#i wonder whose mc is next :eyes emoji:

[rjschoicesstuff]

Musical Chairs game at the start of Book 1 + final 3some scene at the end of Book 2. How would those be different for Rippy + her Gabe and Cas? I think I remember you doing some drawings for the musical chairs some months back but still

Musical chairs scene:

I like the scene as it is because it gives you the choice whose lap to sit on + who to show interest to and I think that works best for Choices I guess. + I think it's funny with them both wanting to be chosen and getting pissy at each other and stuff and having that power in the scene. (Tho I think it could also work with mc sitting down and the choices are more about how you'll let mc react)

Howeverrr I do feel like Ripley would be like 'okay I'll join in' and sit down herself. Both due to being more into letting people come to her and show their interest and because she wonders if Cas will just back off if he has to play like that (he doesn't). I also like how Gabriela would act extra nervous while Cas is kinda just circling Ripley like she's prey lmao. When Gabe sits on her lap she's just comfortable and they're both rly giddy and stuff, acting a bit silly, Cas is definitely rolling his eyes at them. While when Cas sits in her lap she gets shy and a bit nervous and he'd tease her for it lol. I think it'd be so funny like everyone is just having fun while those 2 r just in a whole competition over who gets to sit in Ripley's lap. Tho it's only really about Ripley for Gabe, at that point in Time Cas is just trying to keep Gabe away from her because he can't stand seeing her with other people.

Linking the artworks of the scene again cuz they apply here hehe

3some scene:

(Note that due to my version being written before book 2 being out, when I speak about book 2, I just go with the canon lore and backstories and just reimagine the scene if I feel like it'd be different with Ripley and stuff)

Ok bye the cut didnt work but stop reading here if u dont wanna see nsfw ish talk:

So like I like this scene and I think they gave The People what they wanted lol. And it felt like a sign like ok these 2 rly have Accepted that mc loves them both and can love them both at the same time + they have accepted each other too now, u kno? Like by the end of book 2 they have become a package deal to me.

But ok that said, I like to imagine it wouldn't have been a 3some. Like it'd still be too soon for Cas and Gabe and instead it's mainly just heated kissing and caressing and stuff. And everyone, including Ripley is still sorta figuring out how to do this whole thing with 3 people. It'd be awkward, I think they'd kinda be in each others way sometimes and stuff. But they'd all be like rly giddy abt it lol, they're having fun and that's what matters. And cuddles and talking afterwards.

It's like that too in my version when they get more intimate as a trio for the 1st time, I honestly don't know if they'd ever have a 3some until becoming a triad, because I think they'd both just wanna throw themselves on Ripley, but Ripley feels a bit like a fish out of water when she's mainly on the receiving end? So she prefers just one on one until then. I think part of the fun for her is seeing them Together too. I like the idea of maybe one tipsy 3some that happens before becoming a triad where the next day everyone is just like 😳🤭😳 u know which emoji is Ripley. Maybe they never even rly have that talk like ok we're a triad now lol im derailing so bad im calling it quits now LOL.

[no53472]

Day 3: Spell

“Lighten up, b*tch.” aka Lumos Maxima.

This one’s for Waves (@neonbluewaves​) just because. :U Also been playing this on repeat for the entire process. Neon just oozes BDE; it be like that sometimes.

High quality still:

@vaultober​!! Woo 3-day streak so far!! Let’s gooooo

[mysticmylifeisamess-enger]

Forget Me Not - Ch. 11

Pairing: Saeran/Reader

Word count: 2,518

Summary: The morning after and the interrogation on Saeran begins.

Warning: Major spoilers for Ray route, Saeyoung’s route & secret ending.

A/N: Listen,,,,,when I tell you that I’ve had the ending of this chapter written out and ready for months and am over the moon to finally be able to post it, I am not kidding. I know I said ch. 9 was tHE chapter I have been waiting to post, but I truly believe that this tops it.

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The alarm by his bed rang through the room, quickly fumbling to turn it off as to not disturb the presence next to him. His hands coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that poured in from the windows. Once he looked over, he noticed the spot next to him, the one you had occupied last night, was empty.

The covers neatly pulled up and no sign of you anywhere else in the room. How he hadn’t noticed you leave was beyond him, hand running through his tousled hair at the vacant feeling. Last night was everything he could have ever hoped for, and now that it was over and you weren’t anywhere in sight, he felt his heart sink a bit.

