#c'mon now we said we wouldn't be like our parents

[aboxthecolourofheartache]

On occasion, I will see a post bewailing infighting between millennials and gen z, both sides acting as if generational resentment is a novel concept. Folks, I have old news for you about the scandalous misuse of the backseats of Model-Ts. And flappers. And beatniks. And hippies. And disco. And punks. And grunge. And--

[jaysgirlx]

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: valentines jason todd x f!reader

❥ summary: this is your first valentine's day with jason after well he died and came back, he needs everything to be perfect for you to make for all the lost time.

❥ warnings: bit of angst, mentions of abuse/torture, tons of fluff & smut, unapproving dad Bruce Wayne

❥ wc: 4.3k

"Jason stop it, c'mon Bruce is going to catch us" you squealed, while your boyfriend pressed kisses all over your neck. "I don't want you to get banned from seeing me again, especially with Valentine's upcoming!"

Jason groaned and lifted his head up from your hickey-stained neck. "Even if Bruce does ban me, there's no way in hell I'm missing our first Valentine's," Jason says, laying his head on your chest. The two of you comfortably lay in your bed, cuddling while your parents were asleep a couple doors down.

You'd grown up with Jason, you'd always known him as a troublesome kid but that didn't stop you from developing a crush on the guy. You never thought of saying anything until you learned he'd gotten adopted after his dad kinda just disappeared.

For weeks you'd missed him, you missed how dumb antics, you missed the way he was always following you around and you missed his dumb smile. God, you loved that cheesy grin he always gave you..

Until one day he appeared on your doorstep, telling you that Bruce, his new dad was finally allowing him to visit his old friends. You thought he'd forgotten you but it was far from it and you knew then and there you definitely had a thing for Jason Todd.

It still took a while for either of you to confess your feelings. You thought you would crack first but Jason did instead when he learned that some guy from your school had a crush on you. He didn't mean for it to come out but he was just so jealous, "Why go out with him when you have me huh? I'd make a much better boyfriend. Just go out with me"

He wasn't wrong because he did, a week later you were on the best date of your life. Jason took you to this amazing amusement park that was happening in the middle of Gotham City. The whole night was spent on games and junk food, and Jason Todd got his kiss on the cheek that wasn't from Barbara.

Over time your relationship developed into something more, you couldn't help but spend more and more time with him. He eventually asked you to be his girlfriend and you've been his ever since.

"Well, I don't want to risk it okay? You need to get home before Bruce notices, don't you guys have patrol tonight"

"Okay fine, fine but first, I have something for you princess"

You watch as Jason pulls out what looks to be a ring box. "Woah, wash slow your roll buster, we are only 15 you can't freaking propose!" you whisper scream, praying that your shock wouldn't wake up your parents.

"Princess calm down, it's just a promise ring," Jason said rolling his eyes as if this was normal. "I wanted to give it to you before our date tomorrow, so you'll already be wearing it"

Jason sat up a bit and cleared his throat while he looked at you nervously, "I'm not sure if I've made this clear but…I love you y/n. Like really love you and you're the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. So I got this promise ring, it's like a sign of me promising myself to you if that makes any sense"

"You love me?"

"Yes, I love you y/n and you don't have to say it back okay? We're young, I have years to come to hear you say it"

You were silent as he slipped the ring on your finger. You could tell from the moment he opened the box it wasn't cheap but you couldn't complain he bought it for you. Because he loved you. And you wanted to say it back but you were scared, scared to fully accept that you loved him.

Jason didn't care if you said it back or not because, in his eyes, you were the only one who accepted him. He looked at you sweetly and gave you a soft smile before getting out of your bed and heading towards your window. Now was the time to say it, to tell him you loved him but you just couldn't m

"I'll see you tomorrow okay sweetheart? I'll pick you up at 7" He says climbing out the window with one of his cheesy grins.

At the age of 15, you'd never be happier to be young and stupidly in love with Jason Todd. Ever since he moved in with Bruce, the two of you didn't get to see each other a lot, and that caused tension between him and Bruce. Jason believed he deserved a later curfew so he could visit you but Bruce was against it, he didn't think it was safe.

Tonight Jason snuck out to see you, the two of you had Valentine's Day plans and wanted to confirm them and we'll spend time with you. You were his world, you were one of the biggest reasons he became Robin. You were the one he wanted to protect no matter what and you knew that.

What you didn't know was this would be the last time you'd ever see Jason at least until you saw his casket. The two of you never celebrated your first Valentine's and you never got to tell Jason how much he meant to you. You never got to tell him how stupid he was for sneaking out, how much you didn't deserve this wrong, and that you did love him back.

7 years later

Everything had to be perfect.

Currently, it was February 14th and Jason had woken up with what was probably the worst news he could've gotten over a phone call.

Dear Mr.Todd, we're sorry to bother you on such a busy day but your reservation at Gotham Restaurant has been canceled due to a surge of higher-paying customers. We can reschedule your reservation for free at any time. We are sorry for this inconvenience.

"You're kidding me right!" Jason yelled, banging his fist against the wall. Out of a day, it had to snow today huh? Your first Valentine's since the two of you got back together. The first Valentine's since he died. Jason had never been able to give you the Valentines you deserved and when the two of you got back together, he immediately started planning.

"No Sir, we are very sorry for this inconvenience and we can try and get you another reservation elsewhere but-"

"Nowhere else is going to have any free spot and even ignoring that my girlfriend wants to go the Gotham Restaurant not anywhere else"

Well, that is what you had told him when he asked what restaurant would you like to go to that you hadn't been to yet. This wasn't how today was supposed to go. Jason had the whole day planned out. What should've been waking up in his followed by breakfast in bed, shopping, lunch, more shopping, dinner at your favorite place, a movie, dessert at your favorite ice cream shop, and ending with hopefully some cuddling if you didn't mind was now all ruined.

Jason had needed today to be perfect especially after you got over the fact that your dead boyfriend was not only alive but also vililangte who was formerly a crime lord. The fact you still wanted to be with him after all this time bewildered him this led him to believe he was probably on thin ice with you so today had to be perfect.

Since it was already Valentine's Day he knew no other restaurant would have any space for a reservation so that meant he'd probably have to cook the two of you dinner. Jason had quite the stocked fridge so he didn't see it as a bad idea but he knew you'd be disappointed for sure.

His entire relationship was riding on today being perfect and it was already failing. While Jason tried to get dressed he quickly noticed that it was already passed 8 o'clock. He was late, He said he'd make you breakfast in bed at 8 which made him late. Could today get any worse?

And it did when you told him you wouldn't eat breakfast with him because your boss really needed you at work for a couple of hours and he had already been on his way to your apartment. "I'll be back early enough for us to go shopping, and go to the restaurant. mkay? I guess we'll have to miss the movie" you said through the phone while simultaneously getting dressed for work. "Can't wait to go the Gotham Restaurant, can't believe you got us a reservation babe."

