#(yea moon's a little bit younger and both of them were supposed to be the wielders of the pendant)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

witch eclipse is very angry wet cat coded

i mean-sure i guess that works?

yea he's angry and pathetic and probably one more traumatic event away from a breakdown lol

[raindrop-21]

Scarred Love - Chapter Seven: Sun And Moon

a/n: finally got some motivation and finished it, enjoy <3

Word count: 1,516

Cw: Ghoap x f!reader, soulmates, talk about scars, tiny mention if kidnapping[in a joking way] (Tell me if I missed any)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8~ Masterlist

Soulmates. You have them. They’re yours. All yours. How is this real? The happiness flowing throughout your body has made you energetic. The boys have taken you to a café to celebrate. Your entire body is still except for your mind and your leg that won't stop bouncing with adrenaline. You still can’t believe it’s real.

Johnny must be able to feel how the adrenaline is pulsing throughout your body with the way his hand is placed on your knee. You can tell he’s feeling the same way by the giddy smile on his face. Simon gets up to get your drinks once they’re ready, and when he’s back, he places your latte in front of you and Johnny’s mocha frappé in front of the two of you.

“I don’t think the two of you need any more serotonin in your systems.” He says with a huff as he places his own drink down; Earl Grey tea.

“We’re jus’ happy, ye’ big oaf.” You laugh at Johnny’s words.

The three of you spend a bit talking about small, mundane things before the topic of family is brought up. Oh no, you forgot that you had to meet their families… And they have to meet yours. Your family isn’t a big fan of them. All your family knows (thinks) is that your soulmate(s) didn’t give two shits about you and caused you a bunch of pain. That’s half true, they didn’t care about you because they didn’t know you were hurting with them, they didn’t know you existed. 

You can see it now; your mother red in the face, on verge of tears, a mix of joy and a mix of resentment, your father sitting on the couch acting like they don’t exist, keeping himself from yelling at them, your older sister looking at them with a look of jealousy and trying to figure out a way to steal them from you even though her soulmate is right next to her, the poor girl is so sweet, your younger brother wondering if the same will happen to him, but with two women, for the rest of the family; you can only imagine.

“Lass? Lass?” You’re pulled out of your train of thought by Johnny tapping your shoulder and calling for you. “Lass, you okay?”

“Yea… Just worried about the two of you meeting my family is all.” Johnny notices the truth behind your words by the sigh you let out and wraps an arm around you.

“Don’t worry Lass, me and Si can handle ourselves, right Si?”

“Right.” He huffs out.

You let out a sigh, “I believe you guys can handle yourselves, I do. It’s just that my family doesn’t exactly have… Nice opinions of the two of you…”

“Not nice opinions like how?” Simon says with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well…. They think you’re self-centered assholes who don’t give two shits about your soulmate and want to cause as much harm as possible to them.” The boys let out low whistles in response.

“Tha's no good…” Johnny mutters under his breath. “Could ye elaborate, Lass?”

You take in a deep breath, “I'm gonna say their hatred towards the two of you stem from the fact that not only was I born with a couple of scars, I continued getting small ones while I was little,” You hear Simon say something under his breath, you think he might've said “Curse that old bastard.”, “And between the ages of eight and now is when the scars and physical pain increased. I was badly bedridden for quite a bit.”

You can see the gears turning in both Johnny and Simon's head. What are they thinking about?

“Luvie, how old are you?” 

You look at Simon as he speaks to you, realizing you've never told either of them your age, and vice versa.

“I'm twenty-one, why, how old are the two of you?” Your curiosity is peaked, how old are the two men you're supposed to spend the rest of forever with?

Johnny sighs, “I'm twenty-six and Si's thirty-one.”

“Oh, that’s not that bad, only a 5 and ten year difference.” You say with a giggle.

“Yer still a kid.” Simon huffs out, which you take offense to, “I am not a kid. I can drink, drive, smoke, and vote, thank you.” You say, the attitude heavily present in your voice.

“A kid can do all that with a fake ID.” He counters, “Yer brain won’t fully develop ‘til yer twenty-five.”

You dramatically gasp at his response. The audacity of this man, “Then by that logic, Johnny’s brain just recently fully developed.” You snap back.

“Johnny’s a doofus, but the horrors of war matured him.” Johnny takes playful offense to Simon calling him a ‘doofus’.

The horrors of war, you might not have seen them, but you sure as hell felt them. The proof is literally etched into your skin by the hundreds of scars that are littered all over your body. A large one on your ass cheek for god’s sake, the recovery for that one was hell; you were either constantly standing or laying on your stomach. You couldn’t sit for weeks. It’s debatable what’s worse; seeing and feeling what’s happening to your body as it’s happening, or not knowing what’s happening, just being in pain. You don’t know what horrors they’ve seen, what plagues their mind, memories, and even dreams.

You sigh, you’re not going to argue and be stubborn, as much as you want to, you know whatever counterargument they have could easily prove you wrong or start an argument. So, you decide to use pure fact against them.

“Actually, due to brain metabolism, a woman’s brain develops three years faster than a man’s. Meaning, by next year my brain will be fully developed, and you guys know what horrors caused your scars, I don’t. I don’t know why I have a bunch of ragged lines and bullet wounds littered throughout my body. This may seem like an excuse or guilt trip of sorts, but it’s not. It’s just facts.” You say with a sigh.

Johnny and Simon just look at you, and it dawns on them that you were ten when Simon was eighteen, fourteen when Price recruited him for Task Force 141. Nineteen, with terrible scars that only multiplied when you were sixteen and Johnny twenty-four, a year into his military work and being recruited to the 141. Your scars only got worse and more visible, but instead of detesting the two who had caused you so much harm, you had walked up to them and spoke to them so shyly, thinking they wouldn’t believe you.

The strange silence is interrupted by a call you get, it’s from Eve. Holy crap, you forgot to call her. It’s nearly three in the afternoon. You look at the boys.

“Hey, this is important, I gotta take this. Do you mind if I take it at the table?”

“Go ahead.” They say in unison.

You sigh and answer the call, not too sure how Eve’s going to react, “Hello?”

“Girl! Why haven’t you called or texted me? I’ve been worried you got kidnapped!” She fussed, “It wouldn’t be hard…. Those two are freaking huge…” She mutters under her breath.

“I haven’t been kidnapped.” You respond with what seems like a sigh mixed with a giggle, your response makes Johnny and Simon raise their eyebrows, “I’m actually a legal step below being married and have full citizenship in Great Britain now.” After you say this you instinctively pull the phone away from your ear expecting her to happily squeal.

“Oh my god! You’ve found your soulmates!” She squeals out loudly, just as you expected her to. You can hear all types of giggles and congratulations from your other friends that are in the room with her, “You have to send us a picture of them!” She happily suggests.

You look over to Simon and Johnny before asking them, “My friends want to see a picture of the two of you, could I take and send one?”

You get an affirmative gruff from Simon, “Only if ye set it as yer lock screen after.” Johnny says with a grin, which you take as a yes.

You quickly pull up your camera app and position the camera correctly, “Say cheese.” You ring out playfully. Johnny smiles, pearly whites on full display, and Simon does smile, you can’t see his mouth from under the black surgical mask he’s wearing, but you can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. You quickly take the picture and send it to your friend’s group chat.

The other line of the phone is silent for what seems like forever before you get a response, “Ho-ly Hell they are good-looking. They compliment each other so well, like the sun and the moon. You can be their Earth, their bringer of life.” Eve says with a giggle.

“Oh my god, ew. I’m hanging up.” You said with a giggle before hanging up the phone.

“So…. Kidnapping, pictures, and bringing life… Interesting topics…” Simon chides.

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[wychive]

ATEEZ & THE TEAMS THEY WOULD BE IN IF THEY WERE IN HAIKYUU !!

content — food, a bit of character dating

reminder — please keep in mind that this is all fictional work!

< this is a milestone special !! thank you for your support since the start, i love you all so so much <3 you all mean so much to me, and im so so so proud of you for making it to 2021. thank you, once again my friends,, >

HONGJOONG — DATE TECH

this team is the least chaotic one out of the eight i chose pls

he would probably play setter

yea he's short but this mf is a FROG

thus, his nickname 'date tech's mighty frog'

he can jump really high and slap that ball with top notch strength

date tech's no touch ace !

this teammates would ruffle his hair whenever he gets a point for them (he likes it very much)

is scared of aone but they both get along just fine

example: joong bought aone a teddy bear sweater for his birthday and aone instantly hugged joong for a straight minute

kenji would probably act like his big brother during matches being like "im so proud of him" or "i taught him that!" since him and joong had been friends for a long time

SEONGHWA — SHIRATORIZAWA

he honestly just wanted to join the team bcs he liked the uniforms but after a while he started to like the sport

he's a setter, a good one at that

his arm strength gives him the opportunity to do a powerful serve

this man never skips leg day either-

his nickname would be 'mr. sunshine' because of his very pretty smile

seonghwa would be somewhat a mix of tendou and semi

a little bit chaotic when with the people he trust, but collected and a bit serious with others

he gives positive reactions to tendou's jokes or puns even if they were bad

tendou and him are the power pair, both in and out of the match

ushjimai would learn to be slightly more unhinged from both of their incfluences

seonghwa would also later on introduce ushijima and they would match their outfits a lot 

YUNHO — INARIZAKI

he joined because he wanted to try something different other than his regular sport

a middle blocker with suna and ren! (oo supremacy oo)

the three of them,, really are something else

the middle blocker players would be dubbed 'triple threat'

yunho is seen as a threat to the other teams whenever inarizaki played a match

he's calmest of the team but nonetheless still be a whole ass nerd behind the scenes

him and atsumu had been friends since middle school, needless to say osamu will always be there to tone down the chaos

he literally is the teammate who's mum would make snacks for the whole team during matches

his mum is inarizaki's mum and she treats everyone as her own child

honestly had a big fat crush on osamu and so she referred to osamu once accidentally using "yunho's precious onigiri"

yunho: MOTHER -/////u/////-

osamu: oh?

YEOSANG — FUKURODANI

this man LOVES the heck out of the school, not sure why but he really does

after all, that's where he met his bestest friends

he would be a libero hehe aka komi's partner in crime

he's one of the top liberos of japan too smirks

konoha's best friend forever

they both annoy the shit out of each other but what is anime without a bickering friends trope

whenever the team wins a match, he would treat them for a meal at the local restaurant

he's quiet around them but they never fail to make him smile or laugh

akaashi and him are the pro strategists of the team

they could make out a solution to their problem on the court in just a few seconds as the balls are passed around

that's pretty hot ngl

SAN — NEKOMA

san literally is a cat except for his physical form

he's a outside hitter and is nicknamed 'neko-san'

its because he can move swiftly and send the ball right back to the opposed team

the other nekoma teammates like him very much, especially kai

their friendship is basically chaotic x calm, with san being the chaotic one of course

but they get along very well, some describe them like the sun and the moon (different people but similar motives/personalities)

he and kenma would stay up at night playing video games with each other and ofc kai and kuroo would be hearing them through the team's discord server vc

the team would often go over to his house just to play with byeol <3 and hang

yaku has a secret crush on san's older sister LMAO

MINGI — KARASUNO

he joined because tanaka begged him (even bribed him with banana milk)

well it worked because he's karasuno's starlight

middle blocker mingi coming your way !!

he's narita's best friend, ever since elementary school

he's tall but his jumping skills make him a whole GIANT, which goes the same for his arms too

tsukki and him actually get along, which was weird at first but everyone just accepted it

he helps the others with their studies as he's an A+ student

he helps others with comforting them as well, seeing as he is there whenever someone needs a shoulder to cry on

he's actually dating watabe from the girl's team and they are vvv cute together

they sometimes practice volleyball together as well,,, ah what a couple

WOOYOUNG — SEIJOH

the only person who joined because he actually loves volleyball

he is a setter and no one can tell me different

he's close to the third years even though he's a year younger

loves to make fun of oikawa with iwaizumi during practices

though oikawa likes this junior of his very much

he's called "seijoh's medicine" because he could clear up the tension between his teammates even if it was high

he would be seen with mad dog, often at the library or in internet cafes

both of them enjoy each other's comfort very much

it was speculated that they both dated but the pair never said anything much

was supposed to move to nekoma but his family decided to stay

JONGHO — JOHZENJI

he joined volleyball because he wanted to continue his grandmother's legacy

johzenji's loved opposite hitter

he's their strategist too whenever their coach needed help with the formation

dubbed 'the sane one' by the other johzenji members

is not particularly close to the others but they get along just fine

he loves just seeing them in their natural way of chaotic mode, it just has him in awe

especially because he loves seeing one enjoying themselves

he's doesn't hate losing but when the team wins some happy tears can be seen

sometimes you can catch him and futama playing before practice just to get a headstart

after practice he buys the member's their favorite drinks from the gym's vending machine

bonus: he gets hugged by terushima a lot and teru calls him 'jongbear'

[gyeomork]

