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divadepreshawn · 29 days ago

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Aaron Hotchner × fem!reader

Summary: You spent a large part of your life taking care of people. Between a test to grade, a phone call to calm Spencer down, and the problems of everyday life, there was never any time left. And honestly? You never cared about investing in your own love life. Love (in the intimate sense, between two people) was something for other people. But it seems that destiny had other plans. Warnings: Reader is Spencer's older sister. Mention of parental abandonment, premature maturation. Second part here WC: 5 363 *ops*

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When you were a child, you liked to imagine that you were a great designer. You would create fancy dresses out of blankets, glue anything shiny to your neck – aluminum foil was your favorite. And when you didn’t have real makeup, you would use blackberries from the garden as lipstick. A contrast to Spencer who, at the same age, lived for any neutral-colored sweater and a good giant book, no matter the subject.

As you reached your teens, you explored your artistic side even more, staying up late at the clubs that your school offered – painting, reading, woodworking. Grabbing hold of any hobby that could explore your creativity.

But such trivial things ended when your father left. It wasn’t that your mother was bad, quite the opposite, she was extremely loving. It turns out that as the schizophrenia progressed, the episodes became more frequent and longer, causing her to lose her job. Spencer needed stability, something safe and constant to hold on to.

You could give him that – you needed to give him that. So you chose a profession that would give you the security of a good salary, so he wouldn’t have to worry, things were already hard enough. And that’s what you did for the next few years, studying and working countless hours, sacrificing what was most precious to you – your time and dreams.

You made sure he had clothes, food, a roof over his head and as many books as he wanted. Trying your best not to freak out with college and two jobs.

But in the end… you were missing.

You didn’t notice when he started coming home from school later.

You didn’t notice when he stopped telling you about the new theories he was reading, or when he started apologizing for rambling – as if your words were a nuisance.

When Spencer finally gathered the courage to tell you what was going on, his voice was so low that you thought he was just joking.

“I… didn’t tell you before because I thought it would be better to ignore it,” he mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But that didn’t work.”

You frowned, placing your dinner plate in front of you. “What are you trying to say, Spence?”

He looked at you, hesitant, before looking back down at his food. “They say I talk too much. That it’s annoying, that my books are stupid, my clothes are funny. And that’s why Dad left… because we’re all weird.” You felt your floor crumble.

For a second, you thought — wished — you’d heard him wrong. How could someone treat your most precious thing so carelessly? How could someone have the nerve to try to shame you for one of your brightest traits? Or worse, how could someone have the nerve to blame a stupid, cowardly adult on a child?

He interpreted your silence negatively, quickly correcting himself, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping these silly things on you, I’ll figure it out myself.” Your eyes softened, “No Spence, you don’t need to apologize for this, I’ll always have time for you dear”, you put your hand on his shoulder, giving him a caress, “I’ll figure this out.”

To say you were furious would be an understatement. You’d threatened teenagers, yelled at some parents and threatened to set the school on fire if the principal didn’t do something about it – things you weren’t proud of, but certainly didn’t regret.

The prejudice the neighborhood had towards your family was horrible – the stares, the whispers and the teasing. But you learned to use it to your advantage, after your little outburst no one dared to provoke Spencer again. You took care of him as if he were your own son – even though they were only seven years apart.

A few years later he left home and with your mother in a mental institution, you found yourself alone for the first time in years. It was strange at first, the silence was uncomfortable, the house felt colder – eerily lifeless. It took a few weeks to get used to the idea of living alone.

After a few months, you started to enjoy your life, the house seemed more cozy, and you now had the freedom to decorate it the way you wanted – which meant you could move the furniture around as much as you wanted and there would be no one to complain, saying that things had a “life of their own”.

You learned to love your profession and, over time, you discovered that sharing knowledge was your true purpose.

You replaced the old blanket with designer clothes, shiny things with some discreet jewelry and the blackberries in the garden with a makeup collection.

You had time to take care of yourself now.

Despite the age difference, you have a lot in common with your brother. A passion for books, languages and the human psyche are some of them. But there are two things that are the complete opposite.

Style and personality.

You followed a ritual every morning.

First, you would take a shower – hot enough to almost make you pass out. Then you would apply your favorite moisturizer, a perfect blend of lychee, berries and lily.

You would apply moisturizer and sunscreen to your face with your fingertips – making sure to use circular motions and lightly dragging your fingers upwards over the eye area, concealer only on the dark circles, a little liquid blush on the apples of your cheeks and compact powder to set the skin. Nothing too extravagant on your eyes, just a well-blended eyeshadow, thin eyeliner and mascara.

This was your therapy, your way of connecting with your child self.

And honestly? You loved it. It was by far one of the best moments of your day.

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when your phone vibrated on the vanity.

Spence: Hey, are you going to be at school today? Can I come over during my break? I'd like to borrow your Neuropsychology textbook, the one with the black cover and the blue brain, the one with the notes in the margins. I think it's on the second shelf of your bookshelf.

You rolled your eyes, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips. If it were anyone else remembering such a specific detail, it would probably be creepy. But this is Spencer we're talking about.

Checking your watch, it was still an hour before you'd be at school. Perfect.

You: Can I bring it to you, is it in the office yet? Spence: Really? Like, right now? You don't have to do that, I can stop by the school later. You: It's okay Spence, just make sure they let me in (preferably without pointing a gun at me). Spence: You know that's not how it works, right?

You, apparently, got all the good humor in the family.

You put your phone in your bag and head to the office to get the book – which, of course, was exactly where he said: second shelf.

Your heels echo on the cold marble as you walk to the reception desk, attracting the attention of the agents who pass by you – all of them looking as friendly as the grinch on Christmas Eve.

Before you can introduce yourself, the woman behind the counter looks up from her computer, smiling as she looks you over from head to toe.

“You have to be Miss Reid.”

You blink, surprised – and slightly scared. How could she know that? Telepathy? Is that some kind of mandatory course for anyone working at the FBI?

“How did you…?”

She smiles, holding out a badge in your direction. “Dr. Reid called earlier. He said: You’ll smell the perfume before she arrives, you’ll probably be the only one smiling.”

You take the badge with a half smile, and carefully pin it to the lapel of your overcoat, mumbling a “thank you.”

“Elevator on the left, sixth floor. You’ll see a sign: Behavioral Analysis Unit. Just go straight.”

You nodded, thanking her once more before walking away towards the elevator.

Honestly? The place is creepy. Some dark oak details on the wall, portraits of important people in expensive clothes hanging in a row. The white light makes the mood even worse.

As if the people who work here weren’t intimidating enough already.

If the Batcave had a bureaucratic version, it would definitely be here. Where are the interior designers?

You followed the path the woman at the reception indicated, spotting Spencer a little further ahead of the sign. He was leaning against a table near the entrance, looking like he’d just been punched by a hurricane and a cyclone (spoiler, he lost).

Wrinkled shirt, slightly disheveled at the shoulders, having been at odds with the iron for years. His tie was to the side and his curls were a mess.

You frown, pressing your lips into a straight line as you look Spencer up and down. “Let me ask you, did you get ready while running away from a shooting?”

Spencer turns toward the voice, his brain taking a moment to process what you said. He opens his mouth in disbelief. “What? No!”

“Really? Because it’s not what it looks like.” You move closer to him, fixing the collar of his shirt and straightening his tie.

“You always do that,” he sighed, pouting the same way he did when you showed up to tell him it was time for bed.

“Spence, you’re practically begging me to do this.” You correct him with a half smile, brushing the thread that insisted on falling into his eyes.

“Okay,” he murmured, waiting as you finished trying to straighten the fabric of his shirt.

You take a step back, watching approvingly. “Much better. Now no one will think you were raised by wolves.”

Spence snorted lightly, but the corners of his lips betrayed him in a half smile. “You know… I can do this myself now, right?”

“I know you can,” you agree, picking up the book and holding it out to him. “But apparently you’re not willing.”

You’re brothers, after all. No matter the age difference, the teasing never ends.

He takes the book, his eyes wandering over the title before returning to your face. “Are you going to be busy this weekend?” he asked, his tone hesitant, avoiding your eyes.

You tilted your head, studying his reaction. The way he holds the book and avoids your eyes is familiar – exactly how he used to be before he asked to sleep in your room after a nightmare.

“You don’t have to ask to sleep over for the weekend Spence. We can always binge-watch Doctor Who,” you finally say, reading between the lines of what he meant to ask.

He blinks a few times, genuinely surprised. “It’s bizarre and extremely creepy how you still know these things before I even tell you.”

“A mother knows her children,” you joke, poking him under the ribs before pulling him into a hug. “Eat something decent. Get at least six hours of sleep a day, and… fix your hair, it looks like you got a shock.”

He hugs you back, tucking his head between your hair and shoulder. “Yes ma’am,” his voice is muffled.

There’s a brief comfortable silence before he clears his throat. “Um… can you let me go now? Your perfume is intoxicating me.”

You laugh, pulling away from him, “Okay, I need to go or I’ll be late,” you point to the book in your hand, “take care of my son.”

“Yes ma’am.” He repeats in an ironic tone, just to tease you.

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Across the bullpen, Emily was the first to notice — actually, feel — your presence. Your scent spread silently, sweet and citrusy. Filling the usual smell of paper and reheated coffee.

Without taking her eyes off you, she fumbled around on the table, searching for anything she could throw on Morgan’s desk.

The sound of the pen hitting the keyboard was enough to take his focus off the report, and he looked up, irritated. “What the-”

Emily just pointed her chin discreetly in your direction. He frowned, following her gaze before freezing. “Okay… who’s that?”

“Who’s that?” JJ approached, looking away from the pile of reports she was carrying, looking for what they were both staring at.

Emily pointed discreetly to the entrance. “The woman in the structured coat, probably tailored. Expensive perfume. Heels. Impeccable makeup at eight in the morning.”

“It’s not just any shoe, it’s a Louboutin.” JJ looks more closely, before looking back at the two of them. “Do you know anyone who has a thousand dollars to spare for a shoe?”

They both shake their heads. Morgan turns to the two of them, slightly confused. “She doesn’t look lost… Who is she here to see? Rossi?”

JJ shook her head. “I don’t think so, he hasn’t even arrived yet. Besides, if this was a formal meeting Garcia and Hotch would be here too and– Wait, is Spencer going to her?”

The three of them leaned over the table, side by side, like children watching a very interesting episode.

“Did… Did she just grab his tie?” JJ asked, her eyes slightly wide.

“And he let her.” Emily nodded, astonished. “She touched his hair. His hair. And he didn’t flinch.”

Emily blinked slowly. “She must be a witch.”

“Maybe a girlfriend?” JJ suggested, still unable to take her eyes off the scene.

Morgan laughed, straightening up to lean back in his chair, incredulous. “Girlfriend? If prettyboy managed to do that I need to reevaluate everything I know about him and seduction techniques.”

In front of them, Spencer was waving goodbye to you with a smile. You grimaced and gestured at his shirt before turning and walking away – which he responded with an eye roll. Then he returned to the table as if nothing had happened. He sat down, opened his book and turned a page. Completely oblivious to the commotion.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan crossed his arms, his expression falsely serious – his eyes sparkling with amusement. “We need to talk.”

