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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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a process {John Deacon}

Anon asked: Could you write something where reader (possibly in the band) and deaky are totally in love with each other but both are too shy to say anything and oblivious to see the others feelings but at the end the get together and it’s 100% fluff? Thank u sm your fics are gold

A/N: 3169 words. If I recall, some people wanted some Deaky fic?? He’s so lovely and this was a lot of fun to write!! Again, this is the BoRhap!Deaky. Also I wrote half of this at work; this is university funded fic ladies and gentlemen.

“Alright, boys, jus’ letting you know we’ve got a new intern in today; Y/N, she’s going to be shadowing me.” The sound designer, Earl, a skinny gentleman who always seemed to be wearing black, denim shorts no matter the weather, announces your arrival over the microphone to the recording studio where the band was discussing what song to practice next. In the next moment, you have four pairs of eyes all watching you through the glass of the sound studio, and you give a nervous wave back.

“Hello.” You offer, awkwardly, and Earl leans in to the microphone on the desk.

“She says hello.” He informs the others, and you feel like an idiot. Fortunately, the men all wave back, giving quick greetings of their own, before going back to their discussion.

“They’re good.” Earl, pulled up a spare chair for you by the desk, checking the levels as they started up on a new song. From anyone else, the words would sound like a mild compliment at best, but from Earl, who you’ve known practically forever, he was a friend of the familys’, and he did not shy away from complaining about the ‘teeny bopper drivel’ he had to make sound half-decent, you knew it was closer to a round of applause.

“Intern? Does that mean you get us drinks?” They’re actually recording now, one at a time, while the rest of them lounged around on the other side of the room with you. You’re perched on the edge of your chair by the sound desk when the drummer, Roger, speaks to you. Their lead singer, Freddie was at that moment, currently in the recording studio, crooning into the microphone with his headphones on, and it takes you a moment to turn and consider what he had said.

“I mean… yeah, I guess?” Looking to Earl to either confirm or deny the request, he’s focused on the sound desk, just waves you off with a distracted affirmation. A grin stretches over Roger’s face.

“Bourbon, thanks.” And his grin only got wider at your sudden confusion.

“Water for him.” Pipes up the bass player, John, sitting against the wall with his ankles crossed, smiling up at you. “And one for me too, if it’s not too much trouble.” Relieved, you smiled back at him despite Roger’s protests. “You want anything, Bri?” John asked their guitarist, and you ended up getting drinks for everyone. Thankful that they kept fresh bottles in the break room, you returned as Freddie stepped out of the sound booth, and his recording was played back. His smile was stiff as you handed him a water bottle, though it was probably because he was trying to concentrate on the playback of his vocals than any malice towards you. Roger accepted the drink begrudgingly, and Brian smiled at you.

“I’m John, by the way.” Holding out his hand to you, you bent down to shake John’s hand where he was still sitting on the floor.

“I know,” you answered automatically, though he could see the regret on your face as soon as you said it, “I mean, we can hear you guys from in there, talking and everything,” you tried to explain yourself, still shaking his hand. After a long moment silence, he’s still looking at you with a bewildered, but pleasant smile. “I’m Y/N.” You finally manage.

“I know.” And he’s grinning at you, amused as you finally retract your hand to cross your arms over your chest. “You were introduced.” Pointing at Earl, you followed his gaze to the sound desk and the glass window, through which you could see Freddie setting up for another take.

“I’m Roger.” Roger offers from the side, and he seems to be splitting his focus between you and the singer.

“He’s Roger.” John muttered, much more quietly. How he was able to verbally communicate a fond eye-roll, you may never know.

“What does this one do?” Three weeks into your three month internship, and you’re minding the desk while Earl’s on break, slapping away John’s hands as he tries to get near the buttons.

“I don’t know.” You laughed for the fourth time in a row, pushing his hands gently from the desk.

“This one makes things loud, right?” His fingers edge towards one of the faders and you can see the grin he wears as he watches your expression closely, deciding if you’re going to slap him away from it again. The others have gone to get lunch and he’s keeping you company. He’s been doing that a lot recently, and you wouldn’t say you minded. John’s good company, unexpectedly sharp, and he always seems happy to see you.

“You probably shouldn’t touch that one; it’s for your bass.” You raised your eyebrows at him, lips twitching as you repressed a smile, watching him retract his hand to fold it in his lap.

“So that one’s for the bass, but what about the others?” He asked, nodding to the other faders, and you shrugged.

“Not sure.” Your response only made him smile wider.

“But you know which one the bass one is?” He asked, and you let yourself smile at him, a little more mischievous than was strictly necessary.

“Maybe I just told you that so you wouldn’t touch it.” There’s an unspoken challenge in your words, and his fingers danced along the bottom of the soundboard, just below where the masking tape labels for the faders have all worn away. There’s a moment, he’s hovering over one that looks like it’s labelled ‘Mic 2’ and you’re hand is already raised ready to knock him back, when the door bursts open and the others all spill in.

“Alright, out of my seat.” Earl pulls the rolling chair back with you still in it, and you obligingly hop out. “You didn’t touch anything, did you?” He asked, just like he had every single time since he’d first trusted you to look over it while he was gone.

“Yeah, Deaky, did you-” Roger’s wearing a shit-eating grin, but the bass player has hopped out of the seat that usually belongs to you, to make a beeline for the recording studio.

“Oh shut it, Rog,” he snaps, and though you can’t see the blush rising on his cheeks, he knows it’s there. “No.” He adds, and Roger’s exaggerated eye-roll, and the comment he had made, make you blush also, but you’re not entirely sure why, or at least, you won’t admit to yourself why.

“Okay, take, uh, take six? Take six of Killer Queen’s bass.” You stumbled over your words while speaking over the microphone into the recording booth where John waited with headphones on. He gave you a thumbs up, which you missed, searching for the button to play back the other accompaniment into his headphones. After a moment of fumbling, Earl pointed the button out to you, giving you a longsuffering smile as the music began to play back. The other band members quietly discussed the logistics of the song as you watched Earl gently adjust the sound levels every few moments. Sparing a glance to John through the glass, you get a little lost for a moment, watching his intense concentration as he worked his way through the song. He had an intensity about him, the utmost concentration that made you not want to look away. Finishing without a single note missed, he looks up to see you looking back at him, a little starry-eyed, and he grins back.

“Wow.” You breathe, before turning bright red, feeling someone over your shoulder.

“She thinks it’s great.” Freddie pressed down the button, speaking into the microphone by your shoulder. John chuckled fondly, a little flush.

“I- yeah, thank you.” After a beat, he recomposed himself. “And you guys?” His gaze finally moved from your face to look over the others, who were all looking at either you or John smugly. Freddie stepped back from the console, crossing his arms over his chest with a smile as he looked between you two.

“She’s right.” Roger called from the sofa, splayed across it, partially leaning against Brian. After a beat, John gave him a confused look, tapping at the headphones. “Oi, tell ‘im.” Roger urged you, and tentatively you pressed the microphone button, leaning in to it.

“They agree.” And you watch him let out a sigh of relief as he goes to put his bass on it’s stand, making room for Brian to step in and start with his section. When he comes back into the room, John makes a beeline for the sofa, only to find Roger’s laid himself across it horizontally, taking up as much room as he possibly could.

“Sorry, mate.” The drummer grins, clearly not sorry at all. Even Freddie, who usually didn’t go in for this sort of stuff, was using the armrests of the armchair he had draped himself in, giving the bass guitarist a knowing smile, and a sly look to where you were receiving a quiet lesson faders from Earl as Brian began making sure his guitar was in tune.

“You’re doing really good,” John muttered to you from where he leaned against the wall close to the sound desk. You’d just called to start the guitar track and he was keeping his eyes on his bandmate. Startled, you slid the headphones from your ears where you were listening to make sure Brian was hearing the same thing you were.

“What?” Voice quiet, you looked up at John, and he finally looked away from Brian, smiling fondly at you.

“The whole intern thing, you’re doing really well.” And the resulting smile you gave him made you glow with pride. You’d been so worried that it had seemed like you were stumbling through your tasks, because, well, at times you were, but even a slight affirmation had you thrilled. After a beat, you tried to school face into something more serious as you tried not to let the embarrassing crush on him that had developed over the past few weeks show. He was a musician and you were an intern, and it was just a little bit of a hero-crush, nothing to get too serious about. But he was smiling back at you, and it just made you feel warm; it didn’t have to be a bad thing if you didn’t let it.

Once the album is done, you still actually manage to see them around, at least for the first few weeks. You’d actually managed to score a job as an assistant from the internship, and they were in often discussing the plans of their tour. Every time they spotted you in the halls, the others would conveniently vanish the moment John asked how you’d been. It hurt a little, to think about how you wouldn’t see them, see him, for a few months, or perhaps even a year, but you thought perhaps it would be a good thing, letting your little crush die.

“I’ll really miss working with you.” But then he had to go and say that, smiling in that way that made everything seem alright, and he wrapped an arm around you in a hug. He’s not usually a tactile person, from what you’ve gathered, and it takes a moment for you to find your voice.

“I’ll miss,” the words get stuck in your throat a little, “working with you too.” He gives you a comforting squeezes, and you’re not sure what to do about the way your heart beats a little faster, so you let him leave. He hesitates for a moment, seems like he doesn’t want to go, or has something to say. You see something in his smile, maybe a little sadness, maybe something else you can’t quite place, and you both know it’ll be a while before you see each other again.

“Is Y/N going to be here?” John’s bopping slightly to the beat in his head as he watches Earl set up the sound equipment on the farm.

“She’ll be here tomorrow.” Earl doesn’t look up from his job while Roger yells at the same time, from the other room.

“No distractions!” And it’s accompanied by the thwap of Roger’s slipper hitting the glass of the window to the sound room, but he’s grinning at the bassist from where he’s sitting behind his drums. John refuses to read into that.

It’s been almost six months since you’d seen each other, and you’d jumped at the opportunity to join Earl and the boys a the farm, even if it is in the middle of nowhere, and you’d be sleeping on a sofa for a week. You arrived at the tail end of their stay, once the music was written, all that was left to do was record it.

He’s waiting out the front of the house, perched on the brick wall and eyeing off a large chicken who looked like it was ready to spook him, when Earl pulls up with you in the front seat.The noise of the van is enough to send the chicken scrambling in the other direction, but John waved at you, and there it was, that feeling in your chest that you’ve been trying to bury for six whole months practically leaping to life as you step out to hug him in greeting.

“Oi, Y/N, settle an argument for us.” When you walk into the kitchen in the morning, Brian is smiling despite the fact that he’s got bacon in his hair, Roger is hunched over eating the rest of the bacon, at least what wasn’t scattered on the floor, from the pan and refusing to share, and John was just smiling blithely into his coffee.

“What do you think of when you hear the phrase, ‘I’m in love with my car’.” John asked, not looking away from where Roger was glowering.

“Is it a nice car?” You asked, easily making your way around the kitchen to fix yourself breakfast, ignoring the way Roger perked up at the question.

“Like as a song, what do you think?” John’s smile as catty as you’ve ever seen it. When you ask what happened to the coffee pot as it lay on it’s side sink, John hands over his mug without hesitating, still waiting on your response.

“Well... is it a metaphor?” You asked, squinting between the three of them. After a beat, Roger slams the frypan on the table and throws his hands in the air.

“Yes, see she gets it!” And you’re pretty sure you’re on the wrong side of the table as John shakes his head.

“So you metaphorically are in love with your car?” You asked, rounding the bench to join John and Brian, who were now actively stifling laughter as Roger’s face fell. Resting against the bench by John, you’re close enough that he can lean his head against your shoulder in solidarity, taking back his coffee and having a pointed sip as your words set Roger off on another rant. If you lean into it a little, he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, you don’t see it, but his smile widens.

When you hear John banging on the door of the farmhouse after you’ve finished helping pack everything up and Earl’s already locked everyone else out of the sound room for the rest of the night, it’s a shock.

“Tell her!” You can hear Roger’s shout on the other side of the door as John knocks louder.

“You really should just tell her.” Unexpectedly, even Freddie seems to agree with the drummer, though John shouts that he’ll catch his death of cold if they don’t let him in soon.

“Be an adult, John!” Brian tries to placate the bassist from the other side of the door where they’ve all teamed up against him. “Just tell her.”

“Be an adult?!” John parrots back, just before you get to them.

“Tell me what?” That shut them all up quick, and even before he turns to face you, you can tell he’s bright red. “I mean, I’m the only ‘her’ for what feels like a few hundred kilometres.” Smiling with confusion, you look to the door, and then to John. Someone whispers ‘tell her’.

“I want to see you again.” John lets the words tumble out into the world, hands out and open in front of him in some sort of ‘ta-da’ gesture, before looking over his shoulder. “Can I come back inside now?”

“What? No.” You can hear Roger’s baffled expression in his words, and it’s joined by a hum of agreement from Freddie.

“He’s right, Deaky, that was a terrible declaration of lov-” John’s pulling you away by the elbow before you could hear the rest of Freddie’s statement, though you got the general gist of it.

“You know what, maybe we’re better off out here.” He huffs, unable to look at you as he tugs you towards the wall.

“Slow down, slow down.” Once at the wall, you tug free from his grip and lean against it, watching him fidget. “You like me?” You asked, half smile forming on your lips.

“We’re not high schoolers, Y/N.” He tried dodging the question with a self-deprecating smile. Taking a step forward, you finally got him to look at you. “You know, it was weird, caring about you so much after only three months.” He admitted, studying your features with an intensity you had only seen him get around music, it made you feel like the only person in the world that mattered in that one moment. “It was weird, looking up on stage and not seeing you in the crowd.” He paused for a moment. “And I don’t want that to be our only interaction, just recording music together, I wanna take you take you to all the sights I got to see, but just... just because I want to see them with you.” When his gaze dropped, it felt as if the moment had passed, but you didn’t want to leave it just yet. Gently, you took his hand, and when his eyes met yours, you were smiling, a bit pink in the cheeks, but so obviously full of joy.

“I’d like that,” and after a beat, you moved in to press a kiss to his lips, soft and chaste. “I missed you... so much more than I thought I would.” You chuckled softly, moving back just a little. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t-”

“No, I did.” He looked away, a little embarrassed, and you could see the flush of his cheeks. “The, uh, the boys will attest to that.” He admitted, and that’s when you remembered, feeling the biting chill of the night air finally begin to hit you.

“Do you think they’ve unlocked the door?” You asked, looking over his shoulder. His expression fell as the two of you began to walk hand in hand back to the farmhouse.

“It doesn’t actually lock, they were just all leaning against it.”

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hayjeon · 6 years ago

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Cut Me Open (ft. Yoongi) Part 01 [M]

→ marriedcouple!au, surgeon!au spin-off from CardioPalps → 15k words, rated for sex, possible triggers (talk of divorce/miscarriage/family issues), and medical jargon that took me 5ever to research

→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon

A/N: So the second part is definitely on its way. It just ended up being way too long together to make it a full fic. But please, don’t think that this is how it ends! Stay tuned for the second part!

Love.

Neuroscience and Biology like to tell us that it’s a side-effect of a release of a hormone called Dopamine and oxytocin, the same two hormones released when the guy living under the bridge snorts up another line of coke, and when the horribly suffering and screaming woman holds the human she just pushed out of her vagina for the first time in her arms.

Doctors like to ignore it, ignore the religious and hippie suggestions that “love can conquer anything,” because we, like many other medical professions, believe in science.

We don’t believe those superstitions that if a man is diagnosed with a tumor but learns to love his life and fights for it, he is magically healed of his fatal diagnosis. No, we smile and nod at the patient and his family, congratulate him, and then turn around and walk away because we know that it was the chemo therapy and the gamma rays we shined into his thoracic cavity that destroyed all the stomach cancer cells along with his hair follicles. But what the patients don’t know won’t kill them.

But, aside from love, a reason why the medical field has the third highest divorce rates in the world, is because we doctors are professional line-drawers.

We draw lines for a living. Not the plastic surgeon, sharpie-a-line-over-your-boob kind of line, but a physical, emotional, spiritual, and mental line. Theres always the line, the one that lies between a living patient and a dead patient. There’s always the line that you mustn’t cross with the people on your surgical table, the difference between a bleeding aorta nicked by the slip of the hand weilding the scalpel and a healthy one. There’s the lines you must draw with your co-workers, the ones who you don’t dare call your friends because then everyone would know that you too don’t have friends outside the workplace.

And then, there’s the line you draw with those who you love. Whether or not they’re sitting on your table, brain flap open for you to probe, you must draw lines. You can’t operate on someone who’s close or related to you. You can’t offer to waive fees for someone who you once respected back in high school. You can’t be in relationships with your patients, friendly or sexual.

And you definitely shouldn’t be married to your partner, and co-leader of your department, who currently despises your guts as much as you hate performing rectal exams this far into your career.

You wished you knew that when you agreed to this job five years ago.

You park your car and briskly speed walk into the doors of the hospital at 7am sharp.

Immediately, four people run up to you: Suho, your trusty secretary and friend; Gina, your head nurse; Namjoon, your clumsiest but most hardworking intern; and Jungkook, your most annoying friend, also the head of the Cardio department.

Suho talks first. “Good morning Doctor. I just updated the board on your surgeries today, and told Chief about the updates you gave me last night on the patient with pneumonia. I also prepared your paperwork for you to sign off of regarding the updates and purchases for the neurosurgery department. I’ll come by later to pick those up.”

You give him a nod and lower your voice as you step up into the elevator, signaling the others to take the next one that dings open as soon as your doors close. “Any updates on Yoongi’s side?”

Suho blinks and sighs. “He...he’s hired a lawyer to take care of it. Her name is Ahn Hani, she’s supposedly one of the best in the country.”

You groan, slumping against the railing. “Is she better than mine? Than Solji?”

Suho nods grimly. “Unfortunately, when I looked up the statistics, Solji had suceeded in 244 cases. Hani, well, succeeded in 245. Also...I found that she’s also one of the lawyers who helped Dr. Min with his...lawsuit a year ago.”

You roll your eyes as the elevator dings and opens. “Ah, of course, he had to involve that again. Okay, well, thank you. Please also send me some more information about the merger with the East wing nurses, I want to look more into that before the next head meeting.”

Suho nods and walks away. Jeongguk beats Gina by jogging up to you. “Hey Y/N! Did you see what I sent you last night?”

You roll your eyes, walking down the hall towards your office. “Yes, Jungkook, it was stupid. I’m not going to attend any event as Yoongi’s plus one, much less your baby shower. Wouldn’t you want your first baby shower to be one of peace? I don’t think you want me and Yoongi there.”

He groans. “Please, can you guys just please put your differences aside and just come? She would really like for you to be there, I mean, you were her first resident overseer after all, she’d really be happy to see you there.”

You huff, “As much as I love your wife, I’m saying this because I love her. She doesn’t want me there, unless you plan on uninviting Yoongi. AND--” You hold up a finger to him, when he tries interrupting you. “I know you won’t budge because Yoongi was your resident when you were an intern here, blah blah blah. So, I’ll be the bigger one here, and send you and your beautiful wife a wonderful gift basket of all the highest quality baby products there is, and spare you two from having to witness one of our fights again.”

He sighs, and lets you walk by, as Gina scurries up to you and receives your instructions on the surgery you two were going to perform in an hour. Namjoon just hovers around and waits as he listens in on all the medical jargon. You ask him to scrub into the upcoming surgery, and he happily obliges, dropping his pens on his way out your office door.

Jungkook hovers a bit more, looking a bit disappointed in you, but you shake your head to let him know that you have no intentions of making it to his baby shower, and close the door behind you. “I’m sorry Jungkook,” you sigh, and he nods, giving you your space.

This was your day, work starts as soon as you walk in, a buttload of problems concerning your department, your surgeries, your subferiors, and the worst one of all, your husband.

You sigh and change into your coat before making your way down to the meeting room, and taking your seat in the plush leather seating across from all the other men in the hospital helping run their respective department. Jungkook, filling in for both himself and his wife on maternity leave, sits a couple seats down from you, representing the cardiovascular department. Jimin is seated across the mahogany table, staring down at his notes for his upcoming surgery for his Pediatrics devision. Taehyung and his fellow are seated in the corner, discussing their Neonatal surgery division. Jin is playing some stupid game, sitting behind his “Head of Dermatology and Plastic Surgery” plaque, and the owner of the hospital, Dr. Bang waits impatiently as the rest of the department heads file in one by one.

Suho has faithfully placed your favorite tea, chamomile, on its place and organized your meeting notes in alphabetical order right in front of you. As you flip through the contracts and articles, you bend over to get a closer look when suddenly someone slaps down a thick packet of papers over the ones you were reading.

Frowning, you look up to see your mortal enemy.

“What the hell?” You hiss, keeping your voice low. A quick glance at the papers he slapped in front of you was an alimony agreement. You flip through and realize that he was asking for a clean cut, no separation of property, or money.

He takes a sip of his coffee, not sparing you a glance. “Sign it, and give it to Suho by the end of the week. You make the same amount of money that I do, you’ll be fine.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah right, I see what you’re doing. The house is under your name. I want the house.”

He scoffs, facing you with a glare. “Seriously? I paid the down payment.”

“We had a joint account! I paid the rent!” You hiss, ready to fight some more about this.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, shall we start this meeting?” Dr. Bang interrupts, clearing his throat. He takes a quick glance around the room to make sure of full attendance before he begins to drone about the updates regarding hospital politics.

You and Yoongi decide to pocket the conversation, and you shuffle your papers around, placing the alimony agreement underneath your other documents.

“I’ve scheduled this meeting because we’ve run into a few issues regarding communication within the East Surgery ward,” Chief Bang continues, frowning at the lot of you, “I’ve heard...that there were a couple of issues regarding our efficiency and the cycling of surgeries, am I correct? Dr. Park, do you mind sharing a bit?”

Jimin’s head pops up, and he looks around bewildered. “Uh, no sir, my department is doing fine. We’ve updated our system to the new program you introduced a month ago, instead of using our beepers, and although it took some time to get used to it, I think everyone is adjusting accordingly.”

“Dr. Kim Taehyung, you too?”

Taehyung gives a quick nod, and so do a few more doctors.

“Mr. and Mrs. Min?”