"Yeah about that…" Jason couldn't do this, he couldn't tell you that actually, you guys weren't getting dinner anywhere and that he was going to cook at home. You sounded so excited and so happy and he didn't want to be the reason that went away. "You'll love it alright. I'll pick you up from work around 6 for your shopping spree and then we'll get dinner"

"Jay I don't need to go shopping, dinner is enough really-"

"I want to take you shopping okay? I have enough saved up to spoil you and that's what I plan to do sweetheart"

Your heart hummed at the word sweetheart. It had been so long since Jason had called you that. It felt surreal because at times he didn't feel like Jason, well not like your Jason. The Jason who kissed you like his life depended on it, the Jason who was obsessed with holding your hand, the Jason who told you he loved you.

When Bruce called you and told you Jason was alive you didn't believe him. Jason was dead, you were at the funeral just like everyone else and knew how he died. A small part of you blame Bruce, this wouldn't have happened to Dick and even if it did he would've found him. Bruce tried telling you a couple more times but you ignored him. Your boyfriend, no your Jason was dead. The next time you hear about it was from Dick because Jason was out for blood. Joker's if we had to be specific.

You didn't want to believe him but Dick had loved Jason like they were biological brothers and you knew he wouldn't lie. He warned you that Jason was different and that I should be wary of him.

You took his advice and made sure not to walk home alone and tried not to go out at night but one day you had a rough day at work and you decided to visit Jason's grave. You left red dahlias on his tombstone and sat down next to it. You started talking to it about how your boss yelled at you and called you incompetent. "You would have called him an asshole for that if you were here," You told him how much you missed him. You knew he was alive but it felt so much easier talking to the tombstone because it felt like he was really there.

You did this consistently for about 2 months, you had caught on that someone was watching you. It was Dick because when you did actually see the figure they were much taller than Dick and they stayed hidden, Dick wouldn't have a reason to do that. It made sense to alert Dick but you didn't because you knew who it was and you weren't ready to face him.

Eventually, you heard from Dick that Jason had changed and that maybe you should talk to him but you still needed time. That didn't stop Jason from approaching you at your apartment. You were startled because your little high school boyfriend was suddenly 6 feet and over 200 pounds. He was practically all muscle and you were kinda scared. That didn't stop you from crying in his arms.

It took a while for the two of you to adjust to being in each other's lives especially when you never stopped having feelings for him. When you admitted that to him, he asked for a second chance. That he'd be yours even if you weren't his. So you let him be yours.

"Okayyy, I'll see you at 6 hun," you said just as you cut off the call.

Jason paces around his bedroom trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get the reservation back.

The two of you arrive at the mall, and you wait while Jason parks his motorcycle. It was shocking how there were barely any cars in the lot. Jason assumed that maybe people were just busy cause of Valentine's. You were so excited to go in that you ran over to the doors to get inside except you couldn't.

Closed for Construction, the sign read.

Jason didn't think today could get worse but it did. "No no no! This wasn't supposed to be Damn it!" He said angrily. He had even called the building, they were supposed to be opened. Construction wasn't for another 2 weeks, it was just his luck that they decided to start early. "Jason it's fine, I told you I don't need to go shopping. It was very thoughtful of you though to want to spoil me but you're already getting me dinner at the best restaurant in the city"

"There is no dinner! Our reservation got fucking and canceled and…Today is ruined y/n. Let me just take you home."

"Jason why didn't you tell me, I can promise you today is not ruined. Jay, are you even listening to me?"

Jason was hardly processing your words though because all he could think was losing you. You would dump him and he would go back to hating himself and his very existence. Would life go back to being a reminder that he died? He was tortured endlessly until he was finally out of his misery. No matter how hard the Joker tried to convince him that you hated him he wouldn't believe him. The part of you wearing his promise ring is what kept him going. What got him through the beating. What made it easier to look at the scars.

What left did he have if he wasn't able to love you. He was yours, he didn't know how to love others and he didn't want to because he would always love you. When he was watching you he realized that even though it had been 7 years you were still the same.

Still had the pretty smile and that contagious laugh, still had a knack for books and enjoyed it. You were still his, at least he believed so. And the one thing you asked him, he couldn't deliver. You messed up your first Valentine's and now he was going to mess up this one too.

"Jay for fucks sake, would you look at me!!"

Jason wasn't sure if it was that cursing that made him snap out of his spiral or maybe it was the fact that you were holding his hands. It had only been 2 weeks since he reintroduced himself into your life, and had been avoiding affection. He knew it was cause he was so big now and you were a bit scared. But right now you weren't. You were holding your hands with his. You were looking at him with what looked like pain and so much regret but you were smiling at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Just shut up okay? And listen to what I have to say"

After you had finally managed to calm him down you knew you needed to tell d him how you had felt. "When I lost you, I regretted so much Jay but what I regretted most was not telling you that I loved you and it hurt. It hurt knowing Joker had you and that you were in pain but what hurt more was that you were really gone."

You paused and slowed your breath a bit.

"I know it seems like you owe me something like you need to make up for lost time or show me you're worth love but I already know that Jay. I've been yours since we were kids, m'kay? "

"But I do owe you, I owe you the goddamn world if possible"

"For what Jay?"

"Accepting me again I know I'm different than I'm used to be. I'm more shut out and I know I definitely look different. There is so much you accepted just cause I love you"

You groaned annoyingly and raised your hand up and shook it in his face, "Have you even noticed that I'm still wearing this promise ring? The one you gave me?"

Jason had, you wondered why you still wore it. It was so tiny and was probably uncomfortable. It was a tiny gold band, he had paid Selina for that had a diamond on it. To others, it clearly looked like it could be an engagement ring and you still wore it because you still, did being to someone whether was dead or alive. People tried to convince you to move on and take off the ring but you didn't listen.

"You still have it..."

"Mhmm, believe me now?"

"How about we get dinner to go at some random place, come to my place and we'll eat and cuddle while watching some movies"

"You're okay with just that?"

"I'm okay with anything as long as I'm doing it with you Jay, that's the whole point"

Jason smiled and held you in his arms, "can't believe you're still all mine"

"C'mon let's go to the movie theater and see what they've got"

And that's exactly what you did.

The two of you were cozied up on your bed, with a bunch of food. Jason bought himself chili dogs and got you pancakes to make up for breakfast. Who knew pancakes tasted better at night?

Jason also bought 2 tubs of Ice Cream to substitute as dessert. You may not be eating at that fancy restaurant but you were still having the time of your life.

"I swear you hated chili dogs when I was alive?!"

"I always liked them I just never wanted to admit it else that would've been the only food we'd ever eat"

While the TV played in the background you looked over at Jason who looked the happiest he'd been all day. There he was, your Jason. He was there, under all those scars he was still there. Jason noticed you were staring you looked over at you, and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips. "I've missed the taste of your lips" he whispered quietly

He kissed you again and this time you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. "I've missed you, Jay," you said in response. Jason didn't hands on his way to your hips and he pulled you closer, right onto his lap. You still hadn't adjusted to Jason being so big, so when your hands found your way to his muscles you were surprised to feel him groan while you felt him up a bit.

