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goblin-jr · 8 months ago

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And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

part 4 of 12

Synopsis: New feelings emerge the annual obx bonfire, and maybe rafe makes sense sometimes?

Pairing: unrequited JJ x Reader, Eventual Rafe x Reader

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The beach was alive with energy. Shadows danced across the sand as the bonfire crackled, its flames licking up into the night sky. Music pulsed from a speaker someone had dragged down, a beat that felt like the heartbeat of the entire crowd. It was packed, Kooks and Pogues alike coming together under the shared, unspoken Outer Banks tradition: that bonfires were for everyone. Tonight, social status was checked at the edge of the sand, and the air buzzed with freedom.

Y/N took it all in, smiling as she watched the chaos around her. To her left, Pope was pulling a face as he choked down a swig of the lukewarm beer they’d snagged from an abandoned cooler, and on her right, Kiara was doubling over in laughter as JJ finished off the remains of a sloppy keg stand, his grin as wide as it was reckless.

“Twenty seconds! That’s a record!” Kiara declared, raising her cup as JJ landed, somewhat unsteadily, on his feet. He leaned on Pope, pretending to stagger for effect.

“Twenty-five seconds if you count style points,” JJ retorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And that was a world-class dismount.”

“World-class dismount?” Pope scoffed, though he couldn’t hold back a grin. “That was barely even a landing.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along, joining in with the rest of them. This was her crew—her people. Moments like this reminded her that these were more than just friends; they were family. They shared everything, from scraps to secrets, and it felt easy, right. Here, she didn’t have to be anything but herself.

The group continued to cheer JJ on, tossing him mock praises while he bowed with exaggerated flair. Then he shot a challenging look over at Pope. “Think you can beat that, Pope? Or is Mr. Honour Student scared to take on the keg?”

Pope rolled his eyes, but Y/N could see the glint of competitiveness sparking behind his usual calm. “Step aside, amateurs,” he said, striding toward the keg. “Prepare to witness a true display of keg-standing grace.”

Kiara snorted. “Yeah, you’ll need all the grace you can get to beat JJ’s ‘world-class dismount.’”

Y/N watched as Pope set himself up, bracing his hands on the keg while JJ and Kiara took hold of his legs. The group counted down as Pope lifted up, holding his own surprisingly well. JJ and Kiara kept the playful jeers coming, while Y/N joined in with cheers, laughing so hard her sides hurt. When Pope finally came down, he shook his head with mock disgust at the crowd’s over-the-top applause.

The group quickly settled into their usual rhythm, passing around drinks, teasing each other, and laughing so loudly they drew a few curious glances from the others around the bonfire. Kiara passed Y/N a drink, winking as if sharing a secret. Y/N took a sip, enjoying the taste of freedom mixed with the slight saltiness of the ocean breeze.

Then, as the night continued, something shifted. It was subtle at first, a glance, a small change in the atmosphere. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed a figure entering the firelight, carrying herself with an effortless confidence. Sarah Cameron, arriving with her own Kook crowd. She seemed to glide through the sand, her friends moving aside to let her through as if they’d choreographed the whole thing.

Y/N watched her for a second, noticing how, even among the crowd, Sarah looked almost… untouchable. There was something magnetic about her, even if Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. She glanced around, curious if anyone else had noticed, and saw John B watching Sarah with a look that wasn’t just casual curiosity. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with her as she passed, the kind of look that felt more like a question than a glance.

The thing was, John B hadn’t looked away right away. And Sarah, too, held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary before giving him a small, unreadable smile and moving on.

Y/N felt a small flutter of curiosity, but she quickly brushed it aside. It was probably nothing; John B was just noticing Sarah, like everyone else was. If he was intrigued by her, that was no surprise—everyone seemed to be.

She turned her attention back to the group, pushing aside any thoughts of Sarah Cameron and the strange little moment she’d witnessed. The Pogues were deep into some new joke, Pope recounting a mishap from a surf lesson he’d tried to give a tourist last summer, everyone laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.

It was all familiar, all part of their dynamic. But as Y/N looked around at them—JJ, leaning back with a confident grin; Kiara, always quick with a witty comeback; Pope, rolling his eyes good-naturedly—she felt a faint pang of something. A sense of being surrounded yet slightly apart. They were all laughing, all connected in a way she was part of but also… maybe not entirely. It was subtle, something she couldn’t quite name, but it was there.

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The bonfire crackled on, casting warm, flickering shadows over everyone as laughter and stories echoed into the night. Y/N stretched her legs out on the soft sand, her eyes dancing over her friends as they chatted and laughed around her. The atmosphere was alive, a tangle of music, firelight, and easygoing conversations. She could almost forget the weight that had been following her around lately, the quiet sense that something was off.

JJ was in his usual element, animatedly telling a story about some wild, yet exaggerated, run-in with a tourist and a local cop. His hands flew through the air, mimicking the cop’s serious tone and his own escape from the situation. Everyone laughed, even Pope, who was the least likely to show much amusement.

“Bet you didn’t get off that easy, though!” Kiara teased, nudging JJ with her foot.

“I got off just fine, thank you,” JJ replied with a wink, his grin wide as he glanced over at the crowd. “And speaking of getting off, there’s a cute tourist over there who might need a tour guide tonight.” He gave a sly smile, turning his head toward a group of vacationers by the food table.

John B. shot JJ a mock glare from the other side of the fire, his voice loud over the chatter. “What is it with you and tourists, man? At this point, I’m just concerned for their safety.”

JJ laughed, throwing up his hands in defense. “I’m a professional. Trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Yeah, right,” Pope chimed in, shaking his head as he passed around another beer. “JJ ‘Tour Guide’ Maybank at it again. Should we be concerned for our reputation?”

Kiara rolled her eyes but smiled. “Some things never change.”

As the teasing continued, Y/N joined in, her laughter light and genuine, but underneath it, something else simmered—a slight discomfort she couldn't quite shake. She watched JJ eye the tourist again, clearly sizing her up. It was nothing new, just JJ being... well, JJ. He’d always been carefree, always found someone to flirt with, to connect with, even if it was for one night.

But something about it hit a little harder tonight.

Pope leaned in, his voice intentionally loud, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, when are you gonna find someone to hook up with? You’re, like, the only one here who hasn’t.”

Y/N froze for a second, then forced a laugh. “I’m just… not in the mood for that stuff,” she said, not quite convincing herself. She could feel her friends' eyes on her, even as they all laughed it off.

“Yeah, Y/N,” JJ added without missing a beat, his smile wide and easy. “What, too busy reading books to bother with that stuff?” The words were lighthearted, thrown out with a laugh, but they landed heavier than he realized.

The group chuckled, but Y/N felt a slight tension building in her chest. It was a joke, sure, but it was the second time tonight that someone had mentioned her "lack of experience." As if it defined her in their eyes.

Kiara, sensing the slight shift in Y/N’s mood, leaned over and threw an arm around her. “You know we’re just messing with you, right? You’re one of us—don’t need anyone to complete you or whatever.”

But the words felt hollow, even though Y/N knew Kiara meant well. One of us. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. Y/N had always felt like she was one of the group—the sidekick, the buddy. But she didn't want to be just the "one of the guys" forever. She wanted to be seen differently. She wanted someone to notice her for more than her place in the group.

“Yeah, you’re our moral compass,” Pope added with a grin, raising his cup to her. “You keep us all on the straight and narrow, Y/N.”

She managed a strained smile, raising her own drink in response. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment… I think.” But the weight of their words, their easy camaraderie, left her feeling more like an outsider than ever.

But Y/N felt herself pulling further away, her smile fading just a little. The casual remark—that she was more like the friend who held everyone together, the one who didn’t need anything in return—only reinforced the space between them. She wasn’t the girl they saw in the same light as Kiara. She wasn’t the one who could be flirted with, or kissed in the heat of the moment. She was the one who watched. Who held the drinks, who laughed at the jokes.

The conversation shifted again, and Y/N, trying to mask her discomfort, found herself zoning out. She stared at the fire, the flames dancing in a rhythm that felt almost mocking in its carefree energy.

In the midst of her thoughts, she caught John B.’s gaze across the fire. He looked over at her, offering a quick smile before turning to say something to JJ. His presence—his casual nature, his place in the group—was a sharp reminder that, no matter how much time they spent together, she’d always be just a part of the background. He fit in effortlessly. He had a life outside the group, but when he was with them, he was fully there.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice how John B. had looked at Sarah when she arrived. It was subtle, but it was there. A shared glance. And maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just a casual look, but it stung all the same.

She quickly averted her eyes, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of being left behind. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t that she wanted to be the one to catch John B.’s attention. It was the realization that, in this group, there were parts of her that no one truly saw.

And that thought settled over her like a cold wave.

JJ’s voice broke through her thoughts, his casual tone making her even more aware of the gap she felt. “Well, Y/N’s too good for that stuff anyway. She’s more about, like, keeping her nose in a book or something. Definitely not the party girl type.”

She froze, the teasing jab landing a little too close to home. She could feel all eyes on her for a moment longer than was comfortable. Their laughter, Kiara’s reassuring arm around her shoulders, the lighthearted comments, all felt like they were circling around her, but not letting her in.

She needed air.

Standing quickly, Y/N excused herself, her voice tight. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked toward the shore, the cool night air brushing against her skin, and with every step, she felt more like a stranger to the group she had spent so many years with. She reached the water’s edge and stood there for a moment, staring out at the ocean, the rhythmic waves matching the turmoil inside her.

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The bonfire crackled in the distance, the warmth and laughter of the group growing fainter as Y/N walked along the shore. Her steps felt heavy, her thoughts swirling with the aftertaste of the evening—the teasing, the offhand comments, the feeling of not quite fitting in. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been part of their jokes before, but tonight it was different.

She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much—the jokes about her never hooking up or not being like Kiara. It was just a night, after all. But it all piled up, and now, standing by herself in the cool night air, she couldn’t escape the way she felt. Invisible.

And then she heard footsteps approaching, the familiar sound of someone walking through the sand with a confident stride.

“Where are you going, bookworm?” Rafe’s voice came from behind her, the teasing tone clear even from a distance.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. “Really? You too?” she muttered under her breath, bracing herself for the onslaught of sarcasm. She turned to face him, arms crossed. “I thought we had a truce, Rafe. What do you want?”

Rafe, as usual, didn’t take her irritation seriously. His lips twitched with a mischievous grin, like he always knew how to push her buttons. “Truce? What truce? Come on, you can’t seriously be sulking out here by yourself. The night’s still young, and you’re out here playing emo beachside poetry.”

Y/N scoffed, feeling an odd mix of annoyance and amusement. “Really? Emo beachside poetry? You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Rafe shrugged, unaffected. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep you from brooding. So, what’s the deal? You’re just gonna sit out here while the rest of the world is having fun? You’re not exactly the type to pull a disappearing act.”

She stared at him for a beat, trying to figure out why his presence suddenly felt even more annoying than usual. “I’m not brooding,” she said, but her voice didn’t carry the same confidence. “I just needed a break.”

Rafe, sensing her discomfort but not exactly understanding the full extent of it, shrugged and stepped closer. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this, not when she was usually so steady and unbothered. But he couldn’t help himself—he was always itching to push people’s buttons, especially hers.

A long silence stretched between them. Rafe, for once, wasn’t sure what to say. His usual quips felt wrong in the heavy air, and he hesitated, a rare thing for him.

Y/N broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s the comments,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “About me not hooking up with anyone… or not being like Kiara.” She shook her head, trying to make light of it. “It’s just… it’s nothing, really.”

Rafe frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as he took a step closer. “What are you talking about?” His voice was quieter now, less teasing and more concerned, though he was still doing his best to hide it.

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know. It just… it felt like they don’t see me the way I want to be seen. Like I’m just some ‘one of the guys’ kind of thing. Like I don’t matter the same way they all do.”

Rafe paused, letting the words sink in. His gaze softened for a moment, but his usual wall of sarcasm quickly came back up. “Is that it? You’re mad because you didn’t get the hookup attention?”

Y/N glared at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “That’s not the point, Rafe.”

He took a deep breath, visibly trying to process her words. He wasn’t great with emotions, especially when it came to the people closest to him, but he hated seeing her upset. And he hated not knowing how to help.