You cringe at the combination of your names. Most of the other people in the hospital besides your close friends didn’t really know, but Dr. Bang certainly was aware of the state your marriage was in. He wasn’t so...supportive of the divorce, obviously.

“We’re fine,” you clench your teeth, signaling for Dr. Bang to move on, and he obliges. Your shoulders deflate and Yoongi leans over to hiss at you, “What the hell, he knows?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Of course he knows, he knows everything.”

Yoongi slumps in his seat, throwing his hands up subtly. “Well there you go again, not even letting me know.”

Ignoring him, you sit through the rest of the presentation regarding new communications, and the chief introduces a new program and a team of IT workers who’ll be handling the new system. They file in through the door, introducing themselves, and then place individual laptops in front of each of you to demonstrate the program. It was a new alert system, voice activated so that with a simple command and without having to touch your phones, all the doctors could send messages to each other, departments, schedule Operation Rooms, and call nurses. Everyone nods thoughtfully as the head of the program, Jaehyun, steps up to the podium and finishes his powerpoint. You watch thoughtfully at the new program.

A tap on your shoulder distracts you and you turn to see Suho leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Chief Bang wants to meet with you in his office.”

“Now?” You frown, and Suho nods, gesturing towards the door. Sighing, you stand and watch as Yoongi doesn’t even give you a side-long glance as he fixates boredly on the presentation. You walk over to the lavish glass office.

“Chief, you wanted to see me?” You ask, lingering by the doorway.

“Ah, y/n,” he says, smiling, “Take a seat.” You oblige, getting comfortable on the leather chairs across from him on his desk.

“Y/n...” he trails off, thoughtfully frowning at his desk, “You and Yoongi...you...have you guys...?” The question lingers in the air and you understand what he wants to ask.

“Ah...uh, well, today Yoongi gave me alimony papers.” You shrug, twiddling your thumbs. “He wants a clean split.”

The chief nods thoughtfully. “Are you going to sign?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know Chief, I really don’t know.”

He leans back in his chair. “You know...y/n, it’s been what, 10 years since you’ve been working at this hospital? I met you fresh out of med school as a wide-eyed intern and watched you two fall in love and I even officiated your wedding two years after that. And I trust you two...” He trails off, and you let him finish.

“It’s time for me to retire, y/n.” He says, and your eyes widen as you lean up. “What? A-are you serious?” You stammer, frowning at him.

The Chief was a general surgeon, who specialized in Cardiothoracic surgery, and worked his way 20 years up to this position as the Chief of Surgery. You’d watched him age during your own stay here, and he was one of the reasons why you didn’t just up and leave to the other hospitals offering you and Yoongi a hefty salary to transfer. This hospital...it was your home.

“Yes,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I’m having issues with my vision these days and my wife, she’s...she’s getting a bit lonely, now that the children are off and married, and she’s demanding more of my time. She wants a divorce, you see, and if I don’t take time off now, then I might lose my marriage.”

“Oh, Chief, I’m so sorry.” You offer, but he waves it off. “No, no, it’s not something to be sorry about. It was my fault...this hospital and surgery wing, I built it with my blood and sweat, and in the meantime I forgot what was really important.”

He leans forward in his chair, grasping one of your hands. “Which is why I don’t condone this decision, y/n. I’ve watched you two, and you’re still in the stage where you can save this marriage. Me...well I’m 20 years too late. You and Yoongi though, I can still see it. I want to try to convince you just one more time.”

You sigh. “Chief, what do you want us to do? We...we tried so much. We purposely began taking one more day off per week to make up for the lost time, and even that fell through because we’re always being called in to work. We tried to get pregnant, and we were so overworked and stressed out that it was just putting even more strain on the marriage. Hell, we even took up surgeries together, and that ended up in a disaster when we accidentally mis-diagnosed our patient.”

You lean back, apologetically removing your hand from his. “I’m sorry Chief, but we were in love almost 10 years ago, when we were in our twenties and fresh out of med school and ready to take on the world. Now...we’ve been working ourselves to the bone for 8 years and leading this division together for 3 within those 8. We’ve...we’ve tried enough.”

He sighs. “Well, the reason I brought you in here was I was hoping you’d offer to try. I want you two to take my position as Chief of Surgery.”

Your eyes widen again, and your mouth falls open. “Ch-chief of Surgery? Are you serious? N-no Chief, you can’t retire like that and just leave us here.”

“Well, I can’t make both of you Chief if you guys are going to get divorced. It’s not professional.” He raises his brows at you and you nod.

“You two have been here the longest out of all of the department heads, and there isn’t one more person I trust more than you guys to be able to continue what I’ve done here at this hospital. I’ve made my decision to leave, and now I want you to promise me that you will try one more time.”

“Try? Try what?” You whisper, already knowing the answer.

“I want you and Yoongi to try and save your marriage, just one more time. Please don’t give up just yet.” He urges, and your heart sinks, as you spin the ring on your fourth finger.

Was it even possible?

Your romance with Yoongi started out 10 years ago when you walked into Seoul National Hospital, wide-eyed and excited to start your first day as an intern. A group of you had stumbled in with fast-paced hearts and flushed cheeks as you giggled and waited for your resident to come in and give you assignments.

Your locker was placed right next to Yoongi’s locker B6 and B7. You’d greeted him politely when he walked in with a sleepy face, and he’d given you a half-hearted smile and no words as he shuffled over to his locker and began shimmying on his scrubs. Surprised at the cold response, you frowned and slammed your locker shut as you lingered by the doorway instead.

“Alright, interns, scum-of-the-hospital-earth and from now on labeled 1 through 17, let’s get a move on,” Dr. Do Kyungsoo had snapped as soon as he walked in.

“You’re from now one named 1, 2, 3...” He goes around snapping and pointing at each intern with a menacing pen tip. You become number 8 and Yoongi happens to be number 12.

“Alright,” he says, frowning at his clipboard. “There are three rules you must follow before I assign you to your individual residents. One, you move when I move.” He leaves the on-call room, and everyone lingers behind, glancing at each other and wondering what the hell happened.

His head pops back in, as he yells, “That means now!” Everyone jumps to action and lockers slam shut and scrub elastics are tied tight as everyone jogs out the door to match Dr. Do’s long strides.

“Two,” he snaps, leading you all to a room with sad-looking bunk beds and cots. “Sleep when you can, where you can. This on-call room is your responsibility and the hospital won’t be taking care of it too often, so make sure you are fully clean as you can be with it. Don’t” he hisses, turning back and pointing his menacing pen at all of you, “Don’t even try to do the nasty in here. I’ll have you arrested for federal public indecency and then I’ll personally neuter both of you.”

Everyone stares at him in horror, as he drops the menacing look again for a neutral one, and continues on. “Let’s go.”

“Three,” he says, walking around a corner to a group of doctors waiting near the Nurse desk and turning with them towards the 17 of you, “don’t try to kiss up.” He glares at one particular girl who’d been trailing after his heels and asking him stupid question. “We already hate you and consider you the scum of the hospital, and no ass-kissing will change that. Save a life first, and you’ll slowly work your way up from scum to a sort of algae.”

You’re lingering at the back of the group as one girl leans over and cringes at you. “I hear he’s called triple D, for Dr. Demon Do, because he’s tiny but is an absolute horror to work with.”

You shudder as he begins reading off the assignments, listening carefully for your name. Each resident that’s standing by him at the desk, who you remember as Dr. Byun Baekhyun, Dr. Kim Jongdae, and Dr. Park Chanyeol, stands there with their coffee cups and smiling a lot more nicely that Dr. Do was acting earlier.

Unfortunately, as Dr. Do rattles off your numbers at random, you don’t hear him call 8. All other three residents walk off with their interns trailing after them, and you, number 12, 9, and number 3 are left terrified as Dr. Do turns to the rest of you.

He sighs, observing your wide eyes. “I’m sure most of you have heard that I’m called the 3D or the triple D here, because I terrorize everyone. It’s true,” he acknowledges casually, to your horror. “But, after I’m finished with all of you, you will be the best interns this hospital has ever seen. So just make sure to keep up. First assignment, we’re gonna go save a life in the ER.”

He walks off with a flourish, and the four of you just warily eye each other as you all pick up into a jog towards the ER.

“Number 8, go grab me some sutures for Patient Mr. Jeong in bed 4, now!” Kyungsoo yells, and you immediately spring into action, grabbing a tray, a needle, gauze, and surgical thread and wheel a chair over to the cot.

A patient there is lying down with a grimace as a huge gash on his leg is being cleaned by a nurse. “I can take it from here,” you assure her, and she gives you a sweet smile as she hands the gauze and alcohol pad to you. That was when you first met Gina, your current and trusty surgical nurse. You loved her to bits.

Sitting down, you scoot up and begin cleaning the wound. “Alright Mr. Jeong, I’m gonna be cleaning and dressing your wound today, alright? Later, a nurse will come by with some antibiotics that you need to take orally. You said you got caught on a nail at your work?”

The patient nods painfully, croaking, “Yeah, I was trying to run over to get an order on time, and snagged my leg on this huge ragged nail that was sticking out of one of the walls. It was my damn fault. I’m such a klutz.”

You smile, and after administering some anesthesia to the area, begin to pinch the skin together and begin suturing. You’d practiced so much at home with some sausages and pig skin, that doing this was normal practice for you.

“Are you an intern here?” He asks, trying not to think about his wound.

You nod, smiling. “It’s actually my first day.”

He grins, “Ever see anything like this?”

“Yes,” you laugh, “cuts and bruises are a common thing in the ER. You’re in good hands.”

Cringing, he murmurs, “I feel a little nauseous. Is that normal?”

You finish the stitch, cutting it and starting a new one. “Yes sir, the anesthesia is probably flowing through your system, and you’re probably a little dehydrated as well. We’ll start an IV drip once I’m finished.”

He nods, his eyes closed and frowning painfully. “I-Is it a little hot in here?”

“Hey,” one of your fellow interns walks up and hovers over your shoulder. It was the guy you first said hi to. “Uh, did you take a look at his charts yet? Dr. Do asked me to give these to you.”

“My hands are a bit preoccupied right now,” you say as you focus on cutting the thread. “If you’re not busy, can you read them out for me?”

He grumbles, “I am.” But opens the file anyway and begins scanning the contents. “Mr. Jeong SaeHyun-ssi, 56 year male, came in for a cut on the upper thigh, and received stitches. What’s taking you so long?”

You roll your eyes. “Can you just read the charts?”

He gives you a dirty look and keeps reading. “Uh...wait...WBC count is off the roof,” he mumbles, glancing at your patient.

“Oh shit, y/n!” He stops you as your patient immediately goes rigid and begins choking, his breaths rugged and loud as his back bows off the table. Yoongi drops the papers and immediately runs over to the other side and holds down the man as he spasms. “Fuck, it’s the tetanus!”

You also drop your needle and tray and rush to the man’s side to hold his arm down. “What?! No! He already had an antibiotic shot and is scheduled for another dose!”

Yoongi grunts as the man begins flailing his limbs, shaking the cot side to side, “Well, seems like that shot was a little too late!”

“Nurse?! Please, help me hold him down!” You yell, and let go of his arm and exchange it with the nurse who anchors him to the bed, while you reach down and feel his abdomen. It’s rock hard, not from the muscles, but from the shock. “Oh my god, he was talking about nausea and fever. He’s having a seizure! Code Blue! Someone page Dr. Do right now!”

One of the nurses who’s come by to help, frantically helps keeps the man’s legs down. “Dr. Do just scrubbed in for a surgery. We can’t reach him!”

You panic, “Oh my god, if Mr. Jeong doesn’t get the attention he needs his airways will freeze and he’ll die of oxygen starvation.”

“Y/N! Focus!” Yoongi yells, as the monitor begins beeping like crazy, “It’s started, you’ve got to perform a tracheostomy on him or he’ll die!” The nurse reads out, “His BP is dropping by the second, Doctor.”

“H-holy sh-shit,” you run a hand through your hair, biting your lip, “I’ve only read about it in textbooks, it’s a m-major surgical procedure and we haven’t gotten a chance to t-train, or to w-watch, I can’t--I don’t know--”

“Y/N! You can do this! The only one in this ER who can do it right is you. Hurry!” He orders the nurse, “Bring a tracheostomy kit! Pump 100mg Phenobarbital and 2 milligrams Lorazepham.”

“The Lorazepham isn’t working, and the Pheno isn’t working fast enough. We have to do the tracheostomy first, Doctor, or he’ll die of oxygen starvation.” Gina tells you, frantically trying to stop her muscle spasms.

“Here,” a nurse runs up with the kit, and hands it to you. Your hands shake with it, and you stare up at Yoongi, who’s now manually pumping air into the man’s mouth, gives you a nod.

“You want to make an incision vertically, about two fingers long, one inch above the collarbone,” He instructs, staring at you with a steely look.

You nod, and lean in, measuring about two fingers up from the man’s neck base, and press in, cringing when immediately blood begins to flow out. Nurses rush to press gauze against the blood and Gina swoops in to cauterize the bleeding veins.

“Alright, good, cut through the fatty tissue and the muscle wall, and then you’ll see a white-ish cartilage-like material, that’s the---”

“Thyroid,” you cut him off, nodding as you keep cutting. “Got it.” The nurses clamp the tissue to the side.

Yoongi nods, maintaining his pumping. “Good, now all you gotta do is make a smaller incision, no more than a couple of centimeters to allow the tube in, laterally. Avoid the trachial bones.”

You nod, making the incision cleanly, and immediately you’re met with a whoosh of air. You scramble to grab the tube and place the outer cannula through the hole, and then seal it with the round cuff to secure it in place. And immediately, the patient draws in a huge breath of air, and the beeping begins to slow.

“BP is stabilizing.” The nurse reads, patting you on your back. “You did it, Doctor.”

You collapse onto the chair, breathing heavily, as the nurses surround the patient, closing up the wound and delivering the patient’s final doses of medication.

Yoongi hands off the plastic bag valve to a nurse, and steps around the cot to stand in front of you. You’re staring off somewhere into space, and he just watches you calmly. “Are you--”

“What the hell is going on here?!” Doctor Do storms into the ER, dressed in scrubs and removing his surgical cap. He glances over Yoongi’s shoulder to see the patient lying on the cot with a tube sticking out of his neck. “What the fuck?” he observes the procedure, and glares back at the both of you.

“He was having seizures, and his airways were muscle-locked because of the Tetanus. We had no other choice, Dr. Do.” Yoongi says, and you just stare up at the both of them in a haze.

“Why didn’t anyone check his charts?” Kyungsoo hisses, flipping through the pages. “Who was responsible for checking them?”

You stand, about to take responsibility when Yoongi steps in. “It was me, Doctor Do. I was supposed to bring them to y/n when you asked me but I saw her doing sutures already and helped out a patient with their Penicillin dose before I went to go get the charts. I’m sorry.”

“No!” You frown, pushing Yoongi aside and bowing to Dr. Do, “It was me. I was too excited to be doing my first actual stitches that I forgot to read the test results after his chart. I saw all the signs, the rigid abdomen, the heated skin, and the light nausea, but I just attributed it to a first-time reaction to the anesthesia...I’m so so sorry...” You blink away tears as you meet Dr. Do’s angry gaze again.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t have time to be standing here and trying to figure out who did it. A doctor must always check the background of the patient before doing any procedure, alright? Now both of you, get scrubbed.” He turns and begins ordering a surgery.

“Uh,” you scramble up to him, “Dr. Do? What do you mean? You assigned us to the ER for the entire day.”

He frowns at the both of you lingering by the bed. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Get scrubbed, this patients gonna have to get surgery for the infection, doesn’t he? Since he’s your patient, you get to scrub in.”

You and intern #12 meet eachother’s eyes, mouths dropping open at the opportunity. Dr. Do begins walking briskly towards the OR and you two both scuttle after him, a skip in your steps. “Y/n,” Dr. Do comments, “Good job at the tracheostomy. It looked good.”

You blush as the three of you step into the sterile room and begin dressing. “I’m going to go check on my patient I just helped do a tumor removal on, the both of you stay here and help the nurses prep the patient. Watch, and observe what they do.”

He exits the room, and the both of you let out your breaths as you begin pulling on your protective gear. You see intern #12 struggling with the strings on the back of his scrub shirt.

“Here,” you breathe out, stepping up, “Let me help.”

He doesn’t say anything and just peers at you as he turns and hands you the strings. You tie them for him, going down his back with the other strings. “Thank you,” you whisper, “That guy wouldn’t have lived if it weren’t for your encouragement and guiding.”

He nods, and solemnly turns around, gesturing to tie your strings for you too. “It’s fine,” he says, from behind you, and you can feel the tug of the strings. “You did good, intern 8.”

“Y/N,” you say, and hold out a hand, and he takes it. “Yoongi.” He says, and hands you a mask to put on. You smile at him and he gives you a sort of small smile before he puts his mask on.

“Hurry the fuck up! After this, you guys get to pay for making a stupid mistake by doing rectal exams all night!” Kyungsoo calls from inside.

You both exhale and take a moment before stepping into the OR.

That was how you met Min Yoongi.

Falling in love with him, well, that wasn’t hard.

After that first time where he’d literally coached you through your first procedure as an intern, the two of you were a whirlwind, working together like a well-oiled machine. You completed each other’s sentences, pointed out each other’s mistakes, quizzed each other and were the top duo of the entire intern program within the hospital for the next year as interns.

“Yoongi and y/n,” the other residents and interns called you two, “the dynamic doctor duo, the second gen of triple D’s,” they’d laugh as you two scrubbed in on surgeries together, answered resident questions together, and even got the top marks on the intern test together. You two were unbeatable.

And naturally, you became residents at Seoul National, and the years following that were years of excitement and big changes. You’d both followed in Kyungsoo’s footsteps to choose neurosurgery as your specialties, and just like he’d predicted, were the best damn interns the hospital had seen, and had followed on to become the best damn residents the hospital had seen.

“Bipolar forceps,” Yoongi grunts as Jongdae, one of the promoted attending Doctors, watches the both of you perform a tumor removal with a hawk eye. The nurse gives him the forceps and he flips open the circular bone flap of the skull you had drilled.

“Exposing the dura. Scalpel,” you request, the tool was handed to you and you lean in, making a tiny incision on the thick flap of skin that protects the brain, and Yoongi swoops in with the bipolar cautery, burning closed any bleeding veins that might distract you. “Suction,” he says softly, and the nurse sucks away any extra brain tissue that’s revealed as you take scissors and gently cut away a flap of the dura.

“There’s the tumor,” you murmur, pointing at the white mass a few centimeters down from the skull. Yoongi leans in again with his forceps, burning away any open veins and you move alongside him across the patient, sucking and cutting away any unnecessary brain tissue and exposing the circumference of the tumor.

Yoongi continues to cauterize the veins and the tissue, holding it taught as you cut away at the non-bleeding tissue of the tumor. And together, you both snip away at the pale white tissue, working seamlessly as a team, without Jongdae needing to step in to help. “A little bleeding there,” you point at a section and Yoongi steps into immediately cauterize the area, carefully sucking away any excess blood to clear his field of vision while you continue to cut away the rest of the tumor’s tissue.

Finally, after agonizing minutes, the final cut is made, and no excess trauma or bleeding is shown, and everyone in the surgical ward breathes a sigh of relief as you smile and drop the tumor into the metal plate. “Finished. Reattach the bone flap,” Yoongi nods and replaces the removed dura with some material and then replaces the bone flap and drills in the metal plates that keep it intact. You then follow up with stapling together the skin of the head back, right where it should be. Once the final staple is completed, Jongdae nods at the both of you and motions for the nurses, “Please finish up here.”

“Good job guys,” he breathes as he walks out of the ward and begins removing his protective scrubs. “That was...pretty seamless, didn’t expect any less of the both of you.”

You smile and nudge Yoongi who just stoically nods at Jongdae’s compliments. Kyungsoo comes in with a little smile, nodding at the both of you. “Heard you performed a tumor removal all on your own. Good job you two.” He gives you a quick thumbs up and the both of you grin back as you receive yet another compliment from the devil.

You two were attached by the hip, and after an entire six months of shy smiles and inside jokes, he finally asked you nonchalantly if you’d ever want to grab dinner together.

“But Yoongi!” You mock him, laughing as you can visibly see him die a little on the inside at the thought of actually asking you out on a date, “We’ve gotten dinner together so many times before!” Clasping your hands in front of your heart in exaggerated mockery, you snicker at him as he rolls his eyes, toeing at something on the hospital floor.

“I mean,” he grumbles, hands shoved into his white coat pockets, “Like something to actually count as dinner, not cup ramen shoved down our throats in a matter of minutes in the on-call room. Dress nicely, all that stuff.”

You laugh, sauntering past him. “Alrighty then, pick me up at 6?”

He nods without even looking at you, and you laugh again.

That night, he’d showed up reluctantly with a bouquet of purple Irises, and you’d received them happily as you let him into your apartment. “Mmm,” you take a big whiff of the flowers and place them in a vase. “You remembered?”

He grumbles, “Yeah, you said they were really pretty that one time our patient’s mom brought them in for her son.” You smile at him, and smooth down your dress as you pull on your heels. “Ready?”

He finally looks at you, looking down at your black dress that accentuated your curves, and your nude heels. Your makeup was light, and natural, and your hair done nicely, different from the bun you always had when you were working at the hospital. “You...you look good,” he says lowly, and his eyes rake over your figure, and you have a thought to just ditch the nice dinner and jump him right then and there. After months of incessant flirting and sensual glances, you could eat him up right then. He was dressed in a nice suit, trading in the boring blue scrubs you always saw him in for a nice gray pair of slacks and black dress shirt, and a matching gray jacket to top it off. His black hair was tousled nicely, effortlessly, and he looked so good.

But you swallow it down and smile prettily, whispering a quiet, “Why thank you,” and let him lead you to his car.

You had always assumed that Yoongi was the type of guy to take you to a nice steak and wine dinner and call it quits, but actually he knew exactly what kind of person you were when he pulls up to the date night.

“Sushi?” You frown as you step out of the car. “I didn’t know you like sushi.”

He helps close the door after you and leads you into the expensive looking restaurant. “I have a friend who works here,” he grins gummily, “and he agreed to let us choose our own sushi, and get this--we get to cut our own and play with the knives.”

You smile wickedly as you scramble after him. “Min Yoongi you know me so well.”