Breakup

(bambam x reader)

genre: little angst, fluff

warnings: cursing

word count: 1.6k

a/n: whew it’s been a while. school has been dragging me left and right but i finally have time to write. it’s very tough times so everyone please stay inside and stay safe. but back to the good news GOT7 COMEBACK you guys better be streaming!!!! and don’t swear by that moon damn it. lmao anyway i hope you enjoy this and give feedback please! bye muah ^3^

my boyfriend had just broken up with me. he was graduating in a few months and going to college miles away, leaving me here. apparently our relationship wouldn’t do well as long distance even though we haven’t tried it. i was a mess. i had to get away. escape… to the bathroom. to cry and really just let my shit loose. scream, yell, sob. not like anyone would hear me over the trash music booming through the house anyway. so there i am in the tub, letting my tears run down my face. what a fucking dick; invite me to this party to break up and leave me here. great, how am i supposed to get home? i’m not taking a ride from that dickwad. 

right in the middle of my hysterical breakdown, someone walks in. smart ass, i mentally curse at myself, you go to the bathroom to breakdown and don’t lock the door. the stranger rushes in and hastily locks the door, not noticing me. he turns around and beelines straight for the toilet. he zips down his pants and begins a stream so heavy you’d think you’re at niagara falls. “dude! come on really?!” i exclaim while covering my eyes. “hey, gotta do what i gotta do” he says nonchalantly. “ok yea just hurry up and get out” i sniffle. i hear him zip up his pants so i uncover my eyes and recognize who it is, my boyfriend’s younger brother, bambam.

i can not let him see me like this. ‘why?’ you ask. let me tell you about bambam. bambam, or bam, is the class clown that knows any and everything about any and everyone. wanna know what happened in the bathroom during 3rd period? ask bam. why did she never come back to school after the dance? ask bam. hell, what did the principal have for lunch on sunday? ask bam. 99% of the time, he knew and 99% of the time, he talked shit and made fun you. and after that, for the next few weeks or so, the rumors would spread like a wildfire and you’d be the laughing stock of the whole school. for that, i despise him. of course every time i would go to my boyfriend- ex-boyfriend’s house, he would be nice to me; offer me water, snacks but only because he had to. their parents are huge on manners. but moral of the story, i’ve never been exploited by bam and i don’t need to be now.

i look deep into my lap to avoid eye contact and possible recognition. he washes his hands and goes to the towel next to the tub to dry them. i feel his eyes on me but i keep mine focused on my lap. he makes his way to the door and i start rejoicing in my head but he stops and begins to speak and i feel my heart sink. my school year is already ending bad as is, i really don’t need a bunch of meat head kids staring and whispering loudly about me to add to the trauma. “y/n. can i talk to you?” he asks with a serious tone. his seriousness took me by surprise, he’s always goofing off and trying to make me laugh. i never do of course. he turns around and walks over to me “no, i need to talk to you. scoot over”. i was so devastated that i didn’t have the strength to fight him so i make room. we sit side by side with our feet dangling off the edge of the tub. 

“i’m sorry” he starts “i should have told you he was going to do this” i glance at him and he has a guilty look on his face while playing with one of his many rings. “you knew?” i ask with a tinge of disgust in my voice. he doesn’t say anything, he just nods. “there’s another girl” he looks at me with sympathy. “when you left our house, so did he to go to her’s. that’s why every time you came back for something you left, he was ‘in the shower’ even though he just showered while you were there” when he’s speaking everything starts clicking in my head. “they’ve had this plan to go to college together for months now and when they were both accepted it just sealed the deal”. for months. they’ve had this plan for months. every memory. every moment we had over those months. all fake. no wonder he took me to this party, for him it’s a celebration. 

i begin to cry again. “i’m so sorry y/n” he reaches out to comfort me but i smack his hand away. “why didn’t you tell me? so you can watch it happen in front of your eyes and then run and tell everyone? and for what? do you get off by watching other people’s pain?” i snap at him. “no! god no! do you think i want to see you hurt like this?” he snaps back. “then why didn’t you tell me?” i practically yell at him. “because you pushed me away!” he yells and i flinch out of shock. “because you pushed me away” he says quieter and looks down to fiddle with his rings again. “i tried to talk to you but you would never listen. you would always tell me to leave you alone like i had wronged you. i would tap on your shoulder and you’d look as of though i had killed your parents” he admits sulkily and i sat there silently feeling guilty. “for nights i stayed up thinking about you, wondering what i had possibly done wrong. i thought so hard and lost hours of sleep thinking. do you know what that shit does to a person y/n. it tortured me” i bit on my lip feeling more guilty than a boy who stole cookies out of the cookie jar and got caught. “i asked myself questions like ‘is it because i’m her brother’s boyfriend?’, ‘does she hate me?’” i looked away when he asked that, feeling waves of remorse crash over me. “wait. you hate me?” he asked sounding as broken as ever. “why?” he asks softly “is it because i’m the ‘rumor king’. because that shit’s not true” he says defending himself. “really?” i ask and he shakes his head. “yes the ‘rumor king’ is a rumor. it all started when i told some of my friends what happened to that one girl that fell down the stairs two years ago. they took the story, twisted it, and spread it. at this point i don’t tell them stories anymore because every time i do, they're ready to make adjustments. and to get the burden of everyone asking them what happened off of them, they say they heard it from me. they just love the attention, they think it’s hilarious. it’s sickening” he says in annoyance. 

i can’t believe i spent all this time resenting bam when he was just trying to help me. i feel so stupid to not give him the light of day and push him away. to think that all of this pain and stupidity i’m feeling right now could’ve been avoided if i had just listened to him. i feel like complete and utter shit so, naturally, i cry again. “i’m sorry i made you feel like that bam, i’m sorry i hated you for no reason, i shouldn’t have pushed you away, god i’m so stupid” i bury my face in my hands. “hey no don’t say that. come here” he wraps his arms around me and brings me into his chest. “it’s not your fault, i would’ve hated me too” we chuckle. “i shouldn’t have been making you lose sleep because you did nothing wrong” i muffle into his sweater. “you make me lose sleep regardless” i hear his heartbeat quicken and so does mine.

“i could stay up for hours thinking about just your smile” he smiles and covers his face with his one free hand in embarrassment. i look up at him and stare into his beautiful brown eyes that i could see myself getting lost in. i’ve been so busy hating him that i never realized how attractive he is. especially when he cut his hair shorter than ever before; everyone hated it but i thought it made him look even more attractive. i never knew how beautiful of a person he could be. he gently wipes my tears away with his soft hands. his eyes are staring right back into my puffy ones and flicker to my lips once in a while. i swallow nervously, having an idea of where this might be going next. i glance down to his plush pink lips and that gives him the cue to lean in. the kiss was more than i imagined it to be. his pillowy soft lips were working wonders on me and before i knew it, it was over. he scans my face to make sure that i was okay with it and i was more than okay. he kisses me again but this time with more fervor. i slide my hands to the back of his head to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to my waist pulling me closer and eventually on top of him. it was getting more and more intense by the second until we jumped at the sound of someone beating down the bathroom door yelling about how badly they needed to piss. both of our eyes widen and we start to laugh. i hide my face in the crook of his neck from the embarrassing position we were in. he kisses my neck and asks “you wanna get out of here?”

[skvaderarts]

Apocrypha Chapter Ten: Baggage

Masterlist can be found Here! Thanks!

Chapter Ten: Baggage

Note: All your comments on the last chapter about Vergil had me rolling on the floor laughing like an idiot. See this, this is the kind of chaotic energy I thrive off of. Thank you for allowing me to flourish like this!

(-~-)

4:50 am

A soft mist settled across the worn metal of the train tracks as the moon hung low, casting shadows across the dimly lit train station. The long beams of hardened steel shined from a combination of moisture and moonlight, making them look as new as the day they had been placed. Everything tended to look clean and new at night, and this was no different.

Everyone held their positions, babysitting their megar luggage (not so megar in some "cases") and the children in Nero's case as they awaited the arrival of the train. It would be here in a matter of minutes, and was supposed to be relatively empty considering the time of morning that it would be arriving during. Considering the fact that most of the locals were scared stiff of the dark at this point, getting them to stand at a train station in the middle of the night in dim lighting during a light sprinkle was totally out of the question. But that worked out better for them. And even if they were foolish enough to venture out during such trying conditions, Morrison had pulled some strings and, as a result, they basically had a whole train car to themselves. Apparently, someone owed him a favor and was in the good graces of the train company.

As Kyrie and Nico rounded up the children and took inventory of their belongings, Vergil took mental inventory of his surroundings. Dante had long since decided that he couldn't be bothered to stay awake and wait for the train, so he had made himself comfortable on a nearby bench and dozed off, much to his older twin's bewilderment. How Dante was capable of sleeping in such an unfamiliar environment was beyond him. Just a few feet away from him were Lady and Trish, trying to work out how they were going to get their luggage onboard the train. They had brought at least a month's worth of clothes on what would be, at most, a week long trip, and were having a difficult time reconciling the logistical challenge that came with moving that many bags. He would actually be amused by this if it weren't for the lingering feeling of discomfort that hung low in his gut, keeping him on edge. 

For a menagerie of complex yet obvious reasons, the prospect of spending several days with his two adult children put him seriously on edge. While waiting for the train, the realization that he actually had no idea what went on in either of his adult children's lives had slammed into him like a van into a brick factory, and he found this fact supremely unsettling.  Aside from the different abilities they possessed in battle and the basic facets of their dramatically different personalities, Vergil was forced to admit that he actually had no idea what his children were like below the surface level. And making small talk wasn't something anyone in their family was any good at. 

This was going to be… challenging.

As if called upon by the awkward atmosphere itself, V walked past silently, taking a moment to stop and catch his breath. For all his talents, waking up early and actually being functional were not qualities he possessed. While he was coherent, that didn't mean that he was at peak physical condition. Due to V's habits and general disposition, he was much better acquainted with the concept of staying up for long periods of time that he was with getting up at a moments notice and catching a train. He found the concept distasteful and exhausting.

Vergil glanced between their respective bags, half wondering what V had actually packed. While he was more than willing to believe that Nero and Nico owned clothing suited to an afternoon at the beach, the polar opposite could be said for his eldest son. V didn't come off to him as the type to even know how to shop for outdoor clothing, let alone own any. It was curious. Regardless of what he believed, the young summoner actually owned a luggage bag though, to the shock of literally no one present, it was a rolling one. While Vergil was more than aware of his son's condition, it put him off slightly to be reminded of it. Perhaps if he helped him with the bag…

Without a moment to spare, a vintage red convertible pulled to a stop in the parking lot and out stepped Morrison. He opened the car door on the opposite side of the car to allow Patty to exit, the young blond girl dragging an oversized rolling bag along behind her as she headed towards the loading ramp to join the others. Upon catching sight of Dante sleeping, she stopped and shook her head, clearly disapproving of his sleeping habits.

"Hey, at least he made it here on time," Nero said as he walked past her, finally finished with taking inventory of the children's personal belongings," We've gotta give him credit for something. I was sure he was going to be late. I got no idea how he managed to beat us here."

Vergil spared them a passing glance as he folded his arms across his chest. He most certainly shared patty's disapproval. "When the alternative is being impaled on the end of my blade, I find that he is usually willing to accommodate my demands. But there have been a few... exceptions," Vergil drifted off for a moment, thinking," Did you know he didn't own any cookware or dishes before today? It's truly absurd."

Nero shot him a knowing look, taking a step closer to V to assess his condition. "Yea, neither of those facts really surprise me. You're both insane, after all."

Patty shook her head, clearly entertained by the pent up tension that fueled their conversation. She had no idea what caused it, but she definitely found it funny. "See, I was right! Dante just needs motivation! And the best way to motivate him is to smack him with stuff. It all checks out."

Vergil stared at her blankly for a moment. Yes that was what his twin needed. Motivation.

Just a moment later the lumbering locomotive they were scheduled to be boarding blew its whistle, signaling it's approach. It didn't sound far off. Everyone scrambled to collect their things and receive their tickets from Morrison who laughed under his breath at the unorganized mess in front of them before wishing them a safe trip. Literally everyone he knew was a walking disaster, and it never got old. Or less funny.

Much to Nero's surprise, the only person who seemed totally at ease was V. The taller while haired descendant of Sparda was leaning against the streetlamp nearest to the tracks, having migrated there during the commotion. He had everything together and seemed to be quietly observing the children. Though the little ones were well behaved, this was their first time near a train. If Carlo's experience with hot soup was anything to go by, he needed to divert a bit of his attention towards maintaining the welfare of the children. Kyrie was keeping an eye on them, but she and Nico had their bags to deal with and Nero only had two sets of eyes. At least as far as he knew. He'd grown wings and a new arm during his absence. Anything was possible. Nero was practically a super advanced amoeba at this point as far as he was concerned.

"Were you… You know, um…," Nero's entire mental process flat lined as he made eye contact with V, unsure of how he wanted to phrase his proposal," Did you… ya know… need help with your bag, V?"