"Sweetheart, if you keep this up I'm going to do something you might regret"

"I didn't regret my first time with you, I'm not going to regret it now babe"

He groaned again this time grinding his hips upwards against yours. Jason swiftly switches your position, putting you underneath him. His kisses quickly became more eager while his hips rutted into you, "Baby, I don't have any-"

"Don't need it, got on the pill a couple years back" you said softly, gripping his shirt. "I promise I want this, so let's get these out for he was please?"

Your pleas were enough for Jason to take off your dress, you'd worn a red satin dress. He'd always liked you in red, especially when it was just for him. Jason had on a tux except he replaced the jacket with his favorite leather one. Regardless, he still looked so good, as he always did.

His leather jacket was already on your bedroom floor, you tried to undress him but he stopped you. "The scars…I don't want to scare you again"

"You won't, I promise. I'll even kiss them, they're a part of you Jay and you're mine" you say tugging on his shirt. With a sigh, he silently takes off his shirt. You raise your hand to touch him but stop and make sure it is okay. He doesn't verbally answer but he gives you a nod. You trace his scars with your finger but one sticks out the most, his neck scar.

You move your face closer to his neck, and kiss his scar, "You're still as beautiful as ever, you're still my Jason" you say while you pull away from his neck. Before you can even read his reaction, Jason kisses you again, rough and with more of a need. Jason had told you he'd met other people but in the end, he could ever think of you. You were the only person who made it just for him.

You'd had your own set of boyfriends which all seemed to end up the same, they'd get too close and you'd dump them. You couldn't imagine loving anybody the way you loved Jason. Jason's body pressed against yours with his hand on your back, pushing you into him. Your hands made your way to his pants, tugging at the waistband. "Patient baby, I'll take em off for you"

The sound of a belt hit your floor but you didn't care, you kept kissing him like your life depended on it. You didn't fully remember when Jason took off your underwear but you remember him, "Jay when did get so..."

"big?" he finished for you with a chuckle, "Yeah, there's a lot you're going to have to get used to with me" His tip pressed at your cunt, earning a disapproving groan for you. You didn't like how slow he was going, you knew he was doing it because he didn't want to hurt you but you weren't 15 anymore you could take it.

You wrap one leg around his waist pushing against his back. Jason liked the way you squirmed underneath him, practically begging for him to fuck you. After a couple minutes, he gave in and sunk his cock right into you. Your nails dug into his back, feeling the stretch of his cock inside you. You felt so embarrared you came on his cock from just him entering"

"Did you just-"

"Shut up please"

Jason looked down at you, his cheeks flushed red, while he was breathing very quickly

"Jay why aren't you moving"

"Can't baby"

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I mean if I move, I'm going to cum on the spot sweetheart so please bare with me" he groaned out, trying to adjust to your warm cunt hugging his cock. Slowly he began to move, using one hand to grip the sheets in hopes he wouldn't blow his load too quickly. His other hand was on his hip, trying to steady your body. Your hands were on his face, caressing his cheeks. Whenever he blushed it was so obvious, you used to tease him all about it even though you loved it.

He down to capture your lips again, allowing your arms to find themselves around his neck. Each thrust was messier than the last, getting rougher after each second. Sex now was so much more different than when the two of you were teens. Jason did things you didn't even know he could do. Once he'd found your g-stop he began to abuse it, earning a chocked moan from you every time. He was studying what you liked, what made you feel good and you loved him.

He let go of the sheets and placed both hands on your hips, giving you even tougher thrusts and even biting on your neck. Your entire body was on fire, you were overwhelmed notnonkynfrom his size but the feeling of Jason's body pressing into yours. You couldn't feel so good.

You always knew Jason was a bitter, also long as he didn't draw too much blood you were alright with it. A soft moan left your mouth as you came again, cum running down your thighs while Jason continued to fuck you. Jason thought about overstimming, making you beg for him to stop because you'd feel too good.

"Didn't know my girl was into biting" He said, while lifting up one of your legs to push deeper into you. You'd cum for tbr second time but he needed you cum one last time at least before he came. The rough slaps of skin and moans filled the room. Making it hard for you to not cum again on the spot. You felt so good you couldn't even complain that he was teasing you "Fuck you're really sensitive sweetheart"

You hid your face in the crook of his neck while his hips pounded into yours. Your legs shook while you whispered in his ear, "If you don't stop m'gonna cum again, Jay pleaseeeee"

He didn't stop though, instead, you came another two times. Makes a mess of cock. "Such a good girl f'me, just let me fill you up and we'll be done. I promise sweetheart" He gripped your hips tightly before releasing inside you. The two of you exchanged a couple more kisses while you both rode out your orgasms.

You whimpered while he pulled out of you, missing his warmth already. He watched as his cum poured out of you, dripping on the sheets. You laid back on the bed, while he hovered over you for a brief moment.

Once he laid down next to you and though he was panting he pulled your body onto his lap. You rested your head on his chest just as he used to do to you. That reminded you, there was something you needed to say, "Jay can I say something I've been holding in for a long time, yeah?"

"Mhmm, what is it, sweetheart?"

"Jason Peter Todd, I love you"

❥ a/n: happy valentine's to all my lovelies!! i hope everyone enjoys this fic and also has a nice valentines day, whether it's with someone or by themselves.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @kazzattack, @woodenanemone, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer , @orchidsangel, @millyhelp

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Okay but imagine if the Creator's child was Kaveh's.

Out of literally everyone in the world and the creator bags the broke architect 🤭

Que Jessica Rabbit's 'he makes me laugh'.

He still lives with Alhaitham bc the idea of sharing a literal child with the creator but still getting locked out of your apartment is hilarious.

The creator had a the broke architect's child

Creative child

After your child is born with no distinctive features other than his blond hair the first one to know who your lover was is your own child

WC: 900~

To be 100% truthful I only thought about doing this for the iconic physical feature like neuvi, Diluc, etc but this was fun jsjs

“Morning, parental unit” your blond son stands on the door joining your library and the solarium in which you often humored visits.

“Morning, uhm, offspring?” Your hand reaches towards the book shelf without minding him, people said children his age find joy in speaking and behaving weirdly, and yours wasn't an exception, if his giggles meant something. 

“I heard you speaking with mister Diluc about visiting Sumeru”

“It's bad to eavesdrop” softly you chastise him but he pouts and stomps.

“I wanna go! You told me dad lives there, I wanna meet him”

“Shush! I told you that as our secret” you close the book you were skimming over but sigh as you see his yellow eyes “but last month when I told you to come for a festival in Sumeru but you didn't want to go”

“Because aunties Eula and Amber were going to teach me how to skyyyy” he whines the last word, already sensing you wouldn't want to take him there. 

“Bratty child” you groan “fine, if you manage to make up for the 4 days we will not be here with your tutor I will take you” and as you finish talking you hear him slamming the door shut and his bare feet hitting the floor as he runs away.

And, somehow, your usually mischievous child managed to work hard enough to make up for a few absences, or so said his tutor, who you still believed was under the spell of his puppy eyes, just like when he managed to smuggle two cats and a cryo slime.

“Karen, stay close, we have to go to the akademiya to check some paperwork and sit through some meetings” you grab his forearm, dragging him away from the colorful stained glass mobiles and the fluffy beasts carrying spices and fruit.

