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take me back to the days where my inbox was blowing up with x reader requests but i didn’t even do any of them cause i ceebs

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luke castellan

“we know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.”

- george orwell, 1984

Hi I saw you're taking requests, what about enemies to lovers and academic rivals with reg? ❤️

Almost | R.A.B x u

Pairing : Regulas black x animagus!reader( platonic marauders x gn!reader , sirius x Lupin )

Plot : stolen glances , almost smiles , regulas black couldn't stand you , there's loathing and hatred and something you are yet to discover in his cold contempt eyes , he's inclined towards dark arts and excellent at dark unforgivable spell but yet Sirius knows he would never hurt you . Regulas black seems to love the black cat he met as he feeds and strokes , why are you purring and meowing and not scratching him ?

J.d note - i understood that this one was supposed to be a fun fic , but I wanted to do something big , so here i present Regulas black journey from Hogwarts to death Eater to death , with the love of his life , and they almost made it . Thankyou for requesting ❤️ request now can you reblog for merlins sake ?

Themes - academic rivals , implied Sirius x Remus , everything same except reader added in marauders , death Eater! Regulas , this is their fifth year timeline , few months age gap between Sirius and regulas so they are in same year , gn!reader , no blood status , no house mentioned, marauder!reader , mutual pinning . Witty!reader , animagus is cat , black cat , overprotective!Sirius

Part 1 / ?

The Noble and most ancient house of black

Toujours pur

" You are not here " harry said after scanning the bottom of the golden tree closely , " I used to be " Sirius said , pointing at the holed tapestry like a cigarette burn , harry looked at the next name with curiousity , " That's my younger brother .. Regulus black ..he became a death Eater"

Sirius seemed to drown back in house of memories , it was harder to stay in this house ...when he laid half asleep he realised something he had left , he was on his feet , dragging himself out of bed , in his house laid many dark objects , dark and expensive , lavish like the house black , he soon was in quest to found it , it was in his hands , the brown parchment was no ordinary..the black brother's did tremendous things when they were sixteen , he ran away , Regulus became a death Eater

" - why ? " Sirius choked at very glimpse of parchment, it was the last birthday present he got from him , " You can ask me one thing ...it will answer you correctly " Regulus smiled , he was holding on the a hand that was so fresh in his memories ...yours .

He never ever used it , what can he ask ? Are you a death Eater ? He already knew , he wasn't sure what he should ask but the lump in Sirius throat was thicker , so as he couldn't breath .

So he did it , The last time he met regulus was when he was sixteen , standing near the mirror was erised ,the dark mark glowing on his left forearm .

So he took a quill as scribbled down the words ...

" Reg , what did you see in the mirror of erised ? "

He waited as the ink dissolved ,and something scribbled out , it was a very familiar word , a very familiar name .

-

" ouch.. that's my toe Sirius " you whimpered while Sirius filled the air with hushed apologies , " i can't see .. can't we use some light " Sirius asked after he stepped three time in a row on your toe , this time you bumped your nose into him , " ow- "

" shut up idiots " whispered james , the one leading , " invisibility cloak doesn't muffle noise - "

" james that's not your wand , that's my finger "

" this is the fourth time sirius , my toe is smashed - "

" Okay , here " james removed the cloak as you were finally in the restricted section of library , " lumos " you said , your wand Swiftly passing over the books , some had dried blood over them hooking you over , " no wonder they ended up here " Sirius winked at you, " oh ...it must be around - " you paused to examine the cursed dark arts series you wanted to read ," merlins beard " you gasped , " you found it eh ? " James rushed with tiptoeing towards you , " no but where's the second part , i already read it "

" you are miserable ! " james mouthed , " hey! " Sirius opened his arms , gesturing to protect you , " where's the standard bewitching magic book ? "

" i think it must be there " you pointed towards the narrow shelves , you all are working on becoming animagus , it's nearly down except some spells that don't end you up with claws and tail , " found it " james smiled as he grabbed , " let's go ..i am so sleepy " Sirius yawned so hard that even you felt your eyes flutter .

" james , Sirius - " you smiled

" NO - " james cried

" YEAH ! " Sirius threw his hands up

" you two can go ..I would take only a few minutes "

" i am not going without you " Sirius looked at james who liked your idea , " i would need to find it , i wouldn't take much - "

" no , we all are staying " Sirius said , you didn't knew where you would find the second part so it wasn't worth making Sirius yawn and james tapping his feet out in so cold .