He frowned, looking up at him. “About what?”

“The James Bond meets Audrey Hepburn thing.”

“Who?”

Emily rested her face on her hand. “The woman who literally just hugged you.”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, averting his eyes back to the book. “Oh yeah. She just came to hand me a book.”

Morgan leaned forward with a wide smirk. “Tell me the name of this library, because I want to sign up. Maybe I can get a kiss.”

Spencer groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “First of all: ew. Second, shut up, she’s my sister.”

The room was silent for a moment. Morgan, Emily and JJ, frozen – almost comically like in a cartoon, exchanged a look before turning back to Spencer.

“Your what?” The three asked in unison.

“And you didn’t think it was necessary to tell us that this being… I don’t even have adjectives to describe it. Why didn’t you tell us that this was your sister?” Emily asked, incredulous.

Spencer cringed, already expecting this reaction. “I talk about her all the time,” he muttered, defending himself. “I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“We thought she’d be more like you.” JJ muttered, glancing at the entrance where you had been standing for a few minutes. “Now I wonder how you didn’t become a fashion expert growing up with her. Because I’ve never seen anyone so flawless at eight in the morning.”

Spencer clicked his tongue with a shrug, returning his gaze to the book. “I have a different style and she respects that. But whenever she sees me she still says that self-esteem is a shield against institutionalized mediocrity.”

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, Penelope will love her.”

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You hate renovations.

Construction, leaks in general. In fact, anything that involves noise and dust, even if it has the classic promise of “It’ll be worth it in the end”. They are inconvenient – the constant sound of hammering in the background, furniture being dragged from one side to the other. The smell of cement and fresh paint – your nose burns just thinking about it. And all this without mentioning the layer of dust it leaves on the furniture – even after it’s been cleaned. Your eyes itch, you sneeze as much as you breathe and the visual chaos leaves your head throbbing at the end of the day.

With each step inside the apartment, you can feel the fine grains of sand on the soles of your shoes. You love this place, you really do. This is where you spent the first years in the city with Spencer, after leaving Vegas; every corner of this apartment carries a memory.

You ignored the first signs of degradation. When the heater broke, you spent the entire winter wrapped in blankets, telling yourself that it was a time to test your resilience. Then you forgot about the cracked tiles in the bathroom and the strange noise of the shower. But when the plumbing in the wall burst, turning your apartment into an unlicensed water park, it became clear that living there was no longer a viable option, you needed to move.

The elevator door opened with a soft creak, Spencer stepping out first, balancing one of your boxes with clumsy care.

“I still think you should have stayed at my apartment for a few days to look around more calmly,” said, your voice quick but low, as walked down the slightly dusty hallway of the new building. “You know I hardly ever stop at home, there would be space, and… well, at least I would know you would be in a safe place.”

“Spence, I really appreciate your concern but I wouldn’t ruin my clothes by leaving them in suitcases or boxes,” you said, putting the box you were holding on the floor to grab the set of keys and unlock the door to your new apartment. “Besides, where would I leave my furniture?”

Spencer let out a grunt of agreement, as if he had forgotten that detail. “Not that this building is bad, of course. In fact… yeah, it’s a good building,” he said, as if trying to convince himself, his eyes wandering over the door hinges and the reinforced lock. “I asked Penelope for a list. Of the safest buildings in the area. I mean, nothing too invasive, just the basics: police incident rate, presence of a doorman, security cameras, distance from police stations.”

You laughed, placing the box on the counter. “Spencer, I’ll be fine.”

“I know you’ll be fine,” he agreed, mimicking your gesture, “but with my job you can never be too careful. This one was number five on the list, which is good… good enough. But the one on the corner with Laurel was number two, and it had those bulletproof glass doors, remember? Not that you need bulletproof glass… but, well, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

“Spencer.” You hummed in warning.

“Okay.”

“Thanks. But now help me find the coffee before I throw this box out the window or decide to jump.”

–

All in all, it took a week to finish tidying up the apartment. And you certainly owe a – huge – apology to all your neighbors. You could almost feel them peering through the peephole, hoping that this would be the last piece of furniture, the last noise, the last night someone would wake up in shock to the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.

By the seventh day, you were exhausted. Sitting on the living room floor, knees bent, surrounded by duct tape, trash bags with burst bubble wrap, and tools lying around. The apartment had finally started to feel like a home, and not like the set of a failed home improvement show.

You were leaving the house when your cell phone vibrated in your coat pocket. You grabbed it, sliding your fingers across the screen as you read the first few lines of what looked like an urgent email. Turning the corner, you didn't see the body in front of you until it was too late.

The impact was strong. Your heel slid across the floor, making you lose your balance. At the same moment, two arms reached out towards you, a pair of strong hands gripping your shoulders with precision, preventing you from falling.

"Are you okay?" His tone was low, slightly alarmed.

You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the shock. Your heart was still racing inside your chest – surprise and embarrassment competing to see which would push you over the edge first.

The man in front of you remains still, his hands still close together, suspicious that you won’t be able to keep your balance if he lets go of you completely. His serious face, etched in firm lines, adds an air of authority – or maybe it was just the absence of expression.

“Hmm… yes. Considering other realities that could be worse.” You murmur automatically, still a little bewildered.

“Worse…?” He repeats, confused, as he slowly pulls his hand back.

“I could have fallen, hit my head, broken my heel, torn my tights, hurt my back…”, you started to list.

Did you think about all of this now or do you have a list of tragedies saved in your mind? The question echoed in your mind, but he remained silent. Aaron watched with a frown, his dark eyes following every feature of your face, trying to remember if he had seen you in the building before. Coming to the conclusion that no, this was the first time he had met you, he would certainly remember if he had crossed paths with you before.

You notice his expression, staying quiet immediately, biting the inside of your cheek to try to prevent the blush on the top of your cheeks from intensifying. “And I digress. Great.” You sigh, before smiling. “Anyway, I’m sorry. And thank you for preventing a fall that would have been incredibly embarrassing.”

“You don’t need to thank me, it was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he waved, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, giving a small smile as you walked back towards the exit. As soon as you entered the elevator, you leaned against the wall and discreetly pulled out your cell phone.

You: Spencer, as if the noise I made this week wasn’t enough, I just bumped into my neighbor in the hallway. And to top off Murphy’s Law, he’s also a DILF.

The answer came almost immediately. What most people don’t know is that Spencer Reid is a huge gossip.

Spence: What’s a DILF?

Oh dear, it’s better if you don’t know.

You: Well, that’s irrelevant. Anyway, I think I’m in love.

Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Appeared again. Gone.

You could almost see Spencer at his desk, frowning, the gears in his brain turning, mentally reviewing everything he had ever seen about love at first sight.

Spence: Is it smart to date someone on the same floor as you? What if it doesn't work out? What about mental health?

He was right about that.

You: Mental health is a thing of the past, Spence. Something cavemen looked for, now what brings a couple together is shared trauma. Spence: I really hope this is a metaphor. Please tell me it is a metaphor. You: No, this is me saying I need your help to find out who he is, because I'm going to marry him. Spence: You need (psychiatric) help.

Spence put his phone down on the table, trying to get back to work, but the nagging feeling was still there, in the back of his mind. He read and reread the message again, as if the meaning would magically appear on the screen.

“DILF,” he mumbled, trying to remember if he had ever heard or read that word before, “maybe a character name…” Emily walked past him, returning from the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Emily,” he called, whispering, trying not to attract the attention of the people around him.

“What?” he whispered back, bringing the cup to his lips. Spencer leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I’m having doubts about the semantics of a word, do you know what a… DILF is?”

Emily choked on her coffee, coughing slightly. “What?” she repeated, surprised.

“A DILF, do you know what it means?” he analyzed her reaction for a second, before continuing, “I don’t know what it means but it seemed important to understand the context.”

Her lips opened in a wry smile. “Oh Spencer, who is corrupting your beautiful brain?”

Spencer ignored the provocation, curiosity overcoming embarrassment – big mistake. “Is it some kind of acronym?”

“Yes,” she replied, smirking, “it stands for ‘Dad I’d Like to…’” She paused, waiting patiently for his brain to fill in the rest.

“Oh,” he blinked, remaining completely still. Despite the lack of words, his face was turning different shades of red. “I-I, um, thanks.”

Emily walked away shaking her head, an amused smile on her lips.

Spencer: I figured out what DILF stands for, and I have two things to say. First, Freud must be turning in his grave right now (and he would love to meet you). Second, you owe me a lobotomy.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud in the elevator when you read Spencer’s last message. Putting your phone in your pocket, you took a deep breath, trying to get your thoughts in order. You could still feel the touch of his hands on your shoulders, the way his dark eyes had examined you for a second longer than necessary, as if he wanted to make sure you were really okay.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, another realization dawned on you: the man lived right next door. He was there all the time. And you had spent a week making a hell of a lot of noise.

Great. Perfect first impression.

You continued on your way to college, but your mind was on your new apartment, mentally rehearsing what the next time you bumped into him would be like. Maybe a formal apology? A cake? An anonymous note slipped under the door?

Fate seemed particularly generous, because when you were returning home at the end of the day, a woman and a little boy were walking towards your neighbor’s door.

Instinctively, you slowed your pace, watching the interaction. The woman – who you assumed was a close relative, or probably the boy’s mother – glanced briefly in your direction, offering a polite smile.

You smiled back, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, taking a deep breath before taking the last few steps that separated you from their door.

Oh, he’s married, God isn’t in all things.

“Hi, I live right across the street,” you pointed to the door, smiling at the little boy before turning your gaze back to the woman. “I think I owe you an apology.”

“Apology? Why?” she asked, her tone gentle, despite the clear confusion on her face.

“For the moving noises,” you smiled, a little embarrassed, “and also for almost knocking over what I assume was your husband in the hallway.”

She laughed, shaking her head as if that was the funniest thing she’d heard all day. “Oh, you mean Aaron? Oh my God! Husband? No, I’m just Jack’s aunt.” She bent down a little to adjust the backpack on the boy’s shoulders, casting a mischievous look over him. “And he’s single, by the way.”

Well, maybe he is.

You felt your cheeks burning at the insinuation, smiling as you turned your gaze back to the little boy. “Well, anyway, I thought I’d make up for it with a proper apology.” You crouched down a little to be closer to Jack’s height. “Do you like cookies? Cake?”

The boy’s smile widened now, his eyes lighting up. Before he could answer, the woman laughed softly. “Oh, he loves chocolate chip cookies.”

“Really?”

Jack nodded. “Chocolate chip cookies,” he said, whispering as if it were an important secret.

You placed your hand on your chest, leaning closer to whisper, as if this were a secret mission. “Understood, Mr. Jack. Chocolate chip cookies. I’ll make the best cookies, with double the chocolate.”

The woman smiled amiably, unlocking the door. “I’m sure he’ll love it. And don’t worry about the noise, moving is chaotic. Welcome to the building, by the way.”

“Thank you. See you soon, Jack. See you soon…”

“Jessica,” she added, with an amused smile. “See you around.”