After a fair bit of bickering with every stand selling something he has never seen you manage to reach the akademiya, even if Karen was almost being dragged. 

Popping your head on the administration room you see a row of desks, a familiar face standing out amongst the sea of brown hair, a long gray hair standing up tall from his scalp.

Alhaitham is lounging in his desk, a book on one hand and a pen on the other, seeing him so calm makes you decide against bothering him and rather to ask one of his coworkers, even if you have to wait for a little bit while they finish transcribing as you chat them up, knowing it could be intimidating to have you stand silently besides them.

“C'mon let's just go to himmm, he looks like he is just lazing arounddd” Karen tugs on the bottom of your tunic but you ignore his little tantrum and keep asking the girl about the date she told you she will have after work.

Seemingly waiting for five minutes was too much of a waste of time that could be used to explore this nation. Sneaking silently behind you he stands before Alhaitham’s desk, but is ignored as he has his noise canceling earbuds and Karen isn't taller than the desk.

“Hey” he says, no answer “Heeeyy” no answer, now ticked off Karen slams his small hands against the thick wood board “HEY! STOP IGNORING ME” 

Alhaitham just peeks his head towards him, not hearing the noise but seeing his hands, but when he looks at him his annoyed look and yellow eyes seem too familiar.

He opens his mouth, eyes half closed as if he was thinking about something. 

Now noticing he was causing the ruckus you drag him by the armpits so he stops hitting the desk, as you start making Karen apologize you see Alhaitham's face. His eyebrows now almost up with his hairline and his green eyes uncharacteristically wide, but quickly he changes into a smirk as Karen apologizes for yelling.

“Please don't tell me it was-”

“Keep reading your book”

“Not my guest's bed~” he teases while grabbing his book, expecting the office to be calm again when the door slams open again, a blond huffing and puffing ready to face his housemate.

“YOU… how come you always grab my keys?! I couldn't enter the house for 2 hours!” to which al haitham tugs a set of keys out of his pockets and dangles three keys and a lion doll.

“Ugh, calm down. Why even wait 2 hours if you already know where I work?”

Under all their yapping you mumble something to your son “that is your dad” and you let a small promise to make both meet if he is busy, but after 5 ish minutes of bickering and the paperwork you needed snug in your hand it's obvious it will be quicker to just end this fight yourself. 

“Kaveh? Oh, hi, it's been so long” one of your hands falls on his shoulder, making him notice your presence “like 4 years ago?” You ask as you feel Karen hug one of your legs.

“oh, yeah, it's been so long” he laughs lightly, feeling suddenly bashful.

“It's a shame I was so busy I was just able to visit Sumeru, someone wanted to meet you” the flat part of your nail rakes through your son's hair.

“Huh?” He just now notices the kid behind you and his bright hair.

“Could you take care of him for a second? I have to finish a meeting and I should be able to meet you two”

“Yep! I will show him around and we can meet at the cafe, in sure we will have a lot to talk about”

Don't dare to run away so fast... Who allowed you to use my house like a motel

Hick!

[hugsandharrystyles]

Are you wet right now?

Summary: You go on a vacation with your parents and their best friend's family. The only problem is their ridiculously hot son, Harry.

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: so much tension, teens being dumb, angst of course

Let me know if you want a part 2 with actual smut :))

You officially hate Harry Styles.

You hate his stupid hair, his stupid green eyes, his stupid hair, and especially his stupid abs.

You don't think from the minute your and his family stepped into the private resort you've seen him with a shirt on. And you get it, it's hot outside, and you're on vacation, but he doesn't even have the decency to put one on at dinner.

Honestly, the whole naked chest thing wouldn't bother you so much if he didn't get so much attention for it. The resort your and his family picked was private, but being a young, hot superstar makes you an easy target. It's almost as if this is the week all families with teenage girls decided to go on vacation.

It's the worst when you'll be goofing around with him like normal, and a group of girls in their bikinis crowd over him, not even sparing you a glance as they shove you out of the way. It's even worse that Harry does nothing about it.

You've known Harry since you were little. Your parents have always been friends, so it was kind of inevitable. You knew from a young age he was going to be something big- with his talent and charisma. You've watched from the sidelines how he's grown and came to stardom.

Though, you and Harry hadn't always been friends. When you were both thirteen, Harry had asked you to be his girlfriend. It was young and childish love, but it was sweet. You were his first girlfriend, and he was your first boyfriend. You even shared your first kisses together. You could never forget it. He was so nervous and shaky, and the kiss was inexperienced, but it was probably the best kiss of your life.

Until you were with Harry at a birthday party where everyone was playing spin the bottle, and Harry landed on Cheryl Taylor. He barely spared you a glance before leaning over and planting your his lips on her bubblegum-pink ones.

You ran out of the house and called your mom to come pick you up. Harry had tried to talk to you for a week, and you avoided him like the plague, which was hard since he was your neighbor. He ended up cornering you at school and apologizing profusely. He explained how he likes Cheryl now and that you were just his best friend. He was so young and so doe-eyed that you had no other option than to forgive him and go back to best friends. That was the start of Harry's everlasting feud with women. In no way was he a womanizer, but he loved sex and didn't have any want for a relationship.

"Y/N, sweetie, did you hear me?" Your mom snaps you out of your moment with her question. You're currently all (besides Harry, God knows where he is and who he's with) lounging at the pool, enjoying the summer breeze and warm sun.

"No, sorry," You answer and turn your head towards her.

"It's okay- said we'll need to head up to our rooms in about an hour to clean up and get ready for dinner. We have reservations at that fancy restaurant we saw when we were driving into town!" Your mom says excitedly, and you smile with her.

"Sounds good," You answer and turn your attention to the romance book in your hands, but before you could get very far, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N! Come in the water with me," You hear Harry's whiny voice call.

"'M good," You answer back, very obviously annoyed. You're still upset about the mob of girls who had literally pushed you to the ground earlier while trying to get closer to Harry. He hadn't even noticed.

"Oh, c'mon, babycakes. You still mad at me?" Harry asks, and you hear him splashing out of the pool. The sound of falling water droplets gets closer until you feel them start to drip onto your bare stomach.

"First, don't ever call me that again. Second, obviously I'm still upset you jerk," You scowl and almost punch him when he takes your book out of your hands, placing it on the table next to you.

"I said I was sorry!" He whines. You hear your mom and Anne laugh beside you.

"I got a bruise, Harry!" You whine back and pout at your forearm, showing him the bruise.

"Oh, shit, I didn't know it was that bad," Harry whispers, so your parents don't hear him curse.

"Yeah," You sigh. "Had to crawl my way out, and you didn't even care," You say dramatically.

"Stop it with that. You know I care about you the most," He assures, and before you can resist, he slots his wet body over yours, making you squeal.

"Ew! Get off me!" You scream, and hear your and his families' laughter.

"No," He whines and shakes his wet hair out. He lays his face in your neck. "I'm sorry, moppet. I wasn't thinking. Never would want you to get hurt."

"It's fine. I don't care. I was just messing with you."

"No, you weren't. Could tell you were upset, and I'm sorry I'm a dick," He says quietly and presses a soft kiss to your neck.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

"It's okay, seriously. Just- I don't know. It's fine, you goof." You wish to tell him how you really feel. How much you miss him when he's gone when you probably never cross his mind- the lack of texts proving to be true.