" Off you go " you raised your wand , giving Sirius a funny push , " jamie " you winked and james took him by shoulder taking him away , " take no more time than .." Sirius thought of a deadline "- five minutes " he was finally out , no hushed footsteps and you were alone .

" where are you little one ? " You looked around , shelves filled with dangerous magical books , ready to corrupt you .

You heard something , you freezed , footsteps that came from other side halted too .you took a step , your wand raised , you felt something warm behind your neck .

That fragrance..oh no !

" caught you ." He coldly said behind you , his hand grabbing your waist while the other poking his wand on your throat from behind . he's none other than Regulus black

" ahh , can't leave me for a minute ..can you ? " you smirked , you eyes suddenly catching a glimpse of what looked like a shabby red small book, with gold roman letters glowing , ' PART 2 ' it read .

Your eyes glinted at the sight of it .

" you are giving yourself too much importance "

" still angry ? Professor slughorn knows talent MR. Black "

" got one thing correct and you are all so witty " he pressed the wand deeper , making your Adam apple shift through inside .

" that's not how you use a wand " you said , eyes still fixed on the book , " i shouldn't be wasting time on stupid people like you - " Regulus black snapped , pushing you forward so now you were face to face , wands raised high .

" i don't like that smile of yours " regulus hissed, his eyes glancing back and forth between your eyes and lips , " sometimes I want to wipe it out " he hissed again .

You smiled more , eyes narrowing at him , there's something so magnificent about him that is yet to be discovered , the way his eyes look , there's so much more than utter loathing and hatred , a thin line yet to be crossed .

" still mad about yesterday ? " Your triumph from yesterday's potion lesson made your eyes twinkle .

" just cramming up few lines doens't make you great " black got a point but still when a question was shot , he was the first one to raise his hands high , it was always this way

You admired him , he was smart , witty , though he kept himself composed but there would be moments when his mouth would almost , almost curl up in a smile at some Sirius jokes , but it would be gone , so soon , no trace left behind those cold eyes , you thought it would draw his attention to you when you would be as good as him , all spells tounge tied , all ingredients of potions scribbled in your heart but that seem to disappoint him , that begin the famous rivalry of you and him , even professors would get in a dilemma when two hands shot up so high , " nevermind, let's get along with class " they would say hesitation in their tone .

" i guess performing spells that could lead one to azkaban makes you great , no ? " you smirked , he looked theatened .

" you seem to fancy me way too much , i am afraid " he said " shouldn't it be a disappointment to peak , but i like you much enough to demonstrate my capabilities here " he flexed his wand , keeping one foot in front , " say which one darling ? " he smirked , you were sure of him , you have seen him practising , the way he said " cruicio " with so much rage inside him , he didn't look like his age , rather a ...you were afraid...a death Eater as they called them , you would not deny peaking at him while he practiced his dark spells in Deserted classrooms , the secret books he got from restricted section , he was upto something .

" i was thinking about the imperius curse ...you would obey me , won't you ? "

" shut up regulus black "

" you filthy - "

" REGULUS ! " Sirius came running , his wand raised , Regulus looked like if disappointment had a face , he would resemble it .

" I TOLD YOU TO COME ALONG ! " he was screaming in a low whsiper at you , " Sirius " regulas sighed , he glanced at you for a moment and then at him , Sirius shot him a angry look .

" you should tell your friend to stay out of my buisness "

" your buisness doesn't look so great , reg " he really sounded like big brother .

" you ruined my moment " he coldly said , " accio dark arts 2 " he called , and the book flied across to him .

" oh no " you cried , " it's okay ..he can't keep it forever " Sirius caught your hand as he dragged you out , for a moment you saw a wince of pain and uprising in Regulus eyes when it flickered at you and sirius and it was gone soon enough but you almost saw it , almost you knew what it was , almost you forgot .

-

" he could have hurt you " Lupin said as dipped your quill in ink , " oh he wouldn't have - " Sirius said , " my brother ain't so much of a bad guy "

Sirius bent in to copy your essay , " no siruis ! " you slapped his hand .

" Two more lines and it would be done "

" hear me out , make it big " james threw his five inches parchment at him , no more than instructed while you sat there with your seven and half , neat small handwriting , siruis copied a rubbish line which was mere james headcannon about the goblins rebellion in ugly big letters , Lupin let out a snort .