–

Saturday morning started like any other in the Hotchner household: Jack – still in his pajamas, with his hair messy – dragged his feet to the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Aaron was already preparing his son’s breakfast when he heard a soft noise coming from the door – a sound almost imperceptible.

He frowned curiously. Gesturing for Jack to wait in the kitchen, he walked to the front door and opened it slowly, alert.

On the floor, there was a glass jar filled with cookies that looked homemade, golden brown, with generous chunks of chocolate. Tied to the jar was a note tied with a simple bow, written in beautiful, slanted handwriting:

“Mission accomplished, Mr. Jack. Hope you like them. Note: If they’re good, I made them. If they’re bad, oh what an evil bakery, selling bad food.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, a laugh escaping before he could contain it. For a second, he stood in the doorway, scanning the silent hallway, hoping to find some clue. Who would leave food on the doorstep of someone they barely knew? He glanced at Jack, who now seemed fully awake, his eyes shining with satisfaction at the sight of the gift.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked in an amused voice, shaking the jar of cookies slightly.

Jack nodded excitedly. “When Aunt Jess came to pick me up yesterday, we ran into our neighbor from across the hall. She apologized for the noise and for almost knocking you over the other day.” Aaron raised an eyebrow, listening intently to the explanation. “She asked me what I liked, and I told her I liked chocolate chip cookies. So she said she’d give me some along with her apology.”

He inhaled slowly, carefully opening the jar, taking out a cookie, and taking in the smell and texture—and the bounty of melted chocolate chips. “Oh, so now we have a neighbor who makes secret deals with you?”

Jack laughed, shrugging. “Aunt Jess said she’s nice.”

Aaron stared at the jar for a few more seconds, his mind torn between the tempting smell of chocolate and the invisible weight of caution. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gesture. It was the kind of gift his younger self would have accepted without a second thought. But after years of seeing the worst in people, it was hard to believe that someone would take the time to bake cookies just to apologize.

“Yeah…” he said finally, reaching for another cookie a little hesitantly. “She seems really nice too.”

He broke the cookie in half, offering it to Jack before taking a bite. As the smell had already given away, they were very good, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, just the right amount of sweet. You clearly knew what you were doing.

Jack finished the cookie, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his pajamas before reaching for another. “Can we get her a present too?”

“How about a card? You could draw something. I’m sure she’d like it.”

–

You were heading to the kitchen to make some coffee, still a little sleepy. You needed a generous amount of caffeine to grade your tests – if you received another email asking about your grade, Spencer would have to come and get you with his work friends. Something caught your eye on the floor, a small colorful envelope was resting under your door.

You bent down and carefully pulled out the card: A piece of cardboard folded in half, covered in colorful stars and a rosy-cheeked sun with a big smile in the center. When you opened it, the message written in the adorable handwriting of a child:

“Apology fully accepted. The cookies were very good, thank you! I just realized I forgot to ask, what’s your name? Your new friend, Jack.”

You stood there, still for a moment, smiling at the card as you felt your chest immediately warm. Maybe you could reframe your thoughts on construction work, because now, maybe deep down, you’re glad the pipe burst.

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I've been writing this since April *biting fist emoji*, and to be honest, I've changed the script so much that I don't even know how to continue. I'm only posting this because I know myself and I know I'm one step away from freaking out and deleting everything :) When this is over I'll probably write a sequel.

Anyway, I think this is my favorite (cover your ears, alien superstar).

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In your Olympics au, Will spent a year in Italy where he presumably met Nico. Have you thought about how they crossed paths?

Okay, so first, I'm sorry this took me so long to get to. I've been preparing it for weeks.

Second -

YES. <3

Drew: Thank you both so much for agreeing to chat with me.

Nico: You followed me around for days until I agreed, I could barely piss in peace.

Will: Nico! *Nico shrugs*

Drew: It is true I had to resort to different methods this time as my usual methods are rendered moot.

Will: What?

Nico: She flirts with the athletes, relentlessly. You should have seen how flustered she made Jason. Piper was pissed.

Drew: And yet I still have not gotten to the bottom of their story… Anyways, we’re here to talk about you. You caused quite a stir at the final, Nico. Can you tell us what you were thinking?

Nico: That I had just won gold? And… that there were only two people I wanted to share that with.

Drew: And those two people were?

Nico: My sister… *Nico glances over to Will* and this guy.

Drew: Ah yes, that was quite the gesture, leaping over to the medic area. Will, what were you thinking in that moment?

Will: Just that I was so proud of him. He worked so hard to get here.

Drew: Yes, several years I’m sure. Though is it true Nico that you took a break from the sport after the last Olympics?

Nico: I did, yeah. I needed some space from it. Bianca and I had shared skateboarding for so long it was… difficult. To do it without her. But eventually I missed it and I took some time to find my love for it again. That’s how I met this dork actually.

Drew: Oh yes! I would love to hear more about how you two met! There’s a lot of speculation out there.

Will: It’s kind of cute actually

Nico: I wouldn’t call fumbling over a sprained ankle in broken Italian, cute, sunshine.

Will: Oh yeah? Then why’d I keep running into you days after?

Nico: Okay… it was a little endearing. In a stupid way.

Will, grinning: Anyways, what Nico meant was that we met while I was visiting Venice in my year abroad. I was working as a temp nurse in a few places before I planned to travel around a bit and I happened to be walking by the skate park when he took a nasty fall.

Nico: It was barely anything…

Will: -and without really thinking it through I rushed over to help, because that was what I was there to do, right? Trouble was Venice was my first city and my Italian sucked so I’m pretty sure I asked him if he was in bread instead of in pain. Luckily he took pity on me and switched to English. You must have thought I was so dumb.

Nico: The words meddling American idiot came to mind.

Will: Well when I realized it was barely a sprain I was pretty embarrassed and resolved never to walk past that skate park again. So imagine my surprise when the next day I nearly get run over by a dude on a skateboard.

Nico: You walked into my way…

Will: Sure. Which is why, as an apology, you offered to take me to get gelato which later turned into drinks. And then dinner.

Drew: Real smooth, di Angelo

Nico: Hey, it worked…

Drew: So did you spend most of your time in Venice then?

Will, smirking: No, actually.

Drew: Oh really?

Will: I moved on to Rome a few days after we met and it was another few months before I saw Nico again - sitting outside a gelato place in Florence… nearly 300km from Venice.

Nico: Like I told you, they have the best gelato in Tuscany

Will: And that justifies the three hours of travel?

Nico: Well, I had some other business there too.

Will: Uh huh, sure. Anyways, for some reason I kept running into Nico every few days after that. Eventually, when my temp gig ended and I planned to travel around a bit I told him he should just come with me. Sure enough when I got on the train the next day I found Nico already waiting in the seat next to mine. We travelled around the country together for the next three months. And honestly, traveling with a local made it a thousand times better than what I had planned.

Drew: How sweet! It must have been devastating when it came time to return to the states.

Will: It was… hard. I half expected to see him waiting in the airport when I landed, but he wasn’t.

Nico: I wanted to… but I had to get back to training. Traveling with Will helped me remember why Bianca and I had been so excited about the games in the first place, the new adventures, the new experiences. I realized that just because she couldn’t share them with me, didn’t mean I shouldn’t have them. So I promised Will that if he could get himself to the games, I would see him again, on the podium.

Drew: Truly an Olympic romance for the ages. Does this mean this is the first time you’ve seen each other since Will’s trip?

Nico, nodding: yeah.

Will: With Nico’s training and my work schedule, we couldn’t make another visit work, as much we wanted to.

Nico: It was extra motivation.

Will: I hope he’ll take a bit of a break now, though.

Nico: I think I’m going to have to or both you and Dionysus will have my ass.

Drew: And what do you hope to do with this well earned break?

Will, smiling as he turns to Nico: What was that you said Nico? New adventures and new experiences?

Nico: Yep.

Will: I’m thinking a couple dozen of those.

Nico: As long as I can share them with you.

#olympics au #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #drew tanaka #ask alnair

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graciescott27 · 3 months ago

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thank youu! for responding to my comment so quickly I was just thinking like a sort of childhood friends but the reader becomes a famous actress and sae still a footballer something cute like fluff and maybe a bit of smut but honestly whatever you prefer cause I really love your work and would like to see more of sae but it’s no rush whenever you have the time and thank youu again!!

Ughhh I had so much fun writing this request! I almost never write Sae, so something’s might be out of character, but I hope that you’re happy with what I wrote!

just a flicker - s. itoshi

cw: childhood best friends! actor!reader! language, angst, fluff, possibly ooc, some brief making out at the end

wc: 1.8k

Growing up was never easy on anyone. Growing up alongside Sae Itoshi brought even more complications. He was never quite as creative as you. Not as academic. Never as polite or gentle. If you didn’t know him, Sae was harsh. Not intentionally rude, just blunt. It was difficult to get used to if you weren’t already close to him. It was just as much a curse as it was a blessing that you knew him.

When you were little, Sae was one of your only friends. You got along well with his little brother, and he got along well with your big sister. You lived nearby. You went to the same school. Sometimes your sister would have a soccer game before his or on a field nearby. It was almost guaranteed for you to get close to him. You both had finally found someone who was equally as passionate at such a young age. He knew that he wanted to play soccer. You knew that you wanted to act. And you were both exceptionally talented already. You were both considered prodigies by all of Japan. Prodigies tended to be best friends, right?

Best friends tend to be our first heartbreak, though.

When you were both thirteen, Sae broke the news to you that he was going to Spain. You were still processing it as you sat in the back seat of his parents’ car, driving to the airport with him and the rest of his family. You didn’t talk to him at all on the way there. When you got to the airport and dropped him off at security, you told him bye and he reassured you that he’d still text. Then that was it. You watched him go through the line, and he disappeared the moment he passed through.

You didn’t speak to him for four more years.

Despite both of your promises, the years ended up going by without so much as a single word from the other. You cut ties with Rin around the same time. Now, at eighteen years old, you were world famous. You had already starred in several productions and received even more role offers. You were finally where you had always wanted to be, and there was still something missing.

Finally, the dreaded day came where you had to go fly out to Madrid for onsite filming for your new rom-com movie. The entire plane ride over, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sae. Would you run into him? Madrid was a big city, sure, but you were supposed to be there the week of one of his biggest matches of the season. Surely you’d at least see a fan or two.

Apparently you had forgotten who the love interest in your movie was supposed to be. A professional soccer player. You’d be at the goddamn stadium.

The film crew had set up just down the road from the stadium. You were standing there on a break, trying not to die in the heat, talking to one of the crew members. That was when you saw him across the street leaving the stadium. He had his practice bag slung over his shoulder. Of course, with your horrible luck, he noticed you, too. And he just stared at you, unblinking.

“Hey, Mina…? I’m gonna head to my trailer really quick. I forgot a couple of my script pages, I think,” you told the girl you were talking to, never breaking eye contact with Sae. You took a few slow steps back, and then sprinted. When you looked over your shoulder back at the stadium, his bag was abandoned on the ground and he was no where in sight. You glanced back a couple of minutes later to see him running after you through the crowd of actors and crew members.