"Know I love you, right?" He asks as he perks his head up and grips your cheeks in his hands, smushing them together. You notice his eyes flicker to your lips but don't think too much about it.

"Yeah," You laugh nervously.

"What's with the hesitation?" He asks and releases his hold on your cheeks, instead cupping your neck, thumbs on your jaw, so he still has a bit of control over your face.

"Nothing- we just don't talk that much anymore. Haven't really since-"

"Harry, would you get off my daughter!" Your dad yells over, semi-joking. You laugh and push at Harry's shoulder. He gets up, but you can tell by his sorrowful facial expression that he's upset about something.

"Hey, what's-" Your cut off by a high pitched voice coming from the side of you.

"Oh my gosh. Are you Harry Styles?" The girl is probably about your age and very pretty. You can't help but sigh in defeat.

"That would be me. What's your name, pretty?" Harry's response feels like a knife to your heart, and you don't think twice before picking your book back up and tuning the conversation out. You do, however, peek your eyes over your book to see Harry walking away with the girl, arm around her shoulder- not even a glance back at you.

It's an hour later when you return to you and Harry's room. You hadn't seen Harry since he walked off with that girl, and you kind of hoped he wouldn't be back for dinner because you just didn't want to see him. Even after all this time, it's as if you can't completely squash your stupid crush on him.

You slide your keycard through the door and walk in, though, nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you.

Harry and the stranger-blonde are laying on his bed, practically grinding against each other in a heavy make out session. Your gasp is loud enough to break them out of their attraction, and you immediately hear them both curse.

"Shit!" Harry yells and pushes the girl off of him. She glares at the side of his face.

"You have a girlfriend?" She asks.

"No, no, she's just a friend."

Ouch.

"Um, I can just grab my things and go," You offer and make your way towards the bathroom to grab your makeup.

"No, Y/N-" Harry starts, but you cut him off.

"Seriously, it's fine. Um- I'll just find somewhere to get ready. You- uh- are obviously busy," You laugh embarrassingly. You quickly grab your things and your clothes and dart towards the door. You feel Harry grab your free wrist before you could make your great escape.

"Y/N, wait." His voice lowers so his guest couldn't hear. She was already mindlessly scrolling on her phone anyway, so it didn't even matter.

"What?" You ask.

"What's- why does this feel so... off?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Obviously it's going to be a little awkward because-"

"No, I mean like- I feel guilty? Like I've just messed everything up," He whispers, defeated.

"I don't know what you mean. I mean it's not like we're... together or anything." The words hurt as they come out of your mouth. "We're- um- we're cool." You put the fakest smile you could muster before walking out of the room. You hear him call your name as you speed-walk down the hallway to your parents' room.

Once you're ready, you and your parents trail downstairs to the resort's foyer where you all patiently wait for Anne and her husband. You're shocked that after waiting for five minutes, you see Harry's parents and Harry stepping out of the elevator and walking towards you guys. You immediately dart your eyes elsewhere as to not catch Harry's gaze.

"Are we ready to go?" Anne asks, and you all agree.

The car ride is insanely awkward. Having not known about what had happened an hour prior, your parents had squished you and Harry in the back by yourselves, and no words have been spoken. It's even more awkward because he's chosen to sit in the middle, so there is no space between the two of you.

"Hey," You hear Harry whisper to you. You hum mindlessly in response, nose in your book. "Can we just- can we talk? Please." The desperation in his voice almost makes you feel bad. Almost.

"Really nothing to talk about," You say quietly, trying to just focus on the words on the page in front of you. "I just need to stop getting my hopes up," You mumble.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks.

"Nothing, Harry. Just forget about it. We're good," You assure him, but you know he doesn't believe you. Instead of leaving you alone like you've asked, he takes your book out of your hands (making sure to bookmark your page) before tossing it to the floor of the car. "Hey!" You complain and go to grab it, but he captures your wrists in his hand and holds them to his stomach.

"What are you guys fighting about back there?" Anne and your mother turn around, confusion on their faces.

"He's being a menace," You seethe through your teeth.

"Hey- am not!" He whines. "I'm just trying to talk to her, but she won't get her nose out of her book!"

"You are ridiculous. I mean- first, you-"

"Shush!" Your mother cuts you off. Harry, always playing the victim, pouts and leans his face into your shoulder. "Look at him, Y/N. He misses you. Hand me the book," She demands.

"What?! You can't seriously be taking his side. You don't even know what happened!" You complain, and you scoff as Harry wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you entirely to close to his warm body.

"I don't care! You're both nineteen- I shouldn't be breaking up fights," Your mom says, but you can tell she's trying her best to not laugh.

"Fine," You mumble and hand her the book. Harry's acting like a needy puppy as he basically whimpers in the crook of your neck, his arms still snug around your body. You rest your hands on his arms and dramatically lay your head against the headrest and pout in self pity. That is until you suddenly feel something wet against your neck. "Hey, what are you doing?" You ask and shove at Harry's head. He practically growls, and you can see that he has the strap of your sundress in his mouth, gnawing on it like a child. You're taken back to childhood memories of Harry doing this when he's feeling 'small' or a bit anxious. "Oh my goodness," You sigh and settle to rubbing your hand up and down his back.

"I have to get a picture of this," You hear Anne whisper, and in a second you hear her phone clicking for a photo. The great part of Harry being an international superstar is that you know that picture will never be posted on anyone's Facebook.

After what seems like an eternity if a car ride, you’re finally pulling up to the restaurant. You begrudgingly pull Harry off of you so you could all exit the car and have it taken away by the valet. Harry ducks his head down in an attempt to not be seen and laces his fingers through yours. He's funny if he thinks this sweet act is getting him any tonight.

Your parents inform the hostess of your reservation, and you notice the way her eyes never leave Harry as she walks you to your table. His fingers finally leave yours as he pulls your chair out for you, and you resist the confused look you want to give him and just take the kindness.

It's not even two minutes later when the (very cute) waiter is appearing at your table with a smile shining your way. He asks for your drinks and tells you he'll be back in a minute for your orders, but not before flashing you one more smile.

"Seems like Y/N has an admirer," Anne laughs, and you blush.

"Oh, stop it. He's just being sweet," You mutter.

"He's- He's not sweet. He just smiled," Harry butts in, and you glare at him.

"Yeah, cause no one would ever want to flirt with me," You say, just to him.

"What? No- I didn't mean it like-"

"Okay, here are your drinks." The waiter appears again and this time gets your orders. The way he flirts with you makes you feel seen and wanted. It helps that he's attractive too- of course, no one could be more beautiful than Harry, though.

The night drawls on, and Harry gets weirder and weirder. He's getting increasingly more affectionate and lovey-dovey, and it makes a part of your stomach churn.

It's when you're all about to ask for the bill when your waiter comes out with a small bowl of ice-cream and sets it in front of you.

"Oh, I didn't ask for-"

"It's on the house, lovely," He winks and walks off, leaving you with a prominent blush and whistles sounding from your table.