The young summoner blanched, his pupils dilating for a moment like an alarmed house cat before he blinked and composed himself. It all happened so quickly that it was nearly imperceptible, but he'd done it nonetheless. V shifted his stance slightly, diverting his eyes in an attempt to break eye contact with Nero. He glanced in the direction of the oncoming train before speaking. 

"... I'm fine. This isn't the first time I've had to board a train recently," He glanced sparingly at Nero, clearly somewhat flustered by Nero's polite offer." But… I do appreciate your offer. Your concern is refreshing. I'll manage."

Nero shrugged, scratching the bridge of his nose before ducking away. He needed to check on the children. "Sure thing. Let me know if you, ya know, change your mind or something."

As the train pulled into the station, Nero took a moment to step away and join Kyrie and the kids. Attempting to keep three young and excited children under control while juggling luggage was going to be quite the experience. Thankfully children's clothing was smaller than its adult counterparts, so they were able to fit everything in one bag. In hindsight, it was rather impressive that Trish and Lady had individually packed more clothing than their entire family put together. Impressive, excessive, and hilarious. After a cursory check and a hurried final count, they prepared to board after the rest of the group. Going first would slow things down considerably.

While Patty gave Dante hell for falling asleep, V watched the train pull into the station casually. This was far from his first train trip, but it had been quite some time since he'd traveled with other people. And never with children. He shot Nico a quick glance, collecting his bag before it became an obstacle in their path. The young mechanic nodded in approval.

"I wonder why Nero didn't take Magnolia up on her offer to babysit the kids," She said as she grabbed her bags," I mean, I love em as much as the next person… but don't people usually take vacations to get away from their kids?"

V stood up straight, no longer leaning against the lamp. He considered her words for a moment, before facing ahead, clearly focused on something in the middle distance. That was a reasonable question, and he couldn't fault her for being curious. While no one minded that the children were along for the ride, especially since Nero had told most of them beforehand, he had to admit that he'd wondered the same thing when his younger brother had made that decision with Kyrie.

"If I were to make an educated guess, it's partially for his own benefit. He may wish to spend time with them," He said as he stepped towards the now still train, clearing a path for everyone," And also, what better way to drive our father absolutely insane? It's as much an act of revenge as it is an act of kindness. In a way, I almost find it poetic."

Nico gave him a funny look before the gears in her brain unstuck and she laughed slightly. "Oh, I get it! It's a parental pissing contest! Gotta remind his old man that he's the better parent!"

"Yes, I believe he's taking the moral middle ground on this trip, isn't he" V said, a hint of humor in his voice. He closed his eyes for a moment, scoffing at his sibling's petty yet understandable level immaturity," Well, that is when the high ground is being morally impregnable and the low road is refusing to come at all."

"Don't act like you wouldn't do the same thing," Nico said as she tried not to laugh. Vergil was approaching with Dante, and she didn't need him honing in on their conversation. She liked to think he liked her. Well, at the very least he seemed to want to stab her less than most of the rest of the team. That had to count for something.

V let out a brief chortle, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. " I have no children. And my methods of causing aggravation and proving my moral superiority are a bit more… subtle. Not to say that I care much either way."

Nico punched him in the side, eliciting a surprised exhale and a curious look. "No kids that you know of!"

He stared at her blankly for a moment, an unreadable look passing across his face. It was completely belied by his calm demeanor. "No. I'm quite certain that I don't have any. That would be impossible. I… Damn it."

She gave him a silly look, repressing the urge to go totally wide eyed and burst into laughter at what he had just inadvertently implied. Nico had caught him red handed, and his involuntary confession answered a lot of burning questions for her. "But what if ya did though? Or what if ya do someday? I mean, you've gotta have some luck getting a date with all that poetry you read, right? And it's not like your ugly or somethin..'"

V stopped for a moment, both to allow Kyrie to board first and to consider her statement. He turned back to her, his head tilted slightly to one side in an involuntary action that indicated that he was somewhat unsure as to how to answer that question. Nico got the impression that he'd probably never been asked that before, and Nero shot them both a curious look as he passed by them.

"... I've… I haven't… I don't think I've taken the necessary time to... consider that question yet. I have no way of answering that, at present." V seemed distant for a moment, almost troubled. 

For a second, Nico felt very uncomfortable. This was obviously a touchy subject, but not in the way she would have expected. Most of the time people got angry or flustered when asked a personal question they didn't intend to answer. V just seemed… forlorn and absent from the conversation. It was as if she had just asked him about someone dying or something, and he was recalling a painful memory. In that moment, Nico was certain that he had thought about it before, but uncertain as to how the subject affected him.

At least for the time being, she was going to drop the subject. This wasn't a good way to start what was supposed to be a fun group outing. V was always a little gloomy, but she'd clearly struck a nerve that she hadn't meant to, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause him to spend the entire train trip being upset and distracted.

"Yea um, sorry about that, I guess. Wasn't tryin' to… you know…" Nico said as she walked along behind the rest of the group, her bag in hand. The train was only going to stay for a minute or so longer. No one wanted to have to drive there to meet them.

V waived her off, blinking slowly in a way that showed that he absolutely did mind, but wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. He had bigger problems and didn't tend to hold petty grudges as a general rule. Although there were exceptions to that rule, he knew that Nico hadn't meant anything by it. If anything, she'd probably been trying to entertain them both.

"I'll go after you," He said, tilting his head nonchalantly in the direction of the train door. He honestly didn't enjoy being the first to board the train. Even though he knew it was entirely irrational and foolish, he felt as though he was being watched when he was the first to do something with his group. It made him feel slightly anxious, even when he was with people he trusted. 

She nodded and hopped on board the train, nearly stumbling with her heavy bag. For a moment, V considered the probability that she had snuck some of her "work" with her on the train. But then again, he was certain that everyone had snuck weapons on board as well, so it was a good thing that they didn't have to go through a metal detector or baggage check before boarding. All those demonic swords and specialized guns would have been rather difficult to explain away. In an ideal world, they wouldn't need them. But in the world they lived in, no one was foolish enough to think that asking Vergil to leave Yamato at home was a good idea or that it would end in anything but a swift stabbing.

"I see that your boarding last."

V turned his head, glancing over his shoulder to face the all too familiar voice that had just spoken to him. It was Vergil. His brain raced to pinpoint the exact moment that the eldest Son of Sparda had broken away from his twin brother and stayed behind to confront him, but it jammed like a cheap lock. Regardless, he was here. And he couldn't pinpoint why that made him so supremely uncomfortable. Perhaps it had something to do with what had happened the last time they had been alone with one another at a train station. His fight or flight instinct screamed at him, imploring him not to repeat the same mistakes that had landed him in the Redgrave incident in the first place. After all, if he hadn't taken that walk and walked face first into Vergil…

No, that hadn't been his fault. 

He needed to stop doing that to himself. 

That was in the past now.

The young summoner nodded, his vocal cords failing him. While he was aware that he needed to speak with him at some point on this trip, this would not be the moment that that happened. And the sudden realization that whatever awkwardness there was between them would transfer to their three hour train ride was almost enough to make him bolt across the parking lot and catch the ferry home. But that would accomplish nothing. And Nico had the keys, so the van wasn't going anywhere anyway.

Vergil let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, clearly expecting some sort of response akin to the one he received from his oldest son. And yet there was something else in his demeanor that betrayed his silent hope that that wouldn't be the case. Perhaps it was something in his eyes that V caught a glimpse of that told him that his lack of diction… saddened Vergil? Was the eldest Son of Sparda capable of that? V liked to believe so. Perhaps "liked" wasn't that proper word for it.

As V considered this, the train whistle blew. They would be departing in a minute. Vergil glanced over at the train casually, clearly not concerned about the concept of being left behind. He'd teleported to further away things in the past, and they'd been moving considerably faster than a train. He foresaw no challenge, at least for himself. While he assumed that V might share a similar ability, he had now way of knowing how proficient he was. But there would be no need to find out if they boarded the train.

"Come then," Vergil said as he approached the train, passing V in the process. He stopped for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to double check that he had complied with his request and found that he had. He then extended his arm to stop him, handing him one of the two slips of paper in his hand. It was a train ticket. V looked it over for a moment, giving Vergil an appreciative nod in the process. Much to his dismay, functionality had yet to return to the auditory cortex of his brain.

"I don't believe I saw you get yours from that middleman Dante is acquainted with, so I took the liberty of doing so on your behalf." He said casually as he stepped past him, swiping V's bag in the process. It was beyond Vergil to simply ask for it. He already knew what his son's response would be, if any at all.

V reached towards the confiscated luggage bag, his response too delayed to accomplish anything noteworthy. The young white haired summoner opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him yet again and he let his arm fall limply to his side. He sighed softly and cracked a small but appreciative smile before following after him. He'd stolen a glance at their respective seat numbers when Vergil had handed him the ticket earlier. 

It seemed that they would be sitting together…

(-~-)

And just like that, the beach arc has begun! What's that? You thought it was going to be one or two chapters? HA! Try like five or six! There is character development that needs to happen here, people! Thanks for reading, take care, and I'll see you again on Friday! Bye bye! Also, I have a discord server. The links to it and my user id on there are in my A03 bio and listed below! I'd love to chat if you're ever in the neighborhood lol!

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This is an excerpt from a WIP called “Yes Man” that I wanted to write a little after finishing “Moon Sick”. It’s a blend of Jeddy and Scorbus (and I almost never write Scorbus so this was supposed to help me get used to then yeet). It also had a bunch of really fun bits with Albus and James being bros, James having an oblivious crush on Teddy and not realizing it, also James being so stupid in love he’d say yes to anything Teddy asked, even if it meant helping him get together with a girl:

“Alright! Now this should be an excellent day!” was the first thing James said as he stepped onto the cobbled path down Diagon Alley, “Albus, let me see your book list.”

“What for? Do you not remember what you had to buy for your sixth year?”

“That was ages ago, Al,” James said, snatching the envelope from his brothers hand and opening it, “Can’t expect me to remember everything.”

“James this is only your first year out of school, stop acting like you’re Merlin.”

James just ignored him, “The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6; Advanced Potion-Making; Confronting the Faceless, that’s the text for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Dad also said I had to take you to get you new robes, because you just had to get taller didn’t you?”

“Why do I have to do this with you in the first place?” Albus asked, “I’m sixteen now, I should be allowed to shop for school supplies by myself without you. Hey why doesn’t Lily have to come with us?”

“Dad and mum both have work, Al, and Lily went with Rose and Hugo.”

“Why the hell does Rose get to go off on her own and I can’t?! She’s sixteen too!”

“Albus you know exactly why.”

“This is bloody unfair…”

“Ah come on, Al, you really hate spending time with me that much? I thought we had an understanding. We’re brothers, remember!” he threw an arm around Albus, “Besides, I love spending time with you!”

“Ugh…”

“That should be your motto, etched in stone on your grave. Ugh.”

“Can you shut up? Let’s just fucking get what I need and go home.”

“Hey, try a bit harder to be happy about this. We might run into Scorpius while we’re here.”

James felt Albus tense under his arm, but there was no more protest, so he released his younger brother and they headed for the closest shop to get Albus sized for new robes.

Maybe it was a bit unfair to use Scorpius against Albus like that, but it was so fun to do, to see his face change when the young Malfoy’s name was brought up.

Albus and Scorpius, inseparable friends since the instant they met eyes on the Hogwarts Express leading to their first year, had been dating for the past few months. James figured it started sometime during their fifth year, towards the end of it perhaps.

He didn’t pick up on it for the longest time, and Lily felt no shame in calling him an utterly dense airhead whenever he noted his confusion (“Didn’t even realize they were an item now.” “James, your head is full of Billywiggs.”).

The first time it occurred to him that they might have been something more than friends was during a trip to Hogsmeade, where he saw Albus and Scorpius over the heads of other students, leaning into each other, seemingly no personal space between the two of them and not at all caring. James had no idea what they were talking about, but Albus was grinning so big there were dimples in his cheeks that James never noticed he had before, and there was a flush of red across Scorpius’ nose that definitely could have been mistaken as caused by the cold.

They always stood that close, though, so it wasn’t until James saw them later entering The Hog’s Head that his interest piqued, following them into the dingy pub and sitting in the furthest corner to watch them from a distance and not be spotted. You didn’t go into The Hog’s Head unless you didn’t want to be bothered or seen doing something you shouldn’t have been doing. None of the other students went in there, normally preferring to take up at The Three Broomsticks (which was a cleaner and better kept establishment).

That was probably exactly why they went into The Hog’s Head, though. Even after five years, the rest of the school didn’t seem too fond of Albus or Scorpius, so they probably wouldn’t have had much fun in the crowded Three Broomsticks where so many of the students could be found. 

While The Hog’s Head had definitely been refurbished and tidied up a bit since the death of Voldemort, it was still quite a mess, and not nearly what The Three Broomsticks was. The lights were low, though the dust had been cleaned from the floor at some point, the glasses cleaner than they ever were before and likely ever would be again. There was still a lingering scent of grass and mud and goats, but it also smelt of malt liquor, chocolate, and incense, as if the old owner was trying to “spice things up”.

