The train was nearly full of passengers, as one could have guessed by the lack of appropriately-priced seats. In fact, they didn't even all have seats close to eachother: One entire booth for four people, two seats on the same side of a booth, one window seat and another one close to the bathroom. But yay, first class!
It was obvious that the booth would have to go to One Direction, but making two halves of a hivemind sit opposite to eachother was no easy feat. Actually, it was impossible without outside tampering. But that's why you always keep a mage around.
After using his train ticket as a makeshift wand (which had a flat surface and was incredibly hard to aim with), Joris managed to cast some form of advanced necromancy that took control of a half of One Direction's collective body and made it sit in their appropriate chairs. This spell was entirely dependent on the fact that since One Direction itself counted as one singular body and they all shared a soul, none of them were technically "dead", but they weren't technically "alive" either. Only a mage of his caliber could pull somthing like this off- In a moving train, no less, and with such a shitty wand. That should teach you to never underestimate mall janitors (But always assume the worst of mall cops!)
To nobody's surprise, Joris and Devin ended up sharing those two seats. Something about Devin having motion sickness and needing Joris to cast a spell on him every ten minutes. They'd met three hours ago, for fuck's sake! How could they already be so---
No time for complaining about those two, C/N had to complain about their own seat. Next to them was a cat-person slowly making its way through a can of tuna that smelled like it had expired an epoch ago (And yes, they knew what epoch meant, thank you very much.). In front of them were two punks with badly-shaven heads writing a song about their hamster on their notes app. Well, on the left one's notes app. Or could the left one be holding the right one's phone? It did look way too small for an iguana of that size. Well, C/N could emphasize with having a disproportionately large or small phone. A lot of gadgets were human-sized, and the biggest tech products often cost more than anyone working one single job could afford. They shed a tear, thinking about inclusivity. Then another, after the loudest shitting noise concievable echoed throughout the entire wagon, reminding C/N that their seat was right next to the bathroom.
Ten minutes passed, and no one had come out of that stall, probably not wanting to own up to their crime. But C/N knew they couldn't stay there for much longer. And then two more minutes passed and a walking talking can of peeled tomatoes waled out of said stall, and C/N decided they'd stop trying to entertain themselves by looking around the train. Instead, they were going to look up pickup lines to tell Breedy later!
She looked so beautiful, staring outside the window. Her long hair... Her long hair... Her long hair... All they could see was her hair when she wasn't facing them. But her hair looked good so it was fine. What could she possibly be thinking of? What did girls like? Shopping? Nails? C/N didn't have nails, though it isn't my place to tell you what's under a coin's gloves. Maybe she liked......... Shopping............. For nails? Is that why girls went shopping? To buy more nails? C/N went on their town's Facebook Marketplace to buy themselves a nice set of nails. To be loved is to be changed. And they were going to change...
Time passed slowly, as C/N desperately tried to find a set of nails on that website. Then finally... They came to their stop.
"Here we are! The beautiful town of Assfuck Nowhere!" One Direction exclaimed, scaring the hoes. "My, it's been a while since we've last been here."
"Does this place have nail salons?" Breedy asked. Nailed it. (C/N was so funny).
"Well. Every place does we guess." One Direction replied. "Why do you ask?"
She looked to the side. "No, nothing... Just... Keeping an eye out..."
"She couldn't have moved that far, Breedy." Joris told her in a reassuring tone. Who's this she? Did she have nails? C/N immediately got jealous.
"She might have!" She sighed. "Sorry, I'm just being silly. Let's just go before the shoot ends."
Right, back on track. The town square was a ten minute walk away from the train station, so they definitely had time!
Passing by numerous roads, all while everyone chatted annoyingly, driving C/N insane, they finally made it...
To the Assfuck Nowhere town square.
Lights everywhere. It was barely noon, and the piazza looked like a club. A seemingly infinite amount of stores of any kind. A restaurant that looked weirdly familiar. Endless amounts of tourists dressed in festive clothes. Wait, no, they weren't tourists, those were local traditional clothes-
"We made it right in time for Pigeonsday!" Devin beamed. "My uncle used to bring me here every year. I still have my first feather..."
"You're from Nowhere?" Joris asked. (a.n.: nowhere is slang for assfuck nowhere)
"Oh, no, I'm from Britsgrove." C/N could tell. "But... Uncle Char was a Pigeonist, so we always came here together. It was nice." He had a nostalgic look in his eyes.
There was a moment of contemplative silence. Everyone watched the children dancing in their cloaks... The singers performing on stage... The couples sharing bowls of stew...
"So is he like dead or something?" C/N asked.
Devin was taken aback. "Umm." He stared at C/N for a few seconds. "I. Umm." He looked back at the street lights. "Yeah, yeah he's dead." Was he crying? Lame.
"Oh, that sucks." They got up. "Anyways, where's NCT 227?"
Joris replied after a few minutes of staring at them like they were crazy. "The fountain."
"Great, let's get going then."
Everyone followed after. C/N swore they heard whining every once in a while. Who knew werewolves could be so emotional?
Finally, there they were. The fountain. Appropriately decorated.
"And on the seventh day, the Pigeon flew down and visited his shrine for the first time, and many of its followers managed to hear its voice: "Man, did they really have to build this in the middle of assfuck nowhere?""
No way. Was that...
Twilight Sparkle?
The Princess of Friendship?
Reading a book to some children?
a.n.: we Fiannlynly meet our first 227 ! good thig theres not 227 of them haha
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What Makes A Coin Beautiful
Fanfiction(ONE DIRECTION + COIN!READER) Money is getting tight, and that's an awful thing for coins. Your parents decide to sell you to a famous band/group/idk... What's gonna happen to you??