He fell back into the pillows, reminiscing on every detail of the night. You two stayed up until 3 am, looking at the stars as he held you close to his chest. The excited, yet sleepy look on your face the entire time made his heart do leaps. At one point, he noticed your breathing become deep, the light snoring a dead giveaway that you fell asleep against him.

He carried you back down to his apartment, ready to tuck you into his bed. He planned on sleeping on the couch, but with your sleepy voice asking him to stay and clinging onto him, how could he leave? Your hands held his tightly in your sleep and he couldn’t help but observe. He couldn’t explain the calm that washed over him as he watched your serene face, a small smile on his the entire time. Everything about it felt so natural and candid.

Once he got up and out of bed, the reality hitting him once again, he noticed the folded note that sat on the nightstand. The forget-me-nots he put in your hair sitting next to it, picking them both up and reading over the words you left him.

‘I had to leave a little early to get to work and I didn’t want to disturb you. Won’t be able to stop by the shop today, but I’ll drop by first thing tomorrow.

And thank you for last night ♥’

The smile on his face turning into the widest, goofiest grin. ‘Thank you for last night.’ He really thought he should be the one saying that. You came into his life and made it so much brighter, and last night was one he’ll always look back on with fondness because of you. You truly were something else.

He got ready to go to the shop, taking a quick shower, throwing on his usual button up and pants, with the simple breakfast of a banana hanging off his mouth as he made his way out. His walk to the shop was usually mundane, but today, everything seemed so much brighter. The sun was out, the skip in his step noticeable and the smile as he greeted any passerby was radiant.

Once he was a block short of his destination, he pulled out his phone to see the many notifications that took over his screen. But he quickly put those aside to compose a text.

’Here I was hoping to make you breakfast only to read your note. How’d you sleep?’ he typed out and quickly sent, hearing an almost immediate ding.

‘Like a rock. Did I snore right in your face last night?’ you responded, making him chuckle a bit.

‘Yeah. It was really cute’

‘Figured. And don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of other chances to make me breakfast soon’

A small blush formed on his cheeks at your words, the implication that it wouldn’t be the last filled him with warmth.

‘I’ll have to learn to make something special for you then. I just got to the shop, but I’ll talk to you soon’ he sent, a second of hesitation as he thought of typing something else out.

‘And thanks for last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss’ as soon as the words were spelled out, he back-spaced some.

‘And thanks for last night.’

Putting his phone in his pocket, he opened the door to find his twin there earlier than usual. A wide grin spread on his face, as if he was just waiting for him to walk through that door at any second and looking all too eager to find out what happened. Saeran only walked passed him, putting on his apron and ignoring the attentive gaze that was on him.

“Good morning, weird to see you here so early,” Saeran said, breaking the silence and avoiding eye contact.

“Oh well I thought that I’d let you sleep in, you did have a guest over after all,” he responded, eyeing him and trying to bait some sort of response or hint at something.

“I guess I did,” was all he could bring himself to say, biting back a smile at the thought. Though once Saeyoung noticed, he practically pounced.

“So something did happen between you two last night!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“It’s not like that,” Saeran said, lowering the other’s finger, “We just stayed up late talking.”

“Nothing else? What did you two even talk about?”

“I got to know her. What she’s like, where she’s from, what makes her feel warm, what makes her tick, and everything in-between. I’ve never met someone whose every word I hung onto, that captivated me so fully, and I just wanted to hear more,” he mused, looking off almost dreamily before they met Saeyoung’s questioning eyes again, “And we may have kissed.”

“You two kissed?!”

“To be fair, she initiated it,” he said casually, “But we did, and it was everything I hoped for and more.”

“Okay, that’s sweet and all, but I have so many questions. First, what time exactly did that happen? Second-“

“Why does the time matter?”

“Nevermind that, but what does this mean for you two?” Saeyoung asked, the giddy smile on his face only getting wider.

“I, um, I’m not sure. I mean I told her that I was falling in love with her and-“

“Woah wait, you told her you loved her?! What did she say??”

“Well she said it firs-“

“She said it first?! Zen was so confident that you two wouldn’t kiss, this has to get me an extra few won,” Saeyoung more said to himself before meeting the glare coming from his twin, “Sorry, so what does this mean? Are you two dating now?”

“I would hope so. I’ll probably talk to her about it tomorrow since she’s stopping by, but I was thinking of sending her some flowers in the meantime. A bouquet of heartsease would be perfect.”

Saeyoung looked at him, he smiled knowingly as he waited for a response.