" how do you know he wouldn't ? He was using.. imperius curse - "

" shh " james hissed , siruis gave a very unsual expression , hard to read ..." I can't tell you " he winced , you narrowed your eyes , " don't give me that look " he looked away . remus who looked utterly lost in the book he was reading , " moony " siruis called , now that you have all managed to become animagus, siruis - a big Black dog , padfoot as you all called , potter was called prongs and wormtail who was home in the Christmas holiday , you were a cat , black shiny fur just like Sirius .

" Padfoot " Lupin said , with affection ..he was so emotional when all of you showed up in your animagus form , it was just some months ago when you had your back pressed against Regulus black , it hasn't been since , he seems to loath you more , the more you got points for every correct answer, the more his eyes glinted at you in mere affection that is a lovely hatred .

-

The whole castle was fast asleep when you woke up from your vivid dreams , you soon found yourself strolling in Hogwarts desserted corridor , you knew Regulus was staying back too but it was not often you saw him , for he and you rather avoided each other but just then you heard a little whisper , you looked back it was Regulus black in plain velvet Black robes with a green silk collar , does he sleep with those on ? You thought and rather shushed the imagination of him flooding your brain , even with your funny thoughts you felt everything inside you freeze , it was only your shadow in moonlight that assured you were strolling in your animagus form , a black cat . He wouldn't know for no one knew you were unregistered animagus , you tried to move away when you felt his hands touching you , you screamed but it came as a meow , he was stroking your black shiny fur , " beautiful, aren't you ? So pretty " he caressed your skin , he was good with animals than with you ...it struck you as a desire to be a cat all your life , to be ..to be loved by him.

" Come here " he picked you up , stroking you gently and you were liking it , for you could have scratched him , ran out , ran out for your life because even if as a cat , your brain was bursting and heart stuck somewhere your throat .

You purred in his lap as he walked , slowly ...he wasn't exactly tiptoeing around but walked with some pride .

" i wonder if you are hungry , are you ? " he touched the skin under your chin when you have reached the Slytherin common room , you never thought of it that one day you would be in Regulus black lap while he fed you sweet cake with his own hands , he had a smile that really made your forget, that sort of affection and look that he had , it looked like the thin line you always wanted to cross yet you never reached , almost you have lost , but now it's here in front of you , the Regulus black you never saw before ...he smiled so much that it felt as if it were illegal , you purred , meowed and he talked and you felt like falling somewhere , yet to be known but it was enchanting , a bliss , a gust of snow in breezy hot day , such a sweet boy reg was , you thought .

You wondered how your friends would react when you would tell them , especially siruis , you don't think they would beleive you ... would siruis know his brother this way ?

" you must be cold " he said , wrapping you a black satin fabric that was really warm , it was many moments when he just talked to you , about nothing but everything , he was talking as if you were a person , a soft smile , almost a smirk , then he dozed off , you thought about his reaction if you turned back to human form while there , while he carresed you lovingly , he would have died of shock and that made you smile .

You carefully got out of the Slytherin common room , the satin fabric as your hood and found yourself running.

You didn't know why you were taking the shawl with you but you wouldn't trade it away no matter what .

You didn't tell anyone anything about the nighttime stroll .

" you look quiet " siruis was pushing back the toasts he stuffed all at once and gulping pumpkin juice to help it down .

" Shut up , i have to go library " you scooped the last bite of porridge and ran for your life because the pink glow wouldn't leave , " Oi ! " you heard him shout but you wouldn't risk .

And with those hurried footsteps and smiling to yourself, you bumped straight into nerd with atleast two large landing on your toe which has enough resistance due to Sirius attempts to squash it down in nightime strolls under the invisibility cloak , " damn - merlins beard " you muttered , " I swear on Salazar if - " regulus stopped as he saw you , " you ? " his face went pale then a sweet red glow glorified his beauty , " oh ..umm , er- "

" PATHETIC " he muttered and picked up his books , " strange ..." You ranted straight for one hour as you scribbled the notes , how could he have more love for cats than humans , he really wasn't the same person he was two nights ago , " ARGhHHGHG " you really screamed and it didn't came out as meow for you were sitting in library , several heads popped out to see you , you were grateful that you didn't get much detention Except cleaning some shelves without magic , you were on the tallest Planck of stool when you heard some giggles from other side , " have you ever seen regulus black smile ? He said pathetic to ...he smiled .... really ?...yes ...so beautiful " you were so passionate to hear more that you were really leaning hard until you stumbled , a steady hand came , swiftly pressed on your back as you were about to crash land , a slow cliff hanger , " Careful " he said , those genetically beautiful black family looks , he looked like the person who called you ' love ' if only your animagus form .