After a night of yummy sushi and learning expensive sushi cuts from Yoongi’s friend, you leave the restaurant full and sated, a little tipsy off of the expensive sake he ordered you both.

“How do you afford all of this with a resident salary?” You ask, frowning as he signs the receipt.

He chuckles, “Uh, I get a little help here and there.”

You joke, “Don’t tell me you’re a heir or something.”

He just laughs it off and leads you outside, to where his car waits. He drives you two to another place, and you laugh as he pulls in. “Classic,” you giggle, as he parks next to the Bodies exhibit that’s been touring the area for a while now. It was an anatomical exhibit with preserved bodies, fetuses, eyeballs, the likes. He just grins at you, “You’re a workaholic, and you love bodies. Couldn’t think of something more fun to do on our first date.”

He tucks his coat over your bare shoulders as you two walk into the exhibit and you lean into him as you both peruse the aisles of jars and showrooms.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” You whisper at him, and he turns to look at you with a look so dark and earnest, that your knees begin to shake a little. Halfway through the exhibit, you stopped looking at the preserved body parts and more at him, wondering where and how the hell Yoongi had dropped into your life to become the man you’ve always dreamed of. A little aloof and grumpy, yes, but he was a great friend, partner, and cared a lot more than he let on.

If he’d taken you to a traditional dinner, your hopes would’ve been crushed. And if he’d driven you after to a musical symphony concert, or a regular movie, like other dates have done in the past, you would’ve been disappointed that he didn’t know you better. But this first date was the day you knew you wanted to marry Min Yoongi.

He stares at you for a long time before whispering back, “I wanted to make sure,” he says lowly, and reaches over to grip your hand. “It was a bit scary at first.”

“What was?”

“How alike we are.” He fiddles with your fingers, turning your smaller hands in his and gnawing on his lip. “How well we fit.”

You step forward, gripping his hand. “Yoongi,” you murmur, even though you two are far away from the other visitors at the exhibition. “Let’s go home. Please.” You stare up into his eyes and bite your lower lip subtly, and it takes him just a moment before he’s gripping your hand and heading straight for the exit to his car.

You can’t keep your hands off of him, giggling as he grips your upper thigh from the driver’s seat and you retaliate by leaning over and nibbling on his ear and tonguing his jawline as he presses on the gas to get home. “Don’t s-stop,” he murmurs. You two run up the stairs, laughing and grabbing butts and whatever skin you can before he’s punching the code in and throwing his apartment door open. You don’t even get a chance to admire the size and beauty of his place.

He barely gets the door closed before you throw off the jacket around your shoulders and pounce on him, and he presses you against the door, tongue searching your mouth earnestly and swiping across your lips desperately as moans and ragged breaths are released into the darkness of his studio. He groans at your taste, and you moan loudly as his hands rake lasciviously over your breasts and stomach.

His tongue works wonders against your swollen lips, drawing out moans and licking boldly into your mouth as you suck on his lower lip.

He quickly works the zipper of your dress down as you unbutton his black dress shirt, not even bothering to slide it down his shoulders in your desperation, but just roaming your hands wide across his white milky torso, scrapping your nails lightly as he tongues against your exposed neck and collarbone. “Hurry!” you ask him, quickly removing your straps and letting the dress slither down your body and pool at your feet. You step out of them and jump as Yoongi catches you, pulling your thighs tight against his hips as he walks you blindly towards his bedroom.

He drops you onto his mattress and you laugh as he grins at you and quickly undoes his pants and climbs over you, starting to kiss you at your bellybutton and tickling you as he climbs up your body. Reaching behind and unclasping your bra, his gaze grows darker as he stares down at your naked torso.

“So beautiful,” he mutters, cradling them in between his hands and fluttering kisses all over them and tonguing at your heightened nerves until you’re breathing heavy and stuttering his name, your core clenching around nothing and the wetness making you uncomfortable. “Yoongi,” you moan, grabbing at his boxers, “please, I need you...”

He understands quickly and obliges, looming over you on his elbows and distracting you with a kiss as he removes your underwear and swipes a finger up your folds to feel your wetness. You’re panting and moaning incoherent things, desperate for the feeling of him in you, for him to touch you, to kiss you. The pressure he puts against your clit with the swipes isn’t good enough, and you mewl for him to hurry.

“Fuck,” he breathes, groaning as he settles between your thighs, “You’re so wet. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“Too long to remember,” you whine, hiking your thighs up over his hips and anchoring him to you. He groans and your voice hitches in your throat when he finally slides into you, fitting into you like a glove. Your jaw hangs open on his shoulder and your hands are gripping whatever you can grab, the hair at the base of his neck, the bicep that’s pressed against your cheek.

“Holy shit,” you croak, throwing your head back at the pleasure. It’s dark and you can’t see him but his groans huskily tickling your ear let you know he’s going as crazy as you are. He presses in and out, slowly taking his time and rocking his hips against you in a way that stimulates your clit, rolling his hips against you when he sheathes in and then pressing on his downstroke when he moves out. You retaliate by leaning up and mouthing at his neck and his collarbone, sucking hickey’s into the pale unmarked skin like your life depended on it.

You remember that night you were almost moved to tears how he loved you, held your body like fine china, kissing and drawing moans and sweet promises from your lips like he couldn’t live without them. He’d moaned your name and muffled his moans when he came by kissing you hard, nibbling lightly at your lower lip as his hand came to tangle in your hand and his hips stuttered.

He’d murmured “God I can do this for the rest of my life,” against your lips before he fell asleep, and you’d watched him fall asleep, smoothing back the black locks of his hair behind his ear.

He was beautiful, in a way that you’d never expected yourself to be attracted to. His skin was absolutely pale and milkish, so clean and white that you wanted to spend the rest of your life running your lips and fingers and tongue over them and marking him as yours and learning everything about every inch of his body.

He had smaller eyes, that crinkled when he smiled, but were dark and held so many promises and loyalty in them. His eyelashes that framed them were as dark as his hair and his eyebrows, so black and thick that you couldn’t resist running your hands through them as he dreamed.

Although a bit on the skinnier side, Yoongi’s body was beautiful as well. The arm thrown over your waist was still thick and had definition, and his torso well built and broad enough to make you feel like you could sleep on his chest forever. Which you did, at least that night.

And the next morning, he’d woken up to you prancing around in his black dress shirt, making breakfast with a sweet little smile. That’s how it all started, as cheesy as it sounds.

Dating in the workplace, was difficult, at the least. But it helped that you worked in the same hospital, and your schedules were more or less the same, being able to enjoy your days off together at home, or even just sleeping together on the same bed in the on-call room whenever you were both available.

It wasn’t forbidden for residents to date each other, as long as the relationship didn’t deteriorate performance. And in you and Yoongi’s case, your performance soared together, conquering complicated surgeries and hundreds of patient care issues together as a pair. You both weren’t too romantic elsewhere, and it was your own personal enjoyment to be able to finish eachother’s sentences and complete the most difficult surgeries without a hiccup.

Getting married with Yoongi was the easiest part of your relationship. Saying yes was so, so easy.

He’d been thinking about it since the first night you shared together, and two years into your relationship and three into your friendship, he invites you nervously over to his place and cooks you an amazing dinner with wine and candles and the works, and gets on his knees, proclaiming his undying love for you.

He wasn’t good with words, but it was moments like these that he saved whatever sappiness he could muster up with his skinny little body for all at once.

“I think...” he begins, watching the way your eyes widen at the sight of him on one knee. “I think a lot. And it’s sometimes hard for me to just feel emotions and stuff. I wasn’t raised like that, and I never really had an experience that forced me to do anything otherwise. But you...y/n, you...you make me feel. You make me excited to see you, you make my heart race when you perform your famous whipping stitch,” he laughs as he reaches up to cup your face and wipe away a tear with his thumb, “and you make me never want to live anyway else, besides the way I’m living right now, here with you.”

“Will you marry me?”

You’re crying ugly tears and getting your makeup all messed up, but you nod as you whisper, “Yes,” and let him slip on the beautiful big wedding ring and stand from the chair to meet him in a passionate kiss.

That night, with your wedding ring the only thing you’re wearing, he proclaims his love to you through his actions, through his hands and his lips and his touches, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you submit to the ecstasy of being completely and actually loved by someone so wholeheartedly.

You felt at that moment, that you had conquered the world. You had a great job, an even better workplace, and the best fiancee you could ever ask for. He was your partner in crime, your trusted best friend, your husband-to-be. He was your everything.

Planning the wedding...was easy.

Both of you weren’t complicated, nor extravagant people. You simply chose a nice venue, chose steak as the dinner, a normal white wedding cake, a nice dress that complimented your figure, and you both had a great relationship with the Chief, so you asked him to officiate the wedding. Your friend took your pictures for you, and you were able to make your wedding playlist in 30 minutes in the waiting room right after a surgery. A couple of your fellow residents and childhood friends were the bridesmaids and thankfully, the ones without medical jobs that sucked out the life and time out of their days, were able to step in and plan the rest of the details of your wedding like the color of the silverware and the texture of the table covers.

No extra musical quartets to play your wedding song, no extravagant flowers besides the nice green ones decorating the tables and your bouquet, and your honeymoon was going to be a nice week-long trip in a tropical island, far far away where the both of you could just enjoy the moment together.

Simple.

You found and planned to buy a house, which is when you discovered that Min Yoongi came from a pretty well off family. It was a nice four bedroom place, with a big kitchen and an even bigger living room, and since the both of you were were always tired and busy, you made the finances to hire a maid and gardener to come every weekend and clean your house inside out.

The only part was...his parents, weren’t easy. At all.

His father was a strict businesswoman, with a degree in law and economics who’d started his own company from scratch and had built it up to be one of the biggest tech companies in the country. His mother, although not a working woman, was a daughter of another mogul who’d raised her with all the perfect etiquettes required of heiresses like her.

Meeting her made you almost piss your pants, as you fiddled with your coat for the upteenth time that day, and Yoongi reaches over to grip your hand in a firm hold, leaning over and murmuring, “You look beautiful, don’t worry. She’s gonna love you.”

That, to this day, was probably the biggest lie your husband ever told you. Well, in addition to the whole “til death do us part” lie he told you at the altar. But you’d go through a thousand of those lies if it meant you didn’t have to deal with his mother.

She was a fierce-looking lady, with eyeliner sharper than you’d ever been able to master, and pearls hanging from her dainty neck that looked like they’d be shiny and strong enough for her to choke you with. She’d walked in with a piercing stare, giving you a once over at your new Givenchy dress and Chanel coat, and pursed her lips before taking a seat. Damn, an hour of preparing completely unappreciated in seconds, 3,000$ down the drain.

Yoongi’s father was a bit more loveable, a tired old man who loved to take you camping and outdoorsy stuff that his mother refused to even talk about. You enjoyed fishing and hiking with him whenever you got the chance. But Yoongi’s mother...she was a whole different story.

The moment she approved of your marriage, she took over. She planned another wedding, much bigger and more lavish than the first friends-and-family-only one you and Yoongi had originally planned for. She hired one of the most popular wedding planners to come in and re-do the entire thing, renting out a traditional huge church for the event and re-doing the entire sanctuary in draping colors of white and pale pink and gold.

The wedding cake was taller than you, and the food was made by a Michelin star chef who had dozens of professional waiters and waitresses at his beck and call to deliver the plates going around.

She invited almost four-hundred guests, all important men and women in Yoongi’s father’s business. Potential investors, politicians, local celebrities and moguls, the Board of Trustees, important managers and team leaders from the company, and even families that shared good relationships with her own.

Immediately, your week was chock-full of scheduled facials, nail salon appointments, dress fittings, and meetings with the planner that your mother-in-law insisted on attending.

The only thing she let you choose in the entire wedding was your underwear, which you insisted on not wearing the thong that would probably render you sterile for the rest of your life.

But you gritted your teeth through it as she drove a whirlwind through your once-normal marriage, and you smiled through clenched teeth and did the whole six hours of greeting and nodding and waving alongside Yoongi. Little did your mother-in-law know that at the end of the night, you fucked Yoongi in her kitchen while she was out drinking with her friends.

It was your dirty little secret.

Your once-normal house was sold quickly and she insisted on you two moving into a huge estate that was much closer to hers, and immediately hired the both of you a set of maids, gardeners, and cooks to make sure the “house was running properly” since you never “have time to do it anyway.”

If it meant that she’d stay out of your house and not force the both of you to move in with her, you were satisfied.

All you needed was Yoongi, and you had him through it all. He was the one who coaxed you not to panic when his mother forced you to do a chemical peel for your skin that made you want to die of pain, and assured you that it would all be over, and even offered to run away with you whenever you wanted, whenever you decided that doing this and putting up with his mother and her antics wasn’t worth it all.

But it was, worth it all. He was worth it all. And so you insisted on just doing it. Your marriage and your happily ever after was worth all the hours and hours of scrubbing your skin clean and lasering your body hair off and squeezing into a corset for your wedding dress.

You were determined to make sure your marriage with Yoongi was perfect.

Which was probably why when Dr. Do Kyungsoo decided to amicably transfer 5 years later from his promotion into attending status, and 3 years into your marriage with Yoongi, he chose the both of you to head the department in his place. You two were surgeons who worked well together, were happily married, with leadership skills and great relations with the Chief, and it also helped that the both of you together had incredibly high surgical success rates.

It was a no-brainer, pun intended.

And so you step up, pack up your stuff and move into your own immaculate offices side-by-side, enjoy the perks of being the leaders of the neurosurgery department, with your own assistants and resting rooms, able to access even more surgeries and benefits.

But also, simultaneously, 3 years into your marriage with Yoongi, was when the questions started.

“When are you planning to have children?”

“Are you guys thinking of expanding your family?”

“Have you been taking those uterine enhancing vitamins I sent to your house last week?” Your mother-in-law would call you, and you’d wince, scrambling up to the fridge in your office to suck on the plastic pouch of useless Eastern medicine as you mumble, “Yes, mother. Everyday now.”

She huffs over the phone. “Why can’t you get pregnant yet? Have you and Yoongi been trying, even?”

You sigh, “Uh, mother, I can assure you that Yoongi and I have been doing this together, and we will take it at our own pace. I promise you, I’m thinking about this rationally.”

“Rationally doesn’t mean you agree to leading the department together with your husband. Rational means you, as a woman, let him lead and take a break so that you’re not always running around that hospital and making your uterus less elastic.”

You don’t even bother explaining how wrong that was medically, because the uterus did not loose elasticity because you were working harder, as she continues to berate you for not taking the traditional role of a wife.

It...it was complicated. You were raised in a family much different than Yoongi’s. Your parents were high school lovers, who’d married right after graduating college and started their family with your older brothers. After having you, and after 10 more years of marriage, they’d decided that it wasn’t worth it, and that the problems that continued to arise within your family weren’t solvable.

So they divorced, shuttling you and your two brothers in between them for holidays, and you’d lived your life getting used to having two sets of clothes, two desks, two houses, and two bedrooms. You couldn’t complain, there were children out there with much worse circumstances than yours. But nonetheless, the brokenness of your parents marriage was probably why you were so desperate to prove to everyone that you weren’t like them.

You wanted to be different. You saw how your mother had rotted at home, lonely and waiting for her surgeon husband to return home. He rarely called once he got promoted to Attending status, and was always late to family events. He always missed dinner, and you distinctly remember walking out into the living room late at night after peeing, and seeing your mother asleep at the dining table, a full meal laid out for him as she slept on the spot next to him.

Staying at home, rotting away like that...it wasn’t your thing. You wanted to be great, you wanted to excel and prove how good you were, not only to yourself and your own family, but even to Yoongi’s mother. Because of your parents’ divorced status and not-on-the-wealthy-side financial state, she’d looked down at all of you when you first met her a while ago.

But then Yoongi had graciously taken a moment with her the night after, explaining to her calmly how hard working you were, how you refused to let him help you with your debt, working tirelessly and passionately to support your parents and work off your debt and bills. Only then did she agree to the marriage.

“...make sure that Yoongi is eating his vegetables. I know I hired you both a chef to make sure you both got your nutrients. He knows and I’m sure he’s doing a great job, but Y/n, a wife should be cooking for her husband from time to time. Go make him some chicken bone healthy soup, I hear its very good for the male body...” she continues to babble on as you see your office door handle twist open and Yoongi lingering in the doorway.

You spin in your chair to look at him and he smiles apologetically at you.

“My mom?” He mouths, and you nod sadly.

He walks over and leans against your desk, and you lean forward and press your forehead against his stomach, breathing in his scent. You stay like that for a moment, the smell of Yoongi’s skin calming you. Although the both of you used the same body wash and laundry detergent, there was still something so Yoongi about his smell. You could never replicate it, even though you sometimes secretly spritzed his cologne in your bedroom when you missed him a lot. Hoping that maybe his scent rubbed off on you in the process was all you could do.

The phone is still pressed against your ear as you mumble out acknowledgements to his mother and he chuckles as he smooths your hair back with one hand. He lifts your head to lean down and deliver a deep kiss, one that makes your lashes flutter and your heart stop.

You open your eyes to him staring down at you funny, and then a big grin stretches across his face as he holds the mute button down. “Hey,” he grins at you gummily, “let me sit on the chair.” He lets go of the button.

You frown and continue to talk to his mother as you oblige and get up out of the chair to perch against the edge of your desk while he gets comfortable. He grips the back of your head and pulls you down for another searing kiss, one that makes you smile and frown confusedly down at him.

He just grins and presses the mute button again, “trust me,” he whispers, and begins to kiss at your jawline.

You hold the phone away from your ear and out of earshot as you hiss, “Oh my god, Yoongi, no.”

“The doors locked,” he murmurs as he stands up and curls over you against the table to grind his hips against yours. “Keep talking to her.” he says, and his eyes glint with mischevious intent as he continues to travel down your torso. One by one he undoes the little buttons on your blouse, kissing and licking at each new inch of skin that’s revealed. He doesn’t even bother taking off your bra, just hiking it up out of the way and immediately diving and tonguing at your nipples until your struggling to keep your harsh breathing under control and your practically dripping down your thighs.

“Always so sensitive here,” he smirks, flicking a thumb over your sensitive nipple.

His mother’s still droning on and on about how your gardener was the best, whatever awards he’s won and what she thinks he should do with your backyard....all while her son is currently getting comfortable in between your legs.

He pulls up your pencil skirt and snaps the waistband of your panties against your hip, grinning up at you cheekily when he sees the dark spot that reveals your wetness to him. Without even pulling them off, he pushes the band aside and slides two fingers into you without warning, making you choke on whatever agreements you were babbling into the phone.

“Yes, mother, I think so to---” you completely cut yourself off, literal seconds away from moaning out loud into the receiver. You immediately punch your finger into the mute button, glaring down at Yoongi. “What the fuck?” you hiss, staring at the weighted phone in your hand as you can hear the light crackling of her frantic voice on the other end. “Yoongi, oh my god, we’re gonna get caught.”

“Not if you keep quiet,” he says, lightly kissing the skin above your bellybutton and continuing to languidly move his fingers within you, curling upwards to press against that spot that has you curling into him, gripping his hair for support, the phone still dangling in between your fingers. You keen, “Oh Yoongi,” you’re shuddering at the onslaught of such direct pressure and squeezing your eyes shut at the sensations.

The transition from residents to Attendings had been busy, and you’d been coming home with Yoongi only to collapse onto your beds without any energy for anything else. You were starved.

His mother’s voice crackles loud enough to draw you out of your haze. “Shit,” you mutter and turn off the mute, “Y-yes mother, s-sorry, I choked on some water there.”

Her voice calms down as she hears you on the line again. “Oh Jesus, I thought you’d passed out or something. Don’t do that again, you’ll stress out your body and stress isn’t good for the baby. Anyway, what was I saying, oh yes. The gardener wants to install a fountain that’s made out of genuine Greek volcanic rock....”

You tune her out as your head tips back and your eyes close to the feeling of Yoongi’s mouth close over your clit, hot and slick against the drenched fabric of your panties, and making you tremble at how quick he drives you to the edge. Your heeled feet are perched on the handles of your chair, and your clothes in a complete mess. The only thing you can focus on is making sure you mumble a “mhm,” for your mother-in-law to know you’re listening and anchoring Yoongi’s face against your core.

He moves his tongue slowly, tracing patterns into your flesh, making you all hot from the inside out and making your thighs tremble with the exertion of trying not to buck into him.

Clenching your jaw, you determine, is the best way of not letting any noises escape and you angle the receiver a bit away from your nose and mouth to make sure his mother doesn’t catch on the heavy breathing.

Your breaths are labored and shuddery, trying to compensate for the overwhelming sensations Yoongi drives through your system, his hands cradling your hip and the other roughly palming your breast and raking down your body to curl into you once again and press right against the spot only he knows this way. His hair is twisted tight beneath your fingertips but it only spurs him on, and you can literally feel the smile that he grins into your core, as he becomes even more naughty at the nasty thought of you accidentally letting his name slip as a moan in a conversation with his own mother.

But you manage to hold it in, cumming fiercely and silently, tears pricking your eyes as you curl into Yoongi’s mouth and your jaw hangs open in a silent scream as he tongues and laps at your wetness through it all.

You’re still shaking and shuddering as you come down from it, and Yoongi waits, leaning back in your leather chair with a satisfied and triumphant grin, his lips shining slightly from your wetness, and you snap.

“I-I’m sorry, mother, but I h-have to go. There’s an um, emergency p-procedure I have to perform! Right now! Sorry, I’ll call you later, so sorry, bye!” You ignore the frantic questions and slam the receiver down on the cart, and pounce on Yoongi, kissing him and roughly tugging at his hair and grunting in to the kiss to let him know how much you hated and loved him right now.

“Fuck,” you mutter, tonguing at his lips that are still salty with your taste. “You’re so much nastier than when we first married.”

He chuckles huskily against your lips. “Says the one who’s kissing me right after I ate you out.”

You grin down at him. “Switch,” you command, and he obliges, and you put your clothing somewhat back in place before taking his seat and unbuckling his pants. He’s already hard, probably from eating you out and the excitement and thrill of doing so when you’re on the phone with his mother, and you sneer at that.

You grip him at his base, squeezing tightly and slowly jerking him off. He bites his lip as he watches you, leaning against your desk. “You think you’re real cute huh?” You sneer, leaning forward to wrap your mouth around his tip and suck harshly, making him moan and buckle, his hands flying into the edge of the desk and in your hair.