“You occupy my thoughts.”

“And you said you two ‘just talked,’” he teased, emphasizing his last words with air quotes, “Wait till the other’s hear about this.”

“Can you let me tell them? I would rather it come from me than whatever ideas are going through your mind right now.”

“Alright, but you should probably do it soon. Everyone’s been asking questions all morning,” Saeyoung said, picking up the list of orders and disappearing to the backroom, leaving Saeran alone at the front of the shop.

He let out a sigh, grinning to himself once again as he pulled out his phone. Sure enough, the notifications he had before seem to have doubled since last he checked. And just as he expected, they were all from RFA members. Primarily, Rika. And just as he opened the chatroom, he noticed only one person on, Zen.

Saeran has entered the chatroom

ZEN: Saeran!

ZEN: I was afraid you had gotten kidnapped or were going awol

ZEN: Everything okay?

Saeran: Yeah, everything is fine.

Saeran: Actually more than fine, if I’m being honest.

ZEN: Is this about last night?

ZEN: We’re all wondering what happened,

ZEN: but I’m sure you got bombarded by your brother with questions this morning

Saeran: I actually came on here to talk about it.

Saeran: I’m sure you guys have some questions,

Saeran: and I’m sorry to anyone I’ve worried.

Saeran: I just needed to spend some time with MC alone

ZEN: You two went back to your place, right?

ZEN: Did she spend the night?

Saeran: Yes, she did.

ZEN: Did you two…

Saeran: No, we didn’t.

ZEN: Kiss?

Saeran: Oh

Saeran: Yes, we did.

ZEN: -shocked emoji-

ZEN: WHAT?!

ZEN: -angry emoji-

ZEN: I am not going to hear the end of this from Saeyoung…

Saeran: What?

ZEN: Don’t worry about it.

ZEN: I just want to hear more

Rika has entered the chatroom

Rika: I knew I’d reach you here at some point.

Rika: Listen,

Saeran: Rika, it’s whatever.

Rika: It’s not whatever!

Rika: I really want to apologize for last night.

Rika: I shouldn’t have judged MC so quickly, she obviously means a lot to you.

Rika: And truly, I am happy to see you find someone!

Rika: I just let my judgement get the better of me and thought I knew what was best for you.

Rika: And I’m really sorry about that.

His shoulders fell slightly, a tension he didn’t know he was holding onto release. While he wanted to think that he would have been fine without her approval, he couldn’t deny that it hurt. But seeing her come around was all he could really ask for. 

Saeran: Thank you...

Saeran: And I’m sorry as well.

Saeran: I’m sure once you get to know her, you’ll like her too!

Rika: I hope that I get the opportunity to.

Rika: I do have to run, but thank you for hearing me out.

Rika: And I’m glad to see that you two had fun last night.

Rika has left the chatroom

ZEN: I’m not sure what happened...

ZEN: and I know she seemed really upset about it

ZEN: But I’m glad you two made up

ZEN: Anyways, I still want to know how your date went last night

ZEN: We need details!

Saeran: Maybe soon.

Saeran: I have to get going

Saeran: Have to get back to tending the shop

Saeran: But I’ll talk to you later

Saeran: Especially considering I know that you placed a bet against me

Saeran: We’ll have to have a chat soon (:

Saeran has left the chatroom

He could only smile as he put his phone away, getting to work on the bouquet he was about to have Saeyoung deliver to you. All day, that smile never left. With every customer he greeted, with every bouquet and arrangement he made, and even with the tedious tasks he did around the shop, that smile never seemed to fade.

~

The day was starting to wind down, shop emptied out of customers to leave the twins alone to close up. The bounce in Saeran’s step never faltered, smiling to himself at the constant thought that you were his. You belonged to him. And that thought, more than anything, made him feel a sense of joy he hadn’t before, a comfort and security to have someone like you at his side. Just the thought of you brought him a calm like no other.

He approached the door, ready to lock it only to see an envelope taped to it from the outside. A blank, white envelope with no writing on the outside, no return address or name to know who it was for. But he guessed that since it was taped at his door, it was probably his. He eyed it suspiciously as he slowly opened it, revealing a note scribbled on by a handwriting that looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

As he read it, he felt his heart drop, hands shaking almost violently as he read the note over and over to be sure of what it said. He felt frozen in place, but he wanted to run, to get away from here. His eyes finally tore from the paper, wide and darting back and forth around him before he moved to the door, looking around for someone, anyone that could have hinted at who left it there. Even without seeing a single soul outside, he had the unnerved feeling of being watched. Fear running through him in a rush, his breathing became unsteady and panicked. ‘This can’t be true,’ he thought repeatedly, but the letter said otherwise.