"My goodness, Y/N," Your mother giggles, and her and Anne turn to gossip about your love life. You smile bashfully and look at Harry, about to rub it in his face that you're the one getting hit on for once, but you can't when you see the pitiful look on his face as he stares down at your ice-cream.

"Oh, what's wrong, bug?" You ask him, pinching his cheek and calling him the childhood nickname that always got him to smile. He grins dopily and leans his forehead on your shoulder to hide his blush. "What? Did you want to share my ice-cream?"

Harry wants nothing more than to tell you that's not what he's upset about, but he's stopped when you push him off and scoop some ice-cream onto your spoon. You hold your hand under the spoon as you direct it towards Harry's mouth, feeding him. He doesn't think he could ever hide the grin of you doing something so domestic with him as if he was your husband.

Suck it, waiter-boy.

You and Harry have just finished your desert when you're getting up and excusing yourself to the washroom. Once you've finished, you exit the restroom and are about to walk back to your table when you feel a gentle hand on your wrist. Your waiter.

"Oh! Hello," You laugh.

"I'm so sorry to be so absurd, but I couldn't live with myself knowing I let you walk out of here without at least trying to take you out on a date," He says bluntly. "It's no secret that I think you're stunning, is it?" He laughs, and you laugh as well.

"Is that so? Don't think I noticed," You play it off with a giggle.

"Can I please give you my number?" He asks, flashing you his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Yes, but..."

"Oh no, not a but," He dramatically cries, and you laugh. He's funny and cute. Maybe he's just what you need to get over Harry. "C'mon, we don't have much longer. You're family's already paid, and I'm off the clock, sugar."

"I didn't bring my phone with me! And if I go out to my table to grab it, they'll make a huge scene!" You whine, and he gasps with fake shock.

"What will we ever do?" He jokes, acting as if he's faint.

"If you keep making fun of me, I am going to kick you where the sun doesn't shine," You attempt to threaten, but you can't hold back your laughter.

"Here," He says and grasps your arm in his hand. He reaches into his pocket for a pen and starts writing his number on your arm. "Don't have my phone on me either, so this will have to do. Don't you dare wash your arm on your way back to your table," He jokes, and you laugh.

"Wouldn't dream of it," You say sweetly. "Okay! I have to go. They're going to think I fell in the toilet or something," You say, getting the cute waiter to clutch his stomach in a heavy laugh. Once he gathers himself, you quickly kiss his cheek in goodbye and run off to your table, guarding your arm with your life.

Your family is hardly waiting for you when you return, and you plop yourself back into your seat and pretend to engage in the conversation.

"Hey, what's that on your arm?" You hear Anne's voice drag you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, um- the waiter found me and gave me his number," You mumble bashfully and fail to hide the blush on your cheeks.

"You're blushing!" Your dad has to embarrass you. You're about to reply when a splash of cold liquid makes your sentence get caught in your throat. It's all over your lap and arms, and you try not to cause a scene.

"Whoops!" You hear from beside you, and you see Harry grab a napkin and start to wipe you off. Before you can stop him, he rubs at your arm, smearing the phone number so it's unreadable.

"Harry!" You gasp. Your eyes meet his, and they tell you the truth. "You did that on purpose! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Your mother shushes you as people start to stare, but it goes right over your head.

"What, no- why would I-"

"You did! You've been acting weird the entire night! Do you just not want me to be happy?!" You ask, and when he can't answer, you huff and practically sprint to the doors of the restaurant. You don't make it very far away before there's a hand on your wrist and you're being pulled into a quiet alley- out of sight from people. "Let me go," You protest and try to shake Harry's hands off of you, but they're strong on your shoulders.

"Just listen to me, would'ya?!" He asks, obviously agitated with himself.

"No- Fuck you!" You retort and continue to struggle in his hold. Then, you feel his hands on your face, and ,suddenly, his face is extremely close to yours. He's going to kiss you. He's going to kiss you for the first time since you were both thirteen. It's all you've ever wanted, so why do you push him away? "No, no, no," You tut and push him off of you. "Are you crazy?" You shout.

"Hey! Are you two coming?" Your mom suddenly appears around the corner. You shrug yourself away from Harry and turn to your mom.

"Yeah, we're coming," You say and glare at Harry who is looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. You roll your eyes and trail off behind your mom. You all make it to the car, and there is obvious tension in the air with the scene you created, but you don't care and just plug in your earbuds, turning yourself away from everyone. You can feel Harry's longing stare from beside you, but you don't give him any attention. You almost jump when you feel your phone buzz in your lap- having being so zoned out.

Harry: Talk to me.

Sigh.

You roll your eyes and set your phone on the seat in between you and Harry. Several buzzes come through before you're opening your phone in annoyance.

Harry: I'm sorry.

Harry: Actually, I'm not.

Harry: Wait. I'm sorry about the water thing, but I am not sorry for trying to kiss you.

Harry: You're so cute when you're mad.

Harry: Actually you're cunt all the time.

Harry: Autocorrect. I meant cute.

You: Stop texting me... Cunt.

You see Harry laugh out of the corner of your eye.

Harry: Stop being irresistible, and I would.

You: Ew.

Harry: You love me.

Ouch.

You: That's the problem.

You send the message and then immediately drop your phone, face-down, into your lap and stare out the window next to you.

For the next half-hour, the car was relatively quiet. You were almost ecstatic when you see the familiar hotel come into view. You were the first one to jump out of the car and practically run into the building. You thought you would so lucky as to get a moment of peace by yourself, but that dream is quickly squashed when someone's hand sneaks in between the elevator doors last minute.

"Thanks for waiting up," Harry says sarcastically. You don't give him the satisfaction of a response. The air is stiff as the elevator starts to move. And then, suddenly, it comes to a halt. A very abrupt stop. "What the hell?" Harry says, and immediately after, all the lights, except for one emergency one, shuts off, leaving you two in a very dim light. It was just enough to see each other. It was enough for Harry to see the anxiety on your face.

"Knew I should've taken the stairs- Oh God." You can already feel your breathing becoming uneven.

"Hey, hey, it's okay- we'll be alright," He assures you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. He then presses the emergency call button and begins talking to the hotel staff for about five minutes. They explain that you two might be stuck up there for a few hours.

Great.

In the midst of the craziness, you had resorted to scrunching yourself into one of the corners of the elevator, trying to keep your mentality in check.

"Looks like we'll be in here for a while, moppet," Harry sighs and sits down against the wall opposite of you. You hum in agreement and keep your face pressed into your knees. "Might as well use this time to clear the air, huh?" He asks, and your breath hitches.

"Don't need to talk about anything," You answer simply.

"No?" He asks condescendingly.

"You're a jerk. That's about it," You say, raising your face to finally look at him.

"Oh, I am?"

"Are you just going to ask a question every time I say something, or are you actually going to talk?"

"Explain to me how I'm a jerk, please," He asks, genuinely wanting to know your side.

"I can't," You whisper, hiding your face again.

"Why not?"

Screw it.

"You know what? I'll talk," You decide. "You're not going to like it and will probably think I'm a freak, but I don't even care anymore." You take a deep breath and lift your head.