You detach, though, before he can get any further pleasure from it and stare up at him. “You know that if we got caught, it wouldn’t even be you in trouble, but me?”

You reach over and grip his balls, playing with the weight in your hands and rubbing the space right where his cock meets the heavier skin. He groans, biting his lip and you smile wickedly when you feel him jump within your hands. “Fuck,” he groans, watching you with narrowed eyes. He knew he deserved it, and he was loving every bit of it.

“Next time,” you lean forward and wrap your lips around him again, sucking harshly and then pulling away in a tease, “You’re gonna fuck me in her house, make sure that she knows it’s not me thats nasty, but its all you.” You finally oblige, leaning in and swallowing his length as far as you can, letting him settle heavily against the back of your tongue. You swallow around him and fight the urge to gag, your other hand coming to his base and stroking whatever else you can’t reach with your tongue and mouth.

Yoongi’s completely at your dispense now, moaning and clenching his eyes shut as his breaths become labored and his hand becomes a bit too tight in the strands of your hair. But you ignore it, rubbing the texture of your tongue against the underside of his cock and moaning to send vibrations straight down his length.

“Oh sh-shit,” he buckles, “T-too much, t-too fast y/n.” He cringes, but you keep going, bobbing your head back and forth and smoothing your tongue harshly against the spot right on the underside of his cock that makes his stomach muscles clench underneath your hands.

He cums within seconds of doing that, groaning loudly and fisting his hands in your hair. You continue to stroke him through the orgasm, letting his cum drip down your tongue and you swallow loudly around him, making him buck forward from the extra stimulation. “Fuck,” he breathes out, grinning as you stand and wipe your lip, “That was hot.”

You roll your eyes, walking over to your closet and stripping off your ruined undies. The offices were nice, and personal, but even better because you and Yoongi could get some actual work done together with the nice locks they provided on your doors. You kept a stash of clean laundry here just in case you needed them for surgeries and important meetings, but your underwear stash was getting suspiciously depleted faster.

While you’re putting on a clean pair, he surveys the contents of your desk as he observes the packet of Uterine Vitamin Eastern medicine juice. He cringes as he turns over the packet and surveys the contents printed on the back, grimacing at the odd combination of multiple herbs and spices.

“No wonder you tasted bitter when I kissed you,” he curls his lip in disgust, “what the hell is in this thing? Are you sure it’s not doing the complete opposite of enhancing your vagina?”

You sigh, closing the closet door. “Imagine what it’s like to have your mother call me every night to remind me to take them.” Walking over, you slot yourself snugly in his arms.

His voice vibrates in his chest, calming you as you press your cheek against it. “You know, just say the word, and I’ll tell her to stop. I can go tell her that I’m the one who has sperm issues or don’t want kids or something. She’ll stop and listen then.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes as Yoongi’s chin comes down softly against the crown of your head. One more thing you loved about Yoongi, was that he was the perfect height for you to snuggle into his neck. “I don’t want you to lie to her.”

His chuckle buzzes against your ear. “I mean, it’s true that we want to wait a little bit, right? With the department changes that are going on and all...it’s okay to wait a little isn’t it?”

Resting your chin on his chest and peering up at him through tired lashes, you pout, sighing. “But if it happens, I guess it happens. I’m happy either way.”

He leans down and pecks your lips. “Me too. I’m happy either way.”

To think about where it all went wrong...well that’s not easy.

You’d spent three amazing years alone with Yoongi, enjoying your time together as residents, then promoted to Attendings. And although the transition into becoming department heads together was anything but simple or easy, especially with Yoongi’s mother nagging and turning her nose up at your decision every chance she got, it was still bearable.

But...maybe it had been the extra stuff in your lives that had driven you apart.

Your google calendar looked like a kid had just drawn squares everywhere with different colors. Your schedule was a mess, not that Suho was anything but organized, he was great. But your schedule was chock-full of important meetings, orientations, interviews, and even hospital events that took up a lot of your time. All you wanted to do was go back to your surgeries with Yoongi, but naturally being a bit more organized and better with human beings than Yoongi was, you ended up taking a bit more of the official part of the job, while he was equally stressed out by the extra patient-meetings and demanding surgeries.

You couldn’t complain about having to just attending meetings in person and greeting people and sipping champagne while Yoongi was having to deal with rude and stressed out patient families and even a lawsuit regarding one of the surgeries his patient claims could have been done better. Which, was ridiculous, because you and everyone in the entire country knew that Yoongi was one of the best specialists to deal with that patient’s tumor the way he did.

And neither did he, even though he stumbled in half awake into your home at 3am in the morning with eye bags dragging down to his chin and equally so weak from not being able to eat or drink anything during his surgeries, collapsing onto the couch.

But you still tried. You made sure that the both of you had Sunday’s off, no matter what, calling in favors from other departments to make sure that your positions were covered.

Sundays...naturally became a routine.

You both were up before 7am, just by habit. Yoongi would go into the kitchen and sip on some coffee silently while you went on your morning jog. By the time you got back, Yoongi was taking a nap, which is when you’d shower and get ready and leave the house together by 8:30 towards his parents’ place.

From 8:30 to 9, you’d help his mother prepare an obnoxious breakfast, full of beautiful cooked eggs, perfect waffles, little salmon and cheese crackers, and even sometimes she whipped out the caviar.

And together, you’d prepare for Yoongi and his father, who would just discuss a few things here and there while the women cooked. And then until 10, you and Yoongi would share coffee with his parents while his mother nagged you about children and his father would tell one of his fishing stories.

By noon, you’d both be back home, and Yoongi would groan about how tired he was and collapse into sleep again, and you’d quietly read a book or clean until he woke up around 4, and you’d go watch a movie together. It didn’t matter what movie, but you both just sat there in the darkness watching whatever stupid indie film was popular that week in your local theatre.

Since it was dark after the movie finished, you’d both make your way over to a small diner or something to grab a bite to eat. And then you’d curl up together infront of the tv or the fireplace and just silently cuddle.

But at one point, the cuddling didn’t feel as warm anymore.

Yoongi stopped bringing home flowers randomly. Instead his first words to you when he entered your office or when he came home would be something about the hospital. Sometimes, he was forced to even miss out on the precious Sunday times together because he was called in for an emergency procedure only he could do. Or you’d have to bail and reschedule your silent Sundays together in order to make it to an important hospital event.

The sex...well it was just sex.

You both tried changing it up here and there. But being married for three years...really had depleted a lot of your options of your boundaries and the things both of you were comfortable doing. The 15th time doing bondage and tying your hands to the bed just wasn’t as exciting as the first. Just...naturally.

And that was probably where it went wrong.

You accepted it, just acknowledged that things becoming like that were normal for any other couple. Great. But what your mistake was, you didn’t do anything about it. You didn’t dare ask him to attend marriage-counseling with you, in fear of disrupting the silence and peace you finally had obtained with his mother, and also, you had access to his calendar. It was impossible to do it together without his mother somehow finding out. She had his calendar too.

Little by little, you stopped asking. You stopped pressing him to take time off for dates, to separate and designate some time for just the two of you, without having to worry or talk about work. You stopped telling him about your day. And instead, you began to resent the way he always somehow managed to turn a blind eye to the passive side-comments his mother gave you.

It became a nuisance to hear that his partner in surgery was a beautiful new graduate who was all busty and fresh and innocent and remarkably good at surgery, and conveniently, working right next to him.

It also got busier. The hospital began a new TV program to raise public finds for the free clinic. The chief had brought up the idea, proposing a weekly talk-show-ish program where doctors and PA’s would sit at a panel and discuss important health issues and offer the best advice. Naturally, as one of the senior representatives of the neuro-department, and as a woman who was used to being on screens, you were asked to be on the show.

As your life picked up faster than ever, you had totally missed that, somehow, the marriage you had dreamed of, and had protected with your life, was crumbling with every step you took in your polished Louboutins.

And then, you took a test. Six weeks after your last pregnancy.

The two lines on the stick you peed on shined bright blue back at you, and you bit your lip as tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of finally starting a family with Yoongi. Almost four years of marriage, and you’d finally decided to stop taking the pills. You knew he wanted children, he’d always stare longingly at the children in the park or linger in the children’s toys section in the department stores.

But it had finally happened.

Telling him was glorious, he’d cried and kneeled and kissed your stomach until you were giggling and telling him to stop, and he was cooing promises of a family and eternal happiness and gratitude to you.

Telling his mother...well...was pretty extraordinary. Once she knew, she gathered all family and friends, including...basically everyone at the hospital, and had announced at a brunch party that you and Yoongi were expecting.

But nonetheless, it lead to a month of a happy marriage. Yoongi began delegating, switching his surgeries off to others to make sure that he was home to have dinner, often bringing home the same bouquets of flowers that you used to receive back when the both of you were interns. He began decorating, and even though you’d laughed and told him that it was still technically risky in the first trimester, had settled for buying a white crib and completely stocking the closet with unisex products, like shower products and carseats and diapers.

The sex was better. Yoongi refused to do anything to you even a smidgen above vanilla, scared to do anything to the baby.

“Yoongi,” you moan, head thrown back as he rocks his hips into you, “Spank me.” Begging had always been a secret little kink of Yoongi’s, but this time, he was adamant about not doing anything to stimulate “even any amount of pain for my wife.”

“No,” he pants, holding his upper body above yours, careful not to drop his weight on you. “What if it hurts the baby?”

You roll your eyes, throwing your legs around his back and pulling his hips close so they roll against your clit deliciously, and you curve your spine up into him so that your chests rub together. Moaning, you shake your head. “It...it’s okay.” You pant, and Yoongi finally finally relents....into doing doggy style.

“Switchin’ it up,” he grins, sliding back into you with a moan, and you roll your eyes half from frustration and half from pleasure.

It was fun. It was four weeks of feeling glorious, four weeks of feeling like finally, you had your marriage back. Yoongi was back to his normal, chippy self, finally able to get some more sleep and not throwing himself into his work. Your own work schedule was now a bit more lenient, people understanding when you had to skip out on important meals or appointments because of morning sickness. Co-workers and other subordinates were gushing constantly with blushed cheeks at how jealous they were of your marriage, congratulating you with every chance you got. The mother-in-law had finally stopped hounding you, and instead showed her interest by constantly ordering catalogues to your home about baby products. It was still meddlesome, but it was definitely better than calling you every morning at 9 am to make sure you took your uterine enhancing vitamins.

And those four weeks, you might have completely forgotten that your marriage had gone through a rough patch. No, a gaping hole and a horrible mess that you both had somehow just glazed over with the thoughts of a baby. You should’ve known that it was too good to be true.

After a particularly hard day of meetings, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your side, and wince as you stumble a bit. Suho is at your side, a worried look in his face. “Y/N,” he says, “are you okay?”

Cringing, you take a breath before hesitating. Normally you would have dismissed it for a momentary cramp or a twinge from hunger. But this...you felt something was wrong. Your heart begins to beat faster as your breath becomes short. “S-Sehun,” you whisper, grabbing his arm for support. “I need Sehun, now!”

You’re ushered into his office and Sehun comes to meet you halfway, a frown on his worried face. “Y/N,” he murmurs, “You don’t look well.”

You’re crying, anticipating the worst. “I...” you pant, worriedly looking up at him. “I don’t feel good, I-I felt a sharp pain in my side, like a cramp, and all of a sudden...I-I don’t know S-sehun, please just check, I’d f-feel so much better if you would just ch-check...”

“Okay, yes, of course,” he murmurs, urging you towards the table.

You settle against the cushion, the papers rustling behind your back as you lay down and you hike up your blouse near your ribcage so that Sehun can smear the gel onto your abdomen as he turns on his Ultrasound.

The next few moments seem to happen in slow motion.

“Y/N...” he trails off, turning from the screen to you. His eyes are sad, his face fallen completely as you stare at him in horror. “It...it was embedded in your fallopian tube. If it had stayed there...” he breathes out at your stricken expression, “your tube would have torn open. Its a miracle that you miscarried it naturally.”

You lay there for a moment, staring up at the blank white ceiling, the bright lights bruning into the back of your skull. And that day, you quietly cancel the rest of your schedules and trudge back home, dazedly walking into your place and seeing that Yoongi’s shoes are in the doorway.

You pad into the house, hoping that he’d be waiting there with the news, or even if he didn’t know yet out of Sehun’s politeness, just waiting for you to fall into his arms.

But when you walk into the bedroom, you see a lump of hair and a tired, limp Yoongi sleeping soundly.

And the sight breaks the dam. You crumple onto the floor, shoulders racking at the sight, and you press your fist into your mouth as you attempt to silence the shudders and cries that pass your lips. The tears dribble down endlessly as you rock yourself back and forth, holding your abdomen close as you pray silent prayers and apologize, over and over and over.

That night, you fall asleep on the bathroom floor, after hours and hours of just crying and staring at the dots of blood on your underwear.

Months later, all the sad smiles and apologies have stopped and you and Yoongi have lapsed completely back into the same routine.

Wake up, eat, work, sleep.

“So,” Wendy grins at the camera, flashing the audience a big smile, “Y/N,” she turns to you, “I think the rest of the panel and the audience have desperately wanted to know since the day you joined our show. What is your marriage like? I assume that being married to another successful surgeon isn’t easy. How do you and Dr. Min manage to make it work?”

You smile nervously, curling a hair behind your ear. “Uh,” you chuckle, “I-I don’t really have any secrets.”

Wendy laughs, just playing along to the script. “Oh, don’t tease us Y/N, we know you have a few tips! Please, c’mon, the female audience has been dying to know since your husband guested on the show with you.”

You clear your throat, plastering on a smile. “Well...it may sound generic,” you begin, “but rule number one, never go to sleep angry.”

Wrong.

“Rule number two, always make time to have personal dates, and personal time together.”

Wrong.

“And rule number three, always remember...never forget the way you fell in love.”

Wrong.

Yoongi comes home that day, dark circles down to his mouth and not even bothered to have changed out of his dirty scrubs, the door slamming and locking shut behind him. He leans heavily against the doorway, eyes shut as he groans and kicks off his shoes.

You’re in the living room, waiting for him, but he doesn’t even see and breezes past the area straight for the bedroom.

You set down your tea and pad after him, watching him slowly undress as he walks, leaving the soiled scrubs behind him as he stumbles into the bedroom. He faceplants straight into your shared bed, naked except for his boxers.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, tossing the scrubs into the laundry hamper. “We need to talk.” You grab a fresh set of boxers and a t-shirt for him to wear. Walking forward, you nudge his shoulder until he groans and sits up.

“What.” he says tiredly, cranky as you hand him the clothes.

Frowning, you cross your arms. “I know you’re tired but this is important.”

He wipes his face with his hand, lingering and pressing down a bit on his eyes and temples before tiredly frowning up at you. “Go.” He breathes out, and you fight the urge to pick at his tone.

“Today,” you whisper, taking the seat at the vanity across from the bed. “The show asked me about my marriage.”

He just watches you, elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands infront of him. “Mhm.” He mutters.

Swallowing, you cross your legs, blinking down at the grey of your sweats. “And...I lied.”

Time seems to stop. You know he knows. Yoongi graduated at the top of his class. He was a genius, and was married to you long enough to have everything about your relationship engrained in his bones. He wasn’t stupid.

“What...” he trails off, taking a moment to choose his words carefully. “What did you say?”

You notice he doesn’t repeat the word “lie” again.

“I told them we were perfect.” You whisper, eyes tearing up for the third time that day.

You had finished up schedules quite quickly and had rushed home, excited and giddy that hopefully, today would be the day that would transform everything back to its rightful place. Yoongi’s schedule was clear and that would mean only one thing.

From 6pm for an hour, you’d showered, shaving and exfoliating, and then had put on a mask while you styled your hair, and had taken utmost care to apply your makeup beautifully and choose the outfit that you’d never thought you’d be wearing again at this age. And then you’d waited.

Sitting against the couch, you had waited, and waited, and waited, calling Yoongi to no avail. At 10pm, and the fourth hour of him not picking up nor responding, you’d given up.

“Do you remember what today is?” You whisper, shoulders drooping with the effort. It was just so...hard. You couldn’t take it anymore.

He doesn’t respond, and you answer him before he does. “Our anniversary. Yoongi, its our fourth year married...did...did you forget?” You ask him, eyes brimming with tears.

His mouth falls open a little and that’s enough to answer your question that hangs in the air. “Oh Y/N,” he says lowly, eyes sadly looking up to you. “I-...I’m so sorry, there was an emergency Craniotomy and my phone was off the entire day and...” He sighs, head falling down. “I’m so sorry.”

You notice that he doesn’t make the effort to stand up and walk over to you.

And just like that, you realize that the few feet that stand between the bed and the vanity, and subsequently you and your husband, exemplifies the way you both grew apart.

All the frustrations, the resentment, the hatred, the pent-up-anger comes up all at once.

“I....I want a divorce, Yoongi.”

#bangtan bookclub #bts fics #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #fics #writing #cut me open #bts angst #doctor!yoongi #surgeon!yoongi #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #marriage

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atmilliways · 6 years ago

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Stuck on the Outside Failing to Look In (Just Like in Real Life)

This @mtl-trick-or-treat fic is for @tanyonlee, who asked for either a treat of “Very cute Skwistok!!” or a trick of “Skwisgaar and his gmiltf girlfriend XDDD.”

It’s your lucky Halloween dude, because I wrote BOTH. In five parts. I hope you like 8300+ word fics. 💩

Here’s part one! (1412 words)

Excerpt from Skwisgaar Is Ams Dick by T. Wartooth, chapter four (“Skwisgaar Is Ams Slut”), pages 132-133:

Everyones knows that Skwisgaar will does just abouts anybodies. That ain’ts the halfs of it! Every times ol’ Toki starts talkings to a beautiesful girl, Skwisgaar rolls right ups and starts the whisperings horny nothings to her ear what’s like I’m not theres. Fucking rudes! Then he goes and screws thems. Sometimes they don’t even bothers to leaves the room! And it’s not evens like whats the ladies are really sluts. Some ofs them ams real nice, whats have hopes and dreams and real goods teeth and everything. Some even haves the boobs thats am all naturals, just like mothers makes ‘em, though nots veries often ‘cause most groupies gets them sized ups whats to catch our attention betters.

But anyways, the ladies ain’ts the sluts, Skwisgaar ams. The ladies only wants to sleeps with likes four, maybies five guys, because we ams super mega famous. Skwisgaar ams the ones who doesn’ts cares whos he puts the you-know-whats sausage into sides of as longs as he gets to does it! You barlies ever see his ass with the sames lady twice!! He ams physicallies uns-capable of even gettings that close to settling downs and I can proves it. Ins this chapter I wills...

“... In other news, Toki Wartooth seems to be on the Toki Warpath! He’s been arrested seventeen times in the last two months alone, and at last night’s Dethklok concert in Washington DC actually lept from the stage and started it all-out brawl. The incident ended up outing several ultra-conservative Senators and House Representatives as closet Dethklok fans, despite having made so much effort to distance themselves from the group in the past. Thanks to the staff at prominent DC hospitals that leaked copies of the intake forms to the press, they’ve got quite a bit of explaining to do to their constituents.

“And that’s the Dethklok Minute!”

Groupie Debriefing Transcript

ID: 174849464438

[ x] Returning [ x] Approved for return

On file:

[ x] Pain waiver [ x] STI screen upon arrival [ x] STI screen prior to debriefing [ ] Paternity waiver [ x] Medical record of infertility due to [ ] Hysterectomy [ ] Tubal ligation [ x] Menopause �� [ ] Other: ________

Name: Beulah Rosenberg

Rating: GMILF

Debriefing Agent: 7982

7982: Please state for the record which members of Dethklok you interacted with on this visit.

ROSENBERG: Just Skwisgaar.

7982: Skwigelf?

ROSENBERG: Is there more than one Skwisgaar floating around here, dear?

7982: Just being thorough, ma’am.

ROSENBERG: Oh good. I don’t think he would like that, he’s a very sensitive boy you know. Being unique is very important to him.

7982: I’m aware, ma’am. And what was the purpose of your visit?

ROSENBERG: I don’t kiss and tell, dear.

7982: Um, okay. And you were with him from approximately 3:15pm yesterday to 8:45am this morning, is that correct?

ROSENBERG: That sounds about right. And we spent most of that time talking, for your information.

7982: Talking? With Lord Skwigelf? Instead of, uh... I mean, isn’t that a bit unusual? In your experience? Which... you’ve been on file here for several years now.

ROSENBERG: Eight years, nine next September. It is a bit of a change, but not necessarily a recent one. He’s been more introspective ever since... I’d say a little bit before his little band mate got kidnapped, but definitely more so after that.

7982: And I see from our records that he’s been requesting your presence more often since roughly that time. Was all that, uh, mostly taking as well?

ROSENBERG: Well... mostly.

7982: Grandma!

ROSENBERG: Oh for god’s sake, don’t be such a prude, Denis.

Therapy session transcript 5-625148-TW, excerpt:

TWINKLETITS: So what’s been on your mind lately, Toki? What’s going on in that noggin?

WARTOOTH: Nothings.

TWINKLETITS: Toki, Toki. You’ve got to be honest in this room, okay buddy? It’s been a big year. Lots of things going on. Lots of things that sooner or later you’re gonna have to face head-on one way or another, and wouldn’t it be nice to do that in a safe, supportive environment?

WARTOOTH: Not reallies.

TWINKLETITS: I know what’s been going on. You’ve been picking fights, breaking windows... you’re scaring people, Toki. All your friends are worried half to death about you.

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

TWINKLETITS: That’s a big load of bull pats. Why would they go through all that trouble to get you back if they didn’t care?

WARTOOTH: The bands—

TWINKLETITS: They found you. Do you think that was easy?

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

TWINKLETITS: Toki, have they talked to you at all about what it was like getting to you?

TWINKLETITS: Toki?

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

WARTOOTH: Noes.

TWINKLETITS: Well they told me. They didn’t have any idea what they were doing, but they went anyway, and followed any crazy idea they could pull out of their asses to do it. Pickles guessed they should look in the place where you played your very first gig as a member of Dethklok—

WARTOOTH: The Depths of Humanities? That shitshole?