“Saeyoung!” he called out frantically, “Saeyoung!”

“What? What is it?” he asked coming out from the backroom, confused at this sudden distress. Saeran silently held out the note for him, taking it in his own hands to read what could possibly have him worked up like this. Looking over the words, he quickly understood.

“Who left this?” Saeyoung asked, his voice unsteady as he said it.

“I-I’m not sure, it was taped to the door. What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, looking back down at the note, “We need to talk to V.”

“Do you think that will solve anything? Do you really think he’ll have an answer to this?!” Saeran asked, his voice raising out of pure frustration.

“He has to know something,” Saeyoung said, much more collected than his twin was, “we just need to stay calm.”

“I can’t, Saeyoung! What if he sent this?! I’m finally happy and I don’t want to lose that because of him,” an anger bubbling in his chest before he thought about what that truly meant, “What if he gets to MC first?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know that?! She’s supposed to be safe, she can’t go through what we did, I can’t let that happen!”

“I know, and we’ll figure this out, okay?” Saeyoung tried to reassure, his hands landing on either side of his brother’s shoulder to look him in the eyes.

Saeran’s breathing felt labored as he tried to steady it, the initial shock of it all washing away to leave him more scared than he had ever been in his life. Though he knew Saeyoung was just as scared. He may have sounded calm and at ease, but the shaky and fearful look in his eyes contradicted his words. He knew it was best to not press on.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, averting his gaze back down to the letter in Saeyoung’s hand and taking it back, “We’ll talk to V first.”

“Everything will be fine, just please trust me,” Saeyoung said before returning to his work, leaving Saeran alone at the front of the shop with words he wanted so desperately to believe. That didn’t stop the fear he was feeling, the weight in his chest or the thoughts that flooded of what was to come. What this would mean for his shop, the RFA, or most importantly, to you. He looked back down at the letter, reading the words carefully one more time to be sure of what it said.

‘I know you’re the prime minister’s illegitimate sons. You can’t hide behind your flowers and organization forever…’

[ellygoesnyooom]

Chapter 1: Discovery

This is the first official chapter to my new AU, Eleven Days! The RFA finally make an appearance, so yay! If you didn’t read the prologue yet, you can check it out here! The link will also be at the bottom of the post. The original idea came from @cupidberry1571, and you can find the original request in the prologue. This is out later than I usually post, I’m sorry! I had some other things to tend to before I sat down and wrote this. I’ve talked enough, so I’ll let you guys get to reading!

Pairing: 707 x MC

Words: 1682

His head felt foggy as he shoved away from his desk and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. They burned, as he had been staring at the computer for over a day. Or had it been longer? Or had it been shorter? He had no clue. All he knew was that his back was incredibly sore and popped loudly as he straightened it, his stomach was growling loudly, and he needed to use the bathroom.

With a groan, Seven stood, knees weak from not having stood in hours. He stumbled out of the dark office, eyes squinted against the light he left on in his messy kitchen. “Where is Vanderwood when I need him?” He sighed, shaking his head before reaching into the slightly open cabinet, hand patting along the shelf, finding nothing. He sighed dejectedly before shutting the cabinet and going to his sink, where he sifted through a seemingly endless pile of dishes to find a glass.

Once he dug out a coffee cup, washed it, and filled it with a cup of coffee, he settled himself on his couch. The cushions smelled of spilt soda and his favorite chips, but he didn’t seem to mind nor care as he pulled his phone out and opened the chat room he created. He scrolled through the previous conversations with the other members of the RFA, laughing to himself at Yoosung’s whining about classes and Zen’s constant talk about his upcoming musical. Jaehee, as usual, was supportive, and complimented his hard work in rehearsal. He also found humor and Jumin and Zen’s bickering.

About halfway through the chats, someone brought up a forest that had been a subject of debate for a while in the media. It had been a sort of rumor that has spread around the city. There were stories of people going in, and disappearing for eleven days, not a word heard from them until the end, when they appear again, unharmed and seeming to have no memory of the days they were gone. Many people had gone in, wanting to see what happened. Most came back unharmed, with no evidence to back up the myth.

Today, Yoosung and Zen were debating it’s existence, and the current open chatroom was Yoosung chatting with him about it again.