“I don’t get you, Y/N,” he said after a beat. “You’ve always been with them. Hell, they act like you’re one of them, one of the crew. And now you’re telling me you’re upset ‘cause you don’t get treated like some girl?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond right away. She could feel the frustration rising again, like a knot in her chest. She had tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. That she was fine with being one of the guys. But she wasn’t fine.

Rafe sighed, his voice softening just a little. “You know, I’ve never been big on feelings or whatever. But I don’t like seeing people hurt. And you... you don’t deserve to feel like that.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by his sudden shift. She hadn’t expected him to be this… serious. For a moment, she almost didn’t know what to say.

Rafe, still a little uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, tried to make light of it. “Look, I’ve always thought of you as one of the guys. I mean, you hang with them more than anyone, right? It’s like you’re part of the crew. But… now that I’m seeing this, it’s like, huh. Maybe there’s more to you than just being the ‘bookworm’ in the back.” His tone had a subtle softness to it, like he was trying to figure out something about her—and maybe himself, too.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. The words she had been holding in all night slipped out before she could stop them. “I—uh, I have a crush on JJ,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “I think I always have.”

Rafe blinked, caught off guard. “Oh. Well, I can see that. JJ’s, uh... JJ. The golden boy, right?” He paused, then added, more seriously, “But JJ’s not exactly the best at noticing what’s right in front of him. So, don’t get your hopes up.”

Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She wasn’t sure why she had said it—maybe because Rafe didn’t seem to judge her like the others did, maybe because she needed to get it out. “I know. I know it’s stupid. It’s complicated.”

Rafe shifted, sitting down beside her, though his usual confidence seemed to have faded a little. “Yeah, relationships are complicated. I wouldn’t know much about them, to be honest.” He shrugged, trying to keep things light, but his tone was tinged with something more—maybe a little vulnerability that he wasn’t used to showing. “I don’t do that whole ‘feelings’ thing. And honestly, I don’t really think anyone should, if I’m being real.”

Y/N turned to look at him, surprised by the shift in his attitude. It wasn’t the usual Rafe—there was something a little more... human in his words.

“I don’t know why anyone gets into relationships, honestly,” Rafe continued, his voice more thoughtful now. “They always seem messy. I’ve seen enough of that in my family. But maybe that’s why I stay out of it. Keeps it simple.”

Y/N nodded slowly, understanding more than she let on. “Yeah. I get that.”

Rafe broke the silence with a half-smile, his usual cocky grin returning. “Look, I’m not saying I have all the answers, but you’re not just some sidekick, Y/N. You deserve more than that. Anyone who can’t see that... they’re blind.”

Y/N stared out at the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore, her thoughts swirling. She hadn’t expected this conversation with Rafe to feel like it was unearthing something real inside her, but here they were. It was the first time in a long while she felt like someone understood, even if it was Rafe—a guy who seemed to care more about being a pain in her side than anything else.

“So, what now?” she asked, her voice quieter. "Do I just keep pretending it doesn’t matter? That I’m okay with being invisible?"

Rafe shifted beside her, his presence solid and unexpected. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waves and the crackling of the bonfire far in the distance.

“Maybe don’t pretend,” he said after a beat. “But don’t expect everything to change overnight, either. You can’t force people to see you differently, even if they’re close to you. If they don’t get it, that’s on them. And if they do—well, then that’s when things get messy. But I think you deserve better than being invisible.”

Y/N glanced at him, her brow furrowed. She wasn’t sure what to make of his words, but she felt like she might be seeing a different side of him for the first time. Not the brash, cocky Rafe, but the one who understood what it felt like to be lost in the crowd.

"You're kind of making sense, you know?" Y/N said, half-laughing, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Rafe gave a small shrug, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I do that sometimes."

For the first time that night, Y/N felt like she could breathe a little easier. Maybe she wasn’t completely alone in feeling invisible. But the night was far from over, and Y/N knew that her place in the group—and the way she was seen—was something she’d have to face sooner or later.

"Thanks, Rafe," she said quietly, almost as an afterthought.

He gave her a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t mention it, bookworm. Just don’t go getting any ideas, alright?"

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Don’t worry. You’re the last person I’d ever have ideas about."

They both stayed quiet for a while longer, watching the waves, the firelight casting flickering shadows over the sand. It wasn’t the end of her internal battle, but for a moment, it felt like maybe she had a little more clarity. Just a little more understanding. And that was enough for now.

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Next up: morning confrontations and coffee mishaps

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apheliaholmes · 15 days ago

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The Coffee Shop

☆ AO3 ~ 10k words microfic

It was very random when Remus found a job in this coffee shop. It started during a very rainy afternoon, after a visit to a local bookshop. Remus ran into the first shop open, the coffee one. It was a warm and welcoming coffee shop, in a very rich neighbourhood. As Remus was talking with the barista, he learned they were looking for someone, and he naturally asked if he could work here.

Work was a bit far away from Remus’ flat. He had to take the underground for around 30 minutes and walk for 10 minutes more before finally arriving. He lived in a poor neighbourhood, far away from the rich ones the coffee shop was. He didn’t study at Queen Mary or even go to Eton College, he was far away from this world. But the customers he served were from this world.

Remus started to get used to seeing private drivers waiting outside the coffee, boys and girls with very jewellery that was worth his yearly salary. But he didn’t really cared. He just served coffee, tea, some pastries, smile politely and doesn’t ask questions.

Though… There was always that one customer he asked a few questions here and there. He always ordered the same things: a black coffee, a glass of cold water — no ice —, and a blueberry muffin. In summer, he ordered an iced coffee — almond milk — with a lot of ice. If Remus were working at Starbucks, he would have asked for his name, but the coffee shop wasn’t like that. He learned his name a random Tuesday afternoon, when a blond guy called him as he entered the coffee shop “Regulus”.

“Pretty name for a pretty man.” Remus though in himself.

The few months he spent working here, Remus grew even more hateful of rich people. Seeing them every day, in their perfect and protected little bubble, was starting to drive him mad. The comings and goings of Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, and Range Rover in front of the coffee shop was a ballet he grew disgusted with. He didn’t hate the fact that people had money, he hated the fact that some people could be so rich that they were as rich as some countries.

It’s when he was in the underground that he learned that this “Regulus” was, in fact, one of them. On top of the food chain of the rich. While randomly scrolling on Bluesky, he saw a news article, something about a CEO and a scandal about something he didn’t care to read, until he saw the picture of Regulus. Some paparazzi had followed his father and the whole family to an exclusive dinner in one of the most expensive restaurants in London. You couldn’t even get a table without waiting six months and even then, you had to answer a few questions about your motivation to be a participant in the “experience” — which was eating very expensive food in very small quantities. That’s how Remus learned — while reading the article — that Regulus was Black. As in the private bank “Black”. His father, mother, and probably the whole damn family were billionaires, and Regulus was probably a millionaire if his parents had placed some stocks in his name or even brought property in his name.

And that’s how Remus started to feel disgusted with Regulus. Something changed. He wasn’t a cute customer that he made chit-chat with here and there. He was a fucking silver spoon child, even a diamond spoon at his point. A rich fucker that never learnt the real value of money, work, or even moving his — lovely — ass to make himself a cup of coffee or clean his room.

Remus started to change his shifts at his work, making sure to avoid Black Junior, since he had an older brother who seemed to have a lot of issues with the law. Remus wanted to avoid Regulus, because a part of him felt humiliated to serve an entitled brat like him. He hated waking up in the morning for only the purpose of making coffee for people who would never consider him as equal. Just another lower-class person, at their service for £12 an hour when they probably win this amount of money every nanosecond.

For a few months, Remus managed to avoid Regulus pretty well, until he had to replace one of his coworkers. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Just working from 10 a.m. until 6.pm. having a quick break in the middle, which for Remus was taking a sandwich and going to the nearby park or in the bookstore just around the corner. Regulus never stopped by on a Wednesday afternoon anyway, so, yeah… no big deal.

And that’s exactly how the day went by. He served some clients, cleaned some cups, and prayed no one would bring the last blueberry muffin so he could take it home tonight with him. Since the baker of the coffee shop insisted on throwing away every product that didn’t sell during the day and only selling fresh products every day, Remus was used to nearly never having to go grocery shopping and living only on muffins, brownies, and chicken and brie sandwiches.

At 5.59pm. just a tiny minute before Remus was free from hell, the door opened and, to his great misfortune, it was Regulus Black. The boy didn’t look up from his brand-new iPhone, he walked to the counter and didn’t even look at Remus.

“A black coffee and a blueberry muffin,” he said, texting on his phone.

Remus had a smirk and laid his arms on the checkout counter. The muffin was his, it was 5.59.pm, he wasn’t going to work an hour more, Regulus always stayed at least an hour.

“We’re closed. Come back tomorrow.”

Regulus looked up fast, as it was the first time he had been denied something.

“Pardon me?”

Remus wanted to laugh at the face Regulus made. A small frown, a superiority look, soft pink cheeks, probably from frustration.

“You hear me, Black? We’re closed.”

“There is a blueberry muffin just here,” Regulus said, watching the pastry display. “And a black coffee will take you two minutes to make.”

“It’s 6.pm. I’m done with work, and the muffin is mine. Learn to read when a shop is open or not.” Remus shows Regulus the opening time. “I’m sure you can read numbers.”

When they looked back at each other, Remus had a satisfied look on his face, while Regulus’ eyes were darkened.

“Listen Remus, I’m just asking for-“ “You didn’t ask. You didn’t even say “hi”, or “please”, you just ordered. I’m not working for you. And my shift is over. So get out of the coffee.”

Regulus clenched his hand around his phone, his arm along his body.

“Why are you acting like that, you never used to be bitchy before.”

Remus shrugged, “Maybe I’m just bored to serve your ungrateful ass.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he had gone too far.

“Wow… I see, yeah. Weeks without seeing you working here, and suddenly you hate my guts. Nice…”

Regulus walked away, holding the front door of the shop.

“I thought you were cool, you know? I liked the few conversations we had.”

“Suddenly realising poor people are interesting too?”

Regulus let go of the door. “What is wrong with you? Do you have a personal vendetta against me or what? I’ve always been the same since we met.”

“I just didn’t know who you were, that’s all.” Replied Remus, upset.

“You don’t know me!”

“I don’t want to anyway! A rich kid from mommy and daddy’s money, with a private chauffeur waiting for you outside and a Centurion Card. I don’t want to know someone like that!”

“Fine. Fuck you.” Regulus said, getting out of the coffee shop.

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Three weeks. Three long weeks that Remus made his best to avoid Regulus when he knew he would come into the coffee shop to study or be with his friends. At first, he thought Regulus would have contacted his boss and made him be fired, or something like that, but none of that happened. He tried to act normal, to not let his heart rush when he heard the door open or mistook someone with short and black hair for Regulus.

It’s during his Monday morning shift that he saw Regulus for the first time after their… argument? Was it an argument or an awful way to treat a customer? Probably both. Regulus was accompanied by a boy, taller than him, but with the same eyes, same nose, same hair. Probably Sirius, his brother, the one with trouble with the law.

“Heya darling.” Said Sirius looking at the menu. “Mhh- I’m going to take a matcha please, and” He looked at the pastries. “A chocolate cheesecake please.”

“Sure.” Said Remus preparing the matcha and cutting the cake.

“Come on Reg, take something for fuck sake.” Whispered Sirius.

“I’m not angry.”

“He’ll take a black coffee and a blueberry muffin.” Said Sirius anyway.

Remus tried not to smile at their interaction, he was sure it was his brother now. He made their order rapidly, not bothering to make some small talk, he wasn’t in the mood anyway.

“You’re the one who put Regulus at his place, right?” Said Sirius, crossing his arms.

“Siri!” Said Regulus, upset, giving him a murderous look.

Remus looked up, noticing the tattoos around Sirius’s arms.

“I guess. I don’t know how many times your brother has beef with baristas.”

Sirius laughed. “Fair enough. You’re right anyway, he is a little bitch.”

Regulus was about to say something, but Sirius didn’t leave him the time to.

“You’re paying, by the way.” And Sirius left like that, walking to take a seat in the corner of the coffee shop.