TWINKLETITS: Exactly! And Skwisgaar—

WARTOOTH: I don’ts wants to talk about that asshole! Fucking bastards don’t gots no time for anything but sluts—

TWINKLETITS: Toki, no!

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible yelling, smashing furniture]

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Consider this a band meeting

Skwisgaar, I don’t know why Dr. Twinkletits is still calling me, but can you think of any reason Toki might be angry with you?

Kind regards,

Charles F. Ofdenson

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Consider this a band meeting

uSUal reason right? not giving hm sodas? back ne up her gays

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

SOLOS!

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

No. He’s just still fucked up from being kidnapped.

Hey Charles, you ever going to fucking visit us man? Thought you were hamburger time again. Answer your phone when I text you. Dick.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

Hey fuckfaces,

You’re all wrong!!! Take it from me, a real lady’s man. He’s upset over some chick who went and broke his stupid heart!!! I’ll take some booze over to his room later, we’ll talk it out, problem solved. Nailed it. ;)

—WM

ps, What’s with the “kind regards” signoff, Charles? Pretty gay.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

ahahahahha mface thinks charlies pretty

cuz hes gay mface is gay THATS THE JOOKE

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

OK, thank you for all your responses.

Pickles — That’s a good idea, it could be the lack of solos. I appreciate your input.

Nathan — Recent trauma is also a strong possible explanation as to why Toki has been acting out lately. Also, I am sending you a text right now. Please text back whenever convenient, and perhaps we can schedule an actual call.

William — I’m not sure alcohol is necessary in this situation, but otherwise I agree, Toki would probably benefit from having a friend to talk to right now.

If anyone could advise me as to why Skwisgaar is not replying to emails, that would be appreciated. Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Kind regards,

Charles F. Ofdenson

#my fanfiction #my fanfic #metalocalypse #skwistok #mtl trick or treat #baby i'm sorry (not sorry)#the formatting reads better on a browser than the mobile app

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lostandbrokenshell · 6 years ago

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Darkest Before Dawn. Part 1

There will be bo pairing with reader and the seed family :) possibly someone else though I haven’t decided yet! Farcry 5 fanfic. Rated M for Mature language and sexual reference. No pairing or plans for smutt.

You took a deep breath in and as you pulled up to your new house. You technically haven’t seen it yet but since the price was so good you didn’t want to wait. The real estate lady was certainly nice, you got the idea she would be fun person to drink with on ladies night. The moving crew dropped everything off yesterday other than the clothes in the jeep with you. Grabbing your bag and putting your long red hair back you step out to get a better look. Its a small cabin with a little garden and shed, the shed had access to a bomb shelter fully stocked already.

“So this is home now.” You mumbled to yourself as she walked up and put your bag just inside the door. You wanted to check out the shelter, it felt weird being excited about it in a way but in another way its a great reason to buy more fun guns. Before you could finish your thought though someone stumbled from the bush he looked at you like a deer in head lights for a second.

“Hope you’re cool and not a narc, you didn’t see me!” He says as he ducks into your cabin moments before a cruiser pulls in.

“Evening, Joanne or Rookie” he said with a small chuckle as he got out “Wasn’t expecting to see you untill tomorrow but you wouldn’t of happen to see a man come through here? Wears a baseball cap and green hoodie?”

“Sounds serious Sheriff what he do?” You asked your curiosity was the worst, you should just tell him but you wanted to know first.

“Arson mostly, he’s known to make his own flamethrower and set things on fire.”

“No shit! He makes his own flamethrowers? Do they ever blow up or anything?” You asked, probably a little more excited than should be as the Sheriffs face shifted. “Sorry Sheriff, no, haven’t seen anyone yet your my first official visit. Sorry I couldn’t help more.”

“No problem, Welcome to Hope County Deputy Knight.” He said with a big smile he gave her a nod as he got back in and drove away.

“You are officially my favourite officer ever! Thanks for not narcing on me. The names Charlemagne Victor Bowshaw, but you can call me Sharky.” He said as he stuck his hand out. Smiling you take it.

“Cant do that all the time for ya, honestly it was the homemade flamethrower that won me into not giving you up. Joanne Hope Knight, you can call me Jojo.”

“Well your pretty fucking cool for the popo Jojo.” Sharky said with a big grin “I tell you what i will drop off a flamethrower for you! I got to get going though Sheriff left in that direction do im going in this one!” He said as he ran off into the bush as quick as he had appeared. You watched him in amusement hopining more of hope county was like this. Smiling you headed back inside and pulled up your bag the letter was poking out of the side pocked a little. Your smile dissapeared. For years you wondered, looked and now that you found them something wasnt right. You pick the letter up and look at it again.

Dearest Joanne,

We hope this finds you in good health. We have been looking for you for some time and we thank God that we have been able to find you. Our family is not complete without you, we hope you find your way into Hope County where we can meet in person as its been so long. We where just children when they split us up but we have been and always will be family. Its not to late Joanne, its never to late to start a new home to be with family.

Love Joseph Seed.

You dont remember your life much before adoption. You remember the farm a bit and the fire. John held you as you watched it burn and Jocob told you ‘They cant hurt you anymore’ and Joseph stood there with you all as it burned. After that you went through a few foster homes before being adopted they moved to Canada where you stayed. Even after your adoptive parents moved back, you even lived in Canada up until your adopted parents died. So you decided to move back and change carrer path try something new. Thats when Joseph started sending you letters, he probably couldn’t find you before because you where in Canada. You forgot about them in a way until that first letter and it felt weird being their because of it. The family you forgot, but never stopped loving. You didn’t tell Joseph you where in town, or that you where a new Deputy. You even took a blind leap of faith and did as little looking into the town as possible so you can experience it fresh and new. Sighing you look out the window it was getting dark and tomorrow was a big day so you decided to go to bed.

Pulling up to the station first day of duty, your stomach is in knotts, the uniform itched and it was hot. Taking a deep breath you rest your head on the steering wheel releasing your breath slowly you get and head to the door. The Sheriff was talking with a man in a Marshel vest and an older gentleman in a sweater vest.

“I want to move on this today, not tomorrow. We have the warrant, we know where he is lets move.”

“The Mayor and i agree, this is something that definitely needs to be delt with but its delicate. You need to...”

“Get your men, get in the chopper and lets move out.” The Marshal demanded angerly as he stormed past you out the door.

“Welcome to Hope County Sheriffs Department.” Whitehorse said with a big sigh and nodd to you. He rubbed his temples and looked you up and down for a second sizing you up. “Awe shit, i cant bring a shiny new rookie on this dammit. Spend the day inventoring learn where everything is, office and papper work is over there. Storage for guns and ammunition there anything else ask one of the other Deputies. Pratt, Hudson, Nancy lets go over the plan.” He said as he turned away and headed to the back room three deputies in tow all looking at each other. You don’t know how long they talked in there before leaving but after a few hours there was the sound of panic so you stopped inventorying the amo.

“Wow, usually this busy and chaotic? You ask as you head over to the radio where everyone was huddled.

“Lost contact with the sheriff, the long range radio is out it looks like Carl busted it before he took off for whatever reason.”

“He might of ran to look for his wife, Nancy you know? One of the Deputys that went with the Sheriff those peggies are scary shit alright?!”

“Well what the fuck can we do? Two, no three deputies but ones a shiny rook. What the fuck do we do?”

“Gentlemen geez.” You interupt annoyed “Give the shiny rookie a map with last know coordinates. You two hold the fort while the expendible checks it out, I’ll grab a short range radio and check in.” They stopped arguing and nodded.

“Sure you up for this?”

“Its part of the job someone needs to.” You reply as you turn to head to the storage to grab some gear. It didn’t take long for them to have map ready or for you to hit the road. It didn’t take long for you to see some smoke in the distance. You put your foot down a little harder something wasn’t sitting right. You where fairly close to the smoke billowing into the sky when you noticed a bunch of people on the side of the road. It wasn’t until you where to close that you noticed the guns, they opened fire and you swerved to try and get away. The Jeep stopped and you jump out on use it for cover and grab your weapon.

“Hope County Deputy Knight, put your weapons down.” You yell and they replied with more bullets just white truck sped off of the side road and and hit the group of people and stopped. You look over the Jeep to see the Marshal in the truck.

“Get in the fucking truck these people are crazy.” He yelled at you, you didn’t need much more motivation you seen two more trucks speeding towards you. You ran to the passenger side and jumped in. “They brought the helicopter down, fucking Nancy was one of them, fuck these people are fucked.” You where sure there was probably more to that but the sounds of bullets hitting the back of the truck. It looked like he was going to yell at you to shoot back but you where already leaning out the window.

“Holly fuck, do they have air support?” You yell as you pull back in as a plan also followed in behind the trucks and opened fire.

“This is fucked up, this is FUCKED UP!” He yelled as he swerved onto a different road and you try to lean out to shoot at the trucks still following. But the where putting distance between you.

“Their pulling back.” You yell.

“Hold on, theres a road block by they bridge, shoot em!” You turn forward and start clearing apath to push through. The second you cleared it you heard the plane come in from behind you and you get back into the cab.

“What the fuck is goi...” you never got to finish the scentace the road before you exploded. There was cheers from the people as the truck fell towards the water. You don’t remember hitting the water or the stuggle to get out, but you heard the marshal as you laid on the shore as the darkness crept up over you. He was yelling at them to let him go and you fell into the pitch black.

#farcry 5 fanfic #farcry5 #oc #darkest before dawn #seed family

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kensimagines · 6 years ago

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A cold War

A/N ; This storie would have not been possible if it wasnt for my good friend brad. let us know what you think!

Warnings: language, slight fluff, gore and stuff like that.

Rating: Teen

Word count: 3788.

You could see your breath as you knock at your friends door. You can hear faint footsteps walking around the lobby and suddenly a loud pair of footsteps quickly stepping to the door. The large doors swing open to reveal your friends guardian. His suit was spotless and his hair was combed up. You look up and smile at the old friend. “Hello Alfred how are you?” The old butler smiled and let you in. he took your coat and told you that your friend Bruce was in his office. You thanked Alfred and walked through a series of hall was until you heard the faint sound of classical music. You walked into the office to see your old friend Bruce hunched over a pile of books. You jump on the couch

“Sup bookworm.” Bruce looks up for a second and looked back down. “I’m busy.” he sounded cold and distant. You stand up and walk over to the table. “Bruce, what is going on?’

Bruce shrugged and continued to read.“Why does it matter to you?’

You sighed and lean on the table“Because we’ve know each other since we were three.”

He closes his book and stares directly into your eyes.“And you’re point?”

You gasp and step backwards.“Oh my god, your being an ass.

“The the doors right there’’ He pointed to the door.

“ are you seriously kicking me out for calling you an ass’’

He quickly stands up his face red and veins popping out of his neck “I said leave. Now!”

You automatically ran, and you being dumb you left your coat at bruce's house in the dead of winter. You ran until you got into “the dump” also called the south side of town. . You hated the fact that bruce was upset and you couldn't do anything about it. Hell you loved him, but you couldn't tell him that. You were already in town and you didn't want to turn around a go back to his house. You headed home. When you got to your apartment complex in the probably the worst area of gotham. You walked up the stairs to your apartment and unlocked the door.

“What the hell?” when you opened your door and saw a package sitting on your table. You knew that the fact that you haven't been home all day and you’re door has been locked and there is a package sitting on your table.

You pull out your phone and immediately call Wayne Manor.

“ alfred?’’

“Yes miss y/n?’’

“May I speak to Bruce?”

“I'm afraid he doesn't want to speak.”

“ Oh for god's sake put him on the phone its important.”

“Alright then”

You waited for about five minutes before hearing bruce’s voice

“What do you want?’ you could hear the anger in his voice.

“I came home and found a random package on my table”

“Did you open it?”

“Hell no. Do you even remember where i live?”

“Open it and tell me what is is.”

“I hate you” you open the package and see invitation that read “Dear citizen of the dump. Are you tired of being kicked around like dirt? If so go to Tommy’s Bar at 3:30 Pm for your chance to break free.Guns and weapons are allowed.

Sincerely,The Working Man”

You had completely forgot that you called bruce.

“uhh, hello? Y/n?”

“yeah, um i gotta go. Bye bruce”

And with that you hung up and headed outside.You look around the street and saw more snow falling onto Gothams streets. Tommy’s Bar was only a few blocks away. You tread through the snow walking around the corner to see the worn down bar with the sign covered in snow.You walk across the street and open the door. You were immediately hit by the stench of cheap whiskey. You walked in the bar was filled with men. They sat at the tables and some stood near the walls. You walk over and leaned on the wall you saw a small stage on the other side of the room. A tall man with a heavy brown coat walked onto the stage with a mic in his hands. He looked in his late twenties his hair was jet black and combed over. “Hello Gentleman,lady. All of you here are wondering who the hell am i and what do i want. My name is Vince Lass when i was kid. My father told me that if you work hard stay honest and be a good man you’ll live a good life. My Father was shot and killed by mobsters because he refused to pay there damn protection fee. Those word meant something to everyman. We use to be respected. But the Rich and the mob took that from us. Worked us the bone and threw us aside. Firing us because they broke our backs or decided they were too cheap for safe machinery. Today i say it time for a change. Falcone has left and now the crime world is left to a spoiled brat who calls himself the Penguin. I say we should throw out the Penguin shoot him in the head and kill all the rich spoiled brats of Gotham. People they our lives i say we should theres whos with me?” The crowd stood up “It's time for payback.” On of the men yelled. “Don’t get too excited.” You and the crowd turns around to see a tall man. He was bald and wore a black suit that showed his two pistols on his hips. He had two people on each side of him. “Penguin heard about this meeting of yours and he sends a message. You are under Penguins protection i you join that man on the stage your free game for me.So whoever don’t want to die in this bar please leave now.” Vince laughed “What did i say the rich has brought a bulldog to threaten us. My friends if your done being kicked around and if your done being bullied.” Vince reached into his coat and pulled out revolver. He pointed the gun directly at the man. The crowd reached into their coats and took their guns out and pointed it directly at the man. You duck under one of the tables. The man sighed and looked around. “You were warned have a good day gentlemen. My name is Victor Zsasz remember that.” He turned around and walked out of the bar with his men. The crowd puts their guns back into their coats. Vince deeply sighed “That Gentlemen is how we are going to win no matter what they throw at us we will stay together and work as one. Come back tomorrow at five and bring as many people as you can we need our strength in numbers.Have a good day men.” you leave the bar and see that you have five missed phone calls from bruce and a text that read:

Y/n were the hell are you? I’ve looked everywhere and i can find you. Meet me at you’re apartment now!”You reply back with a quick,

“sorry dad did i miss curfew?’’

“Just get here”

“Fine”

After a five minute walk back to your apartment, you open your apartment door to see bruce sitting at your kitchen table holding a picture of you two laughing at each others corny jokes

“Remember this day? God I miss this.”

“Are you trying to apologize for being a dick earlier?” you didn't realize alfred was sitting in the living room until you head his familiar british accent say “Language.”

“Sorry alfie. anyways what do you want?

“to apologize.’’

“Really, you’ve got to be kidding me?” you get to your feet and start yelling.

“Five freaking phone calls and a text message telling my i need to get my ass home for you to apologize?! No I don’t think so!”

“At least let me explain why i'm upset. It's the anniversary of my parents murder”

“Oh my god Bruce! Do you not remember who was there for you the whole damn time!? I get it ok? You miss them, but that doesn't mean you get to shut me out. I’ve had your back for years.”

“Im sorry ok? But why aren't you answering my phone calls?”

“Because I was pissed.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes now get out i’m going to bed”

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow. Common Alfred.”

They walked out of the apartment and you crashed onto your bed. “Should I go to the meeting tomorrow?” You thought as you drift off to sleep. You wake up with the sun shining in your eyes. You get up and a get dressed. You look at your phone to see missed calls and messages from Bruce. You slip your phone back into your pocket ignoring him. You look at the clock and see that you have a couple of hours until the meeting. You walk to your door and see a letter slide under it. “Don’t be Bruce.” You picked it up and opened it to see the harsh hand writing. It was almost the complete opposite of Bruce's it says “Dear Working Class Warrior remember to bring plenty of guns and ammunition for tonight's meetings. And get ready for a fight see you then.

Sincerely Vince”

You sigh and walk over to your dining room table.You reach under it and grab out a large folding knife. “It’s not a gun but it’s close enough.” You walk out of your apartment and look left to right down the hallway and you see a large man is a black suit walking down the hallway. “No one wears a suit in the Dumps unless. He works for the penguin.” You walk over towards him looking down. “Excuse me Miss?” You look up at him he had a scar running to the side of his face. “I’m looking for a Mr.Nicholas do you know where he lives?” You look down and shake your head. “I see.” The man reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wallet andt takes out a one hundred dollar bill. “What about now?” You continue to look down and shake your head. The man smiles and moves to the side. “Then i won't take up any more of your time.” You slowly walk past him and grab your folding knife. “Is he here to kill Mr.Nicholas? What if he’s here to kill me? I have to stop him.” You pull out your knife and quickly turn around but you feel you stomach burning and your body began to convulse. You look down to see the man has hit you with a taser. You fall to the ground holding your stomach. The man steps over you and takes out handcuffs. “She the one right.” You grasp your folding knife and stab him in the neck.Blood began to flow down as he fell to the ground. You drop the knife and hear footsteps behind you. You look up to see Victor Zsasz standing over you. “Yup you're the one someone really wants to have a chat with you.” You pass out as Zsas begins to handcuff you. You slowly wake up and look to your sides. You see that your strapped in a chair you look forward to see a man cutting pieces of steak and eating them. The man had a long nose and spiky hair. He smiles as he sees you awaken. “Well Hello it’s good to see that you have joined us. Do you know who i am?” You looked around to see a very fancy restaurant. “I heard your name before it’s something of a birds. Chicken?” The man smiles and stands up he limps as he walks over to the bar. “I am Oswald Cobblepot the King of Gotham.” You tilt your head “I thought we lived in a democracy well your highness how may i help you.” He grabbed a bottle of Champagne and two glasses. “My friend in the corner saw you at that meeting at Tommy’s.” You look over to see Zsasz waiting patiently in the corner. “Do you ever take a smoke break?” You yelled over at Zsasz “Now y/n I could have you killed for stabbing one of my men. But I think we can both benefit from this. You spy on Vince’s operations for me and I won’t kill you and your billionaire friend.Now i like that deal much better than option two which is we kill both of you and hand you in the middle of the Dumps as a warning.” You sigh and look at Oswald in the eyes. “Add a gun and fifty dollars a day and we have a deal.” Penguin looked over at Zsasz. “Get the girl a gun.” Zsasz nodes and unstraps you from the chair. You walk outside with a gold 9mm pistol. Zsasz hands her her cellphone. “You have my number in there text me what they are doing at all times.” You nod your head and look over at him. “Can i have a ride to Tommy’s it’s on the other side of town.” Zsasz looks down at you and pulls out a knife. “I could make you crawl with your legs cut off.” You stick your phone and your gun in your pockets. “A no would of worked.” You walk over to Tommys to see that your five minutes early. You walk into the bar and it's packed. A bowl was being passed through the crowd. “Take a piece of paper it has a number on it.” You grab a piece of paper and it has the number two on it. Vince walked on stage. “Okay Ladies and Gentlemen you all have taken a piece of paper. Everyone with a one you are going to go into The Wayne Enterprises building and shoot down anyone with a Vip id card everyone else you don’t touch. Number Two’s you are going to Arkhams Asylums Wardens house Mr.Finch kill him and burn down the house. Number threes you are hitting one of Penguins hideouts at the dock. Take any guns or ammunition you can find.” A man shot his hand up with the number two. “Twos come with me.” You followed the man to his car. You hop in and go on your phone and text Zsasz “A Group of them are going to hit Wayne Enterprises i’m in a group that's going to hit the Arkham Warden and a group is going to penguins hideout at the docs.” Your phone dings and you receive a text from Zsasz. “Do what you have to at the wardens we’ll handle the rest.” You reach the warden's house the neighborhood was nice and quiet. For a little bit. One of the men hands you a bottle with a rag sticking out of it and a lighter. “There’s no back exit so if they run out just shoot them.” You smile as you look down at the bottle. You light the rag and chuck the bottle at the house along with the others. You hear faint screams coming from inside the house. The front door bursts open and a large old man runs out his back on fire and a old woman following them. The men take out there guns. “Ready Fire!” You pull out your gun and fire upon the elderly couple. They fall to the ground as a pool of blood forms under them. “Get in the car now.” You shoved your gun in your pocket and jumped into the car. They car sped off. Over towards the docks Lass’s men got of their cars and approached the hideout. They took out there guns and covered by the doors. “Three Two one.” They kicked in the doors and rushed in.” They looked around to see the hideout was completely empty. “Hello Gentlemen.” They looked up to see Zsasz up on a crosswalk holding a rocket launcher and a few people to his sides with fully automatic machine guns. “Remember me? Should of took my offer.” The men looked at each other. “Son of a b-” bullets ran down on them and they were ripped to shreds by the rockets explosion. Over to Wayne Enterprises the men were leaving there cars when suddenly dozens of police cars surrounded them. The cops jumped out of there cars and yelled “Get out of the cars or we will shoot.” The men looked at each other. “If we surrender we would be locked up near Penguins men we would die anyways. Driver hit the gas and don’t stop until we are free.” The driver nodded and they sped the car forward crashing through the cop cars. Back to you one of the men looked at his phone. “The other two groups failed their mission one is dead and the other is running from the cops. Emergency meeting tomorrow and we probably shouldn't go to our homes. Kid where do you want us to drop you off?” You tell him to drop you off to the side. The car slows down and you jump out. You look at your phone to see a message from Zsasz “Good Work you’ll get a call soon.” You also receive a message from Bruce. “Please message back we need to talk i miss you.” You sigh “i guess i’m heading to Wayne Manor.” when you get to wayne manor you walk up the steps and to the front door. Alfred is already at the doo and is waving for you to come in. you head straight to the office to find bruce.

“y/n!”

“Bruce!’’ you didn't realize that there was blood on on your shirt and face.

“What happened to you? Who’s blood is that? Are you hurt”

“Bruce,I-”

“Jesus Y/n you didn't do what i think you did. Did you?

“Let me explain.”

“Explain what?! You just went around Gotham and killed tons of people!”