"Y/N, what are you talking about?" Harry asks, clearly confused.

"You remember when we were thirteen and we dated?" You ask bluntly. He's clearly taken aback.

"Um- well, yeah. We were each other's first kisses," He smiles as if remembering the memory.

"Yeah. And then at a party you went and kissed Cheryl Taylor and totally blew me off. You didn't even look back to see if I was okay! God, I get that we were thirteen, but Harry, I really liked you, and you didn't even care. We went back to best friends, and you acted like nothing happened, but I couldn't forget- I still can't. The way you blow me off when you even catch a glimpse of a girl- it makes me realize you haven't changed since we were thirteen, and I don't think you ever will. You don't text or call when you go on tour. I text, I try to call, so don't you dare ever try to put some weird manly claim on me just because you can. It's not fair that I love you in a way I'll never be able to shake when you can just toss me to the side when it's inconvenient for you."

The end of your speech had the air running cold. Harry was silent, stoic. His eyes were slightly wide and glassy- hands fidgeting as if they didn't belong in his own skin.

"I don't- um, I don't know what to say," Harry whispers after a few minutes of muteness.

"I know. You don't have to say anything. I get it."

"You don't- that's what I'm trying to figure out how to say-"

"Don't. Don't do that," You cut him off. "That's the worst thing you could do right now." Your voice shakes. "Don't you dare try to tell me you 'loved' me out of pity."

"But what if it's true?" He counters.

"Then you have a real strange way of showing it."

That shuts him up for a minute, enough time to let you collect yourself again.

"Look, I know it was a lot to spring on you, so it's probably making you think some things you don't actually feel-"

"Then why would I have gotten so mad at the restaurant? I had no idea about how you felt, so explain that," He counters. You're caught there for a moment.

"I don't know, but obviously your affections aren't very meaningful if you were sucking some other girl's face literally three hours ago."

"Fuck, I know how this looks, but it seriously didn't mean anything. I didn't even know how you felt about me! You can't blame this all on me when you never said anything!" He's starting to get riled up now. Harry's used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and you're not making this easy on him.

"You're such a brat. Stop whining and take responsibility."

"Oh, I'm the brat?! You've been fucking whining this whole trip, and it could've been you I was pounding into the mattress if-"

"I'm whining because I love you!" You yell.

"Well, so do fuckin' I!" He counters back, both of you staring at each other intensely and breathing like you've just run a marathon. Just as he's about to say something, a voice sounds through the elevator's speaker.

"It seems a though the fire department got here much quicker, so you two should be out within the next five minutes!" The awfully chipper lady informs you.

"This isn't fucking over," He practically growls at you as you start to hear the elevator being pried open.

"Oh, until you drop to your knees and beg for my forgiveness, we're not talking."

"Think it'll be the other way around, babe," He answers back slyly, and you know the games have just begun.

[bad-decisionsot7]

Their reaction to having sex at your parents house.

Jin would be very cautious. he'd urge you to be very quiet so the both of you wouldn't get caught. after all, how embarrassing would that be to be caught having sex by your girlfriends parents? you'd be the complete opposite and it'd drive him mad. you'd be extra teasing, giving him more neck bites (his favorite) and be extra denying when it came to giving him head. he'd be begging you to go down on him and you'd just smirk, "moan and i'll think about it." he didn't know whether or not you were somewhat thrilled about the fact of getting caught but in the end, he couldn't deny that it was so hot watching you tease him at your own parents house. don't forget, he did end up fucking you and you didn't plan on keeping quiet.

very very uncaring. he'd tease you by pinning you against the wall, playing with you until you were shaking, denying you of an orgasm. it's like being at your parents house made him more kinky than he already was, if possible. he'd give you what you wanted after he was satisfied with the teasing, "are you going to be obedient and keep quiet?" he'd tease you with his cock (fun fact; i love the word cock, idk why sksjjs sorry for interrupting) until you'd be begging, small whimpers leaving your lips. "I'll take that as a yes but remember little one, any loud moans and it's over." he wasn't serious, like i said. he's very uncaring so it wasn't about your parents hearing, it was about him loving how you listened to him, finally, he'd whisper in your ear telling you to "be loud" for him and oh, did you.

kinky boy. he wouldn't fuck you in your guys' guest room, he thought that was too basic. "babe, we're at my parents house we can't just fuck anywhere, this isn't our place." you told him as he carried you to the kitchen. "what's my name?" he asked you, setting you on the counter. you were nervous, this was clear. "d-daddy" you spoke, he smirked as he began kissing down your neck, "my name, babydoll." and it struck you. he had a reputation to live up to. "jung hoseok." and he smirked, he smirked into your neck as his fingers slipped into your panties. "that's right baby, now take these off. i have a little game." hoseok never ever just had "sex." it was always creative, hot, the best you can think of, he made sure of that. so when you were horny at your parents, you knew it'd been a mistake because of his very creative sexual desires.

loving, when it came to you, it wasn't just sex for him, it was beautiful, memorable and special. he would want this to be a time you'd remember most so he didn't want kinky, he wanted to make love to you. he'd lay you down, stripping you of your clothing. he'd press wet kisses down your entire body, nibbling at a few parts. his hands would travel down your soft skin, whimpers leaving your parted lips, he loved the noises you made. they only encouraged him but he figured this wasn't about him, it was about you. he'd kiss you, passionately and slow, savoring your lips. you two had never just made love, it was always kinky, rough sex but tonight, he intended on changing that. he'd finally enter you, you instinctively clenching around him. you loved this side of jimin. he was so cautious, so soft, so loving. you had never seen sex as anything but sex but now, it had a whole new meaning and all because of jimin.

oh god. well prepare yourself for this after reading that semi soft jimin one cause this is anything but soft. yoongi would be straightforward. he didn't let you know that he'd packed handcuffs in his suitcase and it surprised you. "what're you-" "c'mon y/n, don't make me wait. stand up, hands behind your back.". you obeyed him, like always. so there you were, handcuffed and laying in bed. he decided to tease you. "i handcuffed you because i know how much you like to pull my hair when i'm going down on you, sucks for you." and it'd be like he was doing this on purpose, hoping to get caught because well, he isn't called the master of tongue technology for nothing. you'd be a wiggling, moaning mess and all because of him. he took pride in making you beg. it always made him want you more. "what? you didn't think i was going to take it easy on you because of our location, did you?"

he didn't care how loud you moaned. in fact, he loved hearing it. so when he was eating you out from behind, he planned on making you scream. "t-tae, it's too much." you begged him to stop, so afraid to get caught but he only continued. your hips grinded back, so you were grinding yourself on his tongue afraid the friction might be lost. you wanted him to stop but then again you didn't. you'd be a moaning mess and then, it'd stop. "you're quite loud tonight baby, it's a shame you might have woken your parents." you'd hear from behind you. he'd come in front of you, lifting you off the bed and to your knees. you'd get the idea of what was going on when his boxers slid down his legs and his cock was mere inches away from your lips. without warning, he'd slide himself in your mouth. you'd instantly begin sucking him off, your lips wrapped around his cock as it hit the back of your throat repeatedly. "can't be loud now, can you?"