Remus tried his best not to chuckle. Sirius and Regulus were so different and yet so similar.

“How much for it?”

“£14.05 please.”

Regulus paid, taking the tray where the matcha, cheesecake, coffee, and blueberry muffin were, but he didn’t leave right away.

“You need napkins or something?” Asked Remus while cleaning a cup of tea.

“Listen, I— for the list time, I want to say sorry, okay. But you were pretty aggressive too, to be honest. Yeah, I’m from the Black family, and I’m not ashamed of that. But all the societal problems are not because of me, okay?” He ran his hand in his hair, nervously. “And I think you should know me. Maybe you’ll like what you’ll see. But I’m not my family’s cliché or values. I’m just, Regulus.”

He pushed the muffin toward Remus. “As a peace offer. I like this coffee and the grumpy barista, I don’t want to come here like it’s a battlefield, okay?”

Remus looked at him, well aware of the gaze of Sirius on both of them.

“Fine. Just because there is the muffin.” Remus said, taking the muffin.

Regulus chuckled softly. “Thanks.”

★

Remus didn’t feel the need to avoid Regulus anymore, but he didn’t feel the need either to take a shift at the same time Black was in the coffee shop. He simply tried not to really care, which wasn’t successful. When he was bored, which happened often, he found himself opening his laptop and searching about the Black family. The scandal about money laundering the Bank did, or at least, didn’t declare, the stock they had in obscure private funds, or even some tax evasion some of the family members did. Remus was pretty sure it was just the tip of the iceberg, but for some reason he didn’t truly want to know more. Sirius and Regulus spent their whole scholarship at private schools, the most expensive one in England, probably even in the world. Sirius had an Instagram account but seemed to have been suspended, Remus wondered if it was by the platform itself or because the Blacks didn’t like what he was posting on it. And for Regulus, he seemed to have no social media at all, or at least, well hidden.

Around October, during one of his breaks, Remus was, as usual, eating his chicken and brie sandwich in the park. It was a cold afternoon, but Remus was a firm believer that there weren’t such things as bad weather, just bad cloth. He had a book opened on his lap — The Three Musketeers — and his headphones on his head, immersing him in a calm atmosphere. Until two cold fingers softly tapped his shoulder.

“James, not now,” he said, not even looking.

The cold hand softly made him slide his headphones down his neck.

“Not James. Should I be jealous?” Regulus said teasingly.

As Regulus took a seat next to Remus, Remus looked at him with a look of surprise, or maybe confusion, probably both.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s a park, everyone can walk in a park, Remus. You should read the sign.” He said teasingly as Remus made the same statement when they had their argument, saying to Black he should read the opening hours of the coffee shop.

“Very funny, Black.” Lupin said, rolling his eyes.

“That’s one of my qualities. I have a lot of them.”

“Being humble is not one of them.” Replied Remus.

Regulus chuckled, looking down at the book Remus was reading.

“A classic. I see.” Regulus looked up, noticing that Remus didn’t stop looking at him. “Who’s James, by the way? A boyfriend I should be aware of?”

Remus scoffed. “My personal life is not something you need to be aware of.”

“The issue is that I want to be aware of your personal life. You see, grumpy barista,” Regulus said, fiddling with the sleeve of Remus’s sweater. “I like the idea of knowing you better.”

“You see, entitled brat, I like the idea of a peaceful and unbothered life.” Said Remus with the same tone Regulus used.

“I’m not a bother, nor is it peaceful. Quite the opposite.” Regulus started to feel his cheeks hot as Remus didn’t break the eye contact. “I have a dinner party at my flat next Saturday. Wine, cheese, bread, board games, jazz, and candlelight. I would like it if you could join us.”

“Us?”

Regulus nodded, moving his thumb on his bottom lip, a nervous habit.

“Sirius, my brother, you already met him. Evan, the blond guy I’m having a coffee with every Monday morning. And Barty, his boyfriend, the guy with the piercing on his lips and elbows. You can come with this, James, your boyfriend, right?”

Remus chuckled, finding amusing how Regulus wanted to know if James was his boyfriend or not.

“He is not.”

“Mh— Interesting. Someone else has this place already perhaps?”

“Perhaps not.”

Regulus smiled, nodding. “Very well then. Invite him anyway, it will keep Sirius company.”

Remus chuckled. “What makes you think I will come?”

“It will be a good way to make yourself forgive me for the awful things you said to me.” Regulus pouted dramatically. “I’m still very hurt.”

Remus laughed, looking up. “Fuck sake… Alright.”

Regulus stood up. “Give me your phone.”

Remus lifted his eyebrow, “I think you forget something.” He smiled seeing Regulus rolling his eyes.

“Please, give me your phone Remus.”

He pulled out his phone, an old phone with a non-existent screen play.

“What is that? A dumb phone?”

“Yeah, just shut it and put your number in it.” Replied Remus.

And that’s what Regulus did, he also called himself on his personal phone, to have Remus’s phone number.

“I’ll text you the address. It’s a casual dress code, don’t worry.”

Remus chuckled. “I didn’t worry, I don’t do other than casual anyway.”

Regulus stayed here, standing in front of Remus.

“You should go, you’ll be late for your work.” Regulus said softly.

“Sure, I’ll see you Saturday, maybe.” Teased Remus as he stood up.

He was way taller than Regulus, which made Black a bit frustrated.

“Not “maybe”. I see you Saturday.” And Regulus walked away, only smiling when his back was facing Remus.

★

“I’m sure they’re going to sacrifice us and drink our blood. Rich people do that, right?” James said, getting out of the elevator — who smelled really good. “Fuck, what if they eat us? Maybe we are the meal?”

“Shut up, for fuck sake, James! I should never have made you a Reddit account.” Remus said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

James brushed the dust off his jacket, obviously nervous. Remus knocked on the door of Regulus’s apartment, trying to act like all of this was normal and not weird at all.

“I just don’t want my dick to be cut when I’m still alive, Rem’…”

“James, just shut the fuck up for fuck—” Remus stopped as the door opened to a blond man, Evan, if Remus remembered correctly.

“Hey! You must be James! Hi Remus, how are you, mate?” Said Evan, shaking James’s hand and hugging Remus rapidly.

They were both invited into the flat, and James’s thoughts seemed to disappear as Evan started to make jokes. Remus stayed on the door mat, closing the door and looking around. He saw Sirius pushing Regulus towards him, and finally walking in his direction.

“Hey, thanks for coming.”

“Sure.” Remus said, offering a plant in a pot. “It’s a housewarming present. It’s a Pelargonium. You have to water it from time to time. I made you a note on the back, just in case.”

Regulus smiled, taking the plant. “Thanks, you shouldn’t have.”

Remus nodded, a bit uncomfortable. The flat was big, at the entrance was a big kitchen on the right, and the living room was without a doubt the double size of Remus’s studio.

“You want a drink?” Ask Regulus asked, noticing how Remus seemed out of place.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“White, red, champagne, prosecco, whiskey, vodka?” Regulus asked as he walked to the open kitchen.

“Uhm, red wine sounds fine, thanks.” Remus said as he removed his jacket.

He gave a quick look at the living room, noticing James was speaking with the three other guests.

“He is cute.” Said Regulus, giving Remus his glass of wine.

“James?” Asked Remus while nodding politely as he took the glass. “Yeah, a true heartthrob.”

Regulus pinched his lips, before drinking his glass of white wine. Remus tried not to act surprised when he took a sip of his glass, it was the most exquisite and probably the most expensive wine he ever tasted.

“You have always been friends? You and James, I mean.” Asked Regulus, faking arranging some cheese on a charcuterie board.

“Yeah, since kindergarten. Our family used to live next door to each other. And if your question implies if we dated, the answer is no. But we were both our first kiss, when we were four. I hope I don’t break your heart with this news.”

Regulus chuckled, trying his best not to blush.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Of course not.” Remus said teasingly. “Need help with something?” He said looking around the kitchen.

“Yeah, serve a drink to James, I don’t know what he is drinking.”

“All depends if you want to see him pass out or not. White wine will be fine for him.” Remus said as he opened a bottle of white wine and poured a glass. He tried to remember the name of the bottle to check the price once he got home.

As Regulus and Remus joined James, Evan, Barty, and Sirius in the living room, Remus started to relax a bit, feeling more comfortable with James around. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sirius, Evan, or Barty, nor Regulus, it was more that James and he knew each other since babies and that the couch they were both sitting on was probably at a six-digit price tag. And that made Remus uneasy.

James didn’t seem to be bothered by any of it, he was in his element, meeting new people, having a conversation with them, asking questions, listening, the perfect situation for an extrovert. Remus tried to speak a bit too, but in reality, he just answered some questions Evan asked him. Sirius had noticed his introvert demeanour and didn’t try to push further questions, while Barty wasn’t confident enough to ask questions; he didn’t trust himself not to ask weird and inappropriate questions; he needed a few more drinks for that.

“And, do you have someone in your life, James?” Asked Sirius with a melodic voice.

Remus chuckled silently, noticing how Sirius was suddenly way more flirty with James, his arms behind James on the couch, the older Black batting his eyelashes in a soft manner.

“Can I smoke on the balcony?” Asked Remus in a whisper to Regulus.

“Yeah, sure.”

With a small smile, Remus stood up, walking rapidly towards the entrance where he left his jacket, took a cigarette and a lighter, and walked to the balcony. As he closed the door and noticed Regulus’s gaze on him, like he was scrutinising his actions.

“Fuck sake, seriously?” Whispered Remus as he watched how big the balcony was.

It had multiple kinds of flowers on it, a small citrus tree, a wooden table with six chairs around it, and a cosy corner with a couch in wood and a lot of cushions on it. Remus ran his hand through his hair, knowing for a fact all the furniture was even more expensive than the price of his whole studio.

He rapidly lit his cigarette, needing nicotine and alcohol to survive to the evening. He hated being here, in the most expensive part of London, having a cosy night with the people from the most richest and wealthiest family in the world, like everything was normal, like they were the same.

“Not too cold?”

He took a drag of his cigarette before turning his head to the left.

“No, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the evening.” Said Regulus, holding himself as it was a bit chilly outside.

“Not my kind of party.” Remus replied, looking away, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

“What’s your thing then?” Regulus took a step closer. “Nightclub? Romantic restaurant? Walk in a park?”

“Somewhere where the wine doesn’t cost my annual rent, for a starter.” Remus said, a bit bitter.

“I always treat my guests with the best.” Said Regulus, trying to ease the conversation.

Remus scoffed, “You think I couldn’t treat my guests well if I didn’t offer a Dom Pérignon? Or a cheese imported from France in a private jet?”

“Listen… I know you’re upset because my family has money, but—“

“I’m not upset because your family has money, I’m upset because in this world it’s possible to have that much money. Billionaire type, nearly trillionaire in a few years. That’s what’s disgusting.”

Regulus pinched his lips together, looking away from Remus.

“But… I made my own money. I own a jewellery brand, a brand that I made myself.”

“With the money of your parents, don’t try to make me think having contacts in the luxury world, and parents to help you with your business made you a self-made man. It doesn’t, Regulus.” Replied Remus, looking back at him. “You are in another world, far from reality, a small and exclusive bubble of rich and condescending people.”

“Then why are you here if I’m so disgusting in your eyes?”

Remus shrugged. “Curiosity, I guess.”

“Could you give me a chance at least? To prove to you that, yes I’m rich but not the asshole type of rich.”

“For what? Huh? Show me that you can have everything just because you want to? Or that after all you have some deep personality without all that money?”

“James seems to like us, maybe if you tried to know me, you could like me too.”

“James could be friends with some stray raccoons.”

Regulus chuckled, not impressed by Remus’s tentative push to push him away with his remarks.

“Come on, I’m not backing down… Give me a chance. I won’t beg another time.” Said Regulus, taking Remus’ cigarette, smoking it without breaking eye contact.

Remus wasn’t impressed, but smiled a bit as Regulus’ chin was up, trying to match their height difference.

“I have some conditions then.”

“I’m listening.” Said Regulus, blowing up the smoke.

“No more parties like this, with expensive shits. You stop being a silver spoon brat. And you were your hair down.” Remus said, taking back the cigarette between his fingers, voluntarily touching Regulus’ fingers.