“I never pulled the trigger! They would have killed you and alfred. I couldn’t let that happen’’ tears started to stream down your face. “I’m sorry” bruce looked at you and hugged you.

“y/n why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me”

‘God y/n.” you both sat there in silence and then bruce looked at you and wiped the tears off of your face “I love you” after you heard those words you kissed him. It all happened so fast. “ I love you too bruce.” You held each other close your hearts beat together as you leaned in for a kiss. You suddenly hear your phone ring. You smile and look at your phone “Unknown number” You force yourself from the Bruce and run outside. “Hello? You hear a loud sigh “It's Vince i’m calling all surviving Working men. Meet us under Gotham bridge we are dealing with the Penguin once and for all.” You close your phone are dash for Gotham Bridge. You arrive there in half and hour there was around eight working men with Vince o one side and Penguin Zsasz on the other with a few men. “Shit” Penguin and Zsasz look over to you on one side and Vince and the working man look at you from the other. “Come on join us.” yelled Vince. Your hands begin to shake. Penguin and Zsasz laughed. “You wonder why your little plans failed Vince? We had someone in your little gang on our payroll. You really thought you can beat me? I’m the king of Gotham you're the scum i step on.” Vince looked at me his entire face red tears running down his face. “We were suppose to be one a family.” Your mouth quivers and you stammer. “I-I’m sorry Vince i really a-” Vince pulled out his gun and shoot at you. The bullet hit your shoulder. Your arms burns with pain. You grab your arm and feel the blood gushing out. You fall to the ground and stumble back up and run for your life. Zsasz takes his pistols and and guns down the working men. Victor fell to his knees holding his gut as he bleeds onto the ground. Zsasz walks over to him. “A hard day's work. Being a good man honest use to mean something. But people like you the rich has killed it. You killed the worth of hard work with your greed and murder. End what you started.” Zsasz pointed his gun at Vince “We all knew you weren't going to last anyway. That's how business work you became obsolete.” He shot Vince through the head. Victor turned around and looked at Penguin. Penguin pointed at the trail of blood. “Kill the girl.” Zsasz nodded his head. You dash through the streets your arm stabbing in pain. “Have to hide I have to hide.” You hear a bullet wizz past you. “Shit” she grabbed a random door and dash inside. You appear in a large wearhouse. You frantically run up an narrow staircase. You look over to see your on a cross walk “This has to go somewhere.” You dash through the crosswalk seeing an exit close by when you feel a sharp pain through your leg. You fall to the floor your leg feeling on fire as blood gushes from the bullet wound Zsasz just made. You turn around to see Zsasz slowly walking towards you. Reach into your coat and pull out your Golden gun. You turn to Zsasz pointing your gun at him. “Fighting till your last breath huh?” You nod your head. “I have to.” Zsasz nods his head. “It’s to bad I only put three bullets in there and my guess is that you already uses them.” You sigh in remembering using them to kill that elderly couple. You grab the railing and lift yourself up. You look at your gun and throw it off the crosswalk. Zsasz points the gun at you “Any last words Miss?” You sigh “Veleska and my message is run from the man who laughs.” Zsasz shot you in the neck you grab it gasping for air as your blood begins to choke you. You begin to lose consciousness and fall off the crosswalk into a vat of chemicals. Zsasz looks down into the vat for a second. “The man who laughs” He mutters to himself as he walks away. Suddenly you shoot out of the vat your skin burning you grab ahold of the sides and pull yourself up. You began to laugh at the pain as one name crawled into mind. “Bruce Wayne…BRUCE WAYNE I’m coming for you HA HA HA.” To be continued maybe

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THIS IS THE END OF THE BUTLER RED ARC! AH! I HOPE YOU ALL ARE ENJOYING THIS SO FAR! TRUST AND BELIEVE THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO COME!- Natalia

Chapter 19: ~The Butler & The Maid, Circus arc~

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In which the young master is invited to a circus that is involved with a series of child kidnappings. Or in the case of Josephine, Sebastian and Ciel going undercover in a circus to help solve the case of the disappearing children.

"You were supposed to be like us! an outcast! with no one to turn too!"

"Truthfully I was like you. However I did have someone to turn to, and for that I will forever be grateful and do anything he asks of me, and if his orders to me are to kill you, then so be it."

-Arc contents-

• Book of circus spoilers!

•Graphic descriptions of:

-Blood

-Vomiting

-Murder

-Death

Notes:

Hello everyone! this is the final arc before shit gets wild! I guess you could call it the calm before the storm lol! the first chapter for this arc will be up either tomorrow or the day after! thank you again for reading and supporting my book!- Natalia

Chapter 20: The Butler & The Maid, Go to the circus

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"Noah's ark circus huh? I've never heard of them."

"I didn't think you would have. They were only just discovered a couple months ago, which oddly enough coincides with the recent kidnappings."

"Do you think they could have something to do with this? if their recent discovery coincides with the kidnappings ?"

"That could be a possibility."

"Even more so, we know rarely anything about the case itself, so we really don't have any way of knowing if the children are really being murdered by people from the underworld."

"If corpses haven't shown up in either the surface or underworld then theres a pretty good possibility that the children are still alive."

"Well if it's been decided, let's go you two we're going to the circus."The boy sighed as he looked out at the setting sun that over looked his estate. Smiling happily the maid clasped her hands together excitedly before having her and the butler excuse themselves to prepare for there leave. Josephine was rather interested to see such performances once again after not seeing them or rather being in one for such a long while.

She remembered the warmth the bright lights casted on her, the roar and excitement of the crowed and the cries of her name echoing from every which way, it all made her vision become clouded with a long forgotten past.

The Earl just hoped it wouldn't blur her sense of judgement.

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-That evening-

"So this is it huh?" The young master spoke as he looked up at the entrance of the rather large blue and white stripped tent, bright lights lit up the dark area almost in a tempting way, as if saying come one! come all! People from all directions excitedly entered the tent, their eyes wide with curiosity as they could only dream about such events that were to take place tonight.

'Doesn't seem to be anything suspicious however, why do I have a nervous feeling about this?' Josephine thought to herself as she and the butler followed their master into the tent and onto the bleachers where they sat in the shadows of the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen! boys and girls! of all ages!" A voice from the stage shouted as a singular spot light shone on him. His bright orange hair was pulled backward into a ponytail and he had three silver earrings in each ear. However that wasn't what made the man odd, but rather the skeletal hand...

However that wasn't what made the man odd, but rather the skeletal hand

"Welcome to the Noah's ark circus! My name is joker. If you'll look here," He smiled as he produced a set of balls from what seemed like thin air, before juggling them, causing the crowd to clap but then laugh when he missed one and let it fall onto his head as well as the other couple he held.

"Whoops!" He chuckled.

" The whole circus is jostling for a chance to give you a fun show so here we go! With one shot from the fire-eating man!" Appearing beside the leader of the circus was a rather tall and well built man with a large tattoo on the side of his bald head, in his hands he held a torch that burned with a flame as bright as the sun. Putting the object in his mouth he ate the fire with ease causing the audience to roar with cheers and excitement.

"THE SHOW OF THE CENTURY BEGINS!" Cheered the leader as he gestured to the ceiling, to see two children dressed in pink and green costumes, fly through the air on the trapeze bars, flying from one swing to the next with such ease one might think they were actually flying! Even Josephine was amazed by their stunts.

"Next is our gasp-inducing flying twins! Peter and Wendy!" Hanging by one of the swings by their knees, Petter reached out to his sibling who was swinging from the opposite bar, jumping off the object she grabbed her siblings hands and together the two gave the audience a heart warming smile that made the crowd cheer.

"He never misses his mark! the bull's eye knife thrower Dagger!" Now the spot light appeared on to a man with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, as he, at the speed of light, threw knife after knife at the woman who was tied down to a wheel and spinning clockwise. Altogether the blades didn't hit the woman once but instead made a perfect outline of her.

"No music nor anything particularly special." The earl spoke aloud with slight disinterest, causing the woman to slowly nod with her eyes still transfixed on the show.

"Indeed."

"There is no sign of the rumored kidnapped children either." Sebastian said in a hushed tone.

"And next is, the princess of our circus and her death-defying tightrope walk!" The light now panning to a fair skinned girl with one sky blue eye and curly white hair, patiently walked across the tightrope, with no guard beneath it to catch her if she fell. In her hands she held a small parasol as she made her way to the very center of the rope where she proceeded to do a split.

"If they don't intend to make a show of the children, Perhaps the circus's movements and the children's disappearances are merely a coincidence?" Josephine suggested as she leaned over a bit so the boy could hear her. Humming at her answer he began to consider the possibility but proceeded to put it off to the side for now.

"Next is the rare snake-human halfbreed! Our snakeman's dance! Snake!"The light now on the floor with a half naked man with silver hair and piercing golden eyes with visible slits in them had an array of snakes drooping and slithering up his body, his face calm and unalarmed as he listened to the crowds gasps.

"And finally! the star of the show, our wild animal tamer! Beast!" This performer struck out to Josephine, oddly. She watched her movements carefully, her leg, the right to be specific seemed to lag just a bit in movement, not that anyone would notice, but Josephine wasn't anyone and quickly took notice of the young woman right away. Noticing how when she stood it seemed as though she was trying to balance her weight on her lower half evenly, the maid furrowed her brows and squinted her gaze at the animal tamer in thought.

'Her leg...its movements are quite odd, they flow so smoothly and yet a since of delay every so often...'Josephine thought to herself as she squinted her emerald green iris at the wild animal tamer who cracked her whip in a manner that seemed so natural that it made Josephine crinkle her nose with slight detest. She never liked the mistreatment of animals nor conditioning them to do such acts but she would be the one to admit she was just like the wild tiger. However, at one point in her life Josephine never knew true freedom and was too remain forever caged up and let out to preform. Failure was never an option her and the tiger had that in common.

"For this act, we'd like a volunteer from the audience!" The ring leader shouted causing Josephine to quickly snap out of her thoughts and give the child her thoughts and analysis of the show so far.

"It appears the final show also has no connection to the children."Josephine spoke as she glanced over to her master who in turn nodded, but quickly stopped when he noticed the butler had stood up.

"What is it? did you find something?" Ciel asked as he looked up at his butler with a raised eyebrow, the woman beside him following his gaze and just as equally curious as to what he found, since she herself hadn't seem to hear or see anything too interesting. Suddenly the skeletal hand of the ring leader pointed to the butler.

"That really distinguished man with the tailcoat! Please step onto the stage!"

'Sebastian you joker-' Josephine thought to herself as she watched the man turn to his master to grant him permission.

"Sir?"

"Go." He quickly stated as the man nodded and began to make his way down the staircase. The bright spotlight following him as he jumped over the barricade with such ease it made some speculate the gentleman had done this exact routine before.

"Now sir, could you lie down over here?" Joker asked as he gestured to the opposite side of the stage but the demon just ignored him, his eyes set on something else or rather someone. Stunned by the sudden disobedience in orders the first tier members as well as the young master and maid watched as he walked past the performers and instead towards the tiger.

"Ahh, such round eyes..." Sebastian sighed as he cupped the animals face in his gloved hands, thumbs delicately tracing underneath the creatures eyes causing it to purr softly.

"OH, BLAST! TIGERS ARE CATS!" The earl exclaimed as he watched his servant act completely out of character over such a dangerous creature and acting as though it couldn't maul him to death in minutes

"OH, BLAST! TIGERS ARE CATS!" The earl exclaimed as he watched his servant act completely out of character over such a dangerous creature and acting as though it couldn't maul him to death in minutes.Trying to stifle her laughter the maid but a hand over her mouth and tried to look away from the sight.

"Oh dear!" She giggled.

"I've never seen such soft, vividly striped ears, how lovely! Your paw pads too, are plump and exceedingly charming." In the midst of the butlers deep admiration and professing of love for the animal it sudden opened its mouth and put the man's head in between its sharp jaws.

"Ah-" The butler said aloud as the crowd suddenly let out a scream the boy and maid included as they went to go get the damn butler but they had to reassure themselves

"Ah-" The butler said aloud as the crowd suddenly let out a scream the boy and maid included as they went to go get the damn butler but they had to reassure themselves. He wasn't human after all and could therefore take care of himself in situations such as this... even if to a normal human being this was completely out of the ordinary and the butler may look as though he was about to die.

"That damn butler."The two sighed as they felt their nervous sweat slowly disappear from their brows.

Clicking her teeth angrily the tiger's tamer raised her arm high in a swinging motion, as she readied to crack her whip hard onto the animal. But the butler's quick reflexes wouldn't allow such harm on to the beloved kitty, letting the end of the whip wrap around his gloved hand like a snake, he quickly tightened into a fist. Causing the audience to gasp and watch with bated breath the demon pull himself out of the tiger's mouth with such ease, that it even alarmed the earl a little bit.

Standing up right the butler just smiled warmly and put a hand over his heart, the whip still in his grasp.

"She did not do anything wrong, in the face of such loveliness, I was unintentionally rude. And besides that. If you simply recklessly swing the whip, you'll never be able to train her."He spoke politely as he glanced over at the tamer with sharp crimson eyes causing the woman to gasp.Not only at the look and words he had almost pierced her heart and soul with but because the tiger had pounced on top of the butler once more.

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-After the show-

"Who said you could go that far!" Ciel snapped as he gave Sebastian an angry glare causing the woman and butler to smile playfully at his sour mood. The rest of their investigation went smoothly as the butler had remained un harmed and the show went on without missing a beat. Surely nothing was too out of the ordinary and yet the three still had their doubts and suspicions.

Turning to face the butler Josephine put an honest hand over her heart,

"I enjoyed it, honestly." Throwing her a nasty glare the woman just giggled and carried on escorting her master to their awaiting carriage. All the while Sebastian seemed to walk as though he was on air, his smile unusually wide and radiant over his little playtime with his new found furry friend.

"My apologies

"My apologies. I've lived for such a long time, but it's only cats whose fickle emotions I cannot read." He beamed.

"What were you thinking!? being far more conspicuous than necessary-ACHOO!"Frowning at this she reached into the inner pocket of her cloak and produced a white silk hanker chief with her initials sewn into one of the corners in a lovely shade of dark blue. It was a parting gift from her manager, before he had dropped her as a client, respectfully, might I add.

Taking it he wiped at his runny nose and proceeded to hold on to it. His cat allergies finally kicked in as the maid feared they would.

"You know I'm allergic to cats!" He exclaimed as he let out a series of sneezes that made Josephine sigh and urge her master to hurry along, as she thought about the consequences to come if they got any worse.

"Well then let's hurry you home, before it gets even w-"

"There you are! hold on a second!" Glancing over his shoulder the butler saw the ring leader come rushing out from the big top, his good hand waving down the butler who stopped.

"You! in the coat-tail!" Not daring to look behind her the woman quickly grasped her masters arm and pulled him off to the side, behind the stalls they were still easily able to hear the conversation between the two men

"I'm really sorry for earlier." Joker said as he gave the demon a polite smile. Shaking his head the butler refused to accept.

"No please accept my apologies instead."He said as he placed a hand over his heart.

"I was surprised 'cause you suddenly got so close to the tiger. You okay from the bite?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked the man up and down, inspecting for any injures but none were to be found.

"Anyway's we've got us a special doctor here, and I was thinkin' he should check you out," Joker continued as he gestured back the way they came.

"C'mon round to the back." He said as he turned his back to the demon, looking over his shoulder for his masters wishes the boy in turn nodded a yes, which made the creature smile.

"In that case, I will."

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-The Manor-

"Huh? why did it end up going in that direction?" Ciel asked as Josephine pulled the covers up to her masters chest. The butler who was catching the two up on the conversation and or what he had gathered from his trip to the infirmary looked over his shoulder and gave his master a questioning look, as if to say elaborate for me please?

"Why did it end up with you saying you had some people interested in working for the circus!" The boy questioned as he tried to figure out what direction the butler was going with this.

"You lot are now signed up for the entrance test, However, Josephine you may be the exception." The butler noted with a grin as he watched the woman hover about her master, making sure he was plenty comfortable.

"Of course." She hummed as she began to untie her masters eye patch and lightly place it on his night stand.

"Just you two infiltrating isn't enough?" The boy complained as he threw his hands up in the air obviously frustrated about the whole ordeal of having to sleep in the bitter cold, and even more so be forced to but on a performance! physical activity was something the young master wasn't rather strong at.

"Living in a tent? what a joke!" He spoke bitterly.

"Would that really be all right? Us living according to our own free will, rather than your orders?" Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow. Glancing from the butler to the boy the woman smiled and gave her masker a knowing look.

"He does have a point, the stage was my home. I might as well end up in the top performer's tents quicker than we expect which means I could get some top secret information for you."

"...I guess you two are right," He huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"But you need to preform in the circus, right? I can't do that sort of thing." He said as he glanced at the two with a slight pout, as if begging for this to be a valid reason as to why they allow him to stay in the comfort of his manor.

However the two weren't having it.

"How true."Josephine spoke softly as she glanced over at the butler as if asking what to do now. But he just simply smiled and clasped his hands together happily.

"Well, as much as you can, please do your best on the entrance test." Sebastian said as he prepared to take his leave.

"As your servants we will be rooting for you from the bottom of our hearts." Josephine smiled as she placed a hand on her heart. Sighing the boy closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, facing away from the two servants.

"It can't be helped. I'll do it."

Chapter 21: The Butler & The Maid, Audition

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"Whoa, you brought a really cute- wait a minute haven't I seen ya before?"

"I would hope you have."

"That smile, that eye, y-your-"

"Josephine Brandson, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

"Joker."

"No please the pleasure is all mine! I-I've always had a fondness for your talent! It's a shame what happened to ya, but i'm glad you're back on the rise!" Joker blushed as he held onto the woman's hands tightly, before looking down and noticing they were still holding hands, blushing he quickly let go of her and began to chuckle nervously at his actions.

The next morning the three were quick to make preparations for their auditions at the Noahs arch circus. Quickly stuffing their master with breakfast and slipping him into some loose fitting commoners clothing the three practically flew out the manors front door.

"Me too-Oh! I would like to introduce you to my friend, Finnian. He's helped me out a lot when I was in the dumps and I would hate to leave him by himself. So I thought I should bring him here with me." She spoke as she lightly rested her hands on the young boys shoulders, a hint of sympathy hinted in her voice caused Jokers heart to crack slightly as he truly felt pity for the poor boy.

"Well he sure is a cute boy! However cuteness isn't enough to join the circus. If you can't perform, that is."Joker smiled happily as he patted Ciel's head. Giving the ringleader a nervous smile the boy gulped and nodded.However this didn't make the maid's smile falter in fact it widened at the thought of seeing her master perform.

"Of course he can! he trained under me no doubt." She proudly stated causing the boy to flash her a quizzical look. Sure the statement was true but was fencing particularly something you saw in a circus? and even if it was, he was no where near as good as her the two couldn't even be considered a comparison.

"Really? well then, let's see you try your luck with knife throwing. Dagger, lend him a knife." Joker smiled as he turned to the blonde beside him. Giving the child a friendly smile he pulled out from behind his back a simple five inch throwing knife/

"Here ya go." Taking it the boy held the weapon in his hands before watching Joker's hand extend to the target that stood a good couple feet away from them.

"Hit that target from over here." Giving him a nod he quickly glanced over at Josephine to make sure she watched. Which she was, with her arms crossed and head down slightly she watched with seemingly slited eyes as her student began to show off the training he had been given just this morning.

'Puff up your chest! good! now arm back at a full 90 degrees! not too far back just enough to feel the blade still grazin' ya! now throw! ' The woman instructed as she watched the boy fling the blade at a makeshift target. Unfortunately it didn't make it far before hitting the target and falling to the ground. They had been practicing since she had gotten him dressed that morning and yet there still was no sign of improvement and they were due to leave the manor in just a few short hours. Even the butler who stood by and watched couldn't do anything, but watch the training session drag on, his abilities were something to marvel at but surely this he couldn't even help or rather fix.

Looking at the small pile of knives that had no gathered at the bottom of the target the boy groaned and face palmed with frustration and anger. At this rate it was useless but the woman was still as determined as ever.

'Shall we try again master?'

"Ah boss you're too mean, with those skinny arms he can't reach that

"Ah boss you're too mean, with those skinny arms he can't reach that." Dagger spoke as he looked over at the ring leader with a teasing look on his face. Shaking his head Joker sighed and watched as the boy approached the targets with little to no confidence, he had only hit the target twice during their short practice that morning and it sadly wasn't consistent.

"It's not mean. It can be the closer for the show. " Sighing, the boy closed his eyes and gripped the knives in his hand, positing himself in a throwing stance he puffed up his shoulders brought his arm back and threw the weapon. Unable to watch the oncoming failure the woman slowly closed her eyes, just in time to see the dagger re direct itself to the target rather than the ground.

"NO WAY!" They gasped. Covering her smirk with her blue velvet scarf she glanced beside her and noticed the butler tossing a small stone in the palm of his hand, before flicking it in the direction of another misdirected knife.

Smiling with confidence the boy continued to throw the blades with all his might, all the while the butler made sure they landed on the target perfectly. Some even going so off target that it seemed highly unlikely for it to land and yet it hit the red circle dead center.

"Is this alright?" Ciel asked as he gestured to the makeshift target where various knives were stabbed harshly into it, a majority of them striking the head rather than the heart like Josephine preferred. Smiling she walked over to her pupil and gripped his shoulders pridefully.

"See, taught by no one but the best." Still stunned by the tiny boys performance Joker smiled and nodded his head in thought.

"Hm, well ya got talent that's for sure! but the exam isn't over yet!" The boy's confidante smirk quickly fell.

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-The big top-

"Tightrope walking!" Joker beamed as he gestured to the contraption above them.

'Oh dear.' The woman spoke as she clutched her hands nervously, the butler who still had numerous tricks up his sleeve could only smirk as he rubbed a small stone in his gloved hand with anticipation.

"Doll! tie the lifeline tightly! it's dangerous if a beginner falls!" The ring leader called as he looked up at the two with a gleeful smile. Nodding the tightrope walker tightened the rope around the boys waist tighter causing him to gulp and nervously look down at the crowd of on lookers.

"Can't I do some sort of music test instead!?" He shouted down.

"Hmm? Already giving up then?" The man called back as he gave him a questionable look.