What the hell was his problem? Why was he following you like a crazy person? Thank god your trailer was nearby, because you knew you wouldn’t ever be able to outrun him. You reached the door just before he caught up to you, slamming it shut, locking it, and throwing yourself in front of it. God, you were out of breath. He was gone, though. You were safe.

The you heard the banging. “Open the door, Y/N.” His voice was relatively calm, but clearly frustrated in his own emotionally constipated way.

“No!” You yelled back at him. Your back was still pressed against the metal door.

“Why?” He scoffed, stopping his knocking.

“Because!”

“You’re the one who stopped texting me, you can’t be mad.”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t want to see you!”

You could almost sense him freezing on the other side of the door. “Did you just start hating me the moment I was gone?”

You froze, too. “What? No, that’s not… that’s not what I meant, okay?”

“So you’re running from your own guilt?”

That comment made you nearly stop breathing. Somehow, after four years, Sae Itoshi of all people could read you. The only person who was worse with emotions was his brother. How could he pinpoint how you felt?

So you opened the door. And you talked to him. And you got out years of pent up frustration, and confusion, and guilt. You were the one who had abandoned him, after all. You decided that it wasn’t worth it to text him when you knew that he’d be in a completely different country from you forever. Why be friends with someone you could never see? Especially when you were thirteen and just starting to realize that you were in love with him?

You started talking to him again. He texted you every morning and every night and called you once a week. It was structured, and exact, and way too Sae Itoshi. Then eventually he was flying you out to Spain for weeks at a time when you didn’t have filming. After a couple of months, you two were going on dates without ever asking each other out. Then you were going to his soccer games and he was at your movie premiers. Then you were hugging and holding hands without putting a label on your relationship. And suddenly the entire world started to think you were dating Sae Itoshi.

You were starting to think so, too.

Right when you were about to give up again and leave him to figure his own shit out, you caught it. You were just sitting in the box at one of his matches — debating what you would say to him after the game — when he scored. It happened so fast that you could barely process what he did afterward, but you could just barely catch his hand wrapping around a chain he was wearing. You had bought him that.

You could still picture the exact moment you had given him that necklace, actually. It was just a stupid silver chain with a soccer ball pendant you had found when you were hanging out with him one day. You were twelve. Back then, any mention of soccer made you think of Sae, so you thought it would have been a cute gift. His birthday was coming up anyways.

When you handed it to him, all he said was, “You’re weird.” And he shoved it into his pocket.

You never expected him to still have it, though.

The night after the match, you had planned to stay at his place pretty late having a movie night. It was your idea. He went along with it because he didn’t care enough to argue with you. So, you met him outside of the locker room like usual. You had gotten special permission to be in the back area of the stadium by then.

He gave you a small nod of acknowledgment as he left the locker room. You two walked silently beside each other as you left the stadium; you didn’t dare to open your mouth until you reached his car.

“So,” you began the moment the doors had closed and he started the engine. You weren’t entirely sure where you were going with it. “That was a nice goal.”

“Thanks.”

“Cool that you guys won.”

“Yeah.”

And then it was silent again. It was always silent when you were with Sae.

“Were you… wearing a necklace during the game?” you promoted, trying to be subtle enough to not sound crazy.

“I always do,” he shrugged, his eyes completely focused on the road.

You nodded. “Where did you get it?”

He raised a brow in confusion. “You gave it to me.”

“Oh.”

Then you both went quiet again.

After just a few minutes, you had both settled next to each other on the couch in Sae’s living room. The only movie request he had made was one of your most popular ones. In that moment, you doubted you could stand to see your own face in some shitty romance.

It took forty minutes for Sae to look over at you. “Your face is all scrunched up.”

You blinked, meeting his eyes. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t realize it,” you shrugged, feigning indifference as you turned your attention back to the TV screen.

“You’re so clueless,” he scoffed, clearly still staring at you.

You huffed. “Okay, rude.”

“You’re seriously clueless.”

“Stop repeating yourself, idiot,” you threw a piece of popcorn at his face, trying not to grin as it got stuck in his hair.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an actor. Shouldn’t you be able to pick up on cues without me having to directly tell you something?”

“What do you not want to tell me?”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you’ve been too stupid to figure it out the entire time.”

Oh.

You froze completely, not even daring to glance at him. You wanted to run and hide, to bury yourself under forty pillows, to burrow away like an ostrich. That wasn’t what you were expecting. That wasn’t what you wanted. Was it?

No. It absolutely was.

In the blur of you nodding your head, telling him that you’ve felt the same way the entire time, and whatever he had said in response, he had paused the movie and pressed his lips to yours. You had expected Sae to be more rough, maybe a bit ruthless like how he played on the field. Maybe even apathetic like how he presented himself to everyone. But he wasn’t. He was eager. He was hungry.

He placed a hand on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. His other hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head, deepening the kiss more than you were prepared for. When you recovered from your shock, you moved your hands into his hair. Even with the intensity, he still kept the pace slow. He was still careful. For the first time in four years, he was finally somewhere to could consider home.

@graciescott27

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wlwsoccerfics · 6 months ago

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Big Sister Energy(Alexia PutellasXMeadReader)

Warnings: Google translate used.

Summary: You are 18 years old, away from England and just got dumped by your girlfriend. Alexia is there for you and you have a talk.

You didn't do very well and everyone could see it. Especially Alexia. You still were playing good football, but it was obvious that right now your heart wasn't in it. And you looked like you hadn't slept in weeks. Which was actually quite true. Your girlfriend, well now ex has dumped you for one of her ex boyfriends and went back to him around two weeks ago.

"pequeña? ¿qué ocurre?" Alexia asked you as you both walked to your seperate cars after practice. You frown a little but decided to play it cool. "I am fine, Alexia!" You let her know. Even though it was obvious that you weren't.

"y/n, i know this isn't true! You look like death!" She informed you.

You roll your eyes a little but also felt stressed about it.

"Mi novia rompió conmigo(my girlfriend broke up with me)!" You whispered out. She frowned softly.

"what happened exactly?" The blonde asked.

"Vanya went back to her ex boyfriend!" You sobbed out and now started crying again. Alexia quickly pulled you into a hug, frowning even more. She never really liked your ex and now she was once again reminded why. Alexia was always protective of you. You joined the team almost a year ago. First you were living with Keira until you turned 18 and wanted to be on your own. Keira was your teammate, one of your fellow lionesses. She also was quite protective of you. Probably because Bethy your sister has asked her to to keep an eye on you. But you didn't know If that actually was true.

Anyways you hugged Alexia back who was holding you in her arms right now.

"Estoy aquí para ti." she whispered against your forehead. Palcing a soft kiss on it.

"you act alot like my older Sister Beth!"you told her, smiling slighlty through your tears. honestly you would never have thought that you would end up in Barcelona one day and play Professional football over there. Outside of your comfort zone. You practiced all your Life at Arsenal but never ended up playing for your Senior Team. Instead you were here now. Your sister missed you lots and you missed her as well. But you tried to avoid her because somehow she found out about the breakup And you didn't want to worry her with how awful you sounded. Your guess was that Keira told her. In fact alot of the Girls from the english national team tried to reach out. So did Viv your sister-in-law.

"well you are a bit like a Baby sister i want to protect!" Alexia admitted.

"i am not a baby but i for sure appreciate to have you as my 'sister away from home!'" you told her, smiling softly, wiping away the tears.

"you are still so young. You are just 18 years old. Can't help that i feel protective of you cause of that! Cause you are way too sweet sometimes. It's not a bad thing but Vanya didn't deserve someone as sweet and kind as you cause she is the devil." Alexia answered.

"thank you." You simply just replied. Breathing in and out to calm down as much as possible. Crying was quite exhausting.

"it's true. Now you come home with me and we get some food. Then you need sleep. And tomorrow morning you gonna call your loved ones!" Alexia told you. She didn't leave you much of a choice. Saying you can drive to practice together and your Car and stay in the parking lot. So you just got into her car.

You did ended up calling Beth the next morning and she told you that she was close to dropping everything to check on you personally. So good thing Alexia got you to open up. It was nice to know you had a support system at Home and here in Barcelona.

After a few days you actually started feeling human again. Thanks to everyone that cared about you.

#womens soccer #soccer #woso #womens football #woso x reader #alexia putellas #fc barcelona #beth mead #keira walsh #viv miedema

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galaxygurlll · 5 months ago

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Brotherly support... and teasing

Warnings: None

Word count: 850 words (I actually got a little carried away there at the end, and it's actually 891 words, so sorry!)

Requested: Yes

Reader could be Lando's little sister and it's just events where Lando is like playfully threatening Oscar but is like actually very supportive of the relationship and actually shipped it before it even happened. something like that please.

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"So, when can I have the talk with him?" My dear old brother, Lando Norris, just casually asks me as we sit down to have dinner, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking lightly, "Lando!" I scold him as my head flicks up after placing my napkin on my lap. He just laughs.

This causes me to roll my eyes, used to this behaviour with him ever since his teammate, Oscar Piastri, and I, got together. Both of us honestly, and rightfully so, thought that the older boy was going to be pissed. Oh, how wrong we were.

He seemed, to excited, like he was planning stuff.

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Photo dump! First three are my annoying brother, last three are my amazing lover! Happy 4 months!! 🫶

Tagged: lando, oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri 🫶 🫶 🫶

--- y/n_norris 🫶 🫶 🫶

----- lando Ew, stop, gross

fan1 Love the different aesthetic

--- fan2 Was about to say the exact same thing!

----- fan3 The perfect mix of chaotic and calm to level out our girlie

friend1 Still can't believe lando made you carry him

--- y/n_norris I know right, so rude

----- friend2 Very 😂

lando I swear to you, if you do not stop hugging my sister oscarpiastri, I swear

--- oscarpiastri You swear what mate?

----- lando I swear stuff that you do not need to know of right now. But know that I am watching your every move mate 😁

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"Hello there, love," I exclaim as I reach Oscar and give him a slight peck on the cheek, avoiding the way my brother is fake puking in front of us, "Not in public you two, you're going to embarrass me," he tells us both in that stern brotherly joking tone that he's loved to use lately as I roll my eyes.

Little did I know though, my Lando had actually been basically praying to the gods above to get me, his sister, and Oscar, his teammate together since almost as soon as the young Aussie joined McLaren in 2023.

Little did I know that was me and Oscar would express our dying love for each other to the English man, and even though he had found it quite cute to begin with, and actually did root for us, he just wanted it to stop.

Well, that didn't go to plan for him as now he gets more rants in, but, he can now tease us more than ever.

For example:

"So, you gonna steal my sister again over to your side of the garage, or am I not gonna have to fight you this time? Reminder, she is my blood," before chuckling to himself, patting the slightly nervous Aussie on the shoulder, and just, casually strutting away.

Another example:

"Might have to kick you out of the house soon if you keep kissing my sister mate," causing me to just swat him away with my hand as I snuggle up against Oscar and mumble, "No." Lando then gives Oscar a glare, but I can tell it's a playful one. I mean, he's not even that scary, to be honest.

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My love! Happy 4 months! 😘

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y/n_norris Blessed to have you! 😘

--- oscarpiastri 🫶

----- lando Please stop this, otherwise I will run you off of the track when the season starts

------- mclaren lando!