Regulus’ eyes drifted rapidly from Remus’ eyes to his fingers, before getting up to his lips and back to his eyes.

“Fine.”

“Like, right now,” Remus said, smoking softly.

“Hair down won’t match my fit.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Remus blew some smoke at Regulus’ nose. “We have a deal or not?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re boring.” His hand went up behind his head, removing the low bun he had, and the soft wind shook his hair. “Happy now?”

“Yeah, very much.”

“Let’s get back inside. I’m freezing to death.” Regulus said, trying to imply the red of his cheeks was because of the cold.

As they went back inside, some laughs could be heard from James and Barty playing a card game, making fun of how Evan and Sirius were terribly losing.

“I swear to God you’re cheating! Both of you!” said Sirius, slapping his cards on the coffee table.

“I’m just naturally good at anything.” replied James, smirking.

“Anything? You sure?” teased back Sirius.

“Hundred percent sure,” smirked James before drinking his wine.

Remus didn’t comment on that, silently laughing.

“Who will make the first move?” whispered Barty to Remus. “I bet £10 on Sirius.”

Remus chuckled, looking at him. “I bet £20 on James for sure.”

The evening went by, with an embarrassing flirt between Sirius and James, a lovely eye contact between Evan and Barty, and weird avoiding conversation between Remus and Regulus. After a few bottles down, Remus felt his cheek a bit hot, and his mind less clear.

“I can make some pasta if anyone is hungry?” said Regulus, standing up from his chair, stretching enough to make his sweater revealing his lower stomach.

Remus tried not to lick his lips, but he wasn’t sure himself if he did or didn’t.

“Pasta sounds great,” he answered, looking up at Regulus’s face, unashamed of being caught staring.

“Truffle on top for me,” said Barty, kissing Evan’s neck.

Regulus rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen, perfectly aware of Remus’s gaze on him, or perhaps his ass. That’s why he rolled his hips this way.

“Probably should help him, he can burn pasta even without fire,” whispered Sirius to Remus. “Just saying he should need the help of someone, you know.”

Remus finished his glass in a rapid sip and walked to the kitchen, letting Barty and Evan nearly make out on the couch, and James and Sirius wishing to do the same.

“Need help?” He said, leaning against the wall. “I figured a spoiled brat like you wouldn’t be able to cook without poisoning us.”

Regulus showed him his middle finger, which made Remus laugh softly.

“Should the water be boiling before or after I put the pasta in?” He said teasingly.

“Need a cooking coach now?”

“You offered help. I think I need someone to teach me.” Regulus said with puppy eyes.

Remus rolled his eyes, leaving the wall he was leaning on to walk towards Regulus.

“You don’t have any skills except being pretty, huh?” Remus rhetorically asked while pulling his sleeves up and washing his hands.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Switch on the gas before I choke you with your fucking truffles.”

Regulus laughed, a sound Remus was starting to be fond of. He filled a pot of water and put it on the gas before looking around, trying to find some condiments.

“I didn’t know you were a chef.” Said Regulus while opening the fridge and putting out some cheese, butter, tomatoes, and herbs.

“You don’t know anything about me when you think of it. It’s irresponsible of you to invite a stranger into your house.” Remus said while washing some tomatoes, before cutting some garlic.

“What can I say… Pretty face makes me dumb…”

Remus chuckled, looking up. “Do you have olive oil? It’s better for the pasta.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Regulus pulls on his hair on the side, looking for olive oil, trying not to blush as he feels Remus’ gaze following each of his movements.

“I like your hair down like this. Suits you better. It’s giving you a more wild look.” Remus said, putting back Regulus’ hair.

“Your hand smells garlic.” Regulus said, trying to pretend he didn’t hear Remus or didn’t feel his hand in his hair.

“That’s what happens when you touch garlic. You don’t like it? It’s good for your heart.” Remus said, moving his hand over Regulus’s cheek.

“Not good when you want to kiss someone. And for your heart, I know some cardio can be as good.” Regulus said while eating a piece of tomato, well aware of the small drop of juice rolling from his bottom lip to his chin.

Remus raised an eyebrow, surprised by how Regulus was flirting with him. A small smirk appeared on his lips, and he moved his hand from Regulus’s cheek to his jaw, his thumb wiping the tomato juice.

“Hey! If you want to fuck my baby brother, do not do it in the kitchen while I’m here, okay!?” Screamed Sirius from the couch.

Regulus looked suddenly toward his brother, throwing a wooden spatula at him. “Then don’t fuck James on my couch, asshole!”

Some laughs warmed up the apartment. And Remus looked back at the tomatoes he was cutting.

“Sorry for that.” said Regulus, adding some salt to the water.

“That’s fine. I won’t fuck you in the kitchen right now, don’t worry.” replied Remus, pretending this sentence was absolutely normal to say.

After Remus finished preparing the meal and put the pasta in the boiling water, Regulus disappeared for a few minutes. And when he came back, his cheeks were a bit red and his hair a bit disheveled. No one in the living room seemed to pay attention to it, but Remus didn’t miss it.

“You’re okay?” he asked, serving the pasta in some bowls he found on the kitchen shelves.

“Yes, thanks for… basically cooking the whole meal.” Regulus said, avoiding eye contact.

“No worries. Couldn’t let you do that all alone, huh?” Replied Remus in a teasing tone before giving a bowl to Regulus. “Tell me if you like it.”

Regulus grabbed a fork before eating the pasta, suddenly looking at Remus. “Fuck, that’s really good.”

“Why are you so surprised by my culinary talent?” Remus said, holding two bowls before going to the living room and serving Evan and Barty, before coming back.

“I should hire you as my personal chef.” Regulus said, eating again.

“Or maybe try to be friends with me and let me teach you how to cook and survive on your own? What about that?” Remus said, holding two other bowls.

Regulus nodded, his mouth full.

“Be careful, you have sauce on the corner of your mouth,” Remus said with a wink before going back to the living room.

Regulus did his best to choke on the pasta and rapidly wiped the corner of his mouth before taking Remus’s bowl and joining him in the living room.

“Thanks.” whispered Remus as he watched Regulus sitting next to him.

James noticed how they both looked at each other, and for a moment he wondered if he had messed something up between them, but found himself distracted again when Sirius laughed softly.

As the evening was dying out, James and Remus were on helping with the dishes before getting ready to leave.

“You can stay here if you want, I have some guest rooms.” Said Regulus, holding his chest, strangely shy.

“Nah, we’re good. I don’t like sleeping in strangers’ beds.” Said James, closing his jacket.

The sentence made Sirius confused for a moment.

“Was nice anyway, thanks for the invitation.” Said Remus politely.

“Anytime.”

Regulus had that drunk smile on his face, but he wished Remus could stay longer.

★

Regulus was torturing himself for four days, wondering if he should text Remus, go to the coffee shop and act like they hadn’t flirted the whole evening, or if he should ignore him and wait for him to beg for his attention. Which, from what he knew about Remus, was less likely to happen.

“Not used to not being pursued, huh?” Teased Sirius while tapping on his phone.

“Shut up, Siri. I’m just… leaving him some space. I don’t want to make him feel I’m desperate.”

“But you are desperate for him, Reggie. It’s all over your face. And you were practically bent over the kitchen counter the other day, nearly begging him to—“

“Shut up! Who are you texting anyway? It’s our brother night!” Pouted Regulus, trying to see Sirius’s phone.

“James. He sent me a pic of his abs. He’s going to be my favourite ice cream.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Jealous. Text Remus, he is with James right now.” Sirius said, texting again, chuckling silently as some texts James sent him.

“You’re a pathetic whore.” Replied Regulus, looking at the movie neither of them were paying attention to.

A few hours went by, Sirius had left his phone on the coffee table, smiling every time the screen lit up as James was sending him messages.

“You’re ignoring him?” Regulus asked, eating popcorn.

“No. Making him needy.”

“He’s a nice guy, don’t play with him like that.”

“It’s just a bit of teasing.” Sirius drank his diet Pepsi. “And… Yeah, he’s a nice guy, I like him to be honest.”

“Do you think Remus likes me too?” Screamed Regulus on a pillow.

“You’re pathetic.” Said Sirius watching back his phone when James sent him another text.

★

“Should I text him?” Remus said, looking at the ceiling. “If I do, he’s going to think I like him, and if I don’t, he’s going to think I don’t. But if I do too early, he’s going to think I’m under his charm, which I am, but I can’t let him know about it, and if I text too late, he will find someone else. I don’t want to be nonchalant, but I don’t want to be over the top.” He face-palmed, screaming slightly. “I can’t date a Black person seriously. Have you seen his flatmate? And I don’t want to be like him. I mean, you know what I mean, huh?” Remus looked up at James, but James was on his phone.

“Yeah, sure, bro.”

“Pete?” Asked Remus.

Peter looked up from his Nintendo switch. “Honestly, man, it’s been four days. You can text him, asking him for a date or something.”

“Nah, I can’t.”

“Then deal with him being with someone else one day,” Peter said before continuing his game of Mario Kart.

“Fuck… You’re right…” Replied Remus by taking his phone.

“He’s with Sirius, by the way. I can ask him how he’s reacting to your text.” Said James.

“No, don’t! What are you talking about with Sirius anyway?”

“Well—”

“Please. No.” Interrupted Peter. “I’m too pure for that.”

Remus went to Regulus’s contact in his phone, opening the text app. He tried to type some words, but wasn’t happy with the result, even after multiple attempts.

“I’m going to smoke.” He said, walking to his small balcony and closing the door. “Just a phone call, nothing crazy.” He said to himself as he pressed the call button on his phone.

After a few minutes of ring tone, he heard a noise, like a door closing, and finally heard Regulus’s voice.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Remus said, smiling. “I thought I should call you, asking you if you’re surviving the awful lovemaking between your brother and James.”

Regulus chuckled, and started to walk into his room. “No, that’s disgusting. I might pass out if I see Sirius giggle once more.”

Remus chuckled softly, “Yeah, same here. I think they really like each other, to be honest.”

“Seems like it, yes. Never saw Sirius being serious with someone.” Regulus said before sitting on his bed. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. And you?”

“Fine too.” Regulus said before a silence started to build between them. “Missed your voice.”

Remus smirked softly, holding his phone tightly. “Yeah? Why that?”

“I don’t know, I just like it.” Regulus said, closing his eyes.

Remus hummed, looking up at the sky. “You know Regulus is a star, right?”

“Of course. Our parents named us because of stars, it’s a family thing. Why?”

“No reason. I find it cute, that’s all.”

Regulus smiled, “Me or the star?”

“Both.” Remus said taking a drag of his cigarette.

A soft and comfortable silent build-up between the two of them. The old phone of Remus made a low hum, that Regulus could hear, but he didn’t bother him.

“I was thinking. Maybe you could… come over? One day, if you want, I mean.” Remus said, running his hand on his face. That was pathetic, he thought.

“To your place?” Asked Regulus, opening his eyes suddenly.

“Yep. It’s obviously smaller than your flat, but way cooler.” He answered, smiling. “We could, I don’t know, watch a movie, cook together like last time.”

“You mean me watching you cook and me disturbing you while you cook, right?”

Remus smiled. “Yeah, something like that. Or just ordering something.”

Regulus smiled, not answering right away, just wanting to build the tension.

“Sounds great.” He said quickly, unable to wait longer. “Should I bring something?”

“Nope. We’ll drink cheap wine, a huge bag of chips, and you won’t complain or bring anything at all.” Remus insisted.

Regulus chuckled. “Fine.” He said, already knowing he’ll bring chocolate, remembering Remus told him during the party four days ago he really liked chocolate.

“Hair down, otherwise the deal doesn’t work.” Remus insisted.

“Of course.” Regulus sat on his bed. “I should go, Sirius is being dramatic.”

“See you, Friday, let’s say?” Remus asked, unsure.

“Friday, your place. Perfect.” Regulus said, smiling like an idiot.

“See you.”

“Bye.”