*707 has entered the chatroom*

707: hi hi

Zen: Seven! Have you heard of the forest?

Yoosung: Yeah! There was another disappearance and reappearance!

707: ya? Who hasn’t?

707: yoosung, zen, wana go on an adventure there?

Zen: no way! I can’t risk disappearing before the opening of my musical!

707: oh, right! That’s tomorrow! Then

707: yoosung! Let’s go on a grand adventure to the mysterious forest!

Yoosung: no! What if this is a trick?

707: and why would I, God 707, trick you?

707: my intentions are as pure as a lamb!

Zen: *… emoji*

Yoosung: *annoyed emoji*

707: yoosung! I’ll give you HBC if you come!

Yoosung: no way!

707:  how about three whole bags?

Yoosung: …fine

Zen: Yoosung! Don’t give in to him! What if he’s lying!

707: I’ll swing by to pick you up in one of my babies in a few!

*707 has left the chatroom*

Seven chuckled and turned off his phone, a grin on his face. Vanderwood was going to kill him for doing this, but what did he have to lose? His brain was melting from all of the coding he’s done for hours straight. Plus he was ahead of schedule on this project; it wasn’t due until the end of the next week at 23:59. He had plenty of time, he could spare a few hours to go search this ‘magic forest’.

He pushed off of the couch and grabbed his signature hoodie, slipping it over his shirt. He had been wearing it for the past two days, but he usually kept his office cold, so he didn’t sweat much, and it shouldn’t have smelled. For good measure though, he sprayed a little cologne in the air and stepped through it before grabbing his phone and keys and leaving the bunker.

“Are we almost there, Seven?” Yoosung whined, head pressed against the headrest of the seat and turned to Seven, whose eyes were locked on the road ahead of them. “Soon~!”

They had been driving for nearly two hours, and poor Yoosung was going crazy with boredom. They had listened to music, talked about LOLOL, talked about the RFA, talked about Yoosung’s not so successful love life. Yoosung had even finished one of the bags of Honey Buddha Chips he was given, which Seven hadn’t expected. Finally they lapsed into silence, Yoosung’s amethyst eyes staring out the window at the passing scenery while Seven’s focused on the road.

The sun was setting when they finally reached the so-called magic forest. The tops of the trees glowed orange and red from the setting sun behind them. Long shadows extended out towards where they parked the car off the side of the road, successfully shielding their eyes from the sun’s bright light as they climbed out and stretched their backs and legs.

“Did you bring a flashlight?” Yoosung asked, eyes darting around nervously. “Nope. Did you?” A wicked grin stretched across his lips as he teased Yoosung, whose eyes had widened and face had blanched. “I’m kidding, don’t worry! Agent 707 is always prepared!” Seven’s eyes locked with Yoosung’s as he raised his arm dramatically, keys in hand. With a press of a button, the car’s trunk popped open, and he quickly retrieved a small black flashlight and three huge containers of glow sticks.

“When do you ever need those?”

“Oh, those are for me, not for missions. They are so cool! Plus we can use them to go home when it gets dark.” Seven cracked one of the sticks a few times, shaking until it glowed a vibrant yellow. He repeated the process and connected the two, wrapping it around his neck. Yoosung rolled his eyes, grabbing a few of his own before turning on his heel and heading towards the shadowed woods ahead. “Let’s get this over with, Seven. Why did I even agree to this?” He muttered the last part, shaking his head while cracking the glow sticks.

“Wait for me!” The trunk was slammed, doors locked, and keys pocketed before he took off after Yoosung, who had stopped at the edge and was staring in, back to Seven. “What, are you scared?”

“H-huh? No! Never!” Yoosung’s voice wavered, contradicting his words as he took an uneasy step forwards. “Nono, hold on, let the real men go ahead!”

“I am a real man!” Cheeks aflame with indignation, Yoosung stomped ahead into the woods, eyes darting around. “Man, he’s too easy.” With one last glance back at his baby, Seven strided into the woods, excitement coursing through his body.

It felt like a mission to Seven. He didn’t have his computers or any of the other things he brought with on missions, but that didn’t matter. His mission this time was to investigate the mystery of the disappearing and reappearing people.

“Hey Yoosung, what if we actually disappeared like the other people who have?” Yoosung gave an exasperated sigh, sweeping his flashlight around until it landed on Seven, who was investigating a little creek that was trickling through the woods. It created a lovely little trickling noise that served as background noise in the otherwise quiet and dark forest.