" oh yes .." you lost your speech and you straighten up , " PATHETIC " he muttered as he left and you wonder if he almost smiled .

i think abt female remus lupin a lot

this was regulus black's diary growing up. fight me.

I SCREAMED!!! i haven’t read it yet. but i will come back

⋆· ༘* GOT THE SUN IN MY MF-ING POCKET !

pairing ★ jock!luke castellan x drum major!reader

synopsis ★ the one where you lock in for your fall final project. you and luke spill your guts and then hatch a plan. (3.9k)

content ★ no pronouns used for reader, luke pov!!, bad teenager humor, very vague smau, read psa at the end pls

notes ★ luke literally cannot catch a break here, read his mind and all u hear is incoherent screaming and bawling like olivia in all-american bitch

series masterlist

TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT: DAILY BULLETIN FOR DECEMBER XX, 20XX

PACE: […] And here are the upcoming events. Football - come to the media center to celebrate the end of the season, say goodbye to departing seniors, and welcome new team members. Although we didn’t get far in regionals, Coach Ares would like to give kudos to Luke Castellan for making the most touchdowns this season.

MIYAZAWA: Seniors - the counseling office is holding their last session to revise regular decision college applications in the Career Center. Please RSVP by Wednesday with the QR code provided by your English teacher. [pause] Speaking of school, ASB will also be hosting tri-weekly study halls starting next Monday in preparation for finals. Good luck on your tests!

PACE: And now it’s time for our joke of the day. Hey, Alice, what do you call an edible farmer that takes care of chickens?

MIYAZAWA: I don’t know, Malcolm, what do you call an edible farmer that takes care of chickens?

PACE: [flatly] A chicken tender.

PACE and MIYAZAWA: [exceeding fake laughter]

PACE: That’s all for today, Centaurs. I’m Malcolm.

MIYAZAWA: And I’m Alice!

PACE and MIYAZAWA: Bye!

Dr. Medes is a sweet old man. He’s on the stout side, hair and beard gone completely white, arms freckled with liver spots and eyes starting to get that watery blue line around the irises.

He gives extra credit often, grades forgivingly, loves talking about circles, and throws Dum-Dum lollipops at volunteers even if they get the answer wrong. Stats is a shitty class but Dr. Medes makes it a bit better.

Except, when Luke walks in on an unassuming Monday, there’s a crowd of kids pushing around at the back board. Some look happy when they walk away but most…. Well, they aren’t too pleased.

He jostles his way through his classmates. The fight to see what’s on the board is all sharp elbows and yelps from stubbed toes. Luke’s pretty sure that there’ll be a bruise blooming on his side by the end of it.

It’s a spreadsheet. Big black letters line the top, all bold and all capitalized:

AP STATS FALL FINAL PROJECT PARTNERS

Fuck. Luke’s eyes scroll down the sheet, scanning the bars for his name. He finds it, sweep his eyes to the adjacent box. Double fuck.

Your name in black, 12px, Arial font grins back at him tauntingly.

Luke curses Dr. Medes and the randomizer from Google that he always uses. Triple fuck, because there’s a warmth at his back and you slide into the edge of his periphery.

You notice him, head turning in slow-motion, mouth coming down to solidify into the grimace of the year. He wants to run away but the frown lines arrowing in your skin keep him captive.

“Hi partner.” The boy manages a little wave, a sharp grin. It’s as genuine as he can get without encountering the nervous fear of you punching him.

Tire-flat, “Castellan.”

“So,” he draws out the vowel and juts his thumb at a pair of desks the corner, “let’s talk about it.”

He knows he has a steady voice. He controls his breaths well, speaks carefully, slowly, with purpose. Luke thinks you’re about to fall asleep by the time he’s asking if you have time after school to iron out the details. The question snaps you out of your reverie.

“Er,” you blink a few times, groggy. “I’m free until I have to show up for drills.”