★

Remus’s studio was well decorated: he had a couch, a coffee table, a TV, a road table with four chairs, a double bed hidden behind some curtains, and a multitude of bookshelves everywhere. His kitchen was simple: a fridge, an electric cooker, an oven, a sink, and a few drawers. But today, his place seemed too small, not good enough. It was warm, yes, he lighted a few candles, not for a romantic purpose, but just because it’s something he always did, the tv was on a random documentary about history, he had pre-made lasagna and they were grilling in the oven, his apartment immersed in a delicious smell. But he was scared it wasn’t good enough for Regulus, and he nearly wanted to cancel their date. Was it even a date? He didn’t know it himself.

As his mind was starting to overthink, he heard the intercom ring. And without even answering it, he pushed a button to open the building door, before getting out of his flat and walking downstairs.

It’s only when he saw Regulus that his mind shut down.

“I said you didn’t have to bring anything.” Remus said, noticing Regulus’s package in his hands.

“Ha, it’s strange, I don’t remember that.” He said, smiling as Remus stopped in front of him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

They smiled softly, before Remus made a small head gesture toward the stairs. “You’re coming?”

“Yeah, sure.”

As they both entered in Remus flat, the latter was anxious, he tried to analysed Regulus expression.

“You were right, you’re flat is way cooler than mine.” Regulus said before finally looking at Remus.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Regulus removed his shoes and jacket, trying his best to not blush when Remus took it before putting it on a chair. “Smells good.”

“Lasagne. My mother’s recipe. Thought I wouldn’t risk making you cook.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” Regulus said, standing awkwardly. “Uhm— That’s for you, by the way.” He said, giving the small package to Remus.

“Thanks, but you really shouldn’t have.”

“Shut up, open it.”

Remus scoffed before opening it. “How did you—”

“I asked Sirius to ask James what your favourite chocolate brand was. I must admit, Charbonnel et Walker are my favourite too.” Regulus said, taking a step closer.

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome. Thought it might make you smile a bit.” He said, brushing some hair from Remus’s face.

“That worked.” Remus said, chuckling, liking the proximity Regulus decided to make.

“Would you mind if I hugged you?” Questioned Regulus asked nervously.

“Not at all.” Answered Remus answered before putting the chocolate box on the dining table.

Regulus pulled down his sleeves as a nervous tic.

“Didn’t think you liked hugs.” Said Remus, smiling at Regulus’s shyness. He took a few steps closer. “Come here.” He whispered, opening his arms.

Within seconds, Regulus let himself be held by Remus. The strong arms of the older man wrapped around Black, as a soft but protective hug. Remus’s hands moved softly on the lower back of Regulus and behind his neck, delicately pressing his body to hug him, feeling that Regulus was slightly unsure if he could.

“You okay?” asked Remus softly.

“Just wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered against Remus’s chest, “Your sweater is soft.”

Lupin smiled and rested his chin on top of Regulus’s head, his fingers softly playing with some hair along Regulus’s neck.

“I knew you’d give the best hugs…” Said Regulus, moving his hands from Remus’s back to his hips.

Remus smiled softly, rubbing his hand on Regulus’s lower back. “Glad you like them.”

Regulus nodded softly, listening to Remus’s heartbeat. They stayed like that for a few minutes, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

“You smell good.” Whispered Regulus. “Old books and coffee.”

“Yeah? You like it?” Asked Remus, his hand softly caressing Regulus’s neck.

“Of course I like it.” Regulus looked up. “Anyway…” He said looking into the deep brown eyes of Remus.

“Take a seat, I’ll make us tea.” Remus said brushing some hair from Regulus’s face.

As Remus walked to the kettle to pour some water in it, he tried not to show Regulus the big and idiotic smile he had on his face. He took a cup of tea from an old Royal Albert set his grandpa offered him when he moved into his own flat a few years ago. “A real man knows how to serve a decent tea and have a decent tea set,” he said when he offered it to him.

“You read in French?” Asked Regulus asked, looking at some books on the shelves.

“I try, yeah.”

“I speak French. My parents used to send Sirius and me to some extended family in France during the summer holidays,” Regulus said, opening a book.

“Yeah, I know.” Remus mentally face-palmed himself when he said that.

Regulus looked up at him as Remus was setting the cup of tea on the coffee table.

“Did you…” Regulus smirked. “Did you Google me?”

“Pff… no.” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “Okay… just a tiny bit.”

Regulus laughed, shaking his head slightly. “What did you learn, stalker?”

“First of all,” Remus said, sitting on his couch, “I’m not a stalker. I was curious, it’s different.”

“What did this curiosity make you learn?”

“Well, expensive private school, you speak English, French, German, and Italian. And I’ve read your thesis about Latin culture, it was on the Oxford website. I didn’t have to dig too much, alright?” Said Remus, showing up his hand as a sign of innocence.

“Did you like it?” Asked Regulus, sitting next to Remus.

“Was alright.” He teased.

“Alright? 167 pages being alright? With the compliments of the director of the Latin department of Oxford and its “alright”? You’re kidding me, Remus.” Said Regulus, offended.

Remus chuckled softly, putting his elbow on the back of the couch, his body oriented towards Regulus.

“I’m joking, it was really nice, well written with good arguments.”

Regulus scoffed softly, before taking his cup of tea, warming his cold hands.

“I tried to stalk you too, but you just have a Goodreads that you barely update.”

“I’m not a fan of social media.” Remus whispered before playing with a curl near Regulus’ ear. “I just use my laptop to write and pre-order some books. That’s all.”

“You write? What kind?” Regulus asked, leaning his face closer to Remus’ hand.

“Poetry sometimes,” I signed. “But I’d rather write poetry in my notebooks to be honest. My laptop is for books. And I’ve written some thrillers and historical romances.” He said softly, captivated by Regulus’ eyes.

Was Remus already thinking of what kind of poetry he could write about him? Yes, that was for sure.

“Tell me more.” Whispered Black.

“The thriller is about a group of friends, one of them betrayed them for the anti-hero, who wants a social war between the poor and the rich. The friend who betrayed his friends ends up getting crazy, not supporting what he did. There are some deaths, two sides of the story, both tragic, etcetera.” Remus drank his tea, before getting his attention back on Regulus. “And the historical romance, it’s about Alexander the Great and Hephaestion, his great lover, even if some historians said they were friends.”

Regulus crossed his legs, trying to be more comfortable on the couch.

“What happened to the friend who betrayed?” He asked curiously.

“He killed himself, I think. I haven’t written to the end.” Remus said softly, taking Regulus’ ankles so his legs were lying on his lap. “Better?”

“Yeah,” answered Regulus, drinking his tea, trying not to blush — which he did regardless of his effort. “Alexander the Great lost his mind when Hephaestion died, right?”

“Yes, in a way he did. I can understand why, to be honest.”

“Yeah… Losing someone you love to death but are separated forever must be the most awful and insane thing to live.” Regulus said, laying his head on the back of the couch, his cheek held by Remus’ hand.

“He was the most powerful King of his time, maybe even from the world, no matter the era. And yet—”

“The death of his lover broke him like no wars broke him before.” Regulus said, finishing Remus’ sentence.

“Exactly.” He said, drinking his tea, his eyes not living Regulus’.

They looked at each other, silently. It wasn’t awkward, neither was it weird. It was a silent understanding between the two.

“Is that what you want? A tragic love story?”

“No. I want the opposite.” Remus said, rubbing Regulus’ cheek with his thumb. “A delicate, quiet, and peaceful love story. With gentle kisses, interesting conversations, passionate lovemaking, and trust.”

“And books.”

“Yes. And books.”

Regulus tried his best not to let his eyes fall on Remus’ lips, but failed.

“Is it strange if I want the same?”

“Why would it be strange?” whispered Remus.

“Don’t you think sometimes what you think or want is strange, even if others want the same?”

“Maybe, but who cares?” Replied Remus, rubbing his thumb on Regulus’ bottom lip.

“I have the feeling every wish I have is ridiculous.” He whispered, shivering under Remus’ thumb.

“Tell me your wishes. I won’t find them ridiculous.”

Regulus looked at him.

“Even if I wish to kiss you now?”

Remus looked up from Regulus’ lips to his eyes, slightly surprised.

“Even if you wish to kiss me now.” He replied, laying closer.

The tension in the room was charged with anticipation and need, until the kitchen timer rang, making them both jump scared.

“Shit! The lasagne.” Remus said, putting his cup of tea on the coffee table and walking towards the oven, turning it off.

Regulus lay his head on the back of the couch, looking at the ceiling a bit frustrated and blushed, his heart racing in his chest. He was never the type of person to fall in love quickly, he wasn’t sure he ever felt in love. He never was the type to kiss someone on the first date, or for the first time of being alone with his crush. But Remus was everything he wished for in his darkest nights, and during his brightest days too. He was smart, into books and history, he wasn’t impressed by his money, quite the opposite in fact, he was a chef — according to the amazing smell in his flat — he was gentle and kind. Remus teased Regulus just enough to make him aroused but never enough to make him uncomfortable. His fingers were delicate on his skin, making Regulus think he was the most delicate thing Remus had ever held in his hand. And that’s for every one of those reasons that Regulus wanted to kiss Remus so badly.

“You’re adorable when you’re pouting.” Said Remus standing in front of him.

“I am not pouting.”

Remus smiled softly, placing his two hands on each side of Regulus’ head.

“Yes, you are.” He said smiling softly. “Well? Aren’t you going to try to make your wish come true?”

“You’re not even going to kiss me first?” Said Regulus crossing his arms, faking being upset.

“You’re a brat.” Scoffed Remus. “Show me that you want it as badly as I want. Maybe I’ll be merciful.”

That turned on Regulus, who sat a bit more straight in the couch, before grabbing Remus’ sweater, forcing him to get closer.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you’re desperate.” Whispered Remus holding Regulus’ cheek.

“Shut up…”

“Make me Black.”

And that’s what Regulus did. He stretched from the couch, getting closer to Remus’ face, their noses practically touching. Neither of them broke the eye contact, surprising both of them as they were both usually uncomfortable with it, but how could they not get lost in the other’s iris? Regulus softly closed the gap between their lips, that was the only moment when they closed their eyes.

Remus heard a tiny moan from Regulus when he grabbed his hips and made him wrap his legs around his waist, holding him firmly by his back thighs. And Regulus smiled when Remus moaned softly as he started to open his mouth, their tongues twisting with one another.

Regulus grabbed Remus’ face, tilting it to the side so he could have better access. Without realising it, Regulus found himself sitting on Remus’ lap, when this one had his hands moved from Regulus’ thighs to his ass, rubbing it without shame.

“Got carried away?” Teased Remus when they tried to catch their breath.

“You’re the one who lifted me in his arms and are now touching my ass…”

“I admit. I got carried away.” Chuckled Remus.

Remus smiled softly, liking how good it made him feel to have Regulus sat on his lap, the man’s arms around his neck. Regulus leaned closer to his face again, and when Remus tried to kiss him, Regulus moved away slightly.

“Hey!” Protested Remus.

“Show me that you want it. Remember?” Teased Regulus like Remus had done it previously.

“You brat.” Mumbled Remus before getting one of his hands behind Regulus’ neck and pulling him closer into another kiss.

Regulus melted against Remus’ lips, adoring how controlling Remus was when he teased him just a bit. His lips had a taste Regulus knew he was starting to get obsessed with, a mix of coffee, tea, a bit of cigarette, chocolate, and cinnamon. Regulus smiled as he felt Remus shivering when he softly put his hands under his sweater, finally touching skin he had longed to touch for so long.

Remus broke the kiss, but didn’t stop worshipping Regulus’ lips with soft kisses, delicate licks and bites, provoking him with tiny moans that were driving Remus insane.

“You taste divinely good.” Whispered Remus by kissing Regulus’ neck.

“Glad you like it. I’m afraid you’re going to have to taste me a lot now.” Regulus said, unsure.

Remus chuckled against his skin. “I don’t mind the slightest.”

This sentence made Regulus relax, as if he knew Remus wouldn’t disappear.

“We can slow down, Reggie.” He said, feeling Regulus’ hands shake on his hips. “Kissing, speaking about books and teasing are enough, you know?”

Regulus nodded. “I’m not really—“

“Hey,” stopped Remus by holding Regulus’ cheek, “No explanations needed. If I make you uncomfortable, you tell me, okay? We won’t do something you don’t want. I’m not here for that.”

“You’re here for what then?”