"N-No! but if there's something else-"

"If you're serious don't dawdle and do it fast!" Letting out a shaky breath the boy slowly began to make his way to the rope that held his fate

"If you're serious don't dawdle and do it fast!" Letting out a shaky breath the boy slowly began to make his way to the rope that held his fate. Letting his right foot rest upon the rope he sucked in a deep breath and quickly let his other foot follow, quickly though he began to falter, his arms flapping up and down at a rapid pace as he looked for help to balance him, but no one came to his rescue until a sharp pain dug its way into his back, causing him to straighten up immediately, but still falter.

Surprised by this the young woman looked over at the butler to see him holding a stone and quickly throwing them at the boy as he maintained his balance all the while he made the slow walk to the other side of the rope.

"My, is this some sort of punishment?" She asked with a small quirk of her lip.

"In some form or another." The man mused as he gave her a closed eyed smile.

"He recovered after all!" Joker shouted with amazement as he and the rest of the crowd watched as he collapsed onto the other podium.

"That's great! I didn't really think you'd be able to do it!"He mused as he clapped his hands.

"So don't demote this cute lil' kid, boss!" Dagger smiled as he helped the boy down the ladder and onto the safety of the bit top floor.

"Not yet! the boy hasn't done something real important." The leader spoke as he leaned down to look at Ciel with an almost serious expression. Fearful of what that might be, he gave the man a nervous look, even the servants were hesitant as to what the last trial would entail.

"A big ol' SMILE!" Slapping a hand over his mouth the butler turned and looked away, the woman beside him could only look to the floor and cover her laughter with a cough, causing the two to laugh even harder.

"C'mon, smile!" Joker gestured as he pinched the boys cheeks

"C'mon, smile!" Joker gestured as he pinched the boys cheeks.

Red with frustration he looked down at the ground and furrowed his eyebrows at such a nauseating request, how dare he ask this of him. Such a stupid demand and yet the pressure to get this over with made him push his pride and angered thoughts aside and instead produce the most glorious smile the man had ever seen.

-That afternoon-

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-That afternoon-

"Everyone!~" Joker hummed as he called all the workers to attention, his smile wide and inviting as he gestured for everyone to come around and hear the news.

"From today on, we have some new friends,"

"First off we have the famous, 'Blue velvet beauty', fencer Josephine Brandson!" Looking around at the group of performers with her signature smile she gave a small wave that made a majority of the men nearly faint. She was still a stunner even years later, her charms had not faded and neither had her talents and everyone was ready and or excited to see her in action once again.

"Hello!" She spoke with a cheerfulness that made hearts of ice melt.

"It's an honor to have you join our circus, m'lady! truly!" Joker went on as he held her hands excitedly, cheeks tinged pink as he couldn't believe he was speaking to his childhood crush. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be able to speak to her so casually let alone stand next to her!

"Oh, please! I though it was about time I got back on my feet again." She said as she wavered her hand to dismiss the man's comments as he gave her one last smile before gesturing to the smiling demon beside her.

"Moving on we have 'Black'!"

"It's a pleasure!" He spoke with an unusual cheerfulness that made the woman almost glance at him funnily.

"Also this one is...SMILE!" Putting her scarf up higher on her mouth the maid began to excuse her laughter for a cough all the while the butler snickered and clutched, his top hat in his hands. Luckily nobody noticed but the boy who just gave a nervous smile in response.

"Let's get along well everyone!" Joker smiled as he clapped his hands together.

"Well come on then Smile! greet your elders!" He spoke as he gently pushed the boy forward as to greet the older members of the circus who in turn smiled and waved to the boy.

"It's nice to meet you..." He muttered shyly causing the servants to continue their secret snickers.

"C'mon, Smile!, Smile!"

Chapter 22: The Butler & The Maid, Blend in

Chapter Text

"New people practice over here, aiming at making their debut in a real public performance."

"Josephine since you're already a star you get to work with us, I'll show you the way."

"Sounds good."

"Newcomers work on the basics first. Warm up carefully-"

"JOKER! It's almost your turn!"

"Yes'm'. Josephine please excuse me but I forgot I had some important matters to take care of. Do you mind training here for today?"

"Of course not! please take care of whatever it is you have to do."

"Such a lovely lady! thank you!" Joker gushed as he walked out of the tent. With her smile now vanishing from her eye her facade slowly came down as she heard the master and butler talk in hushed whispers. Walking towards their stretching forms she made it just in time to discuss what they had found out so far.

"The poisonous snake tent is the entrance to the first tier, members' tent huh?" Ciel said as he looked from the butler to the ground.

"So instead of a guard dog, it's guarded by snakes, is it?" The boy muttered to himself.

"To enter the private tent, we have to become first-tier members?"He asked as he looked up at the two.

"Indeed, which won't be a problem, Joker has told me that I have been promoted to first-tier. I'll try and gather as much information as I can."Josephine spoke as she unraveled her scarf from around her neck and left it by one of the barriers that separated the audience from the entertainment.

"Have the two of you sensed anything regarding the children? Perhaps a sign of some sort?" He asked as he looked to the two servants with a hopeful glance, but they only replied with a shake of the head.

"I hear no children." Josephine sighed as she took her cloak off, to reveal her in a simple shirt and pants. Stretching her arms high above her head she began to follow everyone's lead and prepare herself for a long days work.

"Nor do I sense them." The butler sighed as he lightly leaned against the boys back in an effort to help him stretch.

"I couldn't hear anything in the form of a child like whisper of endangerment, nor a sound of struggling." The woman said as she remembered the auditions and how she heard nothing out of the ordinary.

"I couldn't feel any sign of the children's presence either last night or during today's tour." The butler elaborated.

"Even so, we have no evidence there's no relation to the children's disappearances, you have searched every nook and cranny have you?" Ciel spoke sternly as he gave his servants a warning look, which they returned back with a slow nod.

"That's right. There's a possibility their current condition is such under wraps that we are unable to sense them," Josephine said as she stretched her arms behind her back.

"Hey, Don't stretch so sluggishly you guys."Dagger spoke as he raced over to the trio. His face laced with worry when he noticed how the boy's stretching would render him injured if he didn't correct his posture.

"Apologies, um boss Dagger? what about your performance?" Ciel asked as he looked up at the blonde.

"Today I was the top batter! I'm already done and observing practice. Oh! Josephine?"

"Hm?" She hummed as she looked over at Dagger.

"Turns out we'll be working together for quite a bit." He said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. Sure he was also her celebrity crush when he was younger but Beast was the only one for him, and besides Josephine belonged to Joker. Everyone with in a five mile radius could see that.

"You don't say?" She said with smile as she raised her eyebrow with interest.

"Yeah instead of me throwing darts at you, your gonna throw darts at me! " He grinned as he put his hands on his hips.

A tad bit nervous about the whole ordeal of throwing knives rather than jabbing them at someone who was equally jabbing at her the young woman gave the man a nervous smile which made him sigh and rest a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I trust ya! You and those skills of yours!"

"I won't disappoint you!" She beamed.

"Oi, Smile I'll be teaching ya how to throw knives, What about you Black?"

"I don't have any particular preferences." The demon chuckled.

"You've got good reflexes don't you? If there's something you see and it looks like you can do it. Give it a try!"

"Indeed." The man smirked to himself as he launched himself towards the hanging trapeze bars. Hanging by his knees he swung himself back and fourth and proceeded to produce a set of balls from out of thin air.

"First is Juggling!" Together the performers and lingering stage hands watched in, awe as the butler preformed such tricks that left them amazed and stunned.

'My that butler is talented.' Josephine smiled to herself as she stood and watched him whirl around from corner to corner showing off his numerous talents that led every single performer in the tent speechless. Sebastian was indeed a one man circus inside and out.

From pole climbing, to leaping through fire, to hanging on a high wire the butler stunned and amazed all that watched. Even the master for a second was perplexed and amazed by the demon's power but surely it was nothing he hadn't seen before.

"Amazing! way to go Black!" Dagger clapped once the man had finished. Frowning slightly Ciel lightly nudged him causing the butler to glance down at him.

"You're getting too carried away, act a little more like a new-" The boy harshly whispered to the butler, the young woman giving a slight nod in agreement.

"C'mon, honestly! another super newcomer's appeared? I won't lose y'know!" A voice from above shouted.

"See he already has his eye on you-" Dagger chuckled.

"Do you hear that?" The butler asked as he glanced over at the woman. Hearing the familiar slow and almost non-existent heart beats of those that lurked more than demons, the young woman closed her eye and sighed.

"Indeed I do."

"Heeyy! come down for a sec! you gotta meet the new comer's they're wickedly talented!" Dagger shouted to the tightrope walker who stood above the crowd. Hearing him groan with disgust out came a long pole used for cutting tree branches, un-wavered by the sudden object landing by the feet of the two servants they watched as the man from the shadows slid down and appear before them.

"SUIT!" Dagger shouted enthusiastically as he gestured to the man in a bright yellow suit and red and white polka dot tie.

"I thought I sensed an unpleasant aura. So it was you, was it?" He asked as he looked at the demon with distaste, the butler equally angered with the reapers presence.

"Honestly." He said as he pushed his glasses up before glaring down at the boy. Feeling her motherly instincts take over the young woman put a hand on the boys shoulder and pulled him back a little. Her smile unchanging as she looked at the man with an iris as dark as evergreen.

"Careful." Josephine seethed with a smile laced with edge. Glancing at her with his yellow-green eyes he squinted at her before raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry have we met?" The reaper asked, well more like stated.

"I'm Josephine Brandson." Josephine said proudly as she placed a hand over her heart. Humming at the name the reaper had remembered hearing that very same name and face quite some time ago, for he was the one who was to reap her soul when she had her unfortunate accident. But she prevailed and saw through the veil that was quickly covering her eyes, she would always be known as the one who got away.

"And you're with this fiend aren't you?" He asked as he gestured to Sebastian, his eyes never sparring him the glance.

"Indeed." She nodded.

"I thought so," The man sighed.

"What did you come to fish around for this time? you devilish fiend!" He suddenly spat as he pointed his shears at Sebastian causing him to look at him with confusion, the woman and child equally thrown off by such a statement.

"Devil?" Dagger questioned as he looked at the two men oddly.

"Even under the best circumstances, in this time of grim reaper shortages-"

"The hell are you goin' on about?" Josephine questioned as she gave the reaper an odd look, obviously still playing into the game of being her former self with the dissociation of the Phantomhive's. The crowd that had now gathered looked equally confused as they too were curious to know what they were talking about.

"With a demon appearing like this, I suppose it will throw off my schedule."

"Give it up forehead! You said it with such a straight face, I couldn't tell you were joking!" Dagger laughed as he slapped a hand on the man's back.

"Since the first day he came here this guy's been telling jokes! Stuff like;" how about this soul?" he's a real hardcore occult fan!"

"Though they're not actually jokes." The reaper muttered as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

"I'll introduce you. These guys just joined today, The small one is Smile and the big one is black, It seems you've already met Josephine,"

"Well, bond over your hopes and get along well!"

"I'm sorry but there's no way i'll get along with a savage beast." The reaper spoke bluntly as he wavered his hand to dismiss the thought.

"AH! No way!? The circus is about teamwork!"

"Why is a Grim reaper in a place like this?" Josephine muttered as she leaned a bit over towards the butler. Her eyes still transfixed on the well dressed man.

"A grim reaper personally infiltrating a place is rare. Now we know one thing is for certain,"Grasping the boys attention now he glanced up at his butler and maid with interested eyes.

"There is something in this circus after all." And with that being said the investigation commenced.

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-That evening-

"Thanks for waiting! It's now time for the new arrivals room assignments! For fairness these're the results of a lottery. Smile in tent B here's your roommate!" Joker smiled as he patted the shoulder of a brunette child with one blue eye, the rest covered by her hair, cheeks and nose littered with light brown freckles. As she smiled warmly at the boy before giving him a slight wave.

"Blacks in tent 9."

"Seba- Black and I aren't rooming together!?" Ciel gasped as he looked at Joker surprisingly

"Seba- Black and I aren't rooming together!?" Ciel gasped as he looked at Joker surprisingly.

"Ahhhaa Smile really sticks close to black huh?" The man chuckled causing the boy to blush and shake his head on refusal.

"T-That's not it-"

"Then you'll be surprised when you find out Josephine isn't rooming with you either!" Feeling as though he was at a huge disadvantage now the boy just sighed and put on a fake smile, even if it hurt to make it.

"Wh-or I mean th-that's fine hehe." Giving her master a pitiful glance she turned to look at the butler who was glaring daggers at the reaper who was making sure to keep a close eye on the demon, but the glares hardened even more when they heard the announcement of who would be rooming with who.

"Black your roommate is Suit!" Feeling the tension thickening between the two the woman could only stile her laughter when she saw the look on both of their faces

"Black your roommate is Suit!" Feeling the tension thickening between the two the woman could only stile her laughter when she saw the look on both of their faces.

"And as for Josephine while we get your tent set up you'll be roomin' with Beast for a day or two, I hope you don't mind." The ring leader said causing Josephine to look away from the two and instead to the man who called her name. Giving him a happy smile she nodded and showed that there was no ill will of the idea of sharing a tent, even if the latter refused the idea immediately, but when push came to shove Beast reluctantly agreed. Even if she was her bosses favorite.

"Of course not! I'd be happy to actually!" She spoke kindly causing the man's smile to widen even more, his heart racing a mile a minute when she flashed him that signature smile.

"Right then! follow me!" Gesturing for the crowd of newbies to follow him, they did as they were told and let the man guide them out of the tent and out into the cool mid-afternoon. Due to the sun being hidden amongst the grey clouds, it provided little to no warmth for the group, especially for the young master who was shaking like a leaf.

"First, these're the tents you guys'll be sleeping in. It's where the backstage an' newcomers- or second tier members live, 'bout two or three people share a room."

"WHAAAAA!?"

"Black and Smile already get along well, so this is your chance to make new friends!" Dagger commented as he gave the boy a friendly smile.

"Exactly why look at Josephine! she's excited to make new friends aren't ya love?"Joker asked as he turned to face her.Giving him a smile she nodded and clasped her hands together in front of her.

"Oh! of course!"

"See! Alright then moving on allow us to show you the rest of the circus!" The ring leader began to show the rest of the crew all the odds and ends about the circus, from the mess hall, to the store room, to the first aid tent. Nothing was missed and or sensed to be out of place by the two Phantomhive servants. Josephine couldn't hear anything related to children, no crying, sniffling or prayers for a release from their cages, the butler was also having trouble locating the kidnappies as well, even his demonic prowess couldn't have helped and this troubled the trio very much.

"And here is where you'll be staying Josephine, Beast's is just that one there at the end. For the rest of you newbies these are the private tents which you'll get if you're really good. that's snake's tent by the way, so stay away from that one if you know what's good for ya, theres a bunch of poisonous snakes roaming free, so if you get bit even once you're off to the underworld!"

"By the way Smile..." Joker suddenly asked as he looked down at the boy with a sympathetic expression.

"What happened to your right eye?" Putting a hand over his eyepatch the boy was slightly taken aback by what he asked, surely people gave the one eyed boy odd glances here and there but never were they brave enough to ask.

"Eh? ah...this is- there was an accident." He stuttered.

"Is that so? so young, but you've been through a lot." The man sighed as he gave the boy a sympathetic look, he too knowing what it was like to lose something precious to him. Quickly shaking his head he smiled and rested a gentle hand on the boys shoulder.

"Everyone here's been through something so you'll get along with the rest of them!" Giving him a smile Ciel nodded in agreement, still disturbed by the fact he would be no where near his dear servants and even more so that he would have to share a room with someone he didn't even know.

"Y-Yeah."

Chapter 23: The Butler & The Maid, Make an enemy

Chapter Text

"So you're my new roomie for the next couple a days aye?"

"I'm Jose-"

"I know who you are,"

"Joker wouldn't shut up about how excited he was to have such talent like you come to our circus."

"Oh..."

"Don't think you're so high and mighty girly, just because you're a head liner now doesn't mean you think you're the top dog. That's Joker's position and no one else's."

"I understand that. I'm not here to take any one's position believe me. I just simply wanted to get back into the swing of things. Fame then and even now doesn't appeal to me...I just...wish to make people smile again. That's all." Her acting was far better than she thought. Anything more or less would seem suspicious, she was determined to be convincing.

"Really? making people happy? that's what you've rehearsed?" Beast chuckled bitterly as she turned to look at the woman from over her shoulder.

"You gotta be joking! someone of your caliber never gave a damn about money or fame!? I don't believe that making people smile crap for even a second!" She spat as she crossed her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed in disgust over the woman's half assed words which they were but she would never express that verbally.

"You stars are all the same." She gritted as she threw on her scarf. With her back to her Josephine scowled at the cloth tented walls before peering over at the woman who was preparing to leave.

"Believe what you will, but my words are as true and blue as the velvet I use to wear." She said with a smile. Rolling her eyes she lifted the flap of the tent and gave the woman one last glance.

"Tch. I'll believe that when I see it."

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-The next morning-

"Good morning all!" Josephine smiled as she and Black entered the mess hall. Looking up and over at the duo the group of men and women could only give the woman a tired smile and wave as she floated in like an angle with her dark and ominous shadow falling behind her.

"Morning Josephine!" They all called as they held cups of strong coffee in their strong calloused hands. Tired eyes with heavy and dark circles under them watched as the two walked over to the two youngest members of the camp one of which was peeling potatoes...

"Making friend's already I see..."Ciel growled as he continued to peel away. His form visibly shaking due to the cold weather. Tempted to take her cloak off and wrap it around his shoulders she knew it was against her better judgement. She couldn't be his mother in this situation nor a loyal servant. She had to let him be as much as her heart told her not to her mind said otherwise.

"Of course! Kindness get's you places don't it?" She giggled slightly as she remembered saying those exact words to him some time long ago. Sitting down next to freckle the woman and child began to strike up a conversation while the butler could only concentrate on the knot the young master tried to make to keep his eyepatch on.

"You're gonna have a hard time untying a dead knot on your own." The man tisked as he began to untie the knot all the while the boy and two women looked at them confused. Suddenly letting out a laugh Freckles pointed and said,

"Smile, Black ain't your mum!" Nodding in agreement Josephine giggled and shook her head.

"Let the boy do it on his own Black!" Looking at her with a slightly confused face the butler couldn't believe what he was hearing. That was until he saw the look in her eye.

"He's a man after all."She finished. Gritting his teeth at the humiliation the boy just gone through he let out a low growl before facing the butler with reddened cheeks. Grabbing his tie he yanked him down and whispered in his ear,

"Don't treat me as your master while we're here! follow Josephine's lead!"

"Understood I shall at once."Straightening up again the butler dusted off his tie before noticing the shreds of potato 'skins'.

"Straightening up again the butler dusted off his tie before noticing the shreds of potato 'skins'

"Um. Smile, what do you plan on making with those peels thicker than meat?" Sebastian chuckled as he pointed to the tick slices of potato skin and actual potato. Looking down at his work the boys cheeks turned an even deeper red once he realized he hadn't done it right.

"Uh-"

"SMILE WHADDYA THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Freckles shouted as she walked over to see his efforts only to be disappointed and completely embarrassed. Picking up one of the skins Freckles pouted and stuck her tongue out.

"Blimey what part of this can we eat?" Cracking his knuckles the three looked towards the butler and watched as he pulled his gloves on tight.

"It cannot be helped, I shall deep fry them as they are into crisps and make fish and chips." The butler said as he picked up the container of them.

"SWEET! I LOVE THOSE!" Freckles cheered excitedly.

"Good to hear. Josephine?" The butler hummed. Grabbing the other basket she nodded and followed suit.

"Must you ask for my assistance?" She giggled.

"No I guess not." He mused as they carried off with their goodies to begin making breakfast. As they walked away Freckles smiled and looked over at Ciel who could only hold himself as a bitter chill ran through his spine. The thin layers of clothing and scarf not doing him any justice as he tried to keep himself warm.

"Black and Josephine seem to really get along huh Smile? Are ya sure they aren't ya parents?" Freckle laughed as she nudged the boys shoulder. Looking over he gave a shy smile and nodded his head.

"Hehe yeah I'm sure..."

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"Come and get ya breakfast while it's hot ladies and gents!" Josephine shouted over the commotion as she stacked her hands and arms with plates of fish and chips which the patrons hungrily took away before seating themselves at the wooden tables and benches.

"Blimey this is great!" One person said as they dug into the fish.

" Oi! Black and Josephine this is bloody amazing!" Another man called as they stood up from their seat and gave them a smile and thumbs up. Smiling the woman continued to pass around plates and gave the man a nod in approval.

"Why thank you!" She gushed as the butler handed her two more plates. Hearing the congested breathing of a familiar child the woman peaked over the varies hungry people and watched as Freckles came barreling through the crowd, Ciel mercilessly dragged behind her as she continued to push and shove her way through.

"HEEEEYYY! OUTTA MY WAY!" She shouted as she knocked people twice her size out of the way. Impressed Josephine smiled and handed them each a plate.

"Here you lot go!" She giggled as Freckles took both plates and giving the woman and man a loud.

"THANK YOU!" Before shoving the plate in the boys hands and running off to a free spot in the large tent. The boys visible blush growing brighter due to the running and exercising he's done through out the morning. Continuing to pass out plates of food to hungry workers and performers the woman couldn't help but think.

'Hopefully he makes a friend while we're here...'

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-That afternoon-

Sweaty and seemingly almost out of breath the woman wiped the sweat from her brow and stretched her sore arms, pulling her ponytail tighter she gave the butler a knowing look which he returned with a nod as he grabbed onto one of the trapeze bars and began to swing back and forth. Grabbing the one on her end she pushed herself off the landing with her legs and feet pointed straight, before flipping herself upward and going straight into a flip, releasing herself from the bar she held on to, the butler following suit as they briefly passed each other mid-air before catching one another's bars. Neither one of them missing a beat as they seemed to resemble the circus's stars Peter and Wendy.

"WOAH! LOOK AT BLACK AND JOSEPHINE THEY'RE BLOODY BRILLIANT-NO WAY SUIT AIN'T HALF BAD EITHER!" Freckles gasped as she caught Ciel staring at the two of them, still so amazed and stunned that these were the two people he had employed. More or less his amazement was drawn to the woman as she was particularly known for knife tricks and swords .

But this new form of art? he never would have expected from the likes of her.