“I don’t know, Seven! You’ve asked me that three times now?”

“Okay, but what if?”

“Go back to looking around! It’s getting late!” The light left Seven’s eyes, and he had to blink a few times to adjust his eyes to the darkness. They continued further into the woods, Yoosung holding the flashlight and sweeping it around their surroundings. Nearby, an owl hooted softly, causing goosebumps to raise on Seven’s arms and causing Yoosung to jump nearly a foot in the air. “Just an owl, it’s fine!”

They continued in for a while, the whole time Seven feeling an unusual sensation in his chest, tugging him closer to the heart of the forest. “Do you feel that?” Yoosung scoffed, ignoring Seven. “Can we head back soon? It’s getting cold.”

“No, Yoosung, do you feel that?” The flashlight fell on his face, sending Yoosung’s figure into shadow and putting the spotlight on Seven. “Feel what, Seven? The cold? The fear? There’s nothing out here, now let’s go home!”

“Yoosung, I want to go further.” He let out a groan of annoyance. “Of course  you do! Why did I even come out here with you?” The light shifted off of Seven and onto the forest floor as Yoosung pulled his phone out to check the time. “It’s nearly 11! Let’s go back!” Seven wished he didn’t feel this… tug in his chest, but he did. He needed to go further, but not then.

Hesitantly, he turned the way they came. “Let’s go, Yoosung. You should get going home, you have class tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, thank god you realized that!” He practically ran the way they came from, leaving Seven to hesitantly turn away from the center of the forest and follow the glow of their glowsticks back through the woods, into his car, and back the two hours to drop of Yoosung and go back to his bunker.

When he shut the car off in his garage, he sat there for a while, staring at the wall in front of the car. The tug felt so… wonderful, almost blissful. It turned his whole chest warm, like he was drinking hot chocolate on a chilly day. It made him want to go back and find the source of that blissful sensation again.

He glanced at his phone settled in the console. The time read 2:38am, but he wasn’t tired, despite having not slept for nearly three days. He put the key back into the ignition, twisted it, and pulled out of the garage, heading back to the forest.

He was going to find that sensation again, and this time, he would continue and find the source.

Prologue  /  Chapter 2

[belovedstill]

day 6.

obligatory emoji key:

🔞 - warns about read-more contents inappropriate for minors. this emoji will always be used next to the day number (right under the header) so minors know which entries to skip ✅ - items on my to-done writing list 📝 - snippet(s) i wrote that day i'd like to share 🎵 - any auditory inspiration/music i've listened to 📌 - thoughts (on the challenge daily topic or in general)

all under a read-more for both my comfort and your scrolling ease c:

to-done list:

✅ do writing sprints ✅ organise brainstorming materials for The Trope Magnet ✅ write 1000 words ✅ find & save a good magical/starlight inspo playlist ✅ love. your. writing.

snippet(s):

📝 constellations of our own | obey me! | listen i want to put here everything i wrote for this fic today, i love the whole thing? it’s such an amazing feeling ahhh

MC strokes over the skin, delightfully warm under their palm. “An entire galaxy of tiny, undiscovered constellations—but they’re here regardless. You can distinguish between them if you focus closely.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“Oh, but it is!” They look up at him with a grin. “I’m pretty sure you can find all your brothers’ constellations in there.” With a sparkle in their eye, they drum their fingers against his arm. “Maybe one day you’ll find mine, too.”

Mammon’s eyes refuse to meet theirs; instead, they’re fixed on his arm, almost like he’s—

Searching.

music:

🎵 Promises - Hadestown Original Broadway Cast Recording 🎵 The Glowing Forest ♢ A Chillhop, Chillstep, Lofi Mix - Lost In Lofi (this one is what I listened to the whole time I was writing today. it kept me in the mood of what i was writing, felt so natural to listen to when thinking about stars and constellations. soft) 

thoughts:

the right music does wonders. the right music does wonders, holy heck, i didn’t even notice when i’ve written most of this oneshot, it all just flew. i’m so excited, today was such a good writing day and there’s nothing like a good writing day that makes you hyped about writing more! i’m so incredibly grateful to @captainadwen for letting me send snippets her way even tho we’re not in the same fandoms, and to @hhhany82​ whose beautiful work inspired the ficlet in the first place, and to the people in the writing server i’m in for being a lovely little community, i’m just!!! overwhelmed with gratitude to you friends, thank you for existing and being you and doing your thing, you being alive makes all the difference