“Just you. And I don’t want to fuck you like that. I told you: a delicate, quiet, and peaceful love story.” Remus whispered, kissing Regulus’ nose. “Don’t overthink, little star.”

Regulus let his forehead rest on Remus’, cursing himself for ruining this moment.

“You want some lasagne? And speak a bit more about your thesis?” Asked Remus in a loving way.

“Only if I can read some of your poetry.”

“We have a deal, darling.” Whispered Remus by kissing Regulus softly.

Remus stood up, softly lifting Regulus in his arms before sitting him on the couch again, leaving a forehead kiss before walking towards the kitchen.

“You want some wine with it?”

Regulus stood up, looking at Remus as he took good care of serving the lasagne on a plate.

“What do you have?”

“White or red.”

Regulus chuckled, “I mean, what is the name of the wine?”

Remus looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “Calm down, rich guy, I have a white and red wine, no name written on them.”

Regulus laughed, “White’s fine then.”

“Sit.” Remus said before putting the plates on the table.

“You don’t need help?”

“I’m good, sit.” He said kissing Regulus’ forehead again.

Regulus didn’t bother to protest, liking how Remus was taking care of everything. He sat, making sure to be on the closest chair from Remus’.

“My dear, tonight for dinner we have a white wine from Lidl.” Remus said with a voice that made Regulus smile.

“A classic.” He said smiling as he watched Remus pouring some wine into a cup of tea.

“I don’t have a wine glass, you’ll forgive me for that.”

Regulus smiled stupidly, “of course I will.”

It was an automatism, nearly a habit, when Remus put his hand on Regulus’ thigh as they started eating. It froze Regulus for a nanosecond, before he was used to it, liking the warm and rhythmic movement of Remus’ thumb.

“It’s delicious.” Regulus said when he ate the lasagne.

“Glad you like it, darling.”

They spent the dinner speaking, from politics to history, from their dreams to their fears. As the evening continued, they both grew closer to one another, nearly whispering to each other, laughing like teenage lovers.

“Fancy another drink on the couch? Or a tea maybe?” Asked Remus as he cleared the table.

“Wine is fine.”

As Remus and Regulus sat on the couch, Remus couldn’t bring himself to let Regulus sit too far away from him, and he wrapped his arm around his hips, dragging him towards his chest.

“You’re blushing?”

“No. It’s the wine.” Lied Regulus.

“You don’t have to be ashamed.” Whispered Remus, kissing Regulus’s neck. “That’s okay?”

“Yeah… It’s okay.” Said Regulus, closing his eyes, loving how tender Remus treated him.

At no time did Regulus feel it was sexual, or pushing, it was simply loving, and caring, not pushing Regulus’s boundaries.

“I like how tender you are with me…” He whispered. “I’m sorry I’m kind… block with physical affection, I don’t know how to do it.”

“It’s okay, Regulus. Kiss me when you want to, or hug me if you feel like it. I don’t mind you telling me what you want, even if you don’t know how to do it. Alright? No pressure.”

“Thanks.” He whispered before kissing Remus neck. “It’s okay? I do it correctly?”

Remus smiled, closing his eyes, “Yeah, do as you please,” he whispered adoring how the soft lips of Regulus were brushing and kissing his skin.

“Can I leave marks?”

Remus felt his eyes rolling by when he heard the question.

“Yeah, please.” He signed, hearing how desperate he sounded. “You can leave marks, I mean.” He said, wrapping his arms around Regulus’ waist, dragging him onto his lap.

Remus closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his skin being sucked by Regulus’ soft lips. He tried to rest his heart, unsuccessfully. He squeezed his hands around Regulus’ waist, already smiling at the idea of having some hickeys made by him. As he felt some bite, he tried not to curse, not because it was painful, but because it was starting to get him worked up and he didn’t want Regulus to feel it.

“So… about your thesis? How long did it take you to write it?” Asked Remus, trying to act normal, not tense like he was.

“What?” Said Regulus, leaving his neck and looking up at Remus. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, no. I do. I really, really do. But—” He sighed, rubbing his hand on his face. “You’re getting me worked up. Let’s just… keep kissing, alright?”

“Oh— Yeah, yeah, sure. Sorry.” Said Regulus, about to get up from Remus’ lap.

“Nope. Don’t go away. Stay here, tell me about your thesis, and if I can, let me kiss your pretty face while you’re explaining it to me.”

Regulus chuckled, a small blush covering his face.

“Alright.”

★

Regulus always had sleep issues, either he didn’t sleep at all or his sleep was as shitty as hell. So when he woke up, past 10.am. he thought he had had a coma or something. Until he heard a small and soft breath in his neck, brushing his skin like a delicate feather. He opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips. Remus didn’t leave his side during the whole night, nor did Regulus leave his. He softly turned his head, looking at the man asleep at his left. Regulus had slept here, in Remus’s clothes he had let him borrow for the night, a sweat pant and a comfy sweater he didn’t want to leave.

For the first time, Regulus slept with someone who really seemed to care. They didn’t have sex, not because they didn’t want to, but Regulus was too scared to mess up what was between them, and he found himself even more fond when it didn’t matter to Remus. Regulus felt safe. Safe to be himself, to not sleep with someone just for the sake of it or because the other person wanted to. He was listening to himself, and Remus listened to him too. And for Regulus that was priceless.

“Hey baby.” Said Remus with a morning voice that nearly sent Regulus to heaven.

Regulus took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, “Hey love.”

Remus smiled softly, rubbing his hair before snuggling his head in the crook of Regulus’s neck.

“Did you sleep well?” He said softly caressing his stomach, just under the sweater.

“Yeah, I did. And yourself?” Asked Regulus feeling himself melting.

“Very well. Thank you.” Said Remus leaving a tender kiss on Regulus’s neck before sitting on the bed. “I propose we brush our teeth, just to keep the romance for at least the first morning, and to stay in bed, kissing, maybe ordering pizza and watching a movie for the rest of the day?”

Regulus chuckled, “Sounds great.”

★

The following week, Regulus and Remus didn’t leave each other’s side, they both called sick at work and spent every day together. The first few days, they stayed at Remus’ flat. Regulus tried to learn how to cook and bake, and they both ended up laughing on the floor, food burned or disgusting, and Remus ending up making pasta as Regulus kissed his neck, holding Remus from the back. The next few days, they started going to the museum, tasting some new coffee shops, buying books for each other, and ending up reading the same book at Remus’ flat, annotating it and discussing their thoughts after each chapter ended.

They ghosted everyone, answered quickly to their best friends, before getting back in their bubble, perfectly knowing it wouldn’t last forever, and that one day, the real world would call them again. But for now, it was just the two of them. ☆

The original idea drifted a bit, haha, but I like it regardless. And I’m happy I wrote around ~ 10k words on Moonwater. I hope you liked it too :) Thank you for taking the time to read this. Feel free to leave some kudos/comments, it’s always encouraging. I hope you’re having a great day/night. Be good, stay hydrated, stay safe, and take care of yourself. Luv u <3

#harry potter #dead gay wizards #marauders #fanfic #maraudeurs era #my works #microfiction #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin #regulus black #romantic moonwater #moonwater #moonwater fic #moonseeker #regulus x remus #rosekiller #prongsfoot

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syeren · 1 year ago

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HOW ARE THEY LIKE IN REAL LIFE? — JJK MEN & WOMEN.

SYEREN; mayhaps my 12 AM thoughts… but what if the characters from jjk get plopped down into the real world? whatcha think they might be like?

Gojo — 五条悟

in all honesty…

he’s givin frat

LMAOOOOOOOO

or a rich kid with really successful parents who are either a)

architects

or b)

business owners

he also gives me the vibe that if you ask him how rich he actually is, he’ll just respond with

“i’m living comfortably xx 🫶” 😭😭😭

complains about how his body reacts to things like pollen or how his eyes get too dry throughout the day— so, he carries eye drops, lozenges, and those ointments sniffer thingys.

he also gives me the type where he looks not so concerned about maintaining good grades in academics… but he’s just NATURALLY smart

does that make sense?

he’ll just chug energy drinks to pull 3 consecutive all nighters before a final exam, and BOOM… flying colours

decides to opt for his own business and annoys utahime with how much bank he’s making

love language slowly switched from words of affirmation to gift giving, thus showering his friends with lavish gifts

right now at this point in time, he’s just berating all his friends with how much money he has

Geto — 夏油傑

minus the whole ordeal that happened

he looks the type who would ACTUALLY get his life together 😭😭

occasionally parties, still regularly studies and does his part in group projects

he would go for philanthropy or mayhaps sociology

gojo is his one and only best friend and classmate that he somehow ALWAYS gets stuck with in every class

after graduation, he’s taking a break for himself and is travelling the world

during one of his trips in thailand, he calls up gojo to ask why tf he’s bragging abt his wealth

Nanami — 七海建人

he’s never escaping the business world i fear LMAOOOOO

he really DOES give business i’m sorry pookie 😞

BUT, his OWN business where he’s his own boss and doesn’t have to work under someone else

he would much prefer that either way

but yeah, working class adult, has a dozen pack of beer or sangria wine in his own personalized wine cellar

often competes with gojo’s business, but decides to make a partnership in the end due to gojo’s persuasion

he’s also stuck in his office currently, looking at his phone in bewilderment to screenshots of gojo’s bank acc that gojo himself sent

Yuji — 虎杖悠仁

average teenager

he partakes in the track team at his school and likes to exercise ALOTTT

gym buddy in question? todo

i feel like his guilty pleasure is watching mukbangs to torture himself 😭😭

he ends up being megumi’s roommate after a long time of convincing.

he tries to keep his side clean and tidy but it always ends up being an organized mess

right now, he just came back home from the gym with todo and is in choso’s apartment watching a horror series

Yuta — 乙骨憂太

would you look at that?! average college student

LMAOOOO

definitely majors in either a) science or b) math

NOOOO WAIT

or c) computer science

overall normal kid!

i have no other words, he is also living his life to his fullest, but is very stressed out due to some big projects and tests he has coming

performance anxiety 😞

Megumi — 伏黒恵

also another average teenager

he’s a bit more toned down tho

lil’ meg over here gives me the vibe that he also knows what he’s doing and is very present in life

he’s on top of his hw, does his chores, has a comfortable room that’s neat enough for him…

he also gives me the vibe that he does NOT GAFFFF !!!!!

protect my own peace 🙏 kind of guy

in college he makes the silent regret of dorming with yuji, the complete OPPOSITE to his own tastes but thats twin 🤞

“yuji, could you take out the trash to the lobby? it’s garbage collection today.”

“what? why me?”

“because i have a meeting through zoom with my classmates”

“then do it after?”

“yuji, my zoom call is two hours, taking out the trash will take around five minutes."

"it's actually a five minute walk down to the lobby, and another five minutes back up... w-wait, why are you holding up your slipper?"

ANYWAYS, he’s havin a good time chilling with his friends 😋

Choso — 脹相

he’s for SURE in a biker club

rides a kawasaki ninja h2r with yuki from time to time

other than that, decided to work after hs and he works in a tattoo shop next door to mechamaru’s pub

big scary big brother vibes compared to golden retriever yuji 😞🙏

currently, he’s lounging in his apartment with yuki, yuji, todo, and megumi

Inumaki — 狗巻棘

he's too busy spending time with me unfortunately <3

im kidding

maybe not

ANYWAYYYYYYY, i feel like inumaki would have a hobby in pc games.

he would absolutely ROCK valorant

whenever he plays horror games he FORCES the rest of the squad to play with him because he's a pussy scaredy-cat

in his spare time he likes to do track or go on long runs whenever he feels stressed out from uni

forgets to shower sometimes after he runs, so he fucking reeks the day after

he's majoring in comp-sci

speaking of runs, look at him go! he’s on one right now

Sukuna — 両面宿儺

the most annoying and narcissistic man

AND SO MEAN TOO?!

yknow those tiktok comments or ig reel comments you see? yeah, those ones.

that’s him. he’s the one making those actually.

very misogynistic, controlling AND argumentative

he swears on the history of the world wars and somehow always brings it up during conflict? 💀

believes mental health is fake and violence can solve everything

prolly wholeheartedly disagrees with women’s rights with his ancient ass mentality

he’s preparing for an argument stream against mahito 😭

Todo — 東堂葵

GYMMM RATTTTT

ALWAYS HOGGING THE MACHINES NO MATTER WHATTTT

only talks about fitness and nutrition, girls, and what his plans are for the weekend.