The pubs owner and operator, Aberforth Dumbledore, acted like he knew Albus and Scorpius, greeting them and waving them to a table in the far corner just across from James. It was hidden from most of the windows so no classmates would be able to spot the Slytherin boys if they happened to pass and glance inside (as if they would be able to see anything through the cloudy windows anyway). They didn’t even have to order, as Aberforth had returned minutes later with two tankards that were hopefully clean.

When he wandered over to James, who was slouching with his hood up (not at all unusual in the Hog’s Head), Aberforth just stared blankly.

“What can I get you, Potter?”

“What? I’m not- I’m just a humble traveler my good sir.”

“I can see the Gryffindor crest on your chest.”

“Bloody hell-” James tried to fold his cloak over himself to hide the red crest as Aberforth gave a snort. “I’m just-”

“I don’t care,” Aberforth interrupted. “Spy on your brother in a shadowed cobwebbed corner in a shady Hogsmeade pub, won’t make any left or right to me. What do you want to drink?”

“Just a warm Butterbeer please.”

“Fine.”

James eyed the old wizard as he shuffled away before looking back over at Albus and Scorpius. They’d pulled their seats together, leaning into each other with one hand on their drinks and grins at their mouths and a flush to their cheeks, though James didn’t think they’d even taken a sip of what they’d ordered (and they were only fifteen, James definitely hoped they weren’t drinking Firewhiskey).

“Pst, are they drinking alcohol?” James asked under his breath when Aberforth came and set down a steaming cup.

“I don’t sell to minors.”

“Right…”

It was then that it happened, when Aberforth started back towards the bar and James picked up his steaming mug, hugging it to his chest so the scent could waft into his face, warming his hands and raising the tankard up, watching his brother and the young Malfoy leaning closer while laughing about something, a joke or something stupid that one of them did, or saw someone else do; James wished he could hear them.

Their foreheads were touching now, laughing at their private joke, both tilting their chins until their noses were brushing, then their lips, interrupted quite suddenly when a rag smacked Albus in the back of the head, making him jerk back and spin in his seat to glare at Aberforth.

“What the bloody-”

“No snogging in my pub, Potter, you’ll chase all my customers away.”

“What?! We’re the only ones in here!” James sunk down in his seat. “We’re the only ones who ever come here!”

“Sorry, Mister Dumbledore,” Scorpius quickly said, grinning, and Aberforth gave another grunt as he walked away.

“Your father had to curse you with that name, boy, just like the original, snogging trouble makers in dark corners.”

“What was that?”

“I said you’re as gay as my brother.”

“Wow, what an honor.”

It was clear that they were trying hard to keep their relationship a secret, so of course everyone eventually found out. Maybe it was because James told Lily he saw them snogging, maybe it was because Lily already knew, but by the end of the year, Fred, Roxanne, Rose, Louis, Lily, and Hugo, all of their family still in school, knew about their relationship, either because they heard from James, saw the boys snogging for themselves (despite their attempts to hide it), or had already known about it.

Even Dominique and Victoire didn’t seem all that surprised when Fred and James told them. In fact, Victoire actually scolded James for spying on them, as if he’d never done that before.

Over the summer break, Scorpius had visited a few times, and Albus had even been allowed over to Malfoy Manor a few times, and somehow no one ever suspected. Maybe because the two of them always acted the way they did. Leaning into each other, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with their legs tangled together, Albus falling asleep on Scorpius’ shoulder at the table during breakfast; it was all stuff they’d been doing since they met.

The only difference that separated their long time friendship and their newly discovered romantic relationship was the occasional snogging in dark corners.

So yea, bringing Scorpius up was bound to get Albus to silently go along with James through Diagon Alley. The concept of bumping into his boyfriend was too good to pass up. James struggled to hide his snickers as they dropped into seats in front of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour with wrapped parcels and bags of newly acquired school supplies.

Albus kept pivoting his head back and forth, glancing over one shoulder then the other, clearly searching for someone. Someone who just happened to have platinum blond hair and grey eyes.

“Well, he could be busy. Maybe he already picked up supplies, or intends to get his things later,” James tried to lift Albus’ spirits, but his little brother just slumped in his seat exhaling heavily through his nose. “Or you could just sit there sulking into your banana split like the Millennial you are, that’s also a fine option. Well done, Albus.”

“Piss off.”

“Wow.”

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Twenty-Nine → in which Sunny turns to Arson

“No.” Violet gasped. 

“No!” Nick shouted. 

“Lilac!” Klaus screamed. 

For a few moments, Lilac didn’t feel anything, and she was unsure why her siblings were so concerned, or why her dress was red, or why they’d all stopped fighting Olaf. And then, as soon as she realized what had happened, she felt… hot. Too hot. Holy shit, holy shit, she was on fire, she was on fire, who set her on fire? There wasn’t a fire, was there? Then why was she so… 

Klaus and Violet ran forwards, grabbing their sister as she lost her balance and collapsed. They helped her up, stumbling out of the elevator, while Nick gripped tightly to a screaming Sunny and Soli and lifted them up to follow. Justice Strauss let out a gasp and a shriek, dragged into the hall by Olaf, who lowered his harpoon gun only enough to put his bloody knife back into his pocket. 

Violet knelt beside Lilac, ripping her sister’s ribbon from her pocket and stretching it out. She was about to cry, looking ahead; there was a long strike against her eldest sister’s stomach, and a large line from where Olaf had swung his knife. It was bleeding too much, it was too big… 

“Klaus, you know how to patch a wound?” Violet asked, her voice breaking. 

Lilac opened her mouth to speak, but instead she just let out a cry as Klaus grabbed her hand, dropping to the ground. “We don’t have enough supplies!” 

“Will the ribbon stop the bleeding?” 

“You’ll have to tie it really tight-” 

“Lilac!” Solitude sobbed, as Babbitt hopped over to the eldest Baudelaire, chirping worriedly. 

“Li!” Sunny screamed, and then she whipped around to glare at Olaf, who had pushed Justice Strauss to the door ahead of them. “Bastard!” she screeched, trying to throw herself out of Nick’s arms, but he pulled her back, terror flashing in his eyes. He’d frozen again, fallen silent again, and now he was backing up, holding his younger sisters as tight as he could, refusing to risk Olaf hurting them, too. 

“You son of a bastard bitch fuck!” Klaus shouted, as Violet pushed Lilac up slightly to put some of the ribbon behind her. “I will kill you!” 

“Klaus-” Lilac began. 

“Shh.” Violet said. “Don’t talk. Klaus, hand me the other end of the ribbon.” 

“If you children are quite done with your dying sister,” Olaf said darkly, as he pushed Strauss a bit closer, “I need someone to type in this password so I can get the Sugar Bowl before I poison the hotel.” 

“You bastard!” Solitude shrieked. 

“Fucking asshole!” Klaus screamed. 

“You…” Nick was shaking very hard, clinging tight to two struggling children. “You…” 

“Yes, I got rid of one of you. I still have five left. Hurry up.” Olaf said. 

“She’s not dead yet, dickfuck.” Violet said, and at that, she tied the ribbon. Lilac gasped at how tight she pulled it, and she continued, “Sit still, Li. We’ll find something. Always something.” 

“And what the fuck makes you think you’ll be getting the Sugar Bowl, bastard man?” Solitude shouted. 

“Because I get the Sugar Bowl, or I kill Justice Strauss.” Olaf said. 

“You wouldn’t dare!” Strauss said. “As soon as my fellow High Court Judges-” 

“They’re on Olaf’s side!” Violet shouted, putting an arm under Lilac to help her sit up. 

Justice Strauss gasped. “That can’t be. I’ve known them for years! They were so interested in your case-” 

“Because they were telling me all about it, dipshit.” Olaf said. “Now, I’m going to take the Sugar Bowl, then go to the roof to get the mycelium to poison the hotel.” 

“You won’t be able to poison the hotel without killing yourself, not that we give a shit about your life, pissfucker.” Violet said. 

“Okay, first of all, I commend you on the variety of swear words you have at your disposal,” Olaf said. 

“Bitch!” Sunny shouted. 

“Second,” Olaf said, “I’ll simply escape off the roof. There’s a sailboat up there Carmelita made me buy for her, I’ll simply push it off and escape into the sea.” 

“That drop will kill you.” Violet said. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.” Olaf growled. 

Violet took a deep breath, and then said, “I’ll help you go down the roof and survive!” 

“What?” Klaus said. 

“Violet!” Nick shouted. 

“If you take us with you!” Violet said. 

Strauss and Lilac both gasped, and Olaf said, “And why would six puny orphans want to follow me?” 

“Because we have nowhere else to go.” Violet said. 

“Violet, what are you doing?” Nick asked. 

Violet turned to him, and whispered, low enough Olaf couldn’t hear, “Stalling? I don’t fucking know.” 

“Well first, my dear Violet-” Olaf said. 

“Don’t go near her!” Nick said, pushing himself in front of Violet and Lilac, still gripping tight to the youngest two. 

Olaf continued, as if Nick had not spoken. “-we’ll need to get the Sugar Bowl. The cryptid Denouement said that the first password was some medical condition you all share. If you would be so kind as to type that in-” 

“I’ll do it.” Klaus said, jumping to his feet. 

“Klaus!” Nick said. 

“No, Klaus-” Lilac began, before Violet pulled the ribbon tighter and she gasped. 

“Very good. Glad to see most of you are seeing sense.” Olaf said. 

“Klaus, wait-” Justice Strauss began. 

Klaus knelt in front of the door, and typed in PEPPERMINT ALLERGY. After a moment, they heard a familiar click. 

“Fucking good.” Olaf said. “Next is the weapon that left me an orphan.” He turned and gave Nick a dark smile. “Would you be so kind as to type that in?” 

Nick took a deep breath, as everyone turned to stare at him. Then, slowly, he put Solitude and Sunny down beside Lilac. Solitude grabbed Babbitt, cuddling them close, while Sunny just stared, horrified. 

“I’m sorry.” Nick said to the others. “I wanted to tell you.” 

Then he went to the door, scooting beside a startled Klaus, and he spoke as he typed. 

POISON DARTS. 

Violet’s eyes widened, and Lilac started to cry, and Klaus’s mouth dropped open. Solitude and Sunny stared at Nick, as if hoping he was joking, but they all heard the lock click. 

“Now, bastard,” Nick turned to Olaf, glaring down the smug asshole, “You want me to type in the third one? The chorus of the lullaby?” 

“Of course.” 

Nick shared a look with Klaus, as Lilac whispered, “No…” 

Once again, Nick spoke aloud as he typed, but this time he sung a little, tears starting to roll down his face. 

And then they took him, yea, they took him They took him far away They took him in the dead of night Beneath a moon of gray

They took him from the kitchen  Like you’d take a midnight snack The VFD they took him And they never brought him back

There was a third click, and the door swung open. 

“Oh, what the fuck.” Solitude muttered. 

“Boys…” Lilac gasped as Violet hugged her tight. “Why would you help him?” 

Olaf raced into the room, just as Klaus said, “Because the Sugar Bowl’s not there.” 

Indeed, in a few moments, they heard Olaf let out a scream of frustration. Nick ran for the toddlers, while Klaus helped Violet stand Lilac up, both grabbing one of her arms to help support her. Her face had gone pale, and despite their best efforts, she was starting to bleed through the ribbon. Justice Strauss ran to them, as if trying to figure out how she could help. 

“Where is it?” Olaf snarled, whipping around; inside the small laundry room, there were some washing and drying machines, piles of dirty sheets, and plastic jugs, but no sugar bowl. 

“That secret died with Dewey Denouement.” Klaus spat. 

“Fucker.” Solitude said, as Nick picked her and Sunny up again. 

Count Olaf turned to face the children, and they had never seen him look so frightening. “Well,” he said, “He won’t be the only volunteer that dies today. I will release the Medusoid Mycelium on this entire hotel-!” 

“Burn down hotel.” Sunny said, and the Baudelaires froze. 

“What did you say?” Olaf snapped, turning on the youngest, who Nick tried to shield quickly. 

“Burn down hotel!” Sunny shouted. 

“Sunny, no!” Justice Strauss said.

Count Olaf laughed. “She’s become an arsonist! I knew I was a good guardian!” 

“You were a terrible guardian!” Violet said. 

“S-Sunny doesn’t know what she’s saying!” Klaus said. 

“Burn down hotel!” Sunny screamed again. 

“Good idea, little toothy freak!” Olaf said. He grabbed a jug from the shelves and started pouring it onto the sheets. “This should be flammable enough!” 

“Sunny, why?” Solitude asked, eyes wide. 

Sunny just turned to her, and said, “Signal.” 

The Baudelaires realized what she meant. Kit had said they’d be watching the skies. 

“Do you think Kit knew?” Solitude asked, shuddering. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Violet said. “What matters is a fire might also make people flee, before the mushrooms do.” 