He hums, nods. “So from after sixth period to five, right?”

“Yea.”

( Why did he remember your practice time? Now he feels weird. )

He types a reminder into his phone and shuts it off, sliding the device into his pocket casually.

The words come out without thinking, “How do you feel about my house?”

What the fuck was that. Luke’s panicking; you’re barely cordial with each other—hell, you hate him and he’s pretty sure that he feels the same—and he just invited you to the most intimate place of his life.

“Excuse me?”

Luke tries the best he can to salvage this. “I mean—like, for work. It’s just a block away, and I have the stuff we need to make the presentation.”

Please say no, please say no, please say no.

“Oh, yea, just—” your eyes go out of focus as you think “—well, I guess I could.”

Very strained, molars practically dust, “Great. I’ll text my mom and let her know.”

The voice in his skull is banging at his bones and shrieking FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY. He pulls out his phone again to shoot a frenzied text to his mom as soon as you turn away to work on something else.

TO: mom

(11:26) mom plz i swear ill do all the dishes n put them away scrub the toilet find u hmart coupons n drive u there ANYTHING U ASK just PLZ can u get poster board and markers b4 i come home 🙏🙏

(11:26) for stats its a project. my partners coming over too

FROM: mom

(11:30) Ok. You better keep the HMart promise lol 🤣

“All good?” you question, zipping up your backpack. There’s a gleam of curiosity hiding under the hood of your eyelids; the sight of it makes something cold slither down his spine. Like you want to slice him open and eat his secrets alive.

The bell rings.

“Yea. Just fine.”

( It’s really not. He goes to the restroom straight after, splashes his face, and zones out in front of the mirror as the water dries. )

TO: silena 🎀

(11:32) what would u do if u accidentally invited the person who reciprocates ur hate for them to ur house for a project that u had to sell ur soul to ur mom to get the supplies for

FROM: silena 🎀

(11:40) LMFAOOO R U TWEAKING 😝 (11:41) oh wait is it the drum major… (11:41) ask whether if beckendorfs taken for me pls 😘

TO: silena 🎀

(11:43) WHAT THE HELL BRU 😭😭😭

FROM: silena 🎀

(11:44) what can i say, im an opportunist at heart 🩷

TO: silena 🎀

(11:46) boooooooo 🗣️🗣️

Luke flies by the seat of his pants. It’s a good quality, especially when plans don’t work out on the field. But because his quality of being impetuous benefits him in one way, it must be unbeneficial in an another scenario. There must be balance in life, and now is no exception, to much of his chagrin. Exhibit one: his mom has now whisked you away onto the couch and—good lord, she’s pulling out his baby album from under the coffee table.

He suppresses his shriek of mortification to a pathetic squeak as you turn a page and see a grainy photo of little him—cheeks flushed, hair long, curls loose, a pair of garish upside-down sunglasses with gold frames sliding down his nose.

“He loved swimming when he was little,” is what his mom is telling you. “We used to go to the beach almost twice a month.”

“How cute.”

Your eyes are shining with mirth and something evil. Luke wonders if he could walk right back outside and scream at the sky.

“Mom,” he ekes out, strained. “We need to work on our project.”

May Castellan does a little thing with her eyebrows, mouth pressing into a thin line and eyes scrutinizing.

“Okay,” she says after a moment of thought. Her voice sounds small but Luke knows that his mother is anything but with that devious glimmer in her eyes. “Make sure to leave your door open.”

Luke thinks that you almost choke. He feels a prickling sensation burn all the way up his back, face warming up. “Mom….”

The woman hums absently, looks straight into his eyes with an innocuous lift of her brows.

“What?”

You ease off the couch and excuse yourself to the bathroom, wandering down the hallway. Luke immediately erupts into a furiously hushed whisper.

“Mom, we’re not like that.”

“But I think your partner is a good kid. Very sweet.” His mother put extra stress on ‘partner’, even throwing in a very obvious wink that she tries to play off as an unbalanced blink. Oh, if only Luke could stop getting embarrassed by the people in his life.

“Bro….”

“Who? I am your mother, I gave birth and raised you, bro.”

Luke bows his head like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, mom.”

She bobs her head side to side, skeptical. “Mhm, be a good host and show your guest to the bathroom.”