--------- lando For legal purposes, that was a joke!

friend4 Adorable! Can't wait to see you two!

fan4 Happy 4 months to you cuties!

fan5 Wish I had this type of love

--- fan6 Well, I'm sorry that I'm not an F1 driver

----- lando You should be. Do better!

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"Might have to put a barrier between you both if this keeps going on," Lando speaks, all smug-like whilst leaning against the wall, "Oh, piss off Lando Norizz," I comment back causing him to gasp, hand on his heart in shock, jokingly.

Then, he speaks, "That's it, no more seeing him for the rest of the day! Come on Oscar, let's go talk to our team." And he walks off, making huge gestures, causing Oscar and me to roll our eyes before saying our goodbyes for now, and going our own ways.

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"You're going to help me plan a date, with your sister?" Oscar comments to the British man in front of him, arms crossed, "Yes!" Lando responds, all jittery, "And you're not gonna kill me?" The Aussie questions, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! That, I'm going to do later! If you ever break her heart that is! Now, let me tell you everything about her-" Oscar cuts him off, "I practically know everything there is to know about her mate-" He then gets equally cut off, "No you don't! Not when I'm around! And besides, if you cut me off again, I'm not even going to allow this date to happen!" Lando explains, causing Oscar to just nod, uncertain.

"Alright, so, what do I need to do?" The Aussie asks, "Glad you asked!" Lando responds, all hyper fixated on making this his sister's best date yet!

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Note from author: I just wanted to quickly add that I just figured out how to put photos all grouped together! By accident! So now it doesn't look so clunky and I can add more to chapters and requests! Yay! Also, hopefully, this was good! Haven't written in a little, and haven't ever written a playfully threatening piece before, just so y'all know! Also, this will (hopefully) be my last author's note!

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 driver x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #lando norris #oscar piastri #lando norris x sister reader #oscar piastri x reader

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bwat5-blog · 5 months ago

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Saying Goodbye: Arcane's Songs Of Grief

**Spoilers For Arcane**

Working on a Jinx post the other day it occurred to me I'd never really delved too much into the music even though it is SO IMPORTANT to the story. This is less critical analysis and more just something that interested me so if you don't care I don't blame you! But I get something out of it every time I get to spend time thinking on and digging into this show, so maybe you will to. This won't be too long as quite honestly I feel that-

A: These are fairly self-explanatory

B: I don't have the mind for lyric/poetry analysis and never have

1. Vi's world falling apart

Goodbye: song by Arcane, Ramsey, and Riot Games Music Team ‧ 2021

So this is the song that plays at the end of season 1 act 1 when we were all collectively saying something to the tune of "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?"

It was a beautiful and tragic moment in the show and seriously set the tone for the rest of the story. I see this song as Vi's perspective as her world is completely falling apart around her.

Vander is dead

Mylo & Claggor are dead

Her possible last interaction ever with her little sister was deeply traumatic for the both of them, leaving her with crushing guilt over her loss of control and hurting Powder

She has literally been kidnapped and imprisoned in an adult prison without cause or trial (there is no pit of hell deep enough for you Marcus)

"I can hear the sound of a heartbeat before it goes out Won't ever leave my memory of bloodshed all around, And I can see a tear on my father's face before it falls out" :

Vi is hearing Vander die and telling us she won't ever be able to shake the memory of all this death and pain. And that comes back around unfortunately...

"Oh, my enemy, how could I have ever let you down?

Oh When all these trees saw us grow Cut our teeth and make our bones right here We'd play with shields made of stone Share our dreams and sit our thrones":

I see this as all about Powder/Jinx and Vi's crushing guilt over how they were parted. The trees watching them grow and the place where they played and dreamed of better days clearly being Zaun. But the line that is so indicative of Vi's trauma here is "how could I have ever let you down". As her guilt over how things happened will go to impact the course of her entire life.

"Be still, 'cause I see smoke up ahead and I got steel in my hands We will return like warriors, I swear, that we'll find glory up ahead Tell me

Where is my home? I don't recognize the faces anymore, no Where is my friend? The one I've known since I was only just a kid

I think it's time to say goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, woah":

This entire last section speaks to Vi's future when she returns to Zaun. Her entire world has changed. Powder has become Jinx. Ekko is a rebel leader and a warrior. The demon (don't yell at me Silco people I'm talking Vi's POV) who took her entire world away from her sits in her father's house. And when Vi returns she returns with fury and steel aiming to reclaim what she lost. Until she has no choice but to admit the world she knew is gone. Which takes us into our next song.

2. Jinx loses everyone

What Could Have Been: Song by Ray Chen and Sting ‧ 2021

I'd call this the song that captured the world's attention from Arcane. I mean having Sting alone was huge but this whole sequence was once again so beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Vi spends the whole show trying to get through to Jinx up until this point and you want to believe she is going to pull it off. Jinx is recognizing what Silco took from them, and the Council is starting the vote for Zaunite independence.

But it all falls apart. Silco is dead, and Jinx feels like Vi cannot love her anymore and feels rejected by her after everything that has happened. And this song begins, taking us into Jinx's POV as she lashes out in this moment of terrible grief and loss and angry. I'm not going to do the lyrics for this one like I did above because they are all pretty clear and direct. As Jinx makes the long walk to her destiny and fires the weapon that will destroy her people's chance at independence, she is telling Vi, Silco and the world how they have wronged her.

But the trick with Jinx is to remember she is an unreliable narrator. So when we are with her in this moment seeing it through her eyes we have to remember we cannot take everything at face value. So even though throughout the show we have seen Vi's guilt over what Jinx has become driving her, and after Silco's death Jinx essentially seems to blame Vi for what follows because she cannot "love her like she used to" because they are different. Where does that missile actually go?

I am the monster you created You ripped out all my parts And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw That I needed you more

I hope you know we had everything And you broke me and left these pieces I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play what could have been Oh, what could have been

Why don't you love who I am? What we could have been

I am your ghost, a fallen angel You ripped out all my parts I couldn't care what invention you made me 'Cause I, I was meant to be yours

I hope you know we had everything And you broke me and left these pieces I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play What could have been

3. Death touches Caitlyn Kiramman

I Can't Hear It Now: Song by Arcane, Freya Ridings, and League of Legends ‧ 2024

This song takes us into Caitlyn Kiramman's POV as she is plunged into the darkness of her mothers death at the hands of Jinx. Once again visually and musically it is a stunning moment. There is a notable difference to this one compared to the other two that I wanted to mention.

Vi's song-"Be still, cause I see smoke up ahead and I got steel in my hands, We will return like warriors, I swear, that we'll find glory up ahead Tell me"

Even with all of the loss and grief and pain in the rest of the lyrics there is a moment of hope. A promise of justice and righteous return

Jinx's song- "I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play What could have been"

Full of anger and blame and hurt . Nothing positive but A LOT of emotion.

Now let's look at Caitlyn's lyrics:

There is an ocean so dark down below the waves Where you watch while these dreams gently float away And there is a silence so soft it's only memory Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me

But I can't hear it now Just tell me how to keep breathing while pretending I'm not drowning I don't know if I could I watched the door close for good 'Cause I couldn't keep it open

I just watched as the door closed for good 'Cause I couldn't keep it open

Just tell me how to keep breathing while pretending I'm not drowning I don't know if I could I watched the door close for good 'Cause I couldn't keep it open

Vi and Jinx are full of emotion and pain and loss but they are expressing it, even if it is misguided or negative. Caitlyn is drowning in her grief but trying to force herself to keep going and failing, and blames herself.

"But I can't hear it now ,Just tell me how to keep breathing while pretending I'm not drowning"-

Caitlyn so badly wants to hear her mother's voice again but she cannot. And she is trying to go on, be the new head of her house, testify before the council and everything else while maintaining her composure when inside she is completely and utterly destroyed. I mean for gods sake, revisit the moment she finally is alone with the person she can show vulnerability with:

it's like she barely makes it to Vi before her legs give out...

"I watched the door close for good 'Cause I couldn't keep it open"-

These are the last words of her goodbye to her mother. Not a lament of how the world is changed and she has to say goodbye. Not an angry accusation at those who wronged her. But blaming herself...

Conclusion:

Anyway! I hope you get something out of this. I did by writing it. I love the music of this show, and as a life-long band nerd and music lover seeing a show weave it's music into the storytelling in such an original way was truly special to me. Thank you for reading and take care!

#arcane #arcane season 2 spoilers #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #caitvi #jinx arcane #arcane season 1 #vi and jinx #powder #vander arcane #arcane music

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noemilivv · 1 year ago

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hiiii!! i was wondering if perchance i could request head canons or a one shot (whichever you see more fit) of how [character] is on their first date with [reader]

the characters im rlly invested in are alastor, vox, velvette, angel & husk 💗

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: i’m so sorry requests have been so slow, my show is almost done (closing night is today) so i’ll be able to get to requests after that!! and i tried to make this a bit longer than my normal pieces so i hope i did okay? we’re almost at 700 btw so tysm for that <3

warnings: profanity, mentions of sex in vox’s part (no smut), mentions of valentino, implied!masc reader in angel’s section — the rest are gn

proofread: no 😔

tags: x reader, alastor, husk hazbin hotel, angel dust, headcanons, the vees

𝐯𝐨𝐱

vox would probably enjoy a night in the most, honestly, fans can irk him a fair bit, and he wants tonight to be about you and him alone

he’d probably get some of his more decent employees to be like waiters, and let’s be real, even if you were only in vox’s quarters, you both would still be dolled up

seeing as this is only the first date, vox’s “show host” persona is still very present, he’s not ready to let his walls down quite yet, he’ll sit there and boast about how fucking amazing he is for most of the date

but you’d be surprised, when you speak, vox won’t shut down anything you’d say, he’s an extremely good listener — it mainly comes from how he has to listen to boring meetings, even when he doesn’t want to, but as much as he won’t admit it, he could listen to you talk anyday

when the end of the date comes, you’re either gonna end up spending the night at his, whether it ends in sex with him or falling asleep on the couch together in the middle of a movie is a bit of a 50/50

OR he’s gonna end up driving you home, mainly because he doesn’t enjoy just walking about the streets of hell, because so many people come up to him, and also cause he doesn’t want to risk putting you in harms way, but also because he wants to flex his fancy ass car…

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

like vox, he’d also probably enjoy a date in a more private settings — due to the type of fans he has, the contract he’s under, along with many other things

but angel has a preference for more relaxed dates, he’d bring you into his room the hotel and end up having a massive sleepover — movies, skincare, gossip seshs, etc. whatever you ask for, he’ll give ya!!

after valentino, i can see angel only really taking interest in people who he’s known for a long time/has a strong bond with — so considering the fact that he’s most likely known you for a long time, this is probably when he’s gonna be more affectionate — possible cuddles, kisses, etc

but even with that, angel really considers first dates as a ‘get to know you’ sorta thing, so he wants to hear all about you, and share stories with you about him as well! you two will probably play games like 21 questions or truth or dare but with mostly truths 😭🙏

honestly, angel will probably spend more time telling you about molly (his sister) then himself, he misses her a lot, and she was one of the biggest parts of him and he loves telling you stories about them together in their lifetime

𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

in contrast to vox, she would love to go out somewhere for a first date, more specifically, the mall! she may end up treating the first date as more a girls trip, but trust me, it isn’t her way of friend zoning you in the slightest!!

the stores in the mall that she’d most likely wanna hit up are the clothing stores and makeup stores (duh)

she’d try on a bunch of fits for you in a ‘fashion run-way’ kind-of manner and force outfits into your arms and rush you to do the same

and in makeup stores, she’d grab a bunch of lip-oil testers and swatch them on your arm and see which ones she thinks look the best — and she’d also try to find your foundation shade match or something like that

then you goes would probably stop at a food court and she would sit there and just yap, i can see velvette as a big rambler, she can be very expressive with her words, especially when it comes to her passion topics, so she really grows to appreciate you if you decide to hear her out

and side note; if you guys run into one of her fans, she’ll make sure you see it, she needs you to know how fucking hot and famous she is

the both of you will probably stay until the mall is about to close, and then you’ll walk her home, but don’t worry, she’ll give you a small kiss for being so good ~

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤

honestly, husk would kinda be at loss a for what to do for a ‘date’ — it’s been a long damn time since he’s been romantically interested in someone, so he’s not too sure where to start

he’ll end up going to charlie for help, or angel, and he ends up deciding to take you out to a small diner that’s just a stroll away from the hotel

it’s not great there by any means, but it’s not bad, but more importantly, it’s safe, and that’s all he really wants for you

you two will spend most of the time conversing in conversation, nothing too crazy or life changing, but simple ice breakers here and there, husker is more awkward than you may think

despite the fact that he thinks it’s so fucking stupid, he takes charlie’s idea to share a smoothie with you, which ends up back-firing as he takes a sip and it goes through and up your straw and splatters onto your face

and you can’t help but blush as he gets a little too close to you as he wipes the smoothie off of your face with a few napkins…

𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫

alastor is a gentlemen, who aims to please, so he has a number of activities for you that are bound to blow you out of the water, even if the idea is simple on paper

first, he starts off by taking you out to dinner, the fanciest restaurant he could find, you both are dressed up to a tee

he makes sure to feed you every last bite of your food, treating you like a pet, its so sickeningly sweet you didn’t whether to be slightly offended or swoon right then and there

then he takes you out to a nice park, even if it’s already dark out, and he’ll have you on his arm and take a simple stroll with you, the attention is fully on you and he won’t shy away from giving you all the praise possible

shortly after, alastor will get his staff and play some gentle jazz music as you both sway under the hellish stars on what seems to be such a blissful night ~

i do not permit for my work to be reposted, translated, or stolen. all rights go to signedmio. characters are not mine, unless stated, and belong to their rightful creators.

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aviradasa · 6 months ago

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The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

#tlb #paul tlb #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #paul hcs #paul headcannon #paul genral headcannons #paul x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #headcannons #Aviradasa writes #Aviradasa 👽🖤

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year ago

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Your idea about Molly throwing Weasley!Reader on the back burner until they start making money breaks my heart but it’s so real

Lestrange!Daughter would catch onto it before anyone else — seeing her darling trying to buy his mother’s love with desperation — she’d call Molly on it but never in front of him knowing it would make him upset

And it’s something the three Black sisters notice to.

Bellatrix isn’t sure how to approach the situation, for all the faults her parents had, they were nothing but loving towards the three girls so it’s a completely different atmosphere watching a child nearly kill himself for scraps of his mother’s attention

Andromeda’s heart breaks in the rare times she bares witness to it, wanting to go all mama bear, and Tonks would be just as protective

Narcissa, much like her niece, would simply resolve to making snide comments about it

Definitely! I imagine the dynamic between Molly and the Reader is what really garners Bellatrix’s, Andromeda’s, and Narcissa’s own fondness towards him, leading to their own maternal obsessions kicking in cause how dare Molly treat such a precious child like that, let alone her own child for that matter.

Lestrange!Daughter!Oc would greatly resent Molly for the fact she neglected and put the Reader to the side in favor of his other siblings. And she would not bite her tongue about it either, at least not when her darling was around. She doesn’t need her darling to divulge anything to her about the situation or how he feels about it, she knows him better than anyone after all and she can see plain as day how much he tries to earn an ounce of his mother’s attention, let alone her affection. And it enrages her to no end. After all, her darling only ever took up being a criminal and building a criminal empire in the first place to support his family, to support his mother. And Molly is none the wiser to how she’s treated him, or rather how she hasn’t treated him, all she sees is that one of her sons has come into money and a consistently large amount of it at that.

I definitely see Bellatrix basically adopting Criminal!Weasley!Reader especially after knowing about his relationship with his mother, or rather the lack of it. She would be more affectionate towards the Reader, she would tell him how proud she is of him, she would actually make the effort to know about him, to see him as his own person unlike what his own mother has gone about doing herself. Like, does Molly even know his favorite color?? No. But Bellatrix does and she didn’t even need her daughter to tell her.

Bellatrix would greatly detest Molly, at first it was only for her amusement and in defense of her daughter that she behaved the way she did but after learning how Molly has been towards the Reader, Bellatrix can’t stand the woman whatsoever and would insist that the Reader live with her and her daughter even before he graduates. Even if he doesn’t move in right away, Bellatrix will ensure he stays over during the entire summer. Hell, she may just pop into the Burrow herself and collect all of the Reader’s belongings herself or she’d probably just buy him everything new that he nor she has to go back to the Burrow and be in the presence of that woman again. She would really try to get him away from Molly as soon as she can.

Andromeda would honestly be disgusted with Molly. She gets that Molly and Arthur have quite a few of children but there’s no excuse to not pay any mind to one of your children more so over the others until they start bringing something to the table that benefits you and the rest of the family. Unlike, Bellatrix and Narcissa, Andromeda would bite her tongue and keep her opinions very much to herself but she will make sure to give the Reader the attention he deserves and more so that he does feel seen and heard. I can imagine her actually really only having long in depth conversations with the Reader that isn’t just small talk and fluff to fill an awkward/uncomfortable silence. She greatly enjoys the Reader’s company, criminal or not, and she would be more than happy to have the Reader stay over at her home if ever need be, possibly in the scenario that Molly does find out about him being a criminal let alone him running an entire criminal empire and kicking him out (possibly even going as far as disowning him?) for it before he’s even close to graduating Hogwarts.

I could see Tonks taking on an older sister figure relationship with Weasley!Reader. Maybe she’s even come across him doing his criminal activities as an Auror and she just turned a blind eye, even going as far as covering for him. She knows he’s not a bad person, he’s just trying to make a living to support his family the only way he can. She doesn’t exactly know the full depths of Criminal!Weasley!Reader’s activities and inner workings, and honestly she doesn’t want to know in case she’s ever used to try and get to him by the Ministry, but she’ll help protect him however she can. Not to mention after finding out about how Molly treats the Reader, Tonks would very quickly lose respect for her and not be able to look at her in the same light again from then on.

Narcissa would be very similar to her niece and Bellatrix in how she doesn’t hold back too much from ripping into Molly. The only difference is the way she goes about it, she chooses her words very wisely but they’re still sharp enough to cut deep. And she aims to cut Molly very deep. Narcissa would prefer not to interact with Molly whatsoever but especially after finding out about how she’s been towards the Reader his entire upbringing. She would be outright appalled to hear how a mother can treat her child so terribly so and without meaning to. Like, it’s not like Molly purposely picked the Reader out of the lot and chose to neglect him the most out of his siblings, but that’s just how it ended up. Either way, Narcissa is only all the more repulsed by the Weasley matriarch after learning everything. Similar to her sisters, Narcissa would also give the Reader all the attention and praise he deserves, tenfold. Whenever Molly is gushing about one of her other children, I could see Narcissa being the first to chime in/interrupt her about the Reader and the accomplishments he’s made for himself all on his own, not allowing Molly to get away with neglecting the Reader anymore than she already has.

Basically just these three women becoming absolute protective mama bears for their poor neglected and pushed aside ginger bby. Meanwhile, Lestrange!Daughter being that overprotective wife of her darling husband who deserves more than the world has to offer for doing what he does solely to help his family have a life they never had the chance to experience before. And Tonks being just as protective of the Reader cause he felt the need to go down the route he did believing it to be his only option.

#anxious answers #yandere lestrange!daughter!oc #yandere bellatrix lestrange #yandere nymphadora tonks #yandere andromeda tonks #yandere narcissa malfoy #yandere bellatrix black #yandere andromeda black #yandere narcissa black #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

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fishys-still-writing-smut · 1 month ago

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Comparison! Makoto was very embarrassed to bring his girlfriend Kyoko home, only for Komaru to immediately start comparing herself to her, as if trying to make a point to him about who he should really be with- though it was very hard to complain right now.

Warning: Lewd Content Below

“You don't have to do this. If you want we could stay the night at a hotel or something.”

“Please, I'm confident I can convince your parents to like me.”

“Y'know that's not the issue Kiri.” Makoto sighed as he parked his car in his parents driveway. “My step-sister never likes the girls that I date. Not even one.”

“Relax Makoto, it won't be that bad.” Kyoko spoke confidently as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Besides, your past girlfriends were pretty boring compared to me, if we're being honest.”

“D-don’t be mean Kiri! Aren't you still friends with some of them?”

“Which is why I know that as the truth. Or was I wrong when I recall you telling me I was ‘the best girl you ever fucked’? You're quite vocal when you cum.”

“...just admit you're a jealous bitch who loves drama.”

“You know that's your type.”

—------------

“Care to say that again, you floozy?”

Safe to stay, things quickly turned to the worst.

“You heard me! I think that Makoto can do waaaay better than you!”

“...Komaru, can we not start this right no-

“No Makoto! I want to know what she thinks I'm lacking!”

“You’re lacking a lot of things! Most importantly these!” Komaru took her top off, revealing her big bouncy breasts, as well as shockingly no bra to contain them. “I've seen Makoto’s search history. He loves big boobs like these. Yours are all alright I guess, but nowhere near good enough.”

“Wait, I thought I always deleted my se-”

“Oh yeah? Well there's more than one way to make your stepbrother cum.” Kyoko turned around and bent over before undoing her skirt, and of course, she somehow didn't have any panties on either. “Take a good look. Your step-bro came on this ass plenty of times.”

“K-kiri!”

“Oh puh-lease.” Komaru cocked her hips sassily, causing her breasts to jiggle. “I've seen that gooner jerk his dick to anything and everything. Even my butt can turn him on. See?”

You saw me jerk-huh?!?” Makoto's line of thinking was cut off quickly as Komaru stripped nearly ripped off her skirt. Of course she had no panties on (which honestly didn't phase Makoto as much as it should have). However, what she did next did. She bent over in front of his left knee, rubbing her pussy against his face like a dog in heat. Her bubble butt directly in his line of sight.

“See. He's already getting hard from this little show. You aren't special honey.”

“Oh we'll see about that.” Kyoko took her challenge directly, taking her top off as she approached her boyfriend (she obviously didn't have a bra on either, because why would she?). She mirrored Komaru’s actions on the opposite side, using her large ass to bump Komaru out of the way. The jealous girl of course retaliating by using her own perky ass to bump against Kyoko’s. The two girls twerked in frustration as they exchanged insults.