“What if the fire alarms don’t work?” Klaus asked. 

“What’s a fire alarm?” Justice Strauss asked. 

Violet shut her eyes. “Oh. That explains so goddamn much.” 

“Give me that book, bitch.” Olaf said, and Justice Strauss gasped as he ripped Odious Lusting After Fortunes from her hands. “This should get rid of the evidence.” 

“Alexandria,” Sunny said, which meant, “Unless she has a backup, you son of a bitchass motherfucker.” 

“You can’t do this!” Justice Strauss said. 

“I can do what I want!” Olaf shouted, and he dropped the book into a hamper. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and dropped it into the sheets, and they all watched as the flames quickly caught. 

“Oh, fuck.” Nick stepped backwards, and Solitude let out a wail at the sight of the flames. 

How many fires will we see? They all wanted to say, but instead, they stayed silent as Olaf pushed past them. 

“How are we going to warn everyone?” Justice Strauss worried. 

Solitude looked up at her siblings, and then said, “Preludio.” 

They nodded at her, understanding immediately. 

“What’d be brat say?” Olaf asked as they crowded into the elevator. 

“She said you’re an assclown fuckface mcshithead.” Nick said. “And also that you won’t have time to spread the Medusoid throughout the hotel before it burns down.” 

“What?” Olaf roared, and the second the doors closed, the Baudelaires leaned forwards and slammed onto every button, like their father had taught them. 

“You wretched beasts!” Olaf shouted. “Now I-” 

“Won’t be able to kill everyone, we got it.” Violet hissed. “But we’ll be able to warn everyone of your dick move. Klaus, help me with Lilac, she’s losing balance.” 

“‘M fine.” Lilac lied. 

“We need more fabric to make a bandage.” Klaus said. 

Nick put the toddlers down as the elevator dinged open to the first floor. Several people were still running around, confused and blindfolded. 

“Everyone! The hotel is on fire! Leave immediately!” Violet shouted. 

The man with a beard but no hair was standing nearby. “Fire?” he said, in his strange, hoarse voice. “Good work.” 

“Was that the Baudelaires?” said someone. “We need to capture them!” 

“We need to capture Olaf!” said Jerome, hand-in-hand with Charles. 

“He’s the in the elevator with the Baudelaires!” shouted the woman with hair but no beard.

“Call the fire department!” Solitude said desperately. 

“Which one?” was the reply, from either Frank or Ernest, but the doors slid shut. 

When they did, Nick rolled up his sweater and began ripping at the sleeve of his undershirt. Violet gasped as he ripped it clean off, and then in half. 

“Wrap this around Lilac.” he said, hanging the strips to them. “They should be big enough to help.” 

Violet bit her lip, and then took the strips. “Thank you.” she said. “Klaus, help me sit her down.” 

“I can-” Lilac began, but she was starting to look dizzy. 

Klaus and Violet sat her down as the doors opened, and Nick shouted, “There’s a fire!” 

“Evacuate the premises!” Solitude shouted. 

“A fire?” said Esme Squalor. She was still wearing a blindfold, and holding hands with Carmelita, who was feeling around the walls. “Who said that?” 

“It’s us, bitch!” Solitude said, while Nick backed up a little. “Fire! Run!” 

“Oh, don’t listen to the cakesniffers!” Carmelita said. “They’re trying to escape! Let’s take off our blindfolds and peek!” 

“Don’t take off your blindfolds!” Count Olaf said. “These Baudelaires are guilty of contempt of court, and they’re trying to trick you into joining them! There’s no fire!” 

“We’re not tricking you, Olaf is!” Klaus shouted. 

“You’re all morons, anyway. And I still need to find my Sugar Bowl.” Esme said. 

“Piss off, cakesniffers!” Carmelita said. 

The doors slid hut before the Baudelaires could argue any further, and Violet and Klaus finished re-tying the fabric around Lilac’s wound. “How are you?” Klaus asked. 

“I’ll… live.” Lilac glanced between the two, barely able to speak. “But I’m… I’m real tired, I-” 

“Do not go to sleep, Li, the building is on fire.” Violet said. 

The door dinged open, and Nick backed up towards his siblings while he shouted, “Fire! Fire! Get out!” 

“Nicholas Baudelaire?” said Mr Poe. He was facing the entirely wrong direction, and holding his handkerchief up to his blindfold. “Don’t add the false reporting of fire to your list of crimes! You’re already guilty of contempt of court, and perhaps murder-” 

“It’s not false!” Justice Strauss said. “There really is a fire, Mr Poe! You have to leave!” 

“I can’t leave! I am in charge of the Baudelaires-” Poe said, just as the doors dinged shut. 

With each stop of the elevator, they were faced with more or less the same as the last few floors. On the third story, Ms Bass was wandering around with a suspicious sack, and on the seventh story was Mr Remora and Vice Principal Nero. Eleanora Poe was wandering around the fifth, and Charles and Jerome held hands so as not to lose one another, and Hugo, Colette and Kevin were wandering around carrying birdpaper, and they saw many people they didn’t recognize, and many they did, many volunteers and villains, some who believed them, and some who didn’t. There were so many people running around, and so many people who had their own stories, stories the Baudelaires would never hear and never see. 

But by the time they reached the roof, not a single one of them cared. 

Klaus ripped off the bottom of his shirt to add to the bandage around Lilac, as Nick knelt down so he, Soli and Sunny could be closer to her. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Violet whispered, pushing Lilac’s braids back. “It’s okay. Klaus, grab her when the door opens, we should be at the roof now. We’ll get her onto the boat.” 

“Thanks to you orphans,” Olaf grumbled, “I won’t have time to poison the whole hotel, but at least we got to start a fire. Though I’m afraid some people might escape.” 

“Some may not.” Justice Strauss shivered. 

The Baudelaires glanced to each other, and then they felt the building tremble beneath them. 

“The fire is weakening the structural foundations.” Violet said. She grabbed tight to Lilac’s arm, and then said, “Come on, we have to go. Klaus, help me get her into the boat.” 

Without another word, all six Baudelaires turned from the adults and strode out of the elevator and to the boat. They lowered Lilac inside, and she curled up, still gasping a little from the pain and overheating. “We’ll attach a drag chute.” Violet said. “Nick, get in and hold tight to the girls, do not let them fall.” 

Nick nodded seriously, sliding into the boat with his arms tight around Solitude and Sunny. 

“I- I can- you-” Lilac tried to say. 

Violet put a hand on her shoulder, and Klaus touched the other and said, “We’re not leaving you. Okay?” Lilac hesitantly nodded, tears in her eyes, and Klaus continued, “I’ll angle the sail to catch the wind.” Then, he whispered, “The wind would have pushed the bowl into the pond.” 

“Then it’s where nobody can get to it.” Violet nodded at him. “Help me with this.” 

Violet grabbed several towels and sheets and had Klaus help her bind them together, and then she turned to the adults and yelled, “Don’t just stand there! We need to push this to the edge of the roof!” 

“Don’t boss me around, orphan!” Olaf said, as he used his knife to rip open a beach ball, pulling out the diving helmet full of Medusoid Mycelium. 

“I’ll make you do whatever the fuck I want!” Violet said. “Boat, roof, now!” 

Olaf grumbled, but tossed the helmet into the boat and began to help them push it farther. 

“Come on! Get in!” Klaus called, turning to Justice Strauss. 

The judge sadly shook her head, backing away. “No, I won’t go, it’s not right.” 

“What else can we do?” Soli said, clinging to Nick. 

“I won’t run from the scene of a crime. You children should come with me, and we’ll explain everything to the authorities.” 

“They might not believe us!” Violet said. 

“They could be compromised!” Nick said. 

“Pease, children!” Just as they pushed the boat to the edge, and Olaf clambered inside, Justice Strauss grabbed the edge of the boat to stop them from pushing it. “Don’t make this your destiny.” 

“We don’t have a destiny.” Lilac gasped out, as Violet and Klaus climbed beside her, tears flowing from her face. “We just have each other.” 

“I won’t let you go, Baudelaires!” 

Sunny climbed out of Nick’s lap and stepped towards the judge, for a moment looking like she was going to get off the boat. But she merely looked into the judge’s weeping eyes, and gave her a very sad smile. 

“Goodbye,” she said, and bit the Justice’s hand. 

Justice Strauss gasped and stepped back, and the hotel trembled again, and the boat fell from the roof. 

It fell for a very long time, and while Olaf shouted, the Baudelaires just hugged and clung tight to each other. 

When it hit the water, the Baudelaires were still together, all in a huddle as Olaf settled down, laughed about something, and commanded them to row. 

“I’m sorry.” Lilac muttered. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Klaus whispered. 

“We’re noble enough.” Violet said, though she wasn’t sure if she believed it. 

They turned to see the smoke billow higher in the sky, as the boat sailed away into the ocean. 

“The Last Safe Place,” Sunny said, “Is safe no more.” 

[sundaynightnovels]

chinese mythology AU: the moon rabbit

so @insearchof-solace​ gave me this prompt a while back and i was immediately inspired and.... wrote nothing BUT i kept wanting to write it (that’s fair enough, no????) && now that i’m finally up to writing it, my word doc is acting up on me and i was ready to throw in the towel but i was like

well. i write a whole bunch and don’t edit my work anyway, so how about i try something different and write it right now, spontaneously, on this post here? are you nervous? i’m rebellious and low on energy and don’t have enough mind to be nervous  so yea, i’m gonna give it a go. so there’s no like introductory post on how long it’s gonna be or what is it about or how vastly different it is from the actual mythology (very different, probably) like always, this is an AU of my wip like all things out of season, i.e. using its characters and whatnot. so yea. a little background: the moon rabbit is, well, a rabbit. who lives on the moon. it’s usually like seen pounding something with a mortar and pestle that the chinese (the moon rabbit exists in a lot of other asian mythology but i’m using the chinese one for this because, well. it’s a chinese au piece) assumes is the elixir of life, and is usually portrayed as being a companion of chang’e, the moon goddess. but who knows? will there be a companion here?? i don’t know.  what i do know is that i’ll be personifying the moon rabbit, so yea. i won’t be describing an actual rabbit with rabbit limbs and features per se here, but something rather human. here it goes: edit: after writing, it seems a lil philosophical and kinda gloomy. not my usual light-hearted thing, so be warned!

The moon is round tonight. Well, that’s no different from usual -- it is round every night, there’s no way it can suddenly change its shape beneath his feet, but well. He supposes, for the mortals down there, the moon is round tonight. Below him, flickering lights dance like waves cascading over one another; they sputter and glow within their paper walls, orange and red and yellow and even purple. Laughter weaves its way between hooked arms and raucous chatter, explodes as someone butchers a poetry recital and recedes when a performance begins. He sits there, on the edge. The stone is cool in his grip, familiar and worn; it sets a rhythm alongside the pounding beats and traditional tunes of the music below. Each time, a push and a twist, a push and a twist.  By the time applause breaks out, the herbs have already been ground to dust. He’s used to the smell; they prick at his nostrils and lingers in the air, but his nose always aches and the air around him is always heavy anyway. He’s used to it. Sometimes he wonders. Of course he does, he’s had more than enough time, so much that he doesn’t care to notice about the flow of the ages, passing so quickly beneath his feet that if he merely blinks, he thinks he might miss civilisation’s end.  Not that it matters to him, of course. Eras come and go, mortals live and perish. And all that eventually remains are the ghosts of memories that have come to pass.  Echoes, rather -- not ghosts. Ghosts are too corporeal, nearly substantial in their remembrance. And memories are fickle beings. They shift and change with age and perspective, warp with desires and denials; the more someone strives to recollect, the more they rebuild and break down the past, the less firm the foundation. The less solid the form. What’s left is merely an echo, a lingering afterthought. Something not as significant, yet remains hovering in the atmosphere like a miasma suspended over a grave -- doomed to haunt for all of eternity. Mortals are all chased by their echoes. And he wonders, of course, what his might be. If he were to be mortal. But of course, he isn’t. And that is a useless thought to contemplate on, for something that he cannot and will not be. He keeps pounding away. His moon is always round, after all. - The smoke is thick, almost viscous somehow. It snakes up into the air, wiggling and struggling, fighting to get out. It happens, occasionally. Though perhaps that might not be the best descriptor. Occasionally to him takes place over a rather large span of time, anyway. It doesn’t matter. The mortals move away, backs resolutely turned. Some are crying. Some press their palms tight and hold them close to their hearts, letting hushed words slip into open air. Others, younger ones, so tiny he can barely see them from where he sits, look confused.  It’s bright again, but not like before. The flames are ravenous and fierce, hungry and unrelenting; they chase after the paper offerings and tear apart the paper house, eating and swallowing till there’s nothing left. The smoke dies down; it’s a little easier to breathe. He thinks.  He doesn’t quite know. A physical release might not be quite the same as an emotional one.  What he does understand, though, is that everything comes back to dust. You bring nothing with you when you’re brought to life, and you carry nothing away in your death. It is a cycle. It will eventually happen again, he doesn’t know why they grieve. He is no expert, of course. He continues to pound away at the mixture for an immortality elixir. - She’s here today. The moon is a large place, and they don’t often cross paths. He feels like it’s been eons since he’s last spoken. It might have been. She doesn’t speak. She sits at the edge and peers down. Though there can be no sign of age on the smooth lines of her face, she somehow looks weathered. Old and beaten. Tired, from an eternity of existence.