Luke pads away, floorboards squeaking under his socks. He finds you leaning straight-faced against the door to his bedroom, the Sesame Street-themed sign with his name on it pinned into the wood behind your shoulder.

“Not a word,” he hisses, stepping forward to reach for the knob. Like always, he regretfully acts before he thinks, subsequently caging you between the wall and himself.

You make a face, half-bewildered and all-disgusted. “Yea, like everyone wants to know about your ugly baby photos.”

The parts of Luke’s neck hidden under his hoodie flush. You’re so close that he can feel your words rattling in his nerves, as if you’re speaking right into his skin. He twists the knob quickly and skitters into his room.

You step in without another word, scanning his things. Luke kisses his teeth; he should’ve asked his mom to hide everything in the closet too because there’s a grin creeping into your mouth the longer you look around.

“Didn’t know you were a nerd, Castellan.”

He represses the urge to sweep the toy race cars off the topmost shelf and rip the blueprint posters off the wall. Burn the baby blue duvet on his bed with the Ferrari logo stitched in the corner, he doesn’t care—anything to save himself from the embarrassment.

You pick up a mini Mercedes from the shelf, turn it in your fingers, and set it back down wordlessly. Luke wants to kiss the feet of whoever controls his luck that you don’t insult him further.

“I, uh,” he manages, strained, “I’m gonna get the materials.”

You hum noncommittally and turn to read the white text on his Blueprint of an F1 Car poster. Luke skitters away, grabbing the poster board and marker box at lightning speed.

His mom gives him a weird look—brows raised and mouth pinched—as he sprints back.

Luke decides along the way that you aren’t so bad, because—well, you let him choose the topic of the project to be motorsports.

FROM: silena 🎀

(16:28) did u ask abt beckendorf 🩷

TO: silena 🎀

(16:30) girl bffr how can i do that if i cant be social w haters

FROM: silena 🎀

(16:30) www.wikihow.com/how2talk2urcrush (16:31) hope this helps 😊😘

TO: silena 🎀

(16:31) WHAT THE FUKC

Luke forgot one crucial thing in his panic: you’re in Heralds under his father. He’s lettering the topic of your presentation on the board when he hears the front door snick. His marker nearly slips.

“Uh—” you snap your gaze up as Luke’s mouth begins to open and close like a fish, fumbling for the words “—don’t you have to go to practice?”

You regard him momentarily before squinting at the screen of your school-issued laptop. “In half an hour.”

Luke thinks, just rip off the band aid.

“I’m gonna try to say this really nicely, but my dad just got home and I need you out of my house before it gets awkward.”

You don’t take offence, shutting the computer and squeezing your hunched shoulders back. “Thank fucking god, I’m free.”

“Luke!” His mom’s voice is faint, somewhere far-off in another part of his house. “Does your friend want a snack? Maybe dinner before practice?”

And then, “Luke brought someone over?”

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the sound of his father’s voice, but he definitely wants to die when his mom mentions you by name.

Luke watches the light leave your eyes when you listen closely to the footsteps padding along the floorboards.

“Sergeant, I didn’t know you were in the same class as Luke.”

You notably do not correct sergeant to major.

“Sir, hi,” you say, visibly cringing at the sight of his father standing awkwardly in the doorframe. “I’m actually just leaving.”

“Nonsense!” His dad smiles at you easily, envy digging between the rungs of Luke’s ribs. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Luke jumps in, “Band practice.” And he really doesn’t mean for it to come out as disrespectful as it did, but when the man he’s wanted the most approval from gives it readily to you, the person who hates him most…well.

“Oh. How was your day, Luke?”

“Fine,” he grits, standing up quickly despite the way it makes his head spin. You get up too, patting at the imaginary dust on your pants.

His dad smiles at you again with his eyes twinkling, and when you walk past the doorway, he pats your shoulder fondly.

“Luke can walk you back.”

The both of you look at the older man, bewildered.

“What the hell?”

“Sir, that’s alright, I really don’t need an escort.”

May Castellan calls from that far-off place in the house. “Luke? Please walk your friend back, it’ll get dark soon.”

Luke uses his sweetest, mommy’s-dearest-boy voice while looking his dad dead in the eye. “Okay. You need anything else?”

“Just come back safe, baby.”

“Okay, love you.”

You look out of place, fingers wrapped around the straps of your backpack, tongue poking at your cheek. Luke cautiously puts his hand between your shoulders and steers you towards the door.