“nah bro, i’m all natty rn,” “i don’t use creatine,” “what?! i’m not on roids dude! just the chicken breast and asparagus with rice”

he’s also the type to look at someone a little too long at the gym, or outside

or anywhere, in fact

studies kinesiology

hope i spelt that right 😁🤞

Mechamaru — 与幸吉

in my reality, he and miwa would be a couple

THERE I SAID IT!

he would genuinely try to be a good boyfriend while bartending in a dingy pub just two blocks away from their shared apartment.

he would be the type to spam miwa msgs on his break

lowkey wants a tattoo done by choso so he could swipe that discount 😋

Mahito — 真人

he’s known on the internet for being a controversial streamer on twitch

he also has such a shitty mic that when he screams it cuts off the sound

ALWAYS has his shirt off during the stream 😭😭

he would say the most out of pocket statements and without context, it would be the most HORRIFIC thing

so, people would clip that and post it 😟 thus, he gained a large following bc of those statements

Miwa — 三輪霞

raves about cats and dogs to her bf and after a long, agonizing wait… they finally adopted one from the pound and this is all she has been doing

taking care of her animal child, and man child that is mechamaru

I FEEL LIKE MIWA WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE ANIMALS SO THIS IS WHAT SHE DECIDES TO GO FOR IN COLLEGE

with a minor in marine biology too :3

Shoko — 家入硝子

i would catch her at a pub or a bar somewhere either drinking gin and tonic on lighter day, and more heavier days she would go for whiskey

if NOT, then she’s in an back alley smoking before she needs to go back to her like… 20 hour shift as a nurse.

spends most of her time at home and scrolling on her amazon shopping cart to see what else she can buy to help her busy ass life

Maki — 禪院真希

similar to todo, but she gives me the vibe that she would train in both calisthenics and mma as a hobby

like hobby: all that stuff, and the other half is dedicated to working towards her degree in either a science like forensics or history.

she lives her life to the fullest on her terms!! really mia from social media and is training real hard everyday

right now, she’s with nobara on a shopping trip to the mall

(she did NOT wanna go, but she likes spending time with her bestie anyway)

Mai — 禪院真依

FASHION DESIGN I REPEAT FASHION DESIGN

when i first saw mai come on screen, i also did too jus a little bit

but her aura makes me imagine that she runs a tiktok account to post fit pics onto it, has so many pinterest boards dedicated to vintage or her new obsession— office siren outfits.

also has such a GOOD spread of pictures up on instagram, like she’s THAT girl

now, she’s currently studying fashion while scourging the internet for good statement pieces like red leather kitten heels to go along with her two-piece cropped blazer and mini skirt outfit.

Mei Mei — 冥冥

hmm… 😟

teacher vibes…

but like, those english teachers that only interact positively with the popular kids

PLSSS IM SORRY OKAY, THATS THE ONLY FACTOR ABOUT MEI MEI THAT REALLY CAUGHT ME OFF GUARDDDD

APART from that

actually good at her profession, and makes sure her class is fun

the type that does NAWT give two fucks abt late hw bc she complains that “the workload will double up on her anyway”

Utahime — 庵歌姫

bc of her personality as well as her easily irritated anger tolerance with gojo…

def a head master of a boarding school or an instructor for flight attendants

occasionally goes out for drinks with shoko, but only rants abt gojo bc of his dumbass

very good at her job, and often sees her alumni if she has time in her schedule

right now, she’s currently cooped up in her office filing out different paperwork and silencing her phone from gojo’s numerous screenshots of his bank acc 😭

Nobara — 釘崎野薔薇

the last of the bunch for average teenagers.

nobara DOES NOT give that much attention towards school, so she opts for a general of easier course— psychology being one, because everyone else is taking it so she thinks it’s easy. two, general studies.

you can find her ALWAYS OUT for some reason?!

she gains her energy by socializing and just being outside of the house in general 😭

says it’s a ‘waste of a day.’

she’s dragging around maki to push clothes into her arms that she deems acceptable and will look amazing on her

—

AN; SYEREN here! creds to @ kOmuuuug1xxx on x for the pic :3

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff

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ennard-is-near · 1 year ago

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Some Michael Afton headcanons and crack theories and whatnot

🚨 warning, If you know me irl (You know who you are, I see you) be aware that I’m not serious hahahahaha I would never be cringe hahaha 🚨

Okay, here we go:

Kid/Teenage hcs:

He’s super quiet after The Bite of ‘83. Like won’t talk to anyone or answer most questions outside of occasional one word answers. [I’ve talked about this before]

He was 13 during the Bite of ‘83.

Wasn’t really popular or a bully or anything before the Bite of ‘83. He was just like, a regular kid whose dad was well-known. It’s like if the mayor’s son was in your class or something. Yeah he’s kind of an asshole, but so is every middle school boy.

Ppl tend to avoid him after The Bite just because if you had the choice between talking to the guy who killed his brother or not doing that, you’d probably pick the latter. People felt bad for him or whatever but it’s not like they wanted to befriend him.

Cannot drive because he just never learned (William was NOT about to teach him). He walks most places.

I know this is semi-canon but he likes drawing stuff. He’s not very creative though, so he mostly draws what he sees around him. He ends of up drawing a lot of animatronics and TV show characters.

Mowed lawns and washed cars around the neighborhood for money when he was like 11-12. William was the type of dad who didn’t give pocket change and made his kids work for their own money. Michael wasn’t great at his neighborhood jobs though so people only hired him if they had money to give away and were willing to go through and fix the spots he missed.

The rest of these are Post-Scoop:

The FNaF 3 hallucinations are like a semi-regular issue for him. He occasionally just sees shit. Doesn’t have to be phantom animatronics, though. Can be more chill (by comparison lol) and like people he knew just standing there, weird shadows (especially in reflections) and sounds and voices. [I‘ve talked about this before too, sorry]

Really scared of the dark. Lights on in every room + flashlight on him at all times scared.

The power went out in his house a couple times when it snowed and (even though it didn’t get pitch black because of light from the windows) he did not like it.

He’s also the master of batteries, they’re scattered all over the house.

His power bill is so much. Like you’d drop dead if you saw it. TV and lights and air conditioning on 24/7 drive it up. His water bill is virtually nothing, though, so that’s good.

Doesn’t have issues with money because he has access to William’s bank account somehow.

Still lives in the house he grew up in. I just feel like he does.

Sort of has an issue with animals. They do not like him and will bark at and attack him whenever given the opportunity. He’s literally a dead body and animals tend to not like those. Birds will literally swoop down and attack him sometimes. He has fought two raccoons.

Absolutely a creature of the night. Only leaves the house past midnight and is back before sunrise. This is for a couple reasons, mostly just because there’s less happening at night. He carries a flashlight around when he goes out though bc he’s so scared.

Has like one guy who he’s on good terms with. It’s some random graveyard shift worker at the local corner store. He goes to the same store like every Tuesday or whatever and it’s always the same guy working there. They don’t even say that much to each other but they’re still buddies. When Michael works at the FNaF 1 location the employee is actually kinda sad because he doesn’t come in that week and he’s really confused as to where that guy could have gone or if he finally died or something. And then Michael comes in the next week and the routine continues and the employee will never know what happened that one week the weird guy didn’t come in.

Okay that’s it. <3

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #my headcanons #some of these aren’t even that it’s more like I’m just like ‘wouldn’t it be fun if…’#does that make sense?#like I don’t think this about canon Michael I’m sort of making up my own character #idk I guess that’s what hcs are anyway #who want me or whatever #I’m pretty tired #like for part 2 #or whatever kids are saying these days #tell me other characters to do this for and I will #I hope they lobotomize me for this one 🤞

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Time for notes from my reread of JR volume 2! You can find thoughts from my first read here.

“The Cat’s Eye of Insight”

* I was going to say that a liter of milk is a lot for a week, but it’s only like 4 cups. That doesn’t seem crazy for Richard, Seigi, and clients to drink that much. Maybe Japan isn’t big on milk drinking in general?

* I love when Seigi says “hey, unrelated to what we were just talking about” and then proceeds to say something that’s absolutely related to what they were just talking about.

* Yes, we love not wasting food! Sustainable king!

* Sad to say Richard’s wealthy upbringing means he doesn’t care at all about wasting food. 😒 Pretty funny that he’s impressed by Seigi’s three ingredient leftovers recipe because Richard can’t cook for shit.

* “I’d prefer pudding 🥺” RICHARD.

* “Working at this shop had made me realize that intimate relationships came in a variety of shapes and forms” (12). Woohoo! The thesis of the series!

* Anddd the child is here. 😒 No matter how many times I read this story, I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy this kid. I sympathize with him, but what a little brat!

* “‘You sound just like one of those shady men in the street safety videos we watch at school’” (17). 😵😵😵

* Seigi is a saint for trying to make friends with this child. Could not be me.

* I really like this teamwork dynamic here. Seigi gets the client to open up about their problems, and Richard swoops in with the solution.

* Richard being kind to this child is very important to me. Maybe he sees a reflection of himself as a kid.

* God, the stress this kid is under is unreal.

* Why is Hajime’s first idea to take his little brother to a restaurant if he’s hungry? Do no wealthy people cook in this world?!

* Glad it was a relief-filled reunion for Hajime’s family. It was pretty ironic when his mom asked when he got so arrogant lol.

* Richard would also be concerned about my grasp on discussions of finances. It’s all “too abstract” for me too. 😅 Luckily I’m not studying economics, unlike a certain someone who should probably understand how assets work for his classes…

* “‘I just hope, for your sake, that you have no good-looking friends who might one day approach you for your help robbing a bank’” (59). What a wild statement, Richard. Seigi isn’t swayed by all beauty, just you. He wants to make milk jelly because it will make you happy.

* “Richard turned his head away with a “hmph!’ When it came to the topic of sweets, his reactions got three times more childish than usual. Honestly, I secretly kinda liked it” (59). Hehehe. I’ve been loving their banter in this chapter.

* “…if I ever got my own house and was with someone who also loved animals, I wonder what I’d name our pet? Maybe I’d give it a child’s name?” (60-61). Foreshadowing! We love Jiro!

“The Fighting Garnet”

* “‘One thing human beauty and gemological beauty share in common is that neither is bound by a strict set of standards. I believe that one of the myriad ways to appreciate gems is in communing with stones, thus allowing us to imagine a world in which beauty is not defined by stereotypes’” (73). Richard has a really nice outlook on beauty considering all the trouble his own beauty has caused him. He’s clearly though about this a lot.

* Richard is making me want to read Sherlock Holmes again lol.

* “‘Perhaps you could say it’s the perfume of life itself’” (75). Okay, Richard, very poetic. Honest question: do we think Richard enjoys being outside? Like would he go for a hike somewhere? I’d tend to doubt it, but I think he would appreciate a stroll in the park or the sophisticated beauty of an English garden.

* “‘…chapped skin on the hands around this time of year tends to be indicative of someone who works with water’” (76). Boy, can I attest to this! Working in an estuary is very rough on the hands.

* It’s so fascinating to me that Richard emphasizes so heavily to Seigi not to intrude into their clients’ personal lives, and to not make assumptions about them, yet he’s over here intuiting everything about them with just a glance. Hmmmmm. It would certainly be great for sales to be able to know more about his clients without even asking, but it’s a bit hypocritical to tell Seigi off for doing the same thing in a more open way.

* Was the girl Yamamoto’s partner left her for a high schooler?!?! 🤮🤮🤮

* “‘I don’t think I’m going to have another chance in my lifetime for someone to give me a ring, so I decided to take matters into my own hands’” (78). Oh, honey. I really hate this mentality that once a woman passes a certain age, she’ll never be attractive enough to find love again. I’ve certainly felt this way before. But we have to remember that this is an insidious part of the heteropatriarchy that allows men to manipulate women into settling for any romantic relationship they can get. Also, 27 isn’t old at all! And why is a romantic relationship worth so much to people when they have great relationships with their friends and family, like it sounds like Yamamoto does? Maybe it’s my perspective as someone on the ace spectrum, but romance isn’t everything! There are so many other wonderful kinds of relationships to enrich your life with. Don’t worry about just one kind.