“Move your fat ass you old bitch.”

“Your brother likes girls with actual meat on them, you flat hoe.”

“You’re one to talk Ms. Washboard tits. I've spied on him having sex before and trust me, you are by far the least attractive girl I've seen him with. I wouldn't even get horny masturbating to him fucking your ugly ass. Honestly I should just fuck Makoto in front of you, that way he may actually cum for once.”

“Watch too many washing machine porn videos, you stepcest addicted slut? Well sorry to disappoint you, but once I become your sister in law I'll be sure to send you each one of our sex tapes we make as proof that I'm the only one for Makoto. But don't worry, I'll make sure to make him spell it out for you while he fills up my pussy with his seed.”

“G-guys, can we pause for a quick second and talk about how my step-sister masturbated to me having se-”

“‘Shut the fuck up Makoto!’”

Makoto gulped as the girls unbuttoned his pants. There was so many questions he had, but they all left his brain as the blood rushed to his dick. He really should've stopped them, but Kyoko was right after all.

He really did have a type

#danganronpa smut #DRnaegi-18 #DRkirigiri-18 #pokemanik-asks

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angstywaifu · 1 year ago

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The Lost Sister - Part 9

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC

A/N: From here on out you will see a few things pulled from the books. Especially moments where we have Garrick. Cause lets be honest we have some amazing moments from him where I can slot Ophelia into the scene. So there will be a mix of my stuff, and some dialogue from actual Fourth Wing with some tweaks to make it fit. We have some really good moments coming up, that I am so excited to show you guys to! As per usual requests are open for any one shot or scenarios you may want. And if you want to be on the tag list just let me know! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

All of our current squad make it up the gauntlet. And now we wait our turn for presentation. And of course Garrick is over seeing the squads before they walk in. He’d been at the top of the gauntlet when I’d climbed up, but he had been dealing with an issue of how Violet had gotten up the end of the gauntlet. I was actually impressed with her idea to use the rope and dagger. I knew Xaden had given her some guidance, but I knew he hadn't told her to do that. But it worked.

This was the closest I’d been to Garrick in a while as we all stood in a single line waiting to go in. Despite me somehow tying for first in Gauntlet time, we aren’t the first group to go in. Slowed down by Violets time. But at least we all made it.

Ahead of us is a clearing lined by dragons, lined up in their own formation. All close enough to pass judgement on us, as well as dispose of us quickly as we walk by.

”Let’s go Second Squad, you’re up next.” Garrick says sternly, beckoning us forward with a wave that makes the rebellion relic on his bared forearm gleam in the sunlight. “Into formation.”

Garrick’s tone is all business, he’s in full leadership mode. It’s one of the first times I had seen it and it reminds me a lot of Xaden’s style of leadership. But Garrick is more mission first, niceties last. And currently his mission is to prepare us for presentation. It is also one of the first times I’ve seen him in full uniform, usually opting to forego his jacket around the grounds. Which I don’t blame him with how warm its been. But winter is starting to set in, and its definitely a fair bit colder up here. I notice the line of patches on his uniform, show casing his as the Flame Section leader, and an abundance of patches advertising his skill with multiple weapons. I wasn’t sure how many patches there were, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was only a small amount left he didn’t have. I notice daggers isn’t one of them.

We all get into formation as hot air rushes towards us again. Another cadet claimed. Garrick’s hazel eyes skim over our squad before landing on mine. “Hopefully Aetos has done his job.” His eyes flick to Violet at the mention of Dain. “So you know that it’s a straight walk down the meadow. I’d recommend staying at least seven feet apart -”

”In case one of us gets torched,” I hear Ridoc mutter a few places in front of me.

”Correct, Ridoc.” I can’t help but smirk at the slight sass in Garrick’s tone. “Cluster if you want, just know if a dragon finds disfavour with one of you, it’s likely to burn the whole lot to weed one out.” He warns us as he holds our gaze. “Also, remember you are not here to approach them, and if you do, you won’t be making it back to the dormitory tonight.”

”Can I ask a question?” A cadet whose name I can’t quite remember says from the front row.

Garrick nods, but I noticed the tick in his jaw. He’s annoyed. And honestly don’t blame him. I may not remember their name, but I know they annoy me. And have since day one.

”Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already went through, and I talked to some of the cadets….”

”That’s not a question.” He states as he lifts his brows. I note another tick in his jaw as he places his hands on his hips. Definitely annoyed now.

”Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?”

“A f-feathertail?” Someone I think called Tynan sputters. “Who the hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?"

I feel most of our squad roll their eyes or shake their heads. I see Garrick restrain from doing the same.

”Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail.” Sawyer says. “I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All hundred of them.”

”Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now.” Garrick states sternly, clearly wanting to be rid of us and this job. “Relax, feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow these simple instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.”

Kids? We were barely three years younger than him. But with most of our squad not bearing rebellion marks, I could easily see why he would refer to us as kids. He turns and heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched. We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first years.

“They’re all yours.” Garrick says to the quadrants senior Wingleader. A woman I’ve only seen a few times in Battle Brief.

As Garrick turns to walk back, he locks eyes with me as his hand lightly brushes mine, setting my skin on fire where his touch lingers.

“Single file.” She says to us, drawing my eyes back to the front.

We all form a single line, I end up at the very back behind Rhiannon. With the final instructions of talk to each other, she steps aside revealing a dirt path that leads through the centre of the valley, and up ahead, sitting so perfectly still you would almost mistake them for statues are the dragons. We start to move, each of us leaving the suggested seven feet before following the cadet in front.

As I enter the valley the smell of sulphur is thick in the air, and I note multiple black patches on the path.

As instructed we talk amongst each other. But talk is a loose term. Its mostly bickering. Towards the end I nearly have a heart attack as two greens approach Violet. Then I remember the corset she told me about. The one made from the dragons of her sisters green dragon. They can probably smell it As we get towards the end, our squad is down to seven first years.

As we’re about to leave the area I feel something. An extra presence at the back of my mind. I turn around, trying to keep my eyes down as best I can as I look around. At the back amongst the trees I catch a glimpse of…. Was that white? No, dragons aren’t white. I know I saw white though. But I can’t have. Dragon’s aren’t white I tell myself again.

“Ophelia, you ok?” Violet calls from the exit.

I turn to see her looking at me, her eyes also scanning the area I was just looking at. Did she see it to?

“Yeah, just thought I saw something.” I say, trying to pass it off as casually I can.

She nods, seeming content with my answer. But the tall figure just inside the pathway stares at me as if they are not convinced. Garrick’s eyes are narrowed me in almost a glare. Luckily the next group walks up and I’m able to slip past him without him talking to me.

Part 10

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book review: a sea change (short novella from careful of books) by cassandra clare | 2025

careful, spoilers ahead!

summary (none of it in fact):

the story follows matthew as he journeys on an ocean liner in 1904, where he encounters an infestation of vampires.

my opinion:

long story short, guess i would say the same things others say - the story was nice, too short and made me cry twice ('cause i read it twice).

but that would not be interesting, so let's go to the long discussion.

• honestly saying, i didn't have expectations about it, i was just waiting, as a hatiko, for the story drop, because i wanted to know what has happened to matthew, he was one of my favourite characters and the evolution of his from drunk and martyr (in some way) to happy and loved person was something like a must have for me.

i have no clue why, but subconsciously i understood how much i related to him, like indecisiveness, feeling like you are the core of all the problems - due to this, i wanted to know what will happen to him next.

so starting with the plot, i can say that it was intriguing me since i heard about it, but once again, i was relying too much on the promise of boy finding a true love finally. as many fans who have read the story, i would agree that it was too short, and it was quite hard for me to adapt/dive back into the world of shadowhunters withing only 70-something pages. when i was reading it for the second time, i understood that i missed a lot of detailes within first two chapters, and i felt like the love line was a bit hurried. literally, one minute ago, matthew was choking (after nightmare and generally being choked) an next they are already kissing and everything. (also i was waiting for magnus to appear out of nowhere in the most «needed» moment as usual) and that is what i really want to talk about

• a lot of people might hate me after this, but i thought that his endgame would be a vampire girl. btw, as some fans suspected, i thought that maybe matthew would end up with lily, but timeline was wrong. don't get me wrong, sylvain is a perfect match for him, but pairing matthew with the boy seemed to me as such a lame excuse. yes, he failed twice with girls - being rejected at first by lucie, his parabatai's sister, after he was rejected by cordelia, his parabatai's wife(!!!). so when i understood that sylvain was endgame (second page lol), i had a thought, if he looks so much like james, maybe matthew just wanted to be coupled up with james? because literally, almost in each description of sylvain we have remarks like "as james", "darker than james' eyes" an so on.

• another thing is that i got the feeling, accompanying me for these two read-throughs, that sylvain was a stalker in some way. for sure, matthew has been to paris so many times, the possibility of our french guy seeing/meeting him was quite high, but just this passage proved me right, because math was also shocked that someone, a stranger to him, knows that much about his life.

• except of this, i liked sylvain, god knows how long i've being waiting for a french protagonist, if not as the main lead, at least as the secondary main. and when he spoke some french, oh, it did me, 100% it did. one more thing is that i had some troubles visualising sylvain because of constant "like james" but smoking. all in all, he was a good idea, and here i would agree with others, in case he appeared outside of this story, maybe within tlh, or in his own novella, he would be hella popular. the stories of his tyrant father, his parabatai loss were so sad to me, they left me welling up.

• the secondary story about hardship of being a vampire was very nice, i felt some sort of sympathy towards melody and her case, the way her brother turned away from her. can't say that there was something extremely interesting for me, but i would say that it gave me some sherlock holmes' investigation vibes, and that's why i simply liked it.

• last but not least, the path of redemption. it is closely connected with matthew coping up with the guilt and loss of christopher. that was tough, honestly, each and every nightmare of his about kit made me cry. even though i read it twice, at the second time i cried even harder. when kit died in chot, i guess it didn't get me that much, for sure it was sad and everything, but i cannot recall myself crying about it. but now i felt it all, thanks to our boy's dreams. just image how much pain did he experience after kit's death. when he talked to sylvain about his guilt in case of lucas, i immediately thought, «but matthew, isn't it the same for you with kit?», because he did not kill him, he just couldn't save him. so why be so harsh with yourself, when you tell everyone that in the same kind of situation they should let go?

• the last dream about christopher left me in tears, for something about 20 minutes, i had difficulty coping up with my emotions, because it hurt me. even though i have never lost a friend in that way, i lost someone dear to me, i have to let go of some people and i still blame myself for what has happened during the times we were friends and etc. that is why i wanted to see where it will lead matthew, because i wanted to know that this type of thing may occur to me one day as well.

to conclude everything, i want to say that a sea change hit all the right spots. it gave me the needed happy end of matthew's story, knowing all the things that has happened in his life, while he is still so young. once again, a lot of fans related to him, and i hope that in him, they so the possibility of their own happy ending. also, i understood how much i missed cassie's writing, her language and humor implemented within works are one of a kind indeed.

my rating:

3.8/5

«what if,» he said to sylvain, «we discover that the first time we are on land together, we can no longer stand each other? maybe we only work when we are bouncing around atop the waves.»