The both of you skitter out before anything else goes downhill, sharing a sigh of relief.

“So,” Luke starts once you’re halfway down the street. The toes of his sneakers catch in the concrete gaps, cushioned by the weeds growing from them. “Is Beckendorf single?”

You whip your head around, a small part to your mouth and eyes narrowing.

“Asking for a friend,” he adds quickly. “My girlfriend, actually. I mean, not my girlfriend, just my best friend who happens to be a girl.”

“He’s single, alright,” you admit after a moment of pause, hands hanging heavy in your pockets. “But he’s got his eyes set on someone already. Who’s your friend?”

Luke’s mouth twists. Should he really tell you? From what he knows, band kids are vicious with gossip. What if Silena’s senior year got ruined because of him?

You speak again, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Are you dating Silena, by the way?”

He’s quick to answer. “No, she’s my best friend.”

“Mhm.” You nod, deep in thought. “So she likes Charles.”

Fucking hell, Luke’s stupid. So, so, so fucking stupid. Now you know Silena’s biggest secret because he’s got a big fucking mouth and acts before his brain can fucking think and—

“You wanna get them together?”

He blinks, nearly tripping over an uplifted slab of sidewalk. “Huh?”

“They probably both think that the other is dating one of us…so.”

Luke never learns from his mistakes. “So, what? We pretend to kiss so they can get over themselves and do the same?”

Loose fucking cannon, you, goes the voice trapped in his skull, can’t ever keep your damn mouth shut when you need it to be.

“I mean,” you mutter, eyes cast onto the ground, sheepish with the way you begin to palm at your neck. He wonders if parts of you also itch and flush when you’re with him. “Never mind, that’s stupid. We’re just setting them up, there’s no need to do all that extra shit.”

Luke laughs, embarrassment creeping in hot. “Yea, sorry. That’s just insane, like—”

“—something out of a movie, I know.” You’re laughing with him too, mouth stretching wide and smile lines digging into your skin. He kind of gets why you’re his dad’s favorite now—you’re both similar in humor and expression.

He quells the thing in his stomach that continues to grow the longer he stares at your smile lines. “Okay, so obviously just pushing them towards each other, and it’ll happen naturally.”

You nod. “And after we’ll just go back to hating each other, yea? There’s no need to pretend.”

“But why do you hate me?” Luke loathes how involuntary his speech has become. People don’t just ask why others hate them. For the nth time that day, he wishes to crawl into a hole and—

“It’s not really you, I just have a vendetta against the football team in general. And I guess I felt pressured to hate you specifically ‘cause that’s what everyone expects, y’know?”

Oh, okay.

He starts—voluntarily, this time, because you deserve to know the same, “I don’t like you because of my dad.”

( Well, it was what he wanted to say, but not exactly how he wanted to say it. )

“You’re like, his perfect successor,” Luke continues, pushes on like he always does with every unfortunate mishap that befalls him. “I thought I could make him happy by doing my own thing. He wanted a track star for his team and I became football captain. And to really rub it in, I used his camera and got into yearbook instead of Heralds. Did you know he has beef with Ares and Clio?”

You shake your head, incredulous. The both of you have stopped moving, feet coming to a standstill on the broken sidewalk.

“That’s a dick move.”

He shrugs, a small smile gracing his face. “I know, it’s kinda too much, even if I was pissed. But looking back, I guess I’m happy with where I’m at.”

“I think that matters a lot more than your dad’s approval,” you tell him sagely.

“Yea,” Luke agrees, the toe of his sneakers leaving an indent in the gravel. “So we’re good, right? Friends?”

Your face pinches, mouth going sour and a little tender. “I wouldn’t go that far. I still hate grossly overrated sports.”

“Yea, and I hate writing in Associated Press.”

Your mouth tilts in an almost-smile, backlit pink by the horizon. It’s far enough into the year that the sun starts setting at five, and it’s chilly too, breaths starts to wisp.

You nod you head awkwardly in the direction of the school—he didn’t even realize that you’ve walked this far already.

“See you around, Castellan.”

[ VIDEO: a clip of someone’s living room decked out in festive lights. A group of rowdy teens are clumped together on the floor, a few older kids on the couches. The film is shaky and so is the audio, but the teens are clearly rapping—badly—along to Hamilton, which is playing on the TV.