He clears his throat; it is resounding in the silence. “Hi.” “Hi,” she replies.  She used to be mortal. She used to love and be loved. But it’s been ages.  There’s no one there for her now. He sits beside her and doesn’t speak, just pushes the bottle towards her and looks at his hands.  The skin is peeling and his palms are bruised. He is immortal, yet still they are bruised. It is an odd spectacle. He curls his fingers around them and squeezes. He stares at her and he wonders. If she’s a beautiful immortal worshiped by all and he’s her humble companion praised in textbooks.  Or maybe she’s an idol for virtue and he’s one for diligence and utility.  In reality though, he thinks it might be something else instead. That she’s a mortal stuck in a cage and that he’s her captor. Or that they are both trapped in a never-ending circle that chases after itself, sitting on the edge and trying to break the trajectory. Maybe it’s better not to think at all. After all, the moon will always be round. She will always be told in stories, celebrated in festivals. And he will always be here, pounding away for all of eternity.  Memories will live on forever, anyway -- even if they are merely echoes. Especially if they are merely echoes.  They are meant to live forever.

---------------------- okay! i don’t know why this ended up so depressing. like i said, i really didn’t plan anything. and i don’t know what this means. maybe it’s a deliberation on immortality VS mortality and how hou yi has maybe got the right idea the whole time? (okay, explanations about certain myths below.) or maybe something about myths being glorified and immortalised and wondering how that might go about in actual reality. or maybe that people should be given decisions about their own lives and not forced into a routine by fate i don’t know okay don’t question me i don’t think when i’m writing it also kinda, sort of, reflects a little about the beginning of my wip?  alright so a few things:

the moon rabbit is.... dun dun dun!! i’m sure some of y’all have guessed! it’s shou!! (that’s why it kinda reflects the beginning of my wip a little bit)

and the female is obviously... dun dun dun! chang’e!!! and she is!!!! well, this might be a little harder to guess but it also does reflect a little bit of her past / backstory in the companion novel. anyway!! it is... zhen!!

basic background on the mythology of chang’e: she is married to a man named hou yi, and back then there were like, 10 suns on earth and everyone was suffering because it was hella hot and hou yi, being a great man and a saviour of the broken (oops, mcr reference), he shot down 9 out of 10 of the suns. he was rewarded with an elixir of immortality, but he didn’t want to take it because he wanted to be with his wife. anyway something happened, bla bla bla, in order to protect the elixir from some bad guys, chang’e downed it herself and became immortal, and she decided to live in a place where she’d be closest to her husband -- which was incidentally the moon. and mid-autumn celebration is kinda celebrated for her too. okay, it also celebrates a bunch of other stuff, but for chang’e as well!

the first part he’s watching the mid-autumn festival celebrations, traditionally celebrated with people holding a bunch of lanterns on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month, which is when there is a full moon (just fyi, the 15th day of all the lunar months tend to have a full moon)

the second part he’s watching a funeral procession (kinda more like a buddhist one, where you burn joss paper and paper ingots and paper houses etc.) not really in detail but yea

the phrase that i used ‘In life you carry nothing, and in death you bring nothing’ comes from this actual chinese thing that you say ‘生不带来 死不带去’ which means the same thing

ALRIGHT. uhh. hope y’all enjoyed?? tagging my tag list @cabaretofwords​ @inked-waves​ @latechickadee​ @kidsarentallwrite​ @insearchof-solace​ @kaigods​ @inkpot-dreamer​ @pen-for-sword​ @thedreamsofthesky​ @cheap-pins​

as usual y’all are free to drop me prompts any time alright! 

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

Saints and Sinners

I feel a sin coming on

I feel a right that's about to go wrong

I got a shiver down to the bone

And I feel a sin coming on

Feeling the steam of the shower was the only thing that could get you to move this morning. Soaking in the hot water you put both hands on the wall in front of you, giving the water better access to your body. But hearing the patter of feet behind you, was the last thing you expected. The muscles in your body tensed as your pushed off the wall you had been leaning against.

Before you could turn around to defend yourself, strong arms wrapped around you causing you to let out a sharp scream. "Happy Valentines Day, love," Dean whispered in your ear. "I didn't scare you that bad. Did I?" You could feel him smiling against your shoulder where he had been kissing. With the hair from his chin dragging across you, you let out a low moan as you swayed in his arms.

"Happy Valentines Day, to you too," looking at him from your place in front, you brought your hand up to his face so you could kiss him. This kiss wasn't like the ones that you put on him before. This was a tease.

He looked you in the eyes when you pulled away. His eyes seemed to be growing darker when his smile spread, showing all teeth. With his hands on your hips he walked you forward, letting your bare chest touch the freezing wall.He placed your hands above your head, not allowing you to move. "No ma'am! The only one teasing today, will be me!" With his hot breath down your neck and one hand holding yours, you bit down when a sharp sting left the bottom of your ass.

Calling out his name must have been the wrong response because he repeated the same action. "You don't want Cas and Sammy to hear us. Do you?" Bitting back his own moaning, he continued,"They might start to think we're leaving them out. And we don't want that. Do we?"

Playing along with his game you answered, "No, sir!" He relaxed from behind you and let his hand fall from yours. Tracing you, holding you by the waist, you let him keep you under the running water.

"Why don't we finish up here, and I'll step out to let you get dressed? The boys and I have a surprise for you in our room." You turned around to face him when the words left his lips. Bringing your arms around his neck, you pulled him down to you. The way his frame covered yours fit perfectly and you didn't want him to leave. You locked eyes with him again and drew him into you. With his tongue fighting with yours, you ran your fingers through his wet hair. As you pulled away you grinned," I'll be down as soon as I get ready."

•○●

It had been minutes since Dean left you to finish up. But stepping away from the shower was so hard after he left you there to straighten up. Stepping out, you went for the robe hanging on the hook. You just finished wrapping it around you when a small decorative bag caught your eyes.

The bag was white, with a red shaped heart in the middle of it. Topping it off with red and pink paper, there was an envelope showing through. Picking up the card that sat neatly between the red and pink paper you read, "Y/N, we hope you have an amazing morning and we can't wait to see you tonight." Just below the message, three signatures were scribbled.

You took your time pulling the contents out of the bag. Inside, sat your favorite candy, and a red bra and panty set. Sammy, you thought. He always adored you in red. Looking at the thin lingerie in your hands, you realized there was something else tucked in the bottom of the bag, wrapped in more paper. Taking it in your hands, you rid it of its cover. "A toy," you squealed. Sam had mentioned a few times he wanted to try something different, but there was no clue to this! Laying it back in the bag, you looked in the mirror. There was a nervous feeling you never had before, and you were silently freaking out.

Deciding that you had dried completely while admiring your gifts, you tugged the robe off your body. Reaching for the new bra, you slipped into it. "It's a perfect fit," you shrieked! Taking the panties out, you slid them up your thighs until they hugged around you. You took another glance in the mirror, loving the view. You ran your hands along the fabric that covered your breasts, and slid your hands down to trace the outline of your new panties.

Excitement creeping on your face, you walked out the bathroom and into the room that you and Dean had shared. While thinking about what to wear for the day, there was knock on the door. "Come in," you sang from the opened closet. Heavy foot steps stalked in and it made your head turn. "Sammy!" Sam had walked in with his arms behind him and a grin on his face.

"Hello princess," Sam smiled as he looked you up and down. "I see you got our present." Heat spread throughout you as the younger brother watched you.

"Yea, umm.. I love it!" Choosing the right words you began," I'm just having a hard time finding something to wear.." Sam cut you off with a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry for the surprise, baby. But, I was told to give you this next present." He brought his arms from behind him, and he handed you this large, white box with a yellow ribbon tied to it. Your heart fluttered when Sammy handed it over. You place the box on the bed and turned to hug him, tight.

"I'll let you get dressed," he pressed a kiss to your forehead and smacked your rear before he walked away. You looked at him one last time to see him wink at you, then he was gone.

Waltzing back to the bed, you lifted the top off the huge box. Tears were stinging around your eyes when you saw the little white dress inside. Picking it up, you hugged it into your chest. Castiel was with you at the mall when he caught you staring at the dress in the window. Playing with the lace along the ends, you twirled the card in your hands that had been on top of the dress. "Y/N, I know the dress will complement you well. Wear this tonight. I can't wait to see you," -your angel, Cas.

You had fallen deeply for your angel friend and some times flirting with him could be so hard. So it was not easy to find the right words. One night when you found yourself with him, tangled in arms and legs, you whispered 'my sweet angel' in his ear as he layed on your chest. He never forgets anything when your around, and his card suggested that clearly.

You placed the card on your night stand and picked the dress back up. Unzipping the back, you stepped in and brought it over your figure. After the dressed settled in place, you smoothed your hands down the sides.

Once last thing, you wandered back into the bathroom. Hair and makeup!

•○●

You had to admit everything the boys had done for you, did make you feel special. Your feet slapped the floor as you walked into the dining area, catching the men's attention. Castiel was the first to greet you,"Y/N, you look astonishing.." Listening close, you could hear the hesitation in his voice, like he wanted to say more. You could have taken him right there. Cas, decided to put the coat up for the day and stroll in his navy blue suit that tightened around him. His blue eyes twinkled like the rushing water in the sea, and his face had a grin that could not be stopped. He was tugging on your hands now. Leading you the rest of the way.

Stopping shortly, Sam took you away from heaven itself. "Sorry, Cas. But it's my turn to gawk at her. Baby, oh love... mm," he moaned. "Can we skip through the dinner party please?"

That last sentence caught you off guard and the pink had started to show in your cheeks again. "What party, Sam?" Searching his eyes, and his posture, he wouldn't say anything again. He wouldn't say anything because that's when Dean stepped in.

Sam stepped down and left you to his brother. Dean, the sun, the moon, and the stars. He placed his hand on your back and pulled you into his chest. With his head against yours, he brushed his nose to yours. Yes, Dean allowed you to be with Sam and Castiel, but he made sure you knew who you belonged to. Leaving his cologne on you, he brushed his lips to yours. Holding you still, he ran his hands up and down your spine before he pulled away. "One last thing, sweetheart," Dean smiled and pulled a small, but similar box out of nowhere that looked exactly like the one the dress had came in.

Taking the box from him you lifted the lid. Running your fingers along the toes,you held up these shiny red stiletto heels. "Dean, they're beautiful," your breathed out as your heart was racing.

He helped you in them like a true gentleman and turned to the guys. "I suppose you two are ready to give Y/N the best day of her life?"

•○●

Dean had never mentioned where the four of you were escaping to until you were seated in baby. You saw him give Sammy a smirk before he opened his mouth."Okay, darlin'." Dean turned to look at you, where you were placed on Castiel's hip. "We thought it would be best to grab a late lunch before we took you to our final destination," Dean chimed in. Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he massaged your knee before turning completely around and playing with the radio.

Laying your head on Cas' shoulder, you played with his fingers while he traced the edge of your dress. "You look amazing, Y/N." You lifted your head up to peck him on his cheek.

"Cas, this dress is perfect." Teasing him with your lips on the shell of his ear, you felt his hand crawl under your dress. Giving him a warning look, you trailed your eyes to Sam and Dean. But the look on his face, it read trouble. You took a chance to look at the scene below you. With every second, his fingers crawled up you until his palm ran flat across your core.

You weren't scared of Dean, but after everything Dean had done for you. Bringing Cas and Sammy into the relationship, it was best to ask before starting. You raised your eyebrows at him to tell Dean. Finally, he cleared his throat. "Dean, may I?" Catching his eye in mirror, Dean looked at his close friend.

"Baby girl," Dean called,"lay your head back and relax. Cas is going to take care of you." Watching the wicked grin on his face, Dean started paying attention to the road again.

Smiling at the angel beside you, he pulled you in closer. He never stopped touching you when he asked Dean for permission. His fingers did most of the work, driving you insane. After you started moving your hips forward, Sam turned around. Like a deer in the headlights, all you could do was stare forward, thrusting in Cas' hand.

"Dean!?" Sam's voice became deeper," I think she's going to.." his eyes searching for his brother's. You could only feel your body shaking as Cas kept up with his pace.

"Castiel," Dean's voice was demanding. "We wouldn't want to ruin that pretty dress, now?"

You've never seen Cas back down from anyone, but Dean's tone was enough to scare you. The lover beside you straightened up as he slipped his hand from you, leaving a wild feeling inside you. "No sir, we would not want that," Cas turned to wink at you. "But can we please get to the restaurant already!?"

