#Cahn was especially close to his brother

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Daemon Levestierus Moonstone, twin brother of Cahn Levestierus- the Emperor of the Deep Lunae Empire. The original heir.

[hyunmintae]

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S/O/Little Sister Taking a bullet for them

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Group: Stray Kids (Oh my  babies)

Genre: Mafia

Chan

“Stay in the car, don’t come out for any reason. Do you hear me?” Chan would tell you, his precious little sister. 

“But-Oppa..-” You’d whine in protest, the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You and Chan were on your way to the amusement park for your birthday and for just a sister-brother day. Since you had come to live with him after your parents were killed by a rival gang, Chan hadn’t been able to spend time with you like he wanted. You were almost to the park when the car jolted forward and the back end was lifted into the air, the car had run over a small explosion intended to stop the car. 

“Do not get out of this car.” Chan told you before he slipped out the door to see whoever it was on the outside that kept telling him to get out of the car. 

You sat quietly in the back, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

After several minutes of silence, you cracked the door open looking around. Once you deemed it safe enough to get out of the car you stepped out and shut the door behind you quietly. You quickly ran off around a corner only to stop short when you bumped into a hard chest.

“I thought I said stay in the car.” Chan scolded you. 

“I-It was too quiet I-” Before you could finish your sentence a man stepped out from behind a corner, pointing a gun straight at Chan. 

Chan looked at you worriedly as your eyes widened, turning around to see what you were staring at he turned back to you to try and shield you but you pushed your body in front of his as the gun went off, taking the bullet instead of your brother.

“No! Y/N!” Chan cried as he fell to the ground with you in his arms, tears running down his cheeks.

The gunman’s eyes widened as he watched you both fall, turning and sprinting away he hadn’t meant to shoot you, the bullet was meant for Chan.

“Y/N, stay awake.. You’re gonna be okay.” Chan told you as he held you close pressing his hand to the gun shot wound in the middle of your back. 

You looked up at Chan as blood ran passed your lips, coughing a little. You lifted your hand and cradled his cheek, running your thumb along his cheek.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re okay..” You whispered, a tear falling from the corner of your eye.

“No, no I should’ve got shot not you. Why would you do that?” Chan argued, lowering his head to rest his forehead against yours holding you close to him. 

“You’re my brother, the one the boys need, the one who can stop all of this.. make it better.” You whisper, coughing weakly. 

You died in Chan’s arms as he cried and screamed that day, a day that was supposed to be about you and celebrating the day you were born. Chan sat there with you in his arms for hours before the other boys found him, they all stopped moving their eyes widening as they saw your lifeless body. 

All them were rocked by your death especially Chan and the boy you held close to your heart, the one that had to prove to Chan he’d love you forever. He stood at the back, watching with just as much, maybe more, sorrow and grief than Chan. He twiddled with the box in his pocket as he watched Chan break apart once again at the sight of the boys arrival, a box that you’d never see and the question he’d never get to ask.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin smiled as he watched you laugh at something the boys were telling you. He smiled at the fact you got along so well with his best friends, his family. 

“Jinnie!” You yelled after looking over and seeing him. 

You got up and ran over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. Hyunjin hugged you back just as tight and kissed your temple, “Hi Baby.” he whispered.

“Hi.” You whispered, pulling back a little to look at him.

“Having fun?” He asked softly.

You nodded and looked back over at the boys and smiled, “Yeah, Changbin was just telling me about that time you fell asleep and fell into the pond on that camping trip.”

Hyunjin scoffed and shook his head, glaring at Changbin when he smiled at him,

“Was he now?” Hyunjin asked as he lead you back over to the boys. 

“Yeah, and telling her about how you used to throw such a fit when she would do something cute.” Han snickered.

Everyone laughed when Hyunjin raised his hand and stepped toward Jisung to act as if he’d hit him and Jisung took off running.

“We should go on a camping trip soon, it’s starting to get warm. We could go to the cabin on the lake we used to go to when we were younger!” Y/N spoke, thinking the idea aloud as she looked up at Hyunjin who was stood behind her with his arms around her waist.

“Yeah we-” Jisung started but he was cut off by a scoff and then movement.

“Now that sounds like fun to ruin.” The man in the shadows said as he walked toward the group.

“What are you doing here, Cahn?” Hyunjin asked, wrapping his arms tighter around Y/N and moved her behind him.

“Ahh, just the one I was looking for. Hi Hyunjin.” Cahn said, a sly smile on his face as he looked toward him.

“What a pretty lady you got there, such a pity I’m about to make her cry.” Cahn said raising his gun and pointing it at Hyunjin.