The camera briefly zooms in on you and Charles sitting next to each other on the couch, you closing your eyes, knees slung over his thighs while he belts along to the singing portions of the song. The view then flips over to show Travis as the cameraman, tears in his eyes, a sugar-rush flush to his face before the video ends. ]

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travstole gna miss my favorite seniors 😞

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majmajmaj what happens at the semester end party STAYS AT THE SEMESTER END PARTY

perciusjakcsn GTFO THIS IS ACTUALLY WATERGATE FOR BAND 😭👎

conmanstole if i can prove that i never touched my balls 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

↳ travstole can u promise not to tell another soul whatchu saw 🫵😩😰

“I need your number,” you tell him on the last day of finals, to a backdrop of students rushing out of class. He doesn’t know how you found him right after fifth period, but he doesn’t dare question. “I forgot to get it when we were working on the project.”

Luke only has the pen he used to fill out his physics exam, so he takes your hand gently and scrawls the digits onto your palm. It’s a little hard to read, kind of—very—smudged, but it works.

“See you after break?” he offers, clipping the pen onto the collar of his soft sweatshirt. Luke fidgets the longer you look at him, scratching at the stubble he missed during his morning shave, readjusting his computer glasses.

“Obviously,” you tell him after a lifetime—really just a split second—of deliberation. “Don’t forget.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

You raise your brows just slightly, a little furrow forming in your skin. There’s a small tilt to your mouth, almost disbelieving, skeptical.

“Congrats on MVP, by the way,” you tell him just as he’s about to awkwardly step away. “That was a better season than I expected.”

“Really?” He grins; his face nearly hurts from the force of it.

“Football’s still ass.” You shrug and step back, thumbs looped in the straps of your backpack. “Don’t go too far. I’m expecting an assignment on volleyball soon.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Luke feels so stupid when you give him a sardonic little grin in return, head beginning to pound at a hundred kilometers an hour.

( And then he remembers that he’s American and doesn’t actually know what the fuck a kilometer is outside of physics. See? He’s decidedly bam-fucking-boozled. )

The bell for the sixth period final rings, and he’s snapped out of it, realizing that he’s standing dumbly in the courtyard. He’s in sports—he doesn’t have a sixth because that’s the period reserved for practice, which he doesn’t have.

When he comes home to kickstart winter break, Luke actually—albeit curtly—greets his dad.

[ IMAGE: a screenshot of a DM. On the left side of the chat, two messages that read:

wild guess but maybe luke likes the band kid that everyone calls sarge or smth i saw them walking together after school and they met up when finals was over

anon pls

The right side of the chat has a message with one shocked emoji and a thumbs up. ]

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centaurs.confess movie plot ahh rumor 💀

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drewtanka ONG?? 😦😦

naka.ethan bruh i’m reporting this for misinformation on behalf of marching band as a whole #CASTELLANSUCKSASS

↳ damienwit #CASTELLANSUCKSASS ↳ travstole thats my cousin ur talking abt do it again #CASTELLANSUCKSASS

FROM: silena 🎀

(18:52) so i find out thru insta huh. ur so fake lucas castellan 🖕

TO: silena 🎀

(18:53) woahh those r some wild accusations silena beauregard (18:53) and thats not even the name on my birth certificate. its just luke.

FROM: silena 🎀

(18:54) how does it feel to be the most hated man at school #CASTELLANSUCKSASS 🎙️

TO: silena 🎀

(19:00) in a student body full of neanderthals thats a fucking badge of honor

FROM: silena 🎀

(19:01) what about the rumors abt ur crush on ur dads fav editor in chief 🎙️

TO: silena 🎀

(19:01) STFUU WHO SAID THAT EW 😨 (19:01) we legit hate each other idk what ur talking about. anything else u heard is misinformation bruh it was just a project

FROM: silena 🎀

(19:02) yall hear smth?? (20:00) SMH LEFT ON READ. BESTIE PRIVILEGES RE FUCKING VOKED.

p.s. ★ on the topic of #CASTELLANSUCKSASS - this is purely a work of fiction, and although this is based on real things that teenagers do, it is never funny to cyberbully people. if u are being cyberbullied, report, block, and tell someone who can help, like a counselor or trusted adult (also dont forget to have screenshots as evidence), and if u are someone who cyberbullies others, gtfo of my blog bc ur not welcome.

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me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings