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free-pool-trash · 4 years

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folklore - isaac lahey {2/?}

part two because i just couldn’t wait lmao! this chapter focuses a lot on the reader but there is some cute isaac moments in there too because i wanted there to be more to the story than just reader and isaac’s relationship <33 this part is kinda just setting stuff up tho so dw!

platonic derek x reader in this part :) and isaac ofc

please let me know what u think :)

word count: 4.4k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, i think that’s it???? let me know if i misses anything <3

my taglist is still pretty wishy washy for this so i’m gonna tag the people who enjoyed part one, thanks for all the lovely feedback <3

Taglist: @makeusfreefromthisfandom, @cece-lives-here, @chocolate-raspberries, @belsandthings let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

PART 1

PART 3

Endless thoughts plagued your mind as you wandered through the crowded halls. It barely registered with you that Derek could be home and not bother to check in, although maybe it was for the best, you were pretty sure that he was still a wanted man- for a crime you were also sure he didn't commit. You knew Derek, despite the fact that you weren't related by blood you saw each other as family, you knew how he treated his family, it was what he treasured above all else and there was absolutely no way in hell that he had burned his whole family tree to ash.

He and his uncle Peter were the only Hale's left as far as you knew, however saying that Peter was "alive" seemed like a bit of a reach. The man who used to tell you stories and sneak you candy whenever he saw you was completely immobilized now, scarred to the point of being almost unrecognizable, he couldn't talk, he could barely move, he was even being fed through a tube.

Peter was a particularly close friend of your father's, he'd always made you refer to him as 'uncle Peter' and the man did the title justice treating you like one of his own. And while you called him Uncle Peter, he- and the rest of the Hale's- always called you something different; "The littlest of the pack" though you never understood why the family had such an obsession with being known as a pack, you were more than delighted to know that they considered you part of it.

When you were old enough you started volunteering at the hospital which held Peter and after six months of hard work, sweeping hallways and helping the overworked nurses they finally bumped you up to keeping patients company. Since you were still in school you were mostly at the hospital at night and on Sunday mornings, the same time as your favourite nurse, Melissa, who always assigned you to Peter when she was manning the same ward as you. To be honest it was rough seeing him in such a state, it was as though everyone you loved seemed to struggle- the thought alone always made you choke up, made you wish you had some kind of power to take it all away, to make everything better. But you didn't, so you simply read to him, told him about what was happening in the news, stories about what was happening at school as Peter was always one for a good scoop of gossip, you even confided in him about the sharp sting you felt in your chest whenever someone you cared about was in pain, himself included. The logical thing would've been to simply stop visiting him but if you did then he'd barely have any human interaction for the rest of his life and ignoring the fact that he couldn't show it, you knew deep down that he could hear you, felt that he appreciated your visits.

Without even realizing where your feet had been carrying you, too lost in thought to notice, you found yourself nearing Isaac's locker, the boy himself hunched by it, his face hidden by the blue metal door. It was easy to forget over the weekend and after hanging out alone how shy Isaac was, he was a completely different person around you, he was loud, granted he still wasn't as loud as you but he certainly knew how to find his voice, he stood straighter as opposed to how the tall boy stood in the school hallways. To you he stood out, in a perfectly beautiful way, you often chastised him for not giving himself enough credit, always asking if he'd ever even looked in a mirror. Even with your endless compliments that made him blush every time without fail, Isaac still chose to blend in, but you didn't blame him- you blamed his asshole of a father for making him believe he was anything less than wonderful.

It was no secret that Isaac was taller than the average teen in Beacon Hills standing at six foot one, which meant he gave incredible hugs but it also meant he tried his very best to fold into himself in larger crowds and he regularly walked with his head down as to not draw attention to himself, even standing at his locker he bowed his head.

Shaking off your thoughts you walked up to your best friends side, tugging his sleeve softly to alert him of your presence before wrapping your arms around him, enveloping him in a side hug and allowing your head to rest against his arm while he wriggled it out of your grasp to wrap around your waist more comfortably, not paying his burning cheeks and racing heart any mind as he shifted his gaze from organizing his books to the girl clinging to him with a pout on her face, "What's up, buttercup?"

Nuzzling your head further into his side you let out a dramatic sigh, "I heard from Scott that Derek is back in Beacon." Isaac felt his eyebrow raising at the mention of both names, Scott's because you seemed to be hearing a lot of things from him in the last couple of days and at Derek's because he was pretty sure you hadn't seen him in years.

"How would McCall know if Derek's in town? Isn't he pretty much your cousin?" Isaac asked, thumb moving soothingly against your hip as you melted into him, shoulders slumping sadly and your pout only becoming more prominent. His voice sounded slightly aggravated at the mention of Scott but you thought nothing of it, thankfully. Isaac didn't want this to turn into a conversation about his petty jealousy.

"Forget cousin he was more like my big brother. That's what's got me so twisted! Why would he come home and not even bother to check in?" You murmured grumpily against the fabric of the flannel Isaac was sporting instead of his usual cardigan, which reminded you that he couldn't have worn his usual cardigan because you'd forgotten to give it back to him the night before and sported it yourself. The comfy grey material hugging your shoulders as you hugged the boy that the item of clothing actually belonged to.

"When did McCall say he saw him?" Isaac inquired, sorting his books with one hand.

"Yesterday."

"Alright well that wasn't too long ago maybe he's planning on checking in today?" He suggested, finishing up at his locker and throwing his bag over his shoulder, dropping his hand from your hip and sliding it into yours, interlocking your fingers and giving you a comforting squeeze before he began leading you towards the school's double doors, the last class of the day having already ended.

Letting out another sigh you only nodded, swinging your interlocked hands between you as you walked towards the exit.

"I promised my dad I'd finish a plot at the cemetery so he'd let me come over tonight so I'm gonna be a little bit late." Isaac broke the silence, looking at you with an expression that was mixed with disappointment and exhaustion, "That's okay." You offered, squeezing his hand as he'd done yours earlier.

"Do you want a ride home?" You asked him, nodding your head toward your beat up, second hand car that the pair of you had already made several memories in since you got it almost a year ago for your sixteenth birthday.

The brown haired boy only shook his head, giving you a soft smile and nodding towards the bike racks, "Nah, I brought my bike today."

Nodding in understanding, you leaned up and pecked his cheek while you let go of his hand, "Alright. Since you're gonna be late I'll pick up the movie for tonight myself. You just meet me at my place whenever you're ready, Kay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Letting out a soft laugh he watched you walk to your car, already missing your warmth beside him.

The first thing you noticed upon pulling into your driveway was the slick black car that was parked beside your mother's blue one, in your usual spot. The car was new and you didn't recognize it, you quirked an eyebrow, putting your car in park behind your mother's, grabbed your school bag from the passenger seat and got out with a slam of the door.

As you entered the house you were met with the sound of voices floating from the kitchen, picking up on the hushed conversation as you made your way towards the three voices, "You need to tell her." One said, a man. "It's too soon." Another sounded, you recognized the voice to belong to your father. "No, he's right, if what he says is true she's going to get caught up in it either way. Especially now the Argent's are in town." That was your mother. Your eyebrows furrowed, you could only assume that the 'she' they were talking about was you but what you didn't understand was what exactly they were debating telling you and why it had anything to do with the Argent's, were they talking about the Allison girl who had just joined your class?

You pushed open the kitchen door, eyebrows knitted tightly together, your brain taking a second to catch up with who your eyes were seeing, "Derek."

The name left your lips in barely a whisper when your eyes landed on the dark haired man leaning against your kitchen counter with a small smile playing on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, kid."

Without wasting anymore time you launched yourself forward, arms wrapping around Derek's middle as he let out a sigh, his own arms moving around you slowly to reciprocate your action with a tight squeeze.

"I missed you!" You exclaimed punching the older man in the shoulder once you detached from the hug, expression turning accusing after a moment prompting Derek to purse his lips and brace himself, he knew that look, he hadn't seen it in a while but he knew it. That was your "I've got a bone to pick with you" look, Derek had to fight off the smile that threatened to grow on his lips when he realized that this particular look hadn't changed since you were five years old.

"Do you want to tell me why Scott McCall got to see you before I did?" The man under fire let out a defeated sigh, "If it makes you feel any better I would've rathered it be you that I bumped into." He responded halfheartedly, letting out a huff you turned towards your parents who were sat at the dining table.

"What were you guys talking about before I came in?" You questioned, feeling nervous as the three adults suddenly went rigid, glancing between each other before Derek nodded his head in your father's direction, silently encouraging him to tell you what they'd been discussing earlier.

Letting out a heavy exhale through his nose your father motioned for you to sit down in the chairs across from him, Derek moving to sit beside your father in front of you as you did. "This is going to be hard to believe but I need you to keep an open mind while we explain, alright?" You only managed a nod of your head, nerves ever-growing as you waited for someone to elaborate on whatever they were about to tell you.

"You've heard of werewolves haven't you?"

"Sure." You responded confused, the question seemed out of place in what you assumed was to be a serious conversation.

"Well they're real." Your father responded. You couldn't stop the snort that left your mouth, breaking out into a fit of giggles before you noticed the three adults before you looking at you with absolutely no trace of amusement. "Wait you're serious?!" Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Derek's eyes flashed blue and he bared his teeth in response to your exclamation.

"...So the howling Scott said he heard in the woods?" You trailed off, eyes wide as Derek nodded his head, "it was a werewolf."

"You?"

"No. An alpha."

Eyes never leaving Derek, you posed another question, "Is this why you're family called themselves a pack?"

The man nodded, not being able to get a word in edgewise while you continued to fire out question after question, "You guys always said I was the littlest of the pack does that mean-" Your mother cut you off with a light chuckle, "No babe, you're not a werewolf." A sigh of relief left you when you slumped back against the kitchen chair, a small twinge of disappointment flooding through you, that would've been cool.

"You may not be a wolf genetically but you're still a member of our pack." Derek assured you, sensing your disappointment. "Are they in the pack too?" You inquired, glancing quickly at your parents before returning your gaze to Derek.

"No. Just you." You couldn't lie and say the statement didn't make you feel special but still, it confused you, "Why not?"

It was your mother's turn to speak now, giving the werewolf a break from your constant curiosity.

"Back before the fire your dad and I had a certain role to play in Beacon Hills," she started, reaching for your hand before she continued, "from the minute you were born you bonded with almost everyone in the Hale house, we didn't understand it completely but we assumed it was because of how close me and your dad were to them. I guess they kind of saw you as their newest cub after Cora." Derek chuckled, chiming in with a quiet, "More like runt of the little." Giving him a glare you kicked his shin under the table while he laughed and you nodded for your mother to keep going.

"Anyway, as you already know me and your dad met in college- studying Mythology. We uncovered supernatural occurrence after supernatural occurrence and those supernatural occurrences eventually led us here, to the Hale's." She told you, looking to your father for him to continue, he cleared his throat before speaking, "We got caught up in it, built a huge repertoire of supernatural entities, including werewolves, I met Peter and we made a truce, ended up becoming best friends in the process."

Nodding your head slowly you spoke up again, "So you guys were like… their supernatural encyclopedia?"

"Pretty much." Derek answered.

"Okayyyy… but that still doesn't answer my question, why am I in the pack and not you guys?" You posed the question to your father who looked at your mother nervously.

"When you were four things got messy, really messy," Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes muttering "understatement of the century" under his breath as your father went on, "Your mother got captured by hunters, Chris Argent and his little gang of merry men." He tensed his jaw, saying the name through clenched teeth before composing himself, "So your uncle Peter made the executive decision to initiate you into the pack to make absolutely sure that nobody would get their hands on you."

"Why?" The three of them erupted into laughs at the look on your face, Derek opting to answer the question, "I don't know how you did it but you had him completely wrapped around your finger. Peter is the most selfish person I've ever met but he would've sooner died himself than let anyone touch a hair on your head. As part of a pack members protect each other at all costs. With you officially a member it meant that we were bonded to you, you were one of us." The mention of Peter made you smile, not that you'd admit it to Derek but you felt the newly exposed pack bond strongest with Peter, the dots only connecting in your head now years later. Derek picking up on your train of thought spoke up, "That's why you can't bring yourself to stop visiting him."

Your mother's voice cut in again, "Those four crescent scars on the back of your neck are from Peter, it's how he marked you as a member without actually turning you." She explained, your hand absentmindedly rubbed the nape of your neck, fingers tracing deftly over the scars that you often forgot about.

"I know it's a lot to digest but there's one more thing." Derek sighed, a slight feeling of guilt growing within him for having to dump this on you all at once. When you didn't say anything, only looked at him he continued, "The hunters who kidnapped your mother, well they're back."

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach as you whipped your head to your mom, "Are they gonna try take her again?" Your voice was bordering on sounding manic, Derek's voice quelling your worried before you had a panic attack.

"No. I don't think so at least. It's me and the alpha they're after, and- I trust you not to tell anyone this- your friend Scott too." Your eyes widened yet again, Scott was a werewolf? That must have been why he was seeking Derek out earlier today, "That's why he was looking for you isn't it?" You voiced your thoughts, Derek rose an eyebrow in response, "Looking for me?" You nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, today in school, he and Stilinski started asking me a bunch of questions about why you were here- I told them I'd help them find you." You clarified, trying not to laugh at the exhausted look that came over Derek's face when the name Stilinski fell from your lips.

"Tell him to meet me in the woods later. I need him to help find the alpha." Derek instructed, watching contently as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and began texting Scott, thankful you'd gotten his number.

You: I'm with Derek

You: He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the woods later

Scott: When is later?

"When is later?" You voiced, not looking up from your phone, "After dark." Derek answered and you laughed, "Alright, Bruce Wayne."

You: He says "after dark"

Scott: :/ cryptic much

You: Best I could do wolfie

Scott: He told you??????

You: Yep, I'll fill you in tomorrow there's a lot to unpack here…

Scott: Please don't tell anybody

You: Your secret is safe with me don't worry

With that you set your phone down in front of you, before something crossed your mind, "Wait you said Argent earlier right?" Derek nodded, your mother and father having moved from the table, preparing food in the kitchen.

"Allison Argent just started at my school, I'm pretty sure Scott has a crush on her actually." You informed, shrugging your shoulders lightly, picking up your phone when it buzzed and missing the way Derek rolls his eyes.

Isaac: I'll be over at 7 <3

You: Great what movie do you want me to get?

Isaac: Ladies choice ;)

You: Hope you like Legally Blonde xoxoxo

Isaac: Seriously again?

You: You said my choice no take backs, love you <3333333

The time was 5:45pm and the sky had turned from blue to black, you assumed Derek would be heading off to stress Scott out soon enough so you stood from the table and grabbed your jacket, "I'm gonna go rent a DVD for me and Isaac, you guys need anything?" You directed towards your parents who were messing around in the kitchen like teenagers causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

"Huh? No we're okay. When is lover boy coming?" Your father asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you, laughing at how you groaned, "Stop calling my best friend 'loverboy' one of these days you're gonna slip up and call him that to his face and he'll literally die of embarrassment on the spot!" You yelled, cheeks burning and expecting your mother to come to your defense only to have her laugh along with your father, "Yeah, don't talk about your future son in law like that."

"God, you two are the worst. Derek tell them to stop harassing my friendships." The dark haired man rose an eyebrow from his seat, a strict look on his face, "She's too young for a boyfriend."

"Thanks, Derek. That was absolutely not helpful at all, but thank you." You muttered, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door.

You loved your parents, adored them, they raised you incredibly- that didn't mean they didn't annoy the hell out of you sometimes, though. They had about fifty names that they liked to call Isaac instead of his actual name, the most popular being "loverboy", "heart eyes", or your mother's personal favorite "future son in law." You supposed it was good that they liked him enough to consider him a future son in law, however, it was pretty insensitive when they could clearly see that you were painfully in love with him and fighting with inner turmoil because of it.

After a five minute drive you pulled up to the video store, stepping out and noticing Lydia Martin in the car next to you, you made brief eye contact with the strawberry blonde and the pair of you exchanged friendly smiles before you entered the store. Lydia was nice but you noticed she wore a facade around school, more specifically around Jackson. You remembered quite vividly how she shot Isaac down rather brutally back in freshman year. He'd only asked her out to prove a point to you, you couldn't remember what now but you'd gotten in some form of argument and the resolution you'd come to was that he prove himself and ask someone out, that someone happened to be Lydia. He didn't really like her but the whole debacle did significantly bruise his ego.

Of course, wherever Lydia Martin is Jackson Whittemore was never far away. You almost laughed when the first thing you heard after walking into the store was the jock shouting about not being able to find "The Notebook".

"It's over there." You chimed in, alerting him of your presence and pointing straight ahead of him towards the movie he was searching for.

Nodding thankfully the blonde made his way toward the far shelf while you walked to the other side of the store.

Despite being across the room, Jackson's gasp sounded clearly making you nearly jump out of your skin. Placing a hand on your rapidly beating heart you just shook your head and let out a long breath. You were probably just hearing things, your mind concocting noises to psych you out after learning the new information about the supernatural, Jackson's gasp had absolutely nothing to do with the snarls you thought you were hearing from behind you.

You had yourself convinced you were just hearing things. That was until the snarls became mingled with hot, slobbery breaths that hit the nape of your neck, shocking you into spinning yourself around. You couldn't help the yelp of fear that left your lips when your eyes met beaming red orbs… the eyes- they weren't human.

What you were looking at you could only describe as a beast. A wolf. The ability you usually possessed to control your breathing left you as you heaved, continuing to stumble back as the creature took steps forward until your back hit a row of shelves painfully. DVDs crashing to the floor in your wake.

The creature was face to face with you now, snout coming in contact with your nose as it's demonic eyes bored into your soul. It snarled as you felt your heart rate increase, it was going so fast you were half scared it would detach from it's blood vessels. Everything about the creature scared you, from its eyes, to it's snarl, to its fangs baring in your face, but what frightened you the most was that you felt like you knew it. There was a familiarity with it and you could not for the life of you explain it but you could feel it.

The scream that left you when the beast finally lunged for you with snapping jaws shook the store as the wolf sunk its teeth into the soft tissue of where your shoulder connects to your neck. The pain you felt was as blinding as the eyes that stared at you, the beast raised it's hair covered paw in the air, fully intent of swiping the last remnants of life from your now limp form before it suddenly stopped, looking at you with so much uncertainty. Not getting a chance to analyze the new look on the things hairy face the creature resumed its position on all fours then crashed out of the store window.

"(L/n)?!" Jackson whisper shouted, from around the corner, only seeing your legs peeking out from behind a row of shelves as he made his way over to you, his movements jittery. You tried to call out but your voice failed you, you kicked your legs out weakly to let him know where you were, not knowing he was already rushing towards you.

"Christ… ok just stay awake I'm calling the police right now." The blond, who you'd never known to care for anything other than himself, spoke frantically- shaking as he pulled out his phone.

Your hearing faded in and out as Jackson shouted at law enforcement over the phone. Tilting your head to the side, very painfully, you began to panic once you noticed the gaping bite that had been taken out of your neck, you whimpered pathetically at the sight of your entire shoulder, neck and hair drenched in blood, your blood. Your panic seemed to rub off on Jackson as he noticed your breath becoming heavier and heavier by the second, tears falling down your face as you stared at your injury in fear.

It was just then that sirens wailed from outside, this eased Jackson's nerves, the boy, you had to hand it to him, didn't leave your side until you were safely in an ambulance- your nerves however were still fried, panic growing by the second as strangers fretted around you, yelling orders at each other and pushing painfully against your wounds. Calm didn't settle over you until one of the medics injected you with a needle, you didn't have a clue what was in it and you didn't have time to theorize as your world turned black.

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1800areyouslapping · 7 years

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I went with just Big!Sis and Little!Sis I lowkey, high key want them to be in love :’) Big!Sister’s Perspective (mostly).

It had appeared when she was nine. This red string tied around her finger. One morning she awoke and it was just... there. She couldn’t feel it, not outwardly. But within herself, this taut thread connecting from her heart to her pinky finger. It tugged and pulled the more she ignored its persistent thrum.

She headed its call. Slipped out of bed still wearing her jammies. Padded her way down the hall following this mysterious piece of string. Not acknowledging any of the handmaidens or staff that gave her greetings. The handmaidens and staff not acknowledging the thread. She had to find its end. It was a need, a compulsive pull, that she couldn’t help but give in to.

The string had led her to her mother. Sitting at her vanity in the early morning. Brushing her hair, still in her nightgown and robe. The natural sunlight glistening against her skin. A goddess in the flesh. Her mother greeted her with a warm familiar smile in her eyes, and a slight upturn of her lips. “Ah, good morning, my darling, Musume.”

Her mother extended her arms, offering her daughter a seat in her lap. But all she could see was red. The thin piece of string connecting from her pinky, and disappearing into his mother's tummy. Could her mother not see it? She lifted her arm up, beckoned her mother to look. To see. The graceful features of her mothers face scrunched up in concern and confusion. Eyebrows pulling into a point at the ridge of her nose.

Mother reached out gingerly and took her wrist in her hand. She turned it over, carefully examined every inch of skin. Massaged her palm and her fingers with her own. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t you see it, Mama?”

Her mother frantically shook her head. Turned her daughters hand over once again. Quickly this time, became increasingly worried with every passed up moment that she did understand what was worrying her little girl so. “No... I-I don’t see anything. Darling, are you in pain?”

She shook her head in response. How could Mother not see it? It was so bright, clear as day. Even brighter now, with an air of glow about it as it was illuminated by the Sun’s light. She explained it to her Mother. A simple explanation, really. From the moment the words “red string” had come out of her mouth, her Mother became exponentially uncomfortable.

“That’s-- are you-- are you sure? Right here,” she asked as she pointed to her own midsection. “This is where it ends?”

Later that day her Mother would find out that she was pregnant. With a child, she had no intentions of having. She and her brothers had each all been planned. Each child spanning roughly three years apart. And you would just so happen to have been conceived within the same time frame. Even if it had been unintentional. A seemingly mere coincidence.

Mother had begged her in a hushed tone. “Please, do not speak of the red string ever again. Tell me, is it still there?”

She looked down at her hand to find that, no it wasn’t. In fact, it had faded out the moment she had heard the nice lady doctor tell her that she was going to be a big sister for the third time. It wouldn’t be ‘til later, after all of the excitement had calmed down, that she would notice the irritation on the inside of her pinky finger. The tiniest bit of red kanji; as if it was etched into her skin from the inside out. It was a name; your name.

Her young gut instinct and guilt told her to keep it to herself. She didn’t want to bring any more attention to something that had caused her mother so much distress. Distress that at the time she didn’t understand. What was so bad about the red thread? Out of all of the stories that her father had told her, the one that she was living, had not been one of them. Not yet.

Her life revolved so deeply around you after that, and always would. She had been so consumed with her mother's health. Helped her at every chance that she could. Insisted on being there when you were born, and she was. From the day you were born, she’d be there at every pinnacle point in your life. Your mentor, protector, and most importantly your big sister.

She loathes to remember them. Those worried... near sickened looks that her mother used to give her when she had been especially possessive over you. Affectionate with you. Let you sleep with her in her bed whenever you’d cry and cry. Protective when you were still in your mother’s womb, and even more so with every new year of your life.

When her mother passed, she took the knowledge of that morning and the red thread with her. It’d be when she was cradling you. Still just a babbling baby at the age of three. Sobbing about missing your Mama, that Sojiro would attempt to soothe the two of you with the tail of the “Red String Of Fate.” She would listen in stunned silence, coupled with a bit of gut-twisting horror. You didn’t truly understand the tale your Papa was telling, but was cradled by the soothing sound of his voice regardless.

The dramatic telling of two fated lovers, connected by a red string. One that could tangle, but never break. Calmed you down enough to lull you off to sleep in her arms. Sojiro put you to bed, while she sprinted to her room to do some of her own research. Laid back on her bed and stared at her ceiling for hours trying to wrap her head around being fated to be with her own sister. Came to realize just why her mother had been so... disgusted.

It was like going through the five stages of grief twice over. Denied that the red string had ever shown up in the first place. It was a dream, a delusion. If no one else had seen it, then surely it must not have been real. As she got older the anger would settle in. Sometimes; often times at you. Irrationally lashed out at you for the smallest of things. Things you certainly did not deserve her scorn over. She had wanted so badly to hate you. It would have been so much simpler, much more natural to loathe a sibling than to lust after one.

Of course, that never stuck. And she’d spend years fixing all of the damage she had caused during that time. Even if it would seem that you had forgiven her near immediately. Always chasing after you big sister’s approval. Then she’d find herself begging her own mother at night. “Please find a way to break the string. Asks the ancestors for me, would you? I’ll do whatever they want. I-- I don’t want to feel this way anymore.” She never did see the red string again. But she could feel it, wrapped tightly around her pinky and heart.

The depression came with a heavy workload. An abundance of training and meetings. The realization that she literally could not give herself at all to anyone else. Not that she had ever been terribly interested in love. In a man or a woman to call her own. But she had tried and found that she couldn’t. She couldn’t give any real, genuine romantic emotion to any of them. No matter how charming, no matter how compatible they had seemed. The worst of the depression would come with she realizes that she might not ever get a chance to be with the one person she could give that to.

It’s well over a decade later now. It’s been a struggle; damn near incapacitating at times. Eventually, she came to a conclusion. A long, long time ago; that if the two of you are truly fated, then you’d come to her on your own. If you ever do; she’s now confident enough in her stature, power, the amount of respect that she commands in these halls, to be able to keep you safe being with her.

The one thing that crawls under her skin is that you too have the red kaji spelling out her own name. It catches her eye constantly. You’ve never said a thing about it. Possibly don’t think much of it. After all, it’s barely visible unless you’re searching for it. The thing is, you’re far too genius to not of looked it over or noticed your name on her own pinky...

No matter how many times she had been tempted to make a move, she would deny herself any sort of resolution. It has to be you. Tempted; especially as of late. Every year you blossom more and more. Becoming a prominent part of the family. Most importantly because you are so damn smart. The smartest of the bunch. Even more clever than even her, and she is proud of that fact. Hyper-observant and even headed. With a heart of gold, and a winning smile.

You turned twenty today. It was no surprise that the festivities were large and lavish. Sojiro never fails to spend and spend when it comes to the baby of the family. She sits and observes for the most part. Watching as you cackle and mingle with friends, and with Hanzo and Genji. While she sits back, perched like a hawk in a killer, backless dress.

Swallowing down sharp stings of jealousy, and the hot anger that accompanies it, anytime some boyfriend or girlfriend of yours is a little too handsy with you. Besides the jealousy, you’re far too important to have every single person touch you just because they feel like it. You’re far too valuable for everyone to be putting their fingerprints all over you. Most of all, she keeps an even sharper eye out for any affections that you clearly are not happy to receive.

As expected only a brave, or rather foolish few approach her and try to make conversation. The fools are easily scared off, while the brave ones sure do try and try. Sojiro will eventually take his place by her side, and keep her company ‘til the festivities are over. With talks of business, light arguments over politics, and a bit of gushing over you.

Later when the party has long been over, she’s sitting at her vanity when you walk into her room. Stand patiently in her doorway, awaiting permission to enter. She turns her torso to extend her hand out to you. “Why hello, Clever Girl. Did you have a good birthday?”

You giddily skip into the room, wearing a beautiful widespread grin. You love it when Big Sister calls you clever. Hearing that word come out of her mouth never fails to make your heart swell, and tummy to fill up with warm fuzzies. It means everything in the world to you to have the strongest woman you know think your smart. Like having a seal of approval from the one person in the world who means the most to you.

You happily take Big Sister’s hand and a seat next to her at the vanity. “I had a great birthday,” you state. Leaning into her touch as she brushes a bit of hair behind your ear.

“I am very happy to hear it.”

As your sister turns to get a makeup wipe, your eyes home in on all of the sharp contours of her back. Stunning slopes, and smooth skin. Nobody can wear a dress quite like she can. Your eyes flutter closed as you get a whiff of her perfume. She smells amazing. Otherworldy, like she's a mythical creature. You’ve smelled this perfume right out of the bottle many times. Even smelled it on yourself. But it never quite smells as addicting as it does when it’s on her.

Big Sister grabs ahold of your chin and holds it steady. Causing a shudder to run wild through your chest, settling into your core. You nearly whine from the commanding but gentle touch. In fact, you do a little. Let out the smallest of restrained whines. “Hush. Your face is filthy.”

Her hold may be strong but the swipes of the wipe are gentle. Slow and meticulous. More precise than they really need to be. So careful that this process gets dragged out far longer than it really needed to take. You both mind and don’t mind. Her touches are a privilege, feel like an addiction. Big Sister doesn’t just touch anyone or let just anyone touch her. You’re lucky.

When she’s done cleaning your face, she leans back and admires her work. Turning your jaw from side to side, and humming. Big Sister sighs through her nose and says, “Perfect.” Her eyes falling closed into cat-like slits. Remarkable brown eyes still able to bore into your own. Commanding that you listen and believe her simple one-word complement.

You’re not sure what it is that comes over you. It might be the way that you swear her eyes have fallen and locked on to your lips. Maybe it’s the thumb that’s grazing back and forth over your cheekbone. The way it seems like her own chest is heaving just as much as yours is. But you give into it. The taboo desire that you’ve had for your Aneki for so, so long.

This has happened to you many times before. A heat that suddenly wells up in your chest when in close proximity with your sister. This time, you let it overflow out of your mouth in the form of a pressing kiss against your sister’s mouth. As your lips finish pressing against her’s and a more... lustful moan echoes in your chest, you’re deeply regretting what you’ve done. Pulling away abruptly, quickly standing up, and placing your hand over your mouth in horror over what you did.

Tears are already forming and spilling from your water line. Spilling down your cheeks as you start to apologize profusely. You’ve been painfully ashamed of your feelings, and now that you’ve let them out in the open like this there’s no turning back. Your heart is beating rapidly. So much adrenaline running through your veins, that you would like very much to flee. It would kill you to lose your sister’s favor over one incredibly weak moment.

“Shhh, shhh,” she says as she slowly gets up off of the bench. Cups your face in both of her hands and asks, “you want to kiss me?”

That question makes you feel crazy. As if it has been painfully obvious this whole time, over all these years. That the question is just so ridiculous in your world. Of course, you do. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years...” Your lips trembles as more tears flow down your cheeks. Your voice cracking as you whisper, “i-- is some--something wrong with me?”

Big Sister gently presses her forehead to your own. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.” Kisses your top and then bottom lip, each one long, each one tasting like her honey lip balm. They cause your legs to nearly buckled out from underneath you. Your arms violently shaking as you grasp onto her hips for purchase. “Not a single thing is wrong with my Clever Girl.”

Her arm slips around your waist, while the other cradles the back of your head. This time when she kisses you she kisses you properly. Holding you flush against her body. Makes your perky little red lips even redder, chasing your tongue with her own. Both of your breaths becoming even heavier, louder. Your body relaxing into your sister. Becoming a pool of heaven and goosebumps.

She only pulls away from you when shes’s sure that you’ve stopped crying. Reaches for the makeup wipe and cleans your face once more. Takes you by your hand and seats you down back onto the vanity bench.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

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