“Don’t do anything stupid Cahn.” Changbin spoke, as he and the others raised their guns as well.

Cahn smirked and fired the gun, Hyunjin expected to feel the pain of the bullet going through him but when he felt nothing and opened his eyes to find everyone else’s eyes wide and filling with tears and a certain presence no longer behind him he looked down.

When he looked down there you stood gripping his arms that were instantly around you before he had realized, blood pooling in the front of your shirt. Hyunjin cried out as you slumped against him and he fell to the ground with you, he pulled you close to his chest.

“No! Not-not my baby...why..?!” Hyunjin yelled, eyes wide, his voice breaking at the end. 

“St-stupid girl!” Cahn yelled before he too was shot and fell to the ground. 

Hyunjin cried as he cradled you in his arms, holding your head in the crook of his elbow as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. Tears falling from his eyes onto your paling skin, rocking you back and forth.

“Hyung! She’s still breathing!” Jeongin yelled as he ran to get a towel to give to Hyunjin to press to your stomach.

“Baby? Can you hear me?” Hyunjin asked, cupping your face with his hands.

You opened your eyes just a little, lips parted as a raged breath passed them. Hyunjin stood with you in his arms and ran back toward the house, taking you straight to the mafia doctor in the infirmary of the huge mansion.

Hours later the doctor came back to get Hyunjin and bring him to you, because all you kept asking for was Hyunjin. Hyunjin smiled when he saw you and climbed carefully into your hospital bed to lay with you, wrapping you in his embrace.

Changbin

“Oppa!” Y/N yelled as she ran to Changbin and jumped on his back, laughing when she heard him gasp lightly.

Changbin held onto her legs tightly so she wouldn’t fall, he smiled at her soft giggles as he continued to speak with one of the other members of the gang, Woojin. Y/N paid no attention to what Woojin or Changbin were speaking about as she lay her head on her big brother’s shoulder.

Y/N frowned as she lifted her head up, having heard something from a little ways off. She looked around until she saw him. A man dressed in all black, his face covered, holding a gun pointed right at Woojin and her brother. The man pulled the trigger and before the two could react, Y/N had shoved Woojin with her foot and turned herself to the side of Changbin, where he would have been hit with the bullet.

“Y/N....Y/N/N...” Changbin whispered as Y/N smiled at him through the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Woojin sat up from the ground and saw the blood flowing past her shirt and over Changbin’s hand as his eyes widened, his head whipping around the look for the shooter. Y/N began to slip from Changbin’s grasp, he caught her with both hands has he lowered to the ground with her.

“Why-why would you.... you..you pabo...” Chanbgin cried as he held her close to him, pressing his hand to the wound on her side tightly.

“The family still needs you and Woojin Oppa... I couldn’t let you get hurt... plus I didn’t have time to warn you..” Y/N spoke slowly, quietly as she gritted her teeth from the pain.

Blood had begun to slip past her lips as her breathing became softer, quieter. 

“Ch-Oppa...” Y/N rasped out, finding it to hard to call him by his name.

Changbin looked up at her face from his focus on her wound, his bottom lip and hands trembling, “What is it Y/N/N?” 

Y/N smiled up at her brother as she pulled his face toward her lips, pecking his forehead softly, “Be the brother I was always proud of. Don’t be vengeful, don’t be prideful, or selfish. Be Changbin, my Oppa. I love you. ” She breathed in deeply, raspy as her eyes began to shut. 

“No, no don’t close your eyes. Don’t leave me, stay here please..” Changbin cried as he watched the life leave her eyes as they closed and the color leave her skin along with the warmth. 

~A month later Changbin stood in front of the one person who was most important to him besides the other members. He ran his hand along the gray tombstone, which read

“Here Lies Seo Y/N Born Y/O/B Died 2019″

[leisurelypanda]

Here We Go Again chapter 6

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11776227/chapters/27338622

Thanksgiving Day had arrived. Craig’s family was coming over later that day. All of them. Craig said that they wanted to offer their in person congratulations on their expecting another set of twins. Michael suspected that they were also going to extend their good humored, yet heartfelt condolences. So all five of his siblings were coming in from across the country with their families along with Craig’s parents. Smashley, was apparently seeing someone and spending the day with them, for which Michael was immensely grateful. He really wasn’t in the mood for awkward conversations with the ex during the holidays, even if she did have advice for him.