•○●

Sam had opened the door for you when Baby stopped outside of this fancy diner. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his arm around your hips. Squeezing them slightly, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I can't wait to watch Cas finish what he started." The sentence alone was enough to make you slow your strides.

There were no words to follow that. You were speechless. The only thing you could do was grin from ear to ear as you reached the entrance door. By the time you made it there, Dean held the door open for the four of you to walk in.

As your waitress seated you to your booth, you couldn't help but watch how she stared at Dean. You were the only one paying attention because all the eyes were on you. The observation only made you giggle to yourself and how you owned all of them. As she walked away the only thing you could do was thank the Lord for all of them. And silently, in the deep corners of your brain, thank the devil for what was to come.

You sat near the window, enjoying the view of Baby and admiring the large diner. Twinkling lights hung above your heads, leaving the room a perfect shade for the evening. Platters were set around the table.

With Sam to your left. Dean and Cas were across from you. Dean, directly in front of you and Cas in front of Sammy. The four of you sat for the longest time talking. Then, dinner was served. The evening passed by and soon it was dark out.

As the waitress began picking up, Sam leaned over to you and kissed your cheek. "Are you having a good time pretty lady?" Searching his hazel eyes, you placed your hand on his thigh. "Are you?" You mocked. Sam's smiled showed all teeth, causing your heart to pick up.

You turned to look at Dean who had his head cocked in your direction. Leaning over to Cas, he whispered something into his ear causing the angel to smile. You had no clue what he had said, but the answer became clear when Dean started rubbing his foot along yours. "The only one teasing today, will be me!" His voice echoed from this morning. Okay Winchester, you thought to yourself. Game on.

Cas paid for the food while Dean and Sam lead you to Baby. "Sammy, you drive. Cas is riding up front with you." Dean gave a direct order. As your crew found themselves settled, Dean pulled you into his lap. He had you straddling his waist with your hands behind his head. Massaging the back of his neck, you pulled him in for a needy kiss.

His tongue fought for dominance, but lost when you started rocking your hips back and forth on him. The moan he let out was enough to make you beg. Looking into his eyes, you begged for him to let you unzip his pants. He put one hand on your chest, telling you to take a breather. "Tonight, isn't about me. It's not about Sammy. It's not about Cas. Tonight is about you," Dean whispered against your lips," Anything you want, you tell me!"

Returning the same smile playing on his lips you whispered, "Yes sir!"

•○●

Just like the snap of fingers you were back in the bunker. Looking around, you found the angel. At the most unexpected times he could actually snap his fingers and get you somewhere. Now, here you were in front of the three men. They were waiting. Waiting for your commands.

Making the first move, you walked to Cas. Slow motioning him behind you, you put his hands in the spot of your zipper on the little dress. He let his hands move slower, enjoying the view in front of him.

Stepping out of the dress, you left your heels and lingerie on. Turning to the hallway that lead to your bedroom, you started walking. Swaying your hips to no music in particular, you wanted to drive them mad. You wanted to make them work for it.

Dean was the first in the room, with Sam and Castiel on his heels. "You!" You pointed to Dean. If this night was going to be all about you, you were going to do the best damage you could. "On your hands and knees, now." Dean didn't question you at all, he obeyed to everything. "Now," with a shaky breath, "Crawl!"

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[arcasra]

Arcana Spotlight Entry — “Death-Cast”

@thearcanagame

‘Death-Cast’

-modern au

-fan apprentice au

By @arcasra

Inspiration:

This entry is inspired by the book I just finished reading (in 4 days) and instantly became my favorite.  That’s Adam Silvera’s “They Both Die At The End”. As I’m writing this on a word document, it is nearing 11 p.m., and just a few hours ago I cried inside my classroom, reading the last page of it.  I faced the wall for a good solid 10 minutes.

I read that a week before finals and, safe to say, it gave me much hope.  The story follows two teenage boys who are both Deckers—people who are about to die.  They develop a special friendship that nothing else can ever replace.  This book taught me, as ironic as it sounds, to live each day to the fullest.  I always think that after each day, there would be a tomorrow, but this book contrasts to all of that.  What if it is your last day on earth?  How would you spend it?

I would like to thank Adam Silvera, whether this message would reach him or not, for all the lessons and morals inside the book.  I read this book in school, surrounded by noisy classmates, but every time I delve myself into the world of Mateo and Rufus, I feel like I’m in the world with them.  Thanks to Adam, also, for making me believe more in the probability of death, and that it is inevitable.  All of us have our expiration dates.  So until that day will come, we should be living  in every moment that we can.

Synopsis:

On April 6, just a few minutes after the clock struck midnight, Asra and Ida received a call from Death-Cast, a company that rings your phone to tell you that you’re going to die on that day.  The two have never crossed paths before, but, for different reasons, they’re both looking to make a new friend on their End Day.  Through the app called Last Friend, Asra and Ida are about to meet up for one last great adventure—to live a lifetime in a single day.

I D A

12:27 a.m.

Death-Cast is causing my phone to ring, about to tell me that I’m going to die today.  I’ve dreaded this day since I knew about the algorithm, and I never had the idea to question how, but why.  It was launched when I was in third grade, sitting in the same bed that I have now.  My dad and I were watching t.v., and this headline comes up of a company that calls you on the day that you are scheduled to die.  At first I thought that it was kind of awesome, for the world to come to that point of technology, but as I grew older, I feared the call that nobody else wanted.

Yet here I am, staring at the caller ID on my phone.  It’s there alright, bright and clear: DEATH-CAST.  I could come to think of it as a prank, but the chances are too slim.  Someone up at midnight just to instill fear into random people?  Wait, that’s what the heralds do, anyway.

I press the bright green button and place the phone to my ear.

“Maureen, are you there?” the herald says.  In what world am I a Maureen?

My throat grumbles.  “No, no I’m not Maureen.  I’m actually Ida. Ida Crest.  Can you check to see if I’m really the one you’re supposed to be calling?”  I could still get out of this, live another day.

“Sorry about that, but Maureen was the person who I got just got off the phone with.  Anyway, you’re Ida Crest, born and raised in Lower Vesuvia?” but the herald puts my thoughts to shame.

“Yes, I am her.”  I say.  My phone is shaking as I hold with two, very sweaty hands.  I stare out the window.

“Then hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast.  I’m Liam.” he pauses.  Should I say hi to him?

“Hey, Liam.”  I do.

“Ida, I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty-four hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death.  And while there isn’t anything we can do to suspend that, you still have a chance to live.”  That sentence gives me a bit of hope, but it instantly shatters as he starts advertising to me the different simulations and programs for Deckers—those who are about to die—are recommended to do on their End Day.  That’s kind of sweet to think about, but once you’re the one dying, it’s a whole lot different.

At age four I wanted to die because of an unknown disease, like a sudden loss leading to a ground-breaking cure or something more important.   Instead I get this, some guy named Liam calling me on my year-old phone to tell me that I’m about to die today.  That’s great.  I whisper a little ‘sorry’ to the four year-old me.  She can go back to braiding her dog’s hair.

Liam keeps speaking.  “Log on to death-cast.com and fill out any special requests you may have for your funeral in addition to the inscription you’d like to engrave on your headstone.”

I don’t exactly have a clear idea of what I want the world to remember me as, other than ‘another girl who’s just there to waste the earth’s oxygen’.  

“And Maureen, on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we are so sorry to lose you.  Live this day to the fullest, okay?”  Liam says.  I could feel his eyes getting droopy through the phone.

I hold my breath, close my eyes, and let everything slip away from me.  “Okay.”

He hangs up.

A S R A

1:32 a.m.

Death-Cast calls me an hour after midnight, making me stop reading cookbooks at this late.  This is it, I’m going to die.  I press the answer button.

“Hello, Asra.  I’m calling from Death-Cast.  I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty-four hours—”

“Twenty-three.”  I cut the herald off.  They should get their clocks fixed.

“Sorry, in the next twenty-three hours, you’ll be meeting an untimely death…”

    She goes on about programs for Deckers around Vesuvia, and how life isn’t always fair.  It isn’t.  In no way.  It’s only up to us to make it a fair game.

“Asra, on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we are—”

“—sorry to lose you.  Thanks.” I complete, and I hang up.  I’ve heard this call before, when my younger brother received it on his Nokia two years ago.  I was beside him, holding his hand as he cried.  He told me that he wanted to go playing video games, so I stayed at home all day with him.  After dinner, he went to the bathroom.  I voted to go with him but he said he needed privacy.  I continued playing Resident Evil.  You get that feeling that if you’re doing something that you enjoy, you won’t notice the time going by?

Exactly what happened to me.  I finished a whole level before I realized that it has been an hour and a half since my brother went in the bathroom.  The controller slipped out of my hands as I darted to go find my brother.  As expected, the door was locked, so I had to kick it with all my might.

On the bathroom floor he lay, blood pouring out of the back of his head which is slumped on the edge of the bathtub.  A rug was out of place, so I took it that he slipped.  He’s very clumsy, I’ll say.

And I don’t want to go like that.  

I drop my phone to the floor, and lie back on my bed, eyes completely open, staring at the dark ceiling.  

Just like my brother.

I D A

2:09 a.m.

I made a Last Friend account.  It’s an app where you can make a profile to meet other people who are dying the same day as you.  On there, I go through almost ten profiles of guys and girls, before I come to some guy who’s in the area with me.  He’s Asra, and he’s messaged me first.

A S R A

2:12 a.m.

@asranomy at 2:12 a.m.: you near upstate park?

@crestida at 2:12 a.m.: yea

@crestida at 2:13 a.m.: are you dying today?

@asranomy at 2:13 a.m.: sounds like a harsh way to put it but yeah, i am. how about you?

@crestida at 2:14 a.m.: same…

@crestida at 2:16 a.m.: wanna meet up somewhere?

@asranomy at 2:16 a.m.: how do i know that you’re not some sketchy dude?

@crestida at 2:17 a.m.: because i would be asking you the same thing

@asranomy at 2:17 a.m.: fair enough. so where do you wanna meet up?

@crestida at 2:18 a.m.: you’ve mentioned it already so maybe… upstate park?

@asronomy at 2:18 a.m.: cool. you better look like your account pic

@crestida at 2:19 a.m.: you should too

I D A

2:45 a.m.

I reach the park before he does, sitting down on one of the hundreds of empty benches.  If he comes up behind me and kidnaps me and takes me to his basement, that would be an ugly ass End Day.  

From the bench I could hear the soft ruffling of the leaves.  The moon is still out, being my only light since the lampposts are all turned off.  

The sound of the leaves and crickets tone down and I hear footsteps walking towards me.

A S R A

2:52 a.m.

On a bench I spot a figure.  No, it’s a girl.  She must be Ida.  

I come up in front of her, hands in my pockets.  Her eyes widen a little, I have no idea why.

“Are you Ida?” I ask.

“Are you ‘bout to pull a knife at me?” she retorts, hands pressing down on the wooden bench at either side of her.

“Hell no.  That’s too mean, dying two hours right after you get the Death-Cast call.  I’m Asra.” I pluck one of my hands out of my pocket and hand it to her.

She grabs it but doesn’t shake it.  She uses it to pull herself up.

I D A

2:57 a.m.

I stand beside him.  From here I could see that he’s at least an inch or two taller than me, nothing grand.

“So… Asra.  How do you wanna spend your last day on earth?”  I ask, looking up to face him.  He’s got these wonderful violet eyes that I could get lost in, and striking white hair that looks like a cloud pooped on his head.

“Well I couldn’t travel the whole world in one day, so maybe with someone who’ll die with me.”  he says, smiling the slightest.

“Who do you think will die first?”  

“I bet that I do.  Look, I know I’ve just met you, but I don’t wanna see you die, nah.  That would hurt.”

A S R A

3:31 a.m.

We’ve both agreed to head to a coffee shop that both of us have never been at before.  Ida orders something crazy, something they call a ‘unicorn frappuccino’.  She told me she’s always had an iced coffee, and never bothered to try something new.

So on the day that she’s going to die, which happens once in a lifetime, she gets an unusual drink, which also happens once in a lifetime.  

I get a cup of black tea from China.

L U C I O

3:42 a.m.

Death-Cast did not call Lucio because he isn’t dying today, but he is making drinks for two very different people.  Out of all the customers Lucio’s had, they’re the most… unique.  He thinks they’ve had a mutual agreement prior to this moment to get to this coffee joint and order drinks that were about to be crossed off the menu.  

At the back of his head he has a thought that one of them’s dying today.  

Lucio guesses it’s the boy white the white hair, but he could be wrong.  

I D A

4:06 a.m.

After a quick trip to the coffee shop, Asra and I head to the hospital where my mom is.  She’s scheduled to have an operation for one of her kidneys in two days, and since I most likely won’t make it in two days, I decide to leave a note for her.  She’s been in a medically-induced coma for about four days now.  

The hospital is a quick walk from the coffee shop, only two blocks away.  I tell Asra the whole story while we walk.

A S R A

4:18 a.m.

The hospital is still bright, standing out like a star.  The woman at the front desk is surprisingly not asleep.  She tells us that visiting hours ended at ten.  I encourage her to let us—heck, only Ida if she insists—in Ida’s mom’s room.

Just when I thought all else failed, Ida steps in and tells the lady that we’re both Deckers.  The lady gives us a bit of her sympathy, and hands us two visitor passes.  I pocket both of those.

We decided not to take the elevator, since it seems like an instant death wish, and we both want to last as long as the world will let us.  Three floors up doesn’t look like a big climb, so we agree on taking the stairs.

P O R T I A   D E V O R A K

4:22 a.m.

Death-Cast did not call Portia Devorak because she isn’t dying today.  Or in a few days, she hopes.  A week ago her boss gave her a warning not to let people in after visiting hours, since she’s done it about five times already.  Ms. Samuels said these exact words: “Another visitor after visiting hours, and you’ll find yourself on the streets of Vesuvia.  Stop risking the patients’ lives.”

But because of those two young people at the counter on that early morning, she would gladly give up her job.  Portia couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have your mother asleep when you’re about to die.  For those two kids, she would gladly do anything.

Even if that meant being kicked out of the hospital she’s worked at for six years.

I D A 4:57 a.m.

It doesn’t take particularly long for us to reach the third floor.  Not one of us died on the way up, so I’ll take that as a good sign.  

Mom’s doctor is in the room when Asra and I walk in.  He’s checking her vitals, making sure that she’s set to live another day, something that I would be beating her to.

“Ida, why are you here this early?” Julian, mom’s doctor since she’s had me, asks.

“Visiting mom.  Is there something wrong with that?”  I say.  He shakes his head frantically, red hair dishevelling itself.

“No no no, nothing is.  Take all the time you need, Ida.” he says, leaving mom’s bedside.  “Oh, you’re informed about the operation on Thursday, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

He smiles at me, then at Asra, who gives him a stern look.

“Have I seen you before?”  Asra asks.

“I don’t think so,” Julian quickly replies, then walks out of the room.

J U L I A N   D E V O R A K 5:04 a.m.

Death-Cast did not call Julian Devorak because he isn’t dying today.  But Ida’s mom might.

Ms. Crest is close to fading away, yet Julian doesn’t tell her daughter so that he won’t add to her troubles.

He’s met Asra before, at the hospital as well.  Asra brought in his younger brother who had his head split, bringing him to the first doctor he can see.  Julian told Asra that he wasn’t in pediatrics, but he’s offered to take Asra’s brother to an emergency room to try to save him.

Julian was the one who brought him in.  Julian was the one who tried to save him.  Julian was the one who exited the emergency room alone.  Julian was the one who told Asra that his brother was dead.

A S R A 5:37 a.m.

Ida takes one hell of a long time to say goodbye.  I stayed in the room with her, which was her choice.  She whispers words to her mom, hoping she’s listening.  Ida writes something down on a notepad next to the bed, then walks out the door, I follow suit.

We pass by the woman at the front desk again, and now she looks worried like she’s seen a ghost.  I don’t pay any more attention as we pass the double doors and out of the hospital.

Ida’s hungry, so we stop by her favorite diner.  We eat for about an hour, in complete silence.

7:00 a.m.

They’re both full from their last breakfast.

8:00 a.m.

Asra convinces Ida to go visit Muriel, his best friend.  Ida agrees.  Asra leaves Muriel an envelope with cash in it, and a note telling him to go to college, for Asra.

10:00 a.m.

Asra and Ida take a bus tour all around the city of Vesuvia.  They both see sights they’ve never seen before.

12:00 nn

Asra reaches to hold Ida’s hand as they walk to a restaurant for lunch.  Ida doesn’t pull away.

2:00 p.m.

Asra and Ida go to a travel expo.  They both buy tickets for a trip to the Bahamas.

3:00 p.m.

They leave the Bahamas’ tickets on the side of the road.

4:00 p.m.

Ida insists they visit the college she’s supposed to attend.  It turns out to be the school Muriel dropped out of.

5:00 p.m.

Asra and Ida enter a bookstore and buy a stranger named Nadia, who has purple hair, the books on her reading list.  Nadia offers a coffee trip with the two, but they decline.

6:00 p.m.

Asra bumps into a businessman named Lucio, who drops his briefcase.  It’s full of amazing drawings of Vesuvia in the ancient days, with castles and magic shops.  Asra and Ida help him gather his sketches, then tell him to quit doing business, and just draw.  Lucio takes it to heart.

7:00 p.m.

Ida kisses Asra under a streetlight.

8:00 p.m.

They sit back at the bench in Upstate Park.

9:00 p.m.

Asra and Ida play with a lost puppy, who eventually wanders off into the dark.  Both of them become anxious of their time left together.

10:00 p.m.

Ida volunteers to go looking for the puppy.  Once she’s out of Asra’s view, he goes searching for her.

11:00 p.m.

    Asra finds police cars and and ambulance truck.  He pushes through crowds of people and spot Ida run over by a black car.  The puppy runs off into the distance.  He begs the paramedics to take her to a hospital.  Instead of bringing out a stretcher, they bring out a body bag.  Asra sulks and walks off, back into the park.  He lies down on the bench that he first saw Ida in.  

11:30 p.m.

    Asra closes his eyes to go to sleep.  He doesn’t wake up.

12:00 a.m.

[nightbts]

be my drug | kth, pjm

pairing: intern! park jimin + doctor! kim taehyung + doctor! reader

genre: fluff, angst + doctor! au

word count: 3.1k

warning: So I’m going to apologize in advance if any medical terms, scenarios or such are incorrect!! I did a bit of research to try and make it as accurate as possible but if anything is wrong, I’m sorry!! But please do let me know if anything is incorrect so I can fix it! Also, this is super overdue like months maybe so I apologize for that! Enjoy!!!

parts 1 2 3

A choice: “an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities.” In this case, your choice would make one and break the other.

Reader’s POV 

It was just another day of work, the usual, daily appointments with patients and long, tiring meetings that always seemed pointless to you. 

Oh and don't forget the constant nagging of the nurses, doctors, and receptionists that were all older than you, making you feel little and worthless although you and they knew how special you were.

That is, of course, being one of the youngest doctors in the hospital with almost exemplary records, not even having to go through the typical 12 years of schooling to get to where you were today.

It didn't take you long to be the one of the most disliked and hated person in the facility, the rest constantly wary of you and your abilities because of how young you were in the medical field. But that didn't worry you, as you personally knew of your abilities and your main priority was in helping others, not satisfying people's expectations of who to be.

"Doctor Y/N~" a playful voice sang, as you turned around in your desk, facing the owner of the voice. A wide smile made its way to your face as you greeted the familiar figure, the one person who you could safely call your only friend here at the hospital you worked at.

"Taehyung-ah." you grinned as he returned one himself, his lips tilting upwards into a box-shaped smile, eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

You had known Taehyung for almost the last 10 years, going through college and med school together. Both of you were now surgeons at Asan Medical Center in Seoul and pretty much went through everything together, from being interns to even performing your first surgeries.

Approaching your desk, he handed you a paper bag causing you to raise your eyebrows in suspicion.

"What's this?" you asked, motioning to the bag as he chuckled before rolling his eyes.

"Remember the interns that all the doctors are supposed to get? Well, they don't want it to be biased so they asked me to go around to each doctor to pick a name out of the bag to get your assigned intern," he replied.

"Did you pick yours yet?" you asked as he shook his head, "I'll go last, I always am luckier that way. Now pick one, I have to see like a million other people," as he started to shake the bag in front of you again.

"Gosh, you're so busy aren't you," you said sarcastically before sticking your hand into the paper bag, moving your fingers around until you chose a slip of paper, an unknown smile on your face at the suspense of the name written on it.

Just as you took it out, Taehyung snatched the slip away from your fingers, as you whined in protest to which Taehyung gave you a smug smile.

"Yah, Kim Taehyung." you scowled, as he gave you a cheesy grin.

"It's a secret~" he sang, before waving goodbye to you and slipping out your door before you could ask for the name on the sheet that you so badly wanted to know.

Being an intern once yourself, it was an experience that you couldn't forget. From helping doctors in the emergency room to even intensive care, you managed to undergo it all. And you wanted to your intern to experience it all too, wanting to give them the best or even better experience than you ever did.

“—And then my stomach was hurting like crazy like I couldn't breathe and I think I might be dying, Dr.-” the girl who sat in front of you said sobbing.

“Sweetie, by chance, is it the time of the month?” you asked, looking at the girl with a knowing look on your face.

Sniffing, she blinked at you, once, twice before nodding slowly, causing you to sigh, “How old are you again?”

“13.”

Setting down your clipboard on your desk, you made your way around before sitting down next to her. Holding her hand in yours, you said gently, “Okay, whenever it’s your time of the month, this sensation you feel? It’s called cramps.  Every single woman in the world gets it when they get their period, even me, alright? Trust me, you’re not dying.”

Nodding, she said, her eyes wide, “Are you sure?”

A small smile spreading across your face, you bit your lips from giggling, “I’m 100% sure,” you said, adding, “If you want, I’ll give you some medication to help with the pain but otherwise, there’s nothing I can really do.”

As the two of you walked out of your office, you saw the girl quickly run up to a boy, maybe in his late teens, who had a worried look on his face. Looking up, his eyes met yours before he started to walk towards you.

“Doctor, is my sister okay? She kept crying for the last 2 days cause her stomach was hurting and I didn’t know what to do.” the boy said, his voice laced with evident worry. Your heart warmed slightly at the innocence the two had before you as you smiled and said in reassurance, “She’s doing just fine. I’ve prescribed her some medication and if she takes that, she should be okay.”

Shaking your hand firmly, the boy gave you a nod of gratitude before heading to the front desk to the receptionist to get his sister’s prescription papers. 

“He’s her guardian.” a voice said, as Taehyung appeared beside you, “Their parents died in a car crash about a year back. I knew you were wondering, you had that look on your face.” Taehyung said as he imitated the way you’d look when you were confused at times: lips pursed, nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. 

Hitting him lightly, you scowled before looking back at the two siblings, before saying, “I’m glad she has such a caring brother like that. They seem close. It’s endearing.” 

“Missing your own brother?” Taehyung said softly, causing you to sigh. 

Of course, you were, you thought to yourself. You had missed him ever since the day he had left, every day becoming worse than the last. You eyes flickered back towards the siblings, a sad smile on your face as you saw them bicker lightly before the brother laughed and pecked the younger girl’s forehead as she playfully punched him in annoyance. 

“Yea. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it, you know.” you murmured, looking away and back at Taehyug as he rubbed your back reassuringly, “Nobody would. But hey, I’m here for you, you know that right?”

Giving him a look, you said sarcastically, “Oh, of course, how could I forgot when you’re always there 24/7, breathing down my back.” 

Mocking a hurt expression, Taehyung huffed and had his arms crossed against in chest before grumbling, “Fine, let’s see how you’d function without me. Wait—you wouldn’t be able to.” 

This time it was your turn to be hurt, “Hey, I'm perfectly capable of functioning at life—” 

“Tell me that the next time you don’t burn your house down just trying to make coffee in the morning.” he snickered, bringing you back two years ago when your fire alarm went off due to what you thought was impossible: burning coffee. 

“I’m a doctor, not a barista, so shut it.” you bit back, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment. 

“You would think even a doctor would be able to make some measly coffee.” 

“Taehyung!” 

"Taehyung!" you growled into the phone, as you tapped your foot impatiently against the floor, the phone stuck to your ear as you a scowl adorned your face.

"What?" he sighed, as you could sense him rolling his eyes at you when you scoffed. 

"Where's my intern at?! It said he or she would be here at 10am and it's almost 11:30!" you complained, holding in the frustration building up within you.

"How am I supposed to know?! I'm not the receptionist. Maybe he's stuck in traff—Or, he found out you were his doctor and decided to back out the last min—"

"Taehyung!"

"Ok, Ok! Calm down, sheesh woman. I'll find out for you, alright?" Taehyung grumbled to which you warned, “Hey, who you calling woman?"

"Sorry Dr. Y/N." He drawled sarcastically as you scoffed, thinking, why did you even try with this boy before he hung up on you.

Sighing in frustration, you got up from your seat and started to pace around your office. Even though it was your intern's fault, you knew the other doctors would look down on you for it, thinking it was your lack of leadership and responsibility to be able to manage your intern.

Just as you started to get lost in your thoughts, you heard the door open with a click as the scowl from before returned back to your face, starting to say, "What now—?"

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be late–I really didn't, it's just so many things went wrong this morning and I really tried my best to get here as quickly as I could—" you heard someone ramble behind you, a voice higher but raspier than Taehyung's, a voice that seemed eerily familiar.

"I—" you started to say as you turned around when suddenly your eyes blinked at the figure in front of you. From his eyes to his nose to his lips to everything else, the familiarity tugged at the depths of your heart, where you held a secret you had that nobody knew today.

"Jimin?"