«then i shall buy us a very large bathtub,» said sylvain. he pressed his lips to matthew's temple, and matthew half-closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling. «or drag you off to live with me on a succession of boats. because i am not going to be without you, matthew fairchild. you, ot your ridiculous dog.»

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THE BATTLE OF LIONS AND SNAKES - R.A.B

As the first wizarding war draws near, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes even more visible. You'd thought that being James's sister and a Slytherin would change things, but it only made things worse. Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader. Genre: fluff, some angst. Warnings: pureblood supremacy, war talk, slightly dark themes? Swearing, Sirius being a dick. YN calls Sirius a cunt.

The Potters and Blacks were, perhaps, two of the most popular wizarding families at Hogwarts; along with the Malfoys, Prewetts and the Notts. Yes, being pureblood had it's privileges, but it was popularity that put James Potter and Sirius Black on the map.

James and Sirius were the kinds of people that no-one disliked. They were good at sports, funny, daring, and over-all good natured people. They might not have the best grades like Remus Lupin or Lily Evans, but they were damn good at making people laugh, and no-one seemed to mind if they lost any house points.

When the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it had mentioned Gryffindor. Out of all the houses, Gryffindor was the house to be in. Gryffindor made stars, and was home to many famous witches and wizards.

James was a leader. He became Prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his sixth year, and was the youngest Quidditch player in a hundred years to be made Captain of the Gryffindor team. He was a good friend - always loyal, always listening to the side of everyone's conversations, always making sure everyone was involved. He was a gentleman - when he had his heart set on someone, he knew exactly what to do and how to treat her right (in the later years, of course). Your mother and father were extremely proud of him.

You yourself were somewhat similar, as his younger sister, but you always envied him for finding most things in life easy. James had every opportunity laid out for him. You, however, had to work hard if you wanted something, sometimes twice as hard as the average student; hence why the hat placed you in Slytherin.

Being in Slytherin and being a Potter caused quite an uproar your first year at Hogwarts. Everyone in Slytherin had a bone to pick with James, based on whatever prank he and his friends had done on the house. Because of this, everyone had some kind of opinion on you, except for the first years, who knew nothing better but to be your friend.

You had met your first ever friend on the Hogwarts Express. James had brought you to sit with his friends, the "Marauders", as they liked to call themselves. You'd spent two Christmases with them before coming to Hogwarts, and honestly, they were pretty stuck-up, especially Remus, who was some sort of care-home yob, and glared at you every time you spoke.

Eventually, you left the carriage, telling James you wanted to make some new friends. He didn't mind, and jokingly told you not to make friends with the "wrong sort", although you didn't really know what that meant.

All of the carriages were full of people who looked older than you and scarier. You walked further down the train, wondering why some students were staring at you. You ignored them, looking through all of the carriages. Finally, after quite some time, you came across a carriage that was almost empty.

A small boy was sitting on the left side of the carriage, reading a book about Ancient Runes. You smiled, he looked so peaceful compared to everyone else; and he was your age. You put your hand to the door and knocked. He looked up, frowning.

The small boy put his book down and got up. He opened the door, "what do you want?" His dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled apologetically, "I was just looking for a place to sit. My brother and his friends are a bit annoying." The small boy looked you up and down and stepped aside. "You can sit with me."

"My brother and his friends are a bit stuck up, too. I met them on the platform. My name's Regulus, by the way. Regulus Black."

Your eyes widened. This was Regulus Black? The brother that Sirius Black despised so much? Well, he didn't seem quite so decietful and troll-like after all, but perhaps siblings just disagreed with each other. You wondered why he was all by himself.

"I enjoy my own company, normally, but mother said to make friends. You seem like a respectable enough witch... Would you mind telling me your name?" You tried not to giggle at how Regulus spoke. You'd never heard a ten-year-old speak so posh before. You smiled, "YN Potter, nice to meet you."

Regulus's eyes darkened but he shook his head. "You're not bad for a Potter. Let's be friends." Regulus Black held out his hand, and you shook it, sitting down next to him.

The train continued to move through Scotland. "I'm afraid I'll be put in Slytherin," you said after awhile, putting your head in your hands, "all of my family's been in Gryffindor for thousands of years, but the other day dad joked that I was more cunning than bold."

Regulus looked at you, "I think what you did earlier was pretty bold." You scoffed, "what, asking you if I could sit with you?" He grinned and nodded, "yeah. Do you know how many people avoided me just then before you got here? Even in the Slytherin carriage they think I'm some sort of a freak." You frowned, "I don't think you're a freak. You're just a regular kid to me."

Regulus pulled a face, "I'll have you know I'm the second heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, an extremely respectable and non-regular young wizard." You let out a snort of a laugh, "what kind of kid has to be respectable?!" Before covering your mouth. Regulus smiled at you, "the ones who don't snort like that." You giggled.

Regulus started to get more comfortable. "All of my family's been in Slytherin for thousands of years, just like how yours is with Gryffindor. When Sirius was put in Gryffindor two years ago mum went absolutely ballistic. Maybe I might be put in Gryffindor too, but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin... I wish I was brave enough to run away."

You snorted again, "I wish I was brave enough to be in Gryffindor." Regulus laughed loudly. You turned to him, "if I am put in Slytherin, it won't be so bad if I'm with you." And he smiled.

And you were right. With Regulus by your side, you found it easy making friends in first year. Everyone in Slytherin was a pureblood, and was either scared of him (which you thought was truly ridiculous) or they respected him.

As the years went by, it was clear to most people that the two of you were as close as two peas in a pod. You were often seen together so much that on the rare occasions where you weren't together, you were asked where the other one was.

It was in your third year where you realised your feelings for the youngest Black brother was not just those of friendship, but something much stronger. As your crush grew and your Slytherin friends teased you about it, you began to worry and think of what would happen if you were to date Regulus, and what would happen when your big brother and his best friend found out that you were dating the little brother that he despised so.

And in fourth year, as if nudging these events into reality even further, you and Regulus began to date. In fifth year, the two of you became prefects and Quidditch Captains, and it was clear that you were a powerful unstoppable couple. Despite this, however, some people still did not agree with the dynamic of your relationship.

It was during lunch in the middle of your fifth year did the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor really take its poll.

The war was almost in full motion, and it was obvious to anyone with brains that Voldemort did not have good intentions. There had been whispers in the Slytherin Common Room of some older students who had joined Voldemort's side through some kind of ritual.

James and Sirius were convinced that Regulus was one of these people, and as usual, had convinced themselves that they were right.

"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" You snapped. Your older brother put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Padfoot thinks you should reconsider your relationship with Regulus, that's all." Merlin, were you glad that Reg was out in the pitch training. Sometimes his mad Quidditch obsession was a good thing.

You turned to Sirius now, "you think that, do you?" And Sirius shrugged. James jumped in quickly, keen to stop an argument from happening.

"Well you know how Padfoot's family are all very... Traditional," James was picking his words carefully, watching your facial expressions, "and he told me the other day that his folks had been talking about some dark lord for a long time, like, ever since second year, and how they were all going to join him and support him, and Padfoot was just saying-"

"Regulus is bound to join up!" Sirius butted in. James turned to him and sighed. You looked at him. "He means well, but he's easily coeerced into things, and he's always trying to impress mother, and they always brainwash him, I mean, just look at Bella."

You scowled. Sirius's parents may have been horrible people, but that didn't mean everyone else in his family was. Okay, perhaps one or two of his cousins had done some nasty things in the past, and Bellatrix was one of them, but you would always remember her as the girl who cursed some older students for boxing your ears. She'd said any friend of Regulus was a friend of hers and that you could count on her.

"Bella is a perfectly kind and respectable witch. She's really nice, actually." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. "Well, whatever, but don't come crying to me when your boyfriend has suddenly run off to join Voldemort. I'm telling you, all of them are like that. You know, at least ninety percent of Slytherin house are evil!" Sirius threw his arms up and you began to fume.

"But you always forget the main thing, don't you, Black?!" Typical Sirius Black to hate something but to leave an exception. "I'm a Slytherin too! You think we're all just so evil, do you? You think all of us want to join Voldemort? Since Regulus apparently will, maybe I will to PROVE YOU WRONG, you righteous, narcissistic cunt!"

Lily and Marlene gasped but you didn't care. Sirius scoffed even louder. "Oh, that's rich, coming from YN "I don't want to be a Slytherin" Potter! But I suppose after snogging my dear brother everything's fine, is it? Suppose the death eaters will just have to snog you to convince you to join up-"

"CONFRINGO!" The Gryffindors shrieked loudly at the sudden spell. Sirius flew backwards, knocking down the students who were sitting next to him and you knew who it was immeadietly. Regulus was always rather powerful with his magic.

Sirius got up and glared at his younger brother, taking out his wand. Regulus held his chin high, "don't you say a word against my girlfriend." And Sirius scoffed. "Is she really your girlfriend, or is she just someone who you lock lips with in your bed? LEVICORPUS!"

You dove infront of Regulus just before you saw Sirius wave his wand, but forgot to take out your own, and now you were hovering in the air. James let out an enraged roar, getting up. "WHAT THE FUCK, PADFOOT! DID YOU JUST CURSE MY FUCKING SISTER?!" You didn't think you'd ever heard him be so mad before.

Sirius glared at him, "I was trying to get Regulus, but the little weasel doged it just like everything else in his life!" You tried to fight the enchantment, "GO FUCK YOURSELF, BLACK!" kicking at the air. The other students laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus flicked his wand and Sirius's wand flew out of his hand. "You're just as bad as mother," Regulus hissed, "cursing an innocent person." Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh, I'm as bad as mother? Who's the one still grovelling about her knees and begging for her admiration?! Who's the one who-"

"CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP AND PUT MY SISTER BACK? FINITE INCANTATUM!" James wove his wand angrily, and you fell back down to the ground. The school had stopped laughing now, and were all just watching intently.

Regulus turned to you, "are you okay?" You dusted yourself off and nodded, "I'm good." You turned to Sirius. "Not that it's any of your business, but Regulus is my boyfriend and I love him. So if you can't deal with that you can just get lost."

James looked the two of you up and down before nodding solemnly. He turned to you, "YN, Regulus, I'm sorry. I didn't see it before, but I do now, and I can tell that you're in love. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to be together, I don't have a problem with it anymore." James nodded at Regulus, who still looked a bit taken aback that he was being addressed.

Sirius scowled, "I still do."

This time it was Regulus who rolled his eyes. He then turned to you and grinned, "since you've got such a problem with it, Sirius, watch this." You looked at Regulus in confusion before getting the memo and grinning. Regulus smiled too, grabbing your waist and leaning in, kissing you on the lips. Slytherin house cheered as the others stared in shock.

Sirius scoffed in disbelief, "whatever." And you smiled, kissing Regulus again. James made a sound, "you better remove Regulus from my sister, Padfoot, or you won't have a brother anymore." You giggled softly, threading your fingers through Regulus's dark curls before looking up into his green eyes and pulling away.

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