That being said, he was currently watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade with the girls as far away from the kitchen as he could get. Joseph insisted that karma didn’t exist, but today Michael was convinced of it because why else would a pregnant person wake up on Thanksgiving day excited to eat only to have his nausea triggered by whatever was cooking. Craig hadn’t actually started cooking the turkeys yet (he was just stuffing them), but Amanda had woken up early to get the World Famous St. Claire Green Bean CasseroleTM cooked before the double oven was taken over by the turkeys. It was one of his favorite parts of Thanksgiving, and this year it turned his stomach.

You’re going to have to learn how to like green bean casserole eventually, kids, he projected to his children. You’re not allowed to be my biological offspring and not like it, but love seafood. At least he had been awake enough yesterday to make the corn pudding, which came with no side effects at all.

“What is that?” Briar asked, pointing at the TV. He realized that he had dozed off a bit and opened his eyes. One of the floats was… strange. It was a giant, yellow… was it a rabbit? It had a lightning bolt shaped tail and red cheeks and large, expressive eyes that looked vaguely like a Japanese cartoon.

“I seriously need to improve your knowledge of nerd culture,” Amanda said. Behind her Craig wiped his hands staring bemused at the screen.

“This is nerd culture?” he asked.

“You two were what, teenagers in the 90s and you don’t know what a Pikachu is?” she asked shocked.

“I think it’s cute,” Hazel said. “Look at its cheeks.”

“If you say so,” Craig said. “The turkeys are in the oven, so if anyone needs to bake something, you’ll have to wait 4-5 hours.”

“I should be fine as long as there’s time to reheat the corn pudding before the meal actually starts,” Michael said, closing his eyes again. He seemed more tired today than most days, though there was still lots of time before the family started arriving.

Craig walked over and sat down next to him and Michael laid his head on his shoulder. “How’re our little hybrid bros?”

“I’m convinced they’re males,” he murmured.

Craig chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“Yeah, Pops, how would you know?” Amanda demanded.

“Because you didn’t give me nearly as much trouble,” he said.

“Maybe the doctor was wrong about you having twins and you’re having triplets!” Hazel said excitedly.

Michael’s eyes flew open. “Don’t even joke about that,” he said.

“Why? What’s wrong with triplets?” Briar demanded.

“Nothing,” Michael said. “I just don’t want to tempt fate into giving us four babies in the same house when we’re already about to have three. Just think about all the diapers!”

He felt Craig make a face. “Yeah, please, no tempting fate.”

“But what if they were triplet boys?” Hazel asked.

“Boys and girls are just as messy at that stage in life,” Michael said. “They just tend to be dressed differently for some reason.” **************************************************************************************************

A few hours after the turkeys were put in the oven, the family started to arrive. First were Craig’s parents carrying a couple homemade pumpkin pies. Michael had to physically stop Amanda from absconding with them by braving his pregnancy nausea to take the pies to the kitchen himself and suggesting that she get to know Craig’s parents better. They were so small, it was almost shocking to think that Craig was their child with his broad shoulders and muscled body. But when Craig’s mother embraced him, he could feel the muscular sinews of her arms, just like when he was in college.

“Michael,” she said warmly. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you again, too, Mrs. Cahn,” he replied smiling.

“Honey, you’re dating my son,” she said, “Call me Courtney, I insist.”

“Okay, I will. Courtney, this is my daughter, Amanda.”

Courtney hugged Amanda fiercely and took her face in her hands. Amanda looked vaguely like a deer in headlights. Michael’s parents weren’t very physical, certainly not the sort to hug people they just met.  She hugged and high-fived her dad, but that was different.

“You seem like a bright girl,” she said. “Welcome to the family. Call me Grandma.”

Craig’s father, Bryce, was just as warm and the twins ran to jump into his arms and he picked them up with ease. Okay, maybe it makes complete sense for Craig to be buff. Michael thought.

Amanda began telling her new grandparents about herself, her photography, how her first semester in college had gone, and how she and her roommate had snuck a rabbit into their dorm room and named her Carla. Courtney remarked how much she reminded her of Michael and Craig in their college days and produced Craig’s worst nightmare. A photo album.

While Amanda was laughing hysterically at the embarrassing and extensive photographic evidence of her new family’s antics, more of said family with more food for the dinner. Craig’s huge gaggle of a family trickled in a little bit at a time. One of them brought in creamy mashed potatoes. Another brought in a pan of cornbread. One brought a cranberry jelly with pineapple, walnuts, and apple bits. Someone else brought in caramelized butternut squash. The last sibling to walk through the doors apparently couldn’t cook and had various tubs of ice cream and a few bottles of vodka.

“So there is someone other than me with a tendency to burn things in the kitchen,” Michael said, feeling satisfied.

“Yeah, they can’t cook, but they mix a mean drink,” Craig admitted.

“I expect you to drink mine for me,” Michael said.

“Don’t worry Pops, I got your back, I’ll take one for the team!” Amanda shouted from the living room.

“As long as you live in the same house as me,” Michael replied, “I won’t give you permission to drink until you’re of age.”

“This from the same person who roomed with my son,” Bryce said.

“Ouch.” **************************************************************************************************

FINALLY the food was done and everyone lined up to help themselves to the various foods assembled. The small army of cousins ran to the front of the line and piled their plates high with food. When Michael had his food he camped out in the living room with Courtney, who was on an ottoman right in front of the tv waiting for “the damn game to start.” Amanda joined him, having decided that her new grandma was her new favorite person.

“Careful, don’t get in her way when the game starts,” Hazel warned.

“But grandma is so sweet,” Amanda protested.

“You know nothing, Amanda,” one of the cousins replied.

They were right. As soon as the game started, Courtney was shouting at the TV like the players could actually hear her critiquing them. Still, Michael was pretty sure their neighbors could definitely hear her. She also didn’t just shout. She cursed. Like a sailor. Michael hoped someone was covering River’s ears so that she didn’t grow up knowing how to drop f-bombs or something.

“This happens every year?” Michael asked after she shouted “What the fuck did they teach you in high school football? Fucking ballet?!?!” at the TV.

“She’s… passionate about the Detroit Lions,” Craig admitted.

“Passionate?” he asked. “I’m concerned about our little hybrid bros will come out cursing.”

Aside from that, the dinner passed more or less uneventfully. Old debates were rehashed and Amanda chose which sides she would take. Michael met Craig’s older siblings at last. All the moms wanted to know exactly when the babies were due, when he had known, and how the pregnancy had gone so far. It was so different from Michael’s family (his mother still called him Michelle). But Craig’s family just accepted him from the moment he came home with him for the first time in college. Courtney had declared that he was part of the family and that was that.

During one commercial break (the Lions were losing) Courtney got off her ottoman and addressed her family like an empress addressing her court. “I believe all of you owe me something.”

Every adult in the room except for Craig and Michael got out their wallets and took out $20 and one by one delivered it to the family matriarch. Craig looked at the nearest relative and asked, “What exactly is going on?” It was his brother Greg.

“We all took bets on if/when you two would end up with each other,” he explained. “Mom was the only one who insisted that you two would end up together before she died. Everyone else thought that it was pretty clear that neither of you were interested in the other, especially after you each started dating different people.”

“All of you bet against us?” Michael asked.

“Well, yes. I mean, we all thought that you two would end up together once,” he said a bit defensively. “But after college was over and you were both happily dating someone else, we figured it wouldn’t happen.”

“I always knew that it would happen,” Courtney boasted. “I know my boys better than they know themselves.”

“I’d disagree, but she’s right,” Craig admitted. “Do we get a cut since we actually made sure you won?”

“I’ll make you a set of baby clothes,” she said. “Mama’s going clubbing.”

Amanda snorted gracefully. “Happy Thanksgiving, fam.”

[keywestlou]

LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW!

On week from today Thanksgiving. The next day the start of Christmas shopping. The stores will be playing Christmas carols.

One of the carols that will be heard is Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Not written as a Christmas carol, however.

It was July 1945. The song writing team of Jule Styne and Sammy Cahn were in California. Styne wrote the music, Cahn the lyrics.

It was an unusually hot summer. I doubt there was air conditioning back then in homes and offices. Californians were sweltering.

Out of frustration, Styne and Cahn wrote a song to make themselves and others feel cool. The song Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Vaughn Monroe recorded it. Let It Snow! became an immediate hit. Its popularity did not die as Christmas approached. People began playing it as part of their Christmas repertoire.

Several years later, Frank Sinatra recorded the song. A while later, Dean Martin.

Let It Snow! is still with us. As a Christmas carol. We are sure to hear it beginning next week.

Lunched at Harpoon Harry’s yesterday. The wednesday special is a turkey dinner. Excellent!

I was seated at the bar. Soon a lovely young lady sat next to me.  We chatted.

From Toronto, she had arrived in Key West only 2 hours earlier. First time here. She was staying at a guest house near Harpoon Harry’s.

She is in Key West for 5 days. She is in the film business. Has a documentary entered in the Film Festival.

Yesterday was the first really cold day in several months. Cold in the day time! It was 74 degrees. With a brisk wind was coming in off the Gulf.

I was cold. Most of the Key Westers in Harpoon Harry’s were dressed for it. Long pants, sweaters.

I have no long pants that fit since I lost all that weight last year. Nor did I think it was that cold when I left the house. I was in a T-shirt and shorts.

Did I feel the cold!!!

The film lady from Toronto mentioned how hot it was. She had left cold and snow. Her blood thick. Mine thin. She laughed when I said how cold I was. She was going to the beach after lunch.

An enjoyable lunch. She well traveled. We spoke of Greece. Cyprus her favorite island. She especially likes Turkey. We covered Italy and France, also. Our discussion primarily about the Alps.

I spent the afternoon watching the House Impeachment Inquiry. Trump buried again. Each day, the hole gets deeper. The Republican Committee members tried to salvage his ass. Only made them look ridiculous and emphasis Trump’s bad day.

I continue to admire the lower echelon bureaucrats who work in government. They are smart, know their jobs, and for most intents speak the truth. Contrary to what those in the higher echelons do.

Last night was the Democratic Debate. A lot of politics for one day. It was getting to me at the end of the evening.

I thought all the candidates did well. No one stood out.

I was especially impressed by the MSNBC moderators. All women. They were gentle, lady like and respectful. Finally! In the 4 previous debates, the moderators were bullies. Much like the Republicans on the House Impeachment Inquiry Committee.

Syracuse played Cornell last night. Syracuse won 72-53. A close game till the final 10 minutes.

Coach Boeheim and his wife have a difficult time in recent years when the 2 teams play. One son plays for Syracuse, the other Cornell.

Syracuse’s Buddy Boeheim scored 16 points. His brother Jim was Cornell’s high scorer with 25 points.

Boeheim says he does not enjoy the game when the 2 are playing against each other. Nor does their mother.

This morning’s Citizens’ Voice carried an interesting comment:  “The only non-breeding iguana is a dead iguana.” I agree. Iguanas are not a joke. They are destructive creatures. Kill them all!

In 3 different years, today had particular significance for Key West.

In 1946, Truman went down 440 feet in a captured German submarine manned by a U.S. crew. Part of Truman’s Key West vacation.

In 1954, the crew filming the “Rose Tattoo” completed the film’s final scenes at the Mardi Gras Club at 92 Duval Street. Then left en masse. The play The Rose Tattoo was written by Tennessee Williams. Filmed at a house 2 doors from his Key West home. Burt Lancaster stayed at Williams’ home during the filming.

In 1978, filming was started on a movie about the life of Captain Tony Tarracino.

Three to 5 years ago, there was a huge dispute re the Keystone Pipeline. Part was to be constructed in North Dakota. Local Indian tribes and environmentalists opposed the pipeline. Claimed it would spill and cause significant damage.

Pipeline developers and owners said no way would the pipeline leak.

Obama opposed the construction and prevented it from being built.

Trump was elected. During the first month of his Presidency, Trump signed an Executive Order permitting the project to go ahead.

The pipeline’s third spill occurred October 29. Not the first, not the second, the third.

Pipeline owners initially reported the spill/leak as a minimum one. Three hundred eighty three gallons, 2,500 square feet affected.

The preceding the result of “visual” testing.

Turns out the spill was much worse that initially reported. Eight thousand thirty seven barrels (not gallons). The leak impacted 23,232 square yards (4.8 acres).

The oil company people claim they were able to clean up most of the spill promptly. By November 9, 8,037 barrels.

The moral: If it can’t spill, it will. Those quick to ok such a construction (Trump) did so without knowing what he was doing. He was accommodating a major corporation and not the people in surrounding the area.

When next will Keystone experience another spill?

An example of negligence/malpractice. Goshen Hospital in Goshen, Indiana.

Staff failed to properly disinfect surgical tools. Used and reused in more than 1,000 operations from April 1 to September 30. Operations performed included hepatitis, HIV, and other infectious diseases.

Hospital has notified the 1,000 plus patients who were operated on with the “dirty” surgical tools. The hospital claims risk of infection low. The hospital willing to test free of charge any patients involved.

One of the patients a nurse. Says she is “scared!”

Ella Fitzgerald’s professional discovery an interesting one.

It was this day in 1934. Ella was a “nobody.” It was Amateur Night at the Apollo Theater. Names were put in a hat. A certain number were pulled out. Ella’s was.

She walked on the stage intending to do a dance number. At the last minute, changed her mind and decided to sing.

You know the rest. Her decision was one that not only changed her life, it changed musical history forever.

Enjoy your day!

      LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! was originally published on Key West Lou