But within the blink of an eye, mid swing, she flung herself forward on to the safety net where she landed, before bouncing back up where the butler who clung to the bar by his knees caught the woman's outstretched hands before flinging her back to the still swinging bar. Hooking her legs onto the swing she smiled and proudly to herself before making a small finally and flipping herself back onto the podium, the butler following suit.

"WOW!THEY'RE AMAZING THOSE TWO! SMILE! ARE YOU SURE YOU TWO LIVED TOGETHER!?" Freckles asked as she looked over at the equally stunned Ciel.

"For a time yes hehe..." He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. While the shenanigans of the butler and maid continued up front the fierce competition of the seniors pursued behind the curtains. Gritting her teeth the woman's cheery red lips curled into an angry snarl as she saw the woman receive compliments and praise from other performers. Her smile as sweet as honey made her sick with envy.

"Tch. Damn bitch." She snarled as she caught the attention of a passing Joker who instantly stopped and turned to look at her with a menacing look on his face.

" She snarled as she caught the attention of a passing Joker who instantly stopped and turned to look at her with a menacing look on his face

"You better respect her, she's a class act, we are nothing but fortunate to have her on the team." He spoke sharply causing Beast to gulp and nod in understanding. Even the great Joker was wrapped around her finger now! something she wished she could do.

"R-Right. Sorry..." She muttered before watching him walk away.

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The rest of the afternoon was uneventful after wards, all the woman and butler had to do was their share of chores and team work while also cautiously spying on the head of the troupe. The butler was now on the other side of the site having needed to help the other performers set up for tonight while Josephine did a quick load of laundry.

"Hmmm, mmm-" Beside her she could hear the sound of her master shivering with frustration and chill, the sound causing her to sigh softly and look around to make sure no one saw her duck between the tents. Noticing his curled up form she grabbed a clean blanket from the basket and wrapped him in it. The sudden warmth making him sigh with relief.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she began to dry his wet and matted hair, such things could most likely contract a cold. Something he did not need during this time.

"I fear you'll contract a cold, let me get you a change of clothes

"I fear you'll contract a cold, let me get you a change of clothes."She said as she searched through the clean laundry basket to find something that would fit the small boy.

"ENOUGH ALREADY! I'M GOING TO FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT IF I CONTINUE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!" He snapped causing the woman to sigh and rest a hand on her hip. Her eyebrow raised in a fake shock.

"Don't tell me my great and powerful master is surrendering already? We only just started! Why, this isn't like you to feel so defeated."

"It shouldn't be like me, the head of the Phantomhive family, to live like this," He sneezed as he wiped his nose against the scratchy blanket she had put over him.

"Let's bring this to an end quickly." He stated sternly as he watched the woman pull out the necessary clothing for him to wear.

"At once dearest." She said as she began to peel off his clothes and quickly dry him with the blanket.

"I already have the investigation of the troupe members underway, while Beast is out on stage tonight I won't be able to search her side of the room, Joker has his eye on me no matter where I am."

"Out of suspicion?"

"Even worse, I fear it's admiration." Rolling his eyes at that he scoffed and shook his head.

Such frivolous emotions.

"Sebastian is unable to move at night due to the reaper observing him, so you'll have to go in and infiltrate her things. There's a chest that I've been keeping a close eye on so search there first." She spoke as she buttoned up his shirt with quick and nimble fingers. The tips of them red due to the bitter cold but she didn't mind it, as she quickly pulled up and buttoned her masters trousers.

"Right, however we need to think of a way to shake off that Freckles that has attached to us. I must move or else it'll be pointless." He said as he felt the sudden warmth of wool socks cover his freezing feet as well as a pair of poorly insulated shoes.

"I understand me and the butler will try to be as swift as we can." She said as she placed a hand over her heart to signal her promise. Before slipping another jacket over his shivering shoulders and scarf around his neck.

"...Let's get back soon I want to eat sweet's while drinking warm tea." Smiling in thought she giggled and stood up.

"I shall prepare them for you...when we return to the estate of course."Giving him a teasing wink she grabbed the basket of laundry and carried on with her chores and spy work.

"Tch. Blasted woman."

Chapter 24: The Butler & The Maid, Perform

Chapter Text

-The following evening-

"D'ya know where my headdress is? "

"Here it is."

"EVERYONE! the performance is about to begin so hurry up!"

"Good luck tonight."

"You? Wishing me luck?"

"Would you have rather I say break a leg?"

"That suits you much better." The woman smirked as she rushed off with the other performers.In the back of her mind she knew she had to keep the act of being happy when in reality she was ready to get this entire matter done and over with.

She really didn't mind performing...

So she says until she actually has to do it.

She didn't like to be reminded of her past but then again this was a past she once had a fond love for believe it or not. Maybe tonight it would come back to her? sometimes it was nice to revisit the past the young master is a good example of that...but in this case? maybe not?

"Ladies and gentlemen! boys and girls! of all ages!" Jokers voice rang in her ears as she began to stretch her limber body that was decorated in the color of blue velvet and silver. Trying not to lick her lips in anticipation she closed her eye and listened out for her call.

"First up we have our most newest member! some of you folk out there might know this fearsome fencer now turned acrobat! The legendary blue velvet beauty! JOSEPHINE BRANDSON!" Sucking in a deep breath the woman exhaled and put on her award winning smile. Walking out into the bright lights that the setting had to offer all she could hear was the deafening ringing in her ears. Screeches of the crowed were muffled due to her sheer adrenaline rush that just suddenly emerged out of no where.

The sights, the sounds and the smells of being a performer again brought her to a state that she hadn't felt in a long time...a state she never thought in her wildest dreams she would ever come back to.

"JOSEPHINE WE LOVE YOU!" She suddenly heard to her left causing her to look over and smile graciously.

"WELCOME BACK JOSEPHINE!" Waving to the audience with a wide and proud smile she blew them a big kiss which made them go even crazier. Putting her hands on her hips she smiled and shouted out loud,

"IT'S SO GREAT TO BE BACK! I'VE MISSED ALL OF YOU!" The cries of those young and old became louder as she felt her heartbeat suddenly thump in her ears. Her blood rushed with adrenaline as she felt herself become heated by all this excitement. This sudden rush of power that coursed through her wasn't anger or bloodlust it was a sudden rush of... joy?

'She sure knows how to please a crowd.' Joker thought as he watched her from behind the curtains. A childish wonder and amazement glimmering in his eye as he watched a true master at work.

Just as she was about to begin her routine she suddenly felt an odd but never unfamiliar presence lurk beside her.

'What is he doing here!?'

"HELLO ALL! I'M JOSEPHINE'S ASSISTANT AND NEW COMER TO THE CIRCUS!MY NAME IS BLACK! ALLOW ME AND MY MISTRESS TO SHOW YOU WHAT WE CAN DO!" He smiled as he picked the young woman up and threw her up into the air where she caught the trapeze bar and began to swing herself back and forth. The two decided before hand to repeat the same actions through out practice since that seemed to be a show stopper to even the senior members of the troop.

The two decided before hand to repeat the same actions through out practice since that seemed to be a show stopper to even the senior members of the troop

Their performance marveled the crowd as they watched Josephine do most of the work, while the butler mearly assisted her. Her smiles and waves to the crowd were just like they use to be way back then, causing former fans to scream and shout her name with praise. All of it made flashbacks of her past performances flash through her eyes as she envisioned the crowd throwing roses to her, not a single person would sit by the time she defeated her opponent as they all clapped for her amazing win and elegant skills.

But that was no more.

She could not stand to be blinded by such past thoughts as she knew this was only temporary.

And besides these people didn't love her.

They never did.

The only thing they did love was her pretty face...not the talent she possessed.

Because if they did, they wouldn't be cheering the way they were.

Finishing their act the butler decided to add an interesting twist and catch the woman in his open arms, while his legs clung onto the trapeze bar. A bit shocked by this, she landed perfectly in his arms bridal style, with one arm wrapped around him and another waving to the audience of ecstatic fans.

"Where is the young master?" She asked through her smile, her chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace as she tried to make her final appearance a memorable one for the already impressed crowd. Smiling to himself the butler held her close before flipping himself off of the bar and landing perfectly on the ground with Josephine still intact.

"Infiltrating Beast's room like you said." He said as he gently put her down on the ground. Nodding in satisfaction she continued on with her act and gave the crowd a bow along with Sebastian who grabbed her hand and held it up high for everyone to see, his other hand gesturing to her as if to say, 'praise her! she did more work than I! '. Looking at him with stunned and amazed eyes the young woman couldn't believe it, the butler was smiling so happily at the audience and the way he had grabbed her hand made her believe that she was back in her prime for just a brief moment.

Regardless, Sebastian managed to make her forget reality for only just a second and bring her back to a time she had long since forgotten about though she was now a bit older and realized the bitter truths of that past she left behind, the butler was the one who made it seem as though it wasn't all that bad and that maybe, if she had chose a different direction, she would have never suffered such a nasty fall.

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-After the performance-

"No, really I'd rather rest for the night I'm quite tired-Oh! why thank you! great job everyone! good night!" The young woman smiled as she waved to the group of performers who suggested going into town and grabbing a drink to congratulate everyone on their amazing work today. However, the woman had other plans after the show she was instructed to meet up with Ciel and Sebastian at his tent where they would catch the female up to speed and give her , her new orders.

But just as she was going to disappear into the mass of tents a sudden voice called out to her. Making a slightly irritated face, she turned and gave the person a smile. She couldn't allow that side of her to show especially in the midst of an investigation.

"Josephine! hold on a minute!" Joker called as he ran up to her, lips curved into a smile once he saw the woman.Deep down Joker still had a fond love and admiration for the woman, she was strong, talented, intelligent everything he loved in a woman she was it. But in a way he figured all men saw her that way, he knew he was just another desperate fan who could only dream of getting to know her like Black and Smile did so he humbly put his true feelings away...

With the exception of a couple of nice gestures here and there...

"Oh Joker-" A bit out of breath he huffed and puffed before giving her a happy and pleased smile for stopping when she did.

"I-I just wanted to commend you on a job well done, you and Black are certainly something!" He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck with his real hand. Taking the compliment to heart she put a hand over her heart and blushed slightly. All though she didn't like preforming anymore she surely couldn't get over the rush it gave her and nor the tendencies to take such compliments to heart. It wasn't like she was asking to be complimented but sometimes these words of encouragement and praise would creep into her head at night and make her believe she missed that life when in reality she didn't.

"Thank you!"

"I got you a little something but I can't seem to find it, now where did I-Oh! found it!" Shuffling through the pockets of his pants he finally found his magicians wand, wavering it around he had his hand cover the top of it and produce a bouquet of pink peonies.

"These are for you my lady."He said as he handed her the flowers. Stunned she took them from his outstretched hand and brought them to her nose for a good whiff. The scent that radiated off of them was incredible so much so it made a tingle run up the woman's spine.

"They're lovely! thank you so much Joker!" Although he felt he had seen it all the man couldn't help but see the wonder and joy that sparkled in her emerald green eye. The posters he would see of her on the streets gave off a similar feeling but that joy she radiated could never be copied onto paper.

"Yeah well, I looked up to you ya know...your talents are somethin' else."He blushed.

"I appreciate this really I do! thank you! Well I better be off then. Good night." She giggled softly as she gave him a small wave before turning around and walking towards the demons tent. Watching her disappear into the inky black darkness he couldn't help but think that some one like her just couldn't be real.

But indeed she was.

"Good night."He whispered into the cold night air as he put a hand over his beating heart.

Continuing on to the butlers tent, the woman tightened her scarf as she felt a bitter chill run down her spine. This winter wind was sure a vicious beast this year surely the young master couldn't wait to get back to the warmth of his manor and neither could she. Walking closer and closer to the tent she was able to hear the commotion of the boy and butler, the last sentence capturing her attention right away.

"You released the venoms snakes even though you knew I was in there!"

"Yes. I did." Sebastian admitted.

"Why Sebastian I never knew you to be so cruel towards our master." She stated as she pulled back the flap of the tent. Smiling the butler looked to her and said,

"But it was only his orders. He ordered me earlier to release the snakes once the crew members got back." Looking from the boys flustered face to the man the woman just shrugged and said,

"Well if it's an order than it must be completed no doubt."

'Damn the both of you.' The earl growled to himself as he began to shiver suddenly. The scarf and jacket the only thing keeping him warm, provided little help.

"Do be careful with how you word your instructions will you dearest? I would hate to have you be taken away from me so soon." She pouted as she gave the boy a saddened look before placing the bouquet of flowers down on a near by crate.

"I thought the young master who is greedy for games would think the same." The butler grinned.

"It's in bad taste to play games that make me feel like throwing up, demon!" The earl spat.

"It's an honor-" Before he could even finish the child let out a harsh round of coughing that made the woman's heart quicken with worry as she watched him almost hunch over due to how powerful it was. Once he finished he shook his head and looked up at the woman.

"Well then let's catch you up to speed."

Chapter 25: The Butler & The Maid, Overwhelmed

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter! -Natalia

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter! -Natalia

Chapter Text

"As an added bonus to our discoveries, I also found a piece of paper that has my name on it in Joker's tent."

"From what I saw they have my rank, my address and a sample personal history. The sender is-"

"You!"

"-are intruding on my private property by three centimeters,"

"Incapable of staying apart as you both decided, exactly like a dog to its owner."

"I will make sure my master abides fret not, Suit."

Letting out a muffled cough the boy pulled himself away from his maid before turning to the entrance of the tent.

"Outside you two." He gestured to the two servants to follow him.

"Yes." The butler hummed as he gave the boy a nod.

"At once." Josephine said softly as she and Sebastian followed their master out into the bitter cold.

"...So the sender's name is the Piper's son?" Ciel asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"As in Tom the Piper's son?" Josephine questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a character from mother goose I have an idea as to what it means, Tom the piper use to luer children out of the beds at night with the sound of his piper, there the children would follow him out of the village and dance till their death." Sebastian answered as he looked at the woman from the corner of his eye.

"Hmm, also there is a hallmark of a horse in the sealing wax along with the initial K." Suddenly losing all interest in what her master had to say Josephine could only concentrate on the boys breathing which had become short and heavy. Almost as if breathing had become a challenge of sorts.

Almost as if breathing had become a challenge of sorts

"Then it's the same as I saw in the photograph...all of these crests are recoded by the heraldry-" He said from in between coughs.

"No matter how many records they have, I know that you are capable of finding it with this information alone," Ciel said as he looked to the demon, his feet paced back and forth as his huddled form tried to keep himself warm in this bitter cold.

"Disappearing children, a circus, Tom the piper's son...and me...I wonder how all that connects..." Looking from the butler to the boy the woman couldn't take the sound of his horrid coughing any longer. The butler didn't seem too worried about his masters condition which only made Josephine worry even more.

"Dearest, please calm d-" The woman said as she gestured for him to take a seat on one of the various crates, but he just brushed her aside. He was on the verge of a break through and nothing was going to stop him...

"Firstly we have to return to the town house-" Suddenly he stopped, hearing his heart rate sky rocket the woman looked down at him and spoke with a tone of worry, the butler equally concerned as to why his master suddenly froze.

"Young master whats' wrong?"

"Dearest please si-" Before she could finish the boy suddenly threw up, his hand and mouth covered in vomit.

"Dearest!" Josephine gasped as she bent to his aid, her green iris laced with worry as she wiped the vomit away from his mouth with her cloak. Surprised by this the butler rushed to his masters aid as well, this seemed to be different than the other times he would catch a cold. Something wasn't right and it put Sebastian on edge.

"Young-"

"Smile!? what's wrong!?"Freckles suddenly appeared as she looked at the boy worriedly.

"Alert the infirmary stat!"The woman urged, nodding the child quickly ran off, all the while the boy seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. Listening to his breathing it sounded ragged and almost as if he was out of breath, furrowing her brows she picked up her master and let the boy wrap himself around her like a child to its mother. Resting his head on her shoulder he watched with half lidded eyes as the world around him grew hazy and blurry as the woman ran at lightening speed with the butler beside her. His expression equally worried as he noticed the visible tears spring in her eye.

"I got you dearest it's going to be okay just hang on..." She said as he suddenly slipped into sleep.

Chapter 26: The Butler & The Maid, Worried as always

Chapter Text

"It's Asthma."

"Asthma? this is the first I've heard of the condition in three years."

"If he hasn't had an attack in three years then it's considered as being recovered."

"However all you need is a sudden chill or sudden stress then it can come back abruptly."

"We've seen him have colds before but never this bad, I should have known something was wrong when I heard his breathing yesterday, I feel like such an idiot-"

"Josephine you are not to blame, you didn't know any better, the science around it is still fresh."

"Ah

"Ah..." The boy muttered weakly as his lone good eye slowly opened, peaking up from her arms Josephine smiled through tear stricken eye as her beloved master had finally awoken.

"Oh! that's great! you've regained consciousness." The doctor smiled as he removed the rag from his forehead. Leaning towards him a bit more the woman was excited as could be to tend to her masters fragile state, this was the only way she could truly be as strict as she would like with him. He couldn't do anything work related which gave him some down time to relax which she knew he needed now more than ever considering the stressful environment they were in.

"Are you alright de-Smile?" Josephine asked.

"W-Water." He faintly spoke. Pouring him a glass of water he tilted his head up and began to drink almost half of its contents.

"There we go

"There we go."She spoke softly as he stopped drinking and rested his head back down on the pillow. Setting the glass on the night stand the doctor cleared his throat and began to ask the Earl some questions.

"Smile? you have had bad asthma since you were very young right?" He began. Giving him a slow nod the doctor let out a concerned hum and nodded.

"There have been cases where people have died from it. You should be careful even when you think you've recovered ." He said sternly before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Rest until the fever and coughing has stopped okay?"Looking over at the three guests he smiled and wavered them off.

"You guys should get going then." Nodding Freckles gave a small wave before turning and leaving, but the woman remained still, afraid of what would happen if she left him alone. Putting a hand on her shoulder the butler gave her a knowing look causing her to sigh and nod.

"Right, get better my dear friend." Grabbing his hand she brought it to her lips and placed a kiss on the back of it. Getting up from her spot the servants gave their master one last look before leaving the tent. Glancing over at the woman the butler chuckled and said,

"You worry too much." Looking over at him she shook her head and wrapped her cloak around her shivering form tightly. Bitting her bottom lip she looked down at the ground then to the sky above. All the beautiful and lovely stars twinkled and glowed high above them while the moon remained hidden between the naked branches of the near by trees. The scene was romantic but what with all the chatter going on in the near by tents and the drunk carnies that stumbled around made it seem anything but.

"It's not worry...I just..." She did worry that much was true, especially for his health since it was so fragile now more than ever but she would never fully admit her worries to someone like Sebastian. Her actions were all he needed to know.

"I never worry, I just care a bit more than necessary. Do I not have the right to care?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow to the demon beside her. Smirking at her sassy tone he chuckled and nodded before turning his attention back to the stars above.

"You have all the right, however I can't help but feel as though we've had this conversation before."

"We have and yet even with all of your amazing talents and skills, I still feel as though I need to be concerned. Sometimes even the best have there bad days," She muttered as she buried herself deeper into the warmth of her scarf eyebrows knitted in concern.

"I just feel as though someday hopefully never, something will happen to one of us and we won't be able to do anything to protect him..." Stopping in his steps Sebastian looked down at the woman with a confused expression. How could she say something like that? Was she really have doubts about a demon protecting his master? How dare she.

"Are you doubting yourself? are you doubting what I'am capable of? what we as Phantomhive servants are capable of?" Stopping at the sound of his stern and confident voice the woman slowly turned and looked up at him with her wide green iris almost...

"As Phantomhive servants we have a job and that is to protect and serve our master no matter the case. Are you truly saying that we one day will fail such demands?"

"Of course not. I would never." She said with an equal amount of prided. His words hit her deep as she felt herself become moved by his words. She had always told herself that no matter what she would protect her master, her and the butler both vowed this to themselves. And yet why did she suddenly find herself doubting those words. Apart they were strong, together stronger but what if...one of them...

Died?

"I should surely hope not." He said as he turned his back on her and continued walking. Slowly she caught up next to him, his long strides slowing down so she would be able to catch up. The rest of the way they kept silent. The only sound they could hear were the ramblings of other workers and such as well as the sleepy, lazy words of those who were passed out from exhaustion.

Upon approaching the sectioned off part of the tents the butler went to bid her good night but she spoke first.

"Sebastian?" She asked her eye still looking down to the ground but her face uncovered from the comfort and warmth of her blue velvet scarf.

"Yes?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. Slowly looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. Letting a small smile creep onto her lips she looked up at her friend and said,

"Thank you." Her cheeks dusting pink due to the cold air. Feeling his heart suddenly skip a beat the butler only gave her a slight smile and quick nod.

"I did nothing to be thankful for, I just hope you realize the severity of your words." He said as he quickly reminded her of her doubt.

"I do. Thank you." Stepping over the roped off section she gave the butler one last look, while he did the same to her.

"Good night Josephine

"Good night Josephine."

"Good night Sebastian." And with that she disappeared amongst the eerily colored lights of the campsite as well as the fog that slowly began to roll in. Almost like a phantom.

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-Later that night-

"Come...the both of you." He softly spoke as he tried not to wake his friend who snored nosily beside him.

"You called?" Sebastian asked as he held the tent flap open for the woman. Stepping in she smiled and rested a hand over her heart over the sight of her master and his new friend sleeping in the same bed together.

"Oh my it seems your little friend has grown concerned for you as well."She whispered as she and the demon made their way to their masters side of the bed.

"Tch." He gritted as he gestured for them to come closer. Gesturing to the female she opened her palm to him and allowed him to right his orders. The butler looming close was able to read and understand the words as well.

"This is an order

"This is an order. Sebastian go to the crest office and find out who owns that seal, the crest office in London is the England heraldry college of arms. At Edinburgh there is a Scotland heraldy, the lord of Lyon. Waking him could cause too much trouble so I will escape in the morning. Josephine keep on high alert and listen out to anymore details about anything between the higher ups. Come and pick me up." Looking over her shoulder to see if the butler understood his demands he nodded and so did the woman. Taking his hand she wrote out,

"Yes my lord." Kissing the back of his hand good-night she and the butler gave their good-byes before heading off to their tasks.

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