* “‘Whatever path you decide to walk, I believe making the decision for yourself is most commendable’” (78). Richard speaking from personal experience.

* It always suddenly hits me that Richard’s life must have been terribly lonely until he decided to run away from England.

* Richard acting aloof and sarcastic when Seigi says looking at Richard’s face brings him happiness, but then implying that he and Seigi are soul mates two seconds later?? Make up your mind, man!

* Richard unbotheredly sipping his water as he listens to this asshole get broken up with. Iconic behavior.

* Societal dating standards are a bitch, what can I say?

* “I did realize one thing, though—while words like ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ are words of praise, they’re also words of judgement… One careless remark, one wrong step, and you’re approaching verbal abuse. I never thought about any of that before and just kept calling Richard beautiful” (102). Yes, Seigi, you’re learning! It is really heartbreaking every time Richard responds to a situation like this with “I’m used to it.” He shouldn’t have to be. And of course Seigi doesn’t mean any harm by it, but unintentional harm is still harm.

* I’m proud of Yamamoto-san for sticking to her values and fighting for herself. She’s a warrior indeed. And I love that the pomegranate tree she sent to Richard and Seigi will continue to be a reminder of the lessons Seigi learned in this story.

* Yes, Richard has been through so much. But he’s a warrior too. To live is to fight. I’m kind of surprised Richard kept his composure so well throughout this story, considering beauty is such a touchy subject for him. But I also think he’s spent so much time thinking about this and coming to terms with people’s interactions with him that he could confidently tell Yamamoto that there’s so much more to beauty than good looks.

“The Dance of the Emeralds”

* What a crazy first page lol.

* I always find it interesting that Seigi never protests that he’s not dating Richard because he’s a man or because he wouldn’t be interested. It’s because he is interested in dating Tanimoto. He just has a very one-track mind focused on his intended partner, I guess. You could say his focus shifts to Richard once he and Tanimoto officially decide to just be friends.

* “Going out to eat together’s a big step” (111). Seigi, you did that with Richard first. :P

* Not Aki seeing right through Seigi’s intentions immediately lmao. Most people can read a room like that, but not Seigi and Tanimoto. They’re special.

* “What a calculating man” (118) 😂😂😂

* Omg Homura strikes again!

* “She had the vibe of someone who’d just come running from a construction site” (134). As in, because she was being harassed there?? I still don’t get it.

* I love Shinkai not even being phased when she first meets Richard and just starts talking his ear off in (presumably) French.

* “‘He’s like Shouko? You mean he can eat more food if he has a side of gemstones?’ ‘Huh? D-do I wanna even know what that means?’ ‘As long as I have a trapiche emerald by my side, I can eat three whole servings’” (135). 😂😂😂 I love this little exchange.

* Shinkai having given Minako the malachite pendant to ward off sickness and then saying “‘I guess it doesn’t really work though, huh’” (139). Ouchie ouchie ouchie!

* “‘Are you unfamiliar with the concept of a search engine?’” (143). Richard, give him a break for once! 😂

* And then it continues: “‘Please! I’m not good at reading western script. I’ll pay for your drink!’ ‘Remind me again who was incredibly smug about having memorized all of my names?’ ‘That’s not western script—that’s your name! I’m capable of remembering the names of important people in my life.’ Richard aggressively averted his eyes, grabbed his cup, and began drinking his water. He must’ve been really thirsty because he downed the whole thing” (143). Yes, Richard, you are important to people! Accept it!!

* Richard starting a reluctant story with “long ago in a place far away” is so funny to me.

* “Maybe his family situation is really complicated” (145). Yeah you could say that…

* Tanimoto is a really incredible person, but her streak of thinking Seigi has a crush on everyone but her is crazy lol. Typical aroace behavior. And Shinkai telling Seigi “You should probably try a little harder” (158). 😂😂😂 And after Seigi thought he really set a good mood, too…

* This dynamic of Richard being like “This case might get dangerous. You coming?” And Seigi being like “Of course I am” is so Holmes and Watson. I love how much Tsujimura is playing into the Sherlock Holmes comparisons in this case.

* So I googled “old scholar making a deal with the devil” and got to learn about the Faustian bargain… Pretty funny analogy.

* It still gets me that Richard so casually ate the caramel out of Seigi’s hand! And Seigi describing it as “this massive, beautiful fish ate it right out of my hand” (168) is hilarious.

* Oh yeah, I’m sure those incriminating documents just happened to be laying on the desk… I’m loving this Watsonian unreliable narration.

* Richard demanding the caramels in exchange for continuing the story. 😂

* “‘I know I’m just being crazy, but you’re not like an undercover agent or something…are you?’ ‘Caramel’” (179). 😂😂😂

* Richard fishing for compliments from Seigi and then getting embarrassed by Seigi’s response will never not be funny to me. He’s truly fighting for his life with his own desires.

* Don’t say he’s just a last minute replacement!! 🤬 I do want to see the scene of Seigi asking Richard to go with him though. What kind of expression would Richard make in that moment?

* “‘What you saw in that performance was not the world of the choreographer’s intent but the inner workings of your own heart’” (187). Wow. Yeah.

* Hhhh this ending is so bittersweet. I really wish Richard had gone to the after party. Then he and Tanimoto could have interacted sooner, and it would have probably been a pretty sweet/funny dynamic between the three of them. I guess Richard saw Tanimoto running towards Seigi and assumed this was the woman Seigi has been talking about this whole time. He thought it was time for him to step out. But at the end of the day, Richard is the one Seigi wanted to spend time with after the performance. He was part of the inner workings of Seigi’s heart at that moment. But Richard still doesn’t feel worthy of Seigi’s affection, or anyone else’s for that matter, and he’s still got a lot of walls up against getting hurt. I think fishing for that compliment from Seigi earlier was Richard opening up just a tiny bit, but he still has a long way to go until he can openly accept Seigi’s affection. Or even understand Seigi’s affection for him. And the foreshadowing of Richard suddenly walking out of Seigi’s life… ouchie.

“The Opal of Reunion”

* Oh god, this is the one about the karate classmate… I forgot this was only in volume 2!

* I find the idea of Seigi and Richard just sitting around chatting in between customers really sweet. Doesn’t Richard have paperwork or whaterever to do though? This is a business, remember?

* “‘…I think I find watching you talk at such length more interesting than the subject matter,’ Richard said in a completely flat tone before taking another sip of the tea” (191). Richard, your tone isn’t matching the implications of your words.

* Richard, don’t think I don’t see you dodging questions about your childhood…

* “‘Or do you mean like, he’s already got a wife and kids and stuff so our relationship might not be anything more than a nice memory to him?” (196). Seigi, this is truly a wild thing to say about a friend you weren’t romantically involved with. Richard is so taken aback lol.

* “‘…am I correct in my understanding of what your said earlier as a hypothetical example of a reunion with someone you were close to in the past that had sudden and drastic life change, making you grieve for your past friendship?’ ‘What else would I have meant?’ ‘…Absolutely nothing. Tea’” (197). Both of them are hopeless. 😅

* “Admittedly, his misread wasn’t totally off the mark. I do remember that back in my first year of junior high, I was pretty convinced that if I had to marry someone, he probably wouldn’t have been a bad choice. Maybe he would have actually kept in contact with me if I had jokingly tried to sell him on the idea with my cooking skills” (197-198). I remember being floored by this paragraph on my first read and I kind of still am now. It’s so interesting that Seigi can acknowledge he had these thoughts of wanting to marry a boy when he was younger, yet not even begin to contemplate his queer thoughts towards Richard at this point in his life.

* Oh, so he had striking facial features, huh?

* Leaving Richard out of the story when telling Hase about his grandmother’s ring is so revealing.

* Seigi, don’t use Richard’s line about the universe bringing people together on Hase! It feels like a betrayal, and I’m still mad about it.

* And not suggesting Étranger as a jewelry store recommendation… This is rough, man.

* Seigi continuing to use this line about the universe bringing him and Hase together is pissing me off! And Richard immediately warning Seigi to be careful. Of opening his heart too quickly, I guess. Taken from personal experience…

* Oh, honey… 😔

* Looking up Hachiko made me cry.

* Seigi is an actual saint for trying to stick by Hase in this situation. I would have dropped him in an instant, even though him trying to sell a stone that was given to him isn’t a huge crime by any means. It’s the lying to a friend’s face for me though… And Hase saying he never wants to see Seigi again because it hurts too much for him?? Fuck you, dude! I wish Seigi would have shouted all his feelings at Hase to make him understand how much this situation hurt him. I think they could have fixed their relationship, but maybe this is for the best…

* The thought of Richard singing along to Finnish death metal whenever he’s sad or angry is really doing things to my heart. I bet he’s done this a lot… But it’s very sweet of him to share this habit of his with Seigi. I think Richard not only wants to help Seigi through this sad moment, but show Seigi that he understands and relates to this kind of sadness. The image of them both yelling at each other over the death metal is pretty funny though. 😅

* “‘I…I’m no superhero! I’m just scared of being called cold-hearted! I’m scared of being a disappointment to the people I love when I can’t do anything to help them! It “hurts too much”? That’s my line, you big stupid asshole! I don’t do everything right!’” (239). Yes Seigi, let it all out!

* “‘People who try to do the right thing are often lonely. It’s not a path just anyone can walk, and sometimes such people shine so brightly, others have trouble tolerating it. People talk behind your back, calling you a hopeless idealist. But you’re not wrong. The core of your idea of what’s right isn’t some stubborn adherence to continuing on your own path but the noble desire to be kind to others even in the depths of darkness. And I think that is a most commendable way to live your life. I mean that from the very bottom of my heart. To the point that I find myself feeling envious at times’” (239). Seigi is so seen by Richard. I think Richard can recognize this kind of loneliness because it’s the same thing he has to endure everyday when people dehumanize him for his beauty. Both he and Seigi have to fight through the loneliness to continue down their own paths.

* Not the chef saying he’s never seen Richard bring anyone here before!

* Okay, so now we’re comparing Hase to Tanimoto too, huh? Very interesting…

* “‘When someone invites you out to spend time with them, it’s very rude to start getting depressed thinking about someone else’” (243). Richard, you can’t talk! Didn’t you just do this at the end of the last story?

* I think this was the story that created the formula seen in a lot of the later novels, where Richard doesn’t feature much for most of the story, but has a huge impact at the end. “Comfort mode” Richard is someone special indeed.

“The Serendipity of Euclase”

* It’s so funny when Richard calls Seigi “Part-Timer-san.”

* “‘You can make this sort of thing, too, can’t you?’ Richard finally looked at me, his blue eyes wide. ‘…What gave you that impression?’” (251). Richard “can’t cook for his life” Ranasinghe de Vulpian strikes again! I would love to see a short story about Richard’s failed cooking attempts.

* Richard ignoring the questions about his failed pudding and being so embarrassed is really cute. Honey, we all have things we’re not good at, don’t worry. Seigi will happily make desserts for you for the rest of your life.

* Yes Seigi, tell him to praise you more!

* “There was just something about this man who seemed like he’d conquered every sweet treat in the world having a surprising fondness for something so basic and simple” (254). I’ll let you in on a little secret, Seigi. It’s because you made it just for him. 😌

* Seigi making a cake for Valentine’s Day instead of White Day is certainly a detail… I summon bad karma on the homophobic children who shunned him. At least his grandma was always supportive of him.

* I think it’s really sweet that Richard wanted to show and tell Seigi about a rare stone in exchange for the homemade pudding. An equal exchange of what they’re each good at.

* “‘I was just thinking, for a second there, we were kinda like a cute married couple, huh?’ In that moment, I felt the temperature in the shop plummet. I had definitely stepped on a land mine. ‘I’m docking your pay’” (260). The way I can picture Richard’s content face just immediately dropping. 😭 The 1-2 punch is pretty funny though.

* Ahhhh I love this little story. 😌😌😌 It really showcases how comfortable Richard Seigi are with each other now. We love a good banter sesh.

#jeweler richard #richard ranasinghe de vulpian #nakata seigi #the case files of jeweler richard #tsujimura nanako

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