"c'mon baby, just one time. i mean we've been here for four days, i need something." he'd practically beg you, his head on your stomach. "fine but-" he didn't let you finish. your approval was all he needed to hear. he wasted no time in beginning to kiss your skin. he wasn't patient. jungkook was anything but slow and steady. what he wanted, he got. so when you were pushed against the wall with his big hands holding you in place, you knew this is what you had been needing too. he'd be rough and fast, his desire taking over him. his teeth nipped at your ear while he groaned hotly, a soft moan emitting from you. the next day, you two would go downstairs for breakfast where your parents were. jungkook reassured you that there was no way they'd heard you so you kind of forgot about it. that is until your mother asked if you had a rough night, and that's when jungkook spit out his orange juice.

[wheels-of-despair]

Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue. Contains: Attachment issues, googly eyes, goofiness, family fun time, actual parental figures being So Done with these morons. Words: 3k

"Jesus!"

The stack of papers Mrs. Baker had just dropped on your desk was so massive, a staple wouldn't have had a chance. They were contained inside a yellow folder. You opened it to reveal the ridiculous amount of worksheets that would soon need filling out, and looked to your left to find Eddie as wide-eyed as you were.

"I wonder how many trees died for this project's sins?" Eddie mused.

"Can it, Munson," the teacher said playfully. She was one of the good ones. You and Eddie had lucked out and ended up in the same health class together this semester, and today was Flour Sack Baby Day. Just before prom. Well played, Mrs. Baker.

After the last of the novel-length piles of paper were handed out, Mrs. Baker returned to the front of the room. "The packets are pretty self-explanatory. Do we need to go over the rules again?"

She was answered with a collective murmur of "no."

"Alright, come get your baby when I call you, then you can use the rest of today's class to start on the packets and figure out who's taking what shift. Birth certificates need to be filled out and signed before you leave here today!"

Three minutes later, the Munsons are proud parents of a flour sack baby. It's just a five-pound store-brand bag of flour with a "9/M" written on it in permanent marker. Your project has a number and a gender. Now it needs a name.

You open the packet and find the birth certificate. You fill out the parental information while Eddie stares down the bag of this week's responsibility. You can't wait to see how he handles it.

"Alright, pops, we need a name."

"Frodo Baggins," he says without hesitation.

"Frodo Baggins Munson? No way you were ever allowed to reproduce, I demand a paternity test."

"Fro-DOUGH BAG-gins. 'Cause flour makes dough. And it's in a bag."

You chuckle and fill in the rest of the flour baby's birth certificate without even bothering to argue. You both sign on your dotted lines, then you walk it to the front of the room to have Mrs. Baker approve it. She looks at the name, and then up at you quizzically.

"Sorry. His father's a terminal nerd. I pray it's not genetic." She laughs and signs the paper, and you return to your seat. Eddie has the flour sack in his lap.

"Alright, Baby Frodough, your birth has been officially recognized by The Man." You pat the top of the sack in Eddie's lap. "Now what?"

"I guess we divvy him up between classes?"

You decide to keep him for the morning classes, and Eddie would take him after lunch. You were usually together after school anyway, so that would be no problem.

"He needs something," Eddie says, staring at the flour sack he's now cradling like an actual baby. You're not sure if you want to laugh or kiss him. The bell rings.

"Like what?" you ask, shoving the packet into your backpack.

You can practically see the lightbulb go off over his head. "C'mon."

"Okay?" You grab your stuff, and Eddie's too, and try to keep up with the nerd darting out of the classroom with a sack of flour.

Three doors down, Eddie stands in the doorway to the art room. "Mr. Harris, do you have any googly eyes?"

"What?" you hear from inside when you finally catch up. You linger by Eddie's side in the doorway and see the art teacher eyeing Eddie suspiciously.

"Do you have any googly eyes?"

"Why?"

Eddie holds the sack of flour out and cries, "Our baby can't see how much we love him!"

You snort. Mr. Harris throws back his head and laughs. "Third drawer," he points to a cabinet, "knock yourselves out."

"Thanks!" Eddie grins, hugging Frodough close and heading toward the cabinet. You open it and dig through the drawer of leftover art supplies together, finally finding two eyes that were relatively the same size and a bottle of glue. Eddie places the flour baby on a table and bends over to glue his eyes on. "There we go. Hi, Frodough! I'm your dad!" He waves at the flour sack, then nudges you with his hip. "Introduce yourself!"

With a roll of your eyes, you give in, "Hi, Frodough. I'm your mom. I'm the normal one, obviously." Eddie's jaw drops in mock offense, and the warning bell rings.

"Shit, we gotta go." You pick up the flour baby and head for the door, both calling another "thanks!" to Mr. Harris on the way out.

"Bye, Frodough. I'll see you at lunch." Eddie lovingly touches the flour sack in your arms, mutters a "careful, that glue's not dry yet," then turns on his heel and walks in the other direction.

"…and goodbye to you too, dear! Have a lovely day! Bring home that bacon!" you call sarcastically to his back. He spins around to flash you a wicked grin before nearly running into a band geek and turning a corner. "Alright kid, guess it's just you and me," you mumble to the bag on the way to your next class.

At lunch, Eddie insists on holding the flour baby on his lap. He proudly introduces Frodough Baggins Munson to his Hellfire Uncles, who look at him as if he's grown tentacles. You hand off the flour sack and the folder at lunch, and much to your surprise… you kind of start to miss lugging that thing around during your afternoon classes.

After the final bell, you wait for Eddie as his locker. When you see them round the corner, you smile. "Hi, boys! I missed you!" Eddie grins back, seeing that you're ready to play with him, and leans down for a kiss. You hold Frodough as Eddie shoves books in his locker, and then head to the parking lot together.

"Should we have a car seat?"

"Shit. Should we?" You look at each other for a minute, then decide that you'll just wear a seatbelt and hold Frodough on your lap. You're surprised when Eddie actually drives the speed limit, but don't say anything. It's cute that he's taking this seriously.

When you get to your house, Eddie holds the flour baby at the kitchen table and works on the packet - the baby's whereabouts and activities need to be logged every hour - while you make snacks. The afternoon passes uneventfully as you work on other homework and pass the flour baby back and forth.

When you hear your mother's car door slam, you get a wicked idea. Leaning back in your chair at the kitchen table, you pull your shirt over the flour sack.

"Mom, we gotta talk," you grin when she walks in the door. She looks at the bulge under your shirt with wide eyes. Before she can ask for an explanation, you moan. "Oh god, it's coming. Eddie, it's coming!" He slides to his knees on the floor next to you without missing a beat.

"Push, babe! Push! You can do this!"

"AHHHH!" you groan as you push the flour sack from beneath your shirt into Eddie's waiting hands. He proudly holds it up to show your mom the googly eyes.

"It's a boy!" Eddie exclaims, face full of mock-surprise.

"Oh God, there's two of them," your mother rolls her eyes to the ceiling and tries to hide her smile. Eddie rests Frodough on your knee and remains on the floor by your side.

"How long is this gonna go on?" she asks.

"A week."

"Well, you'll probably save me a store run. One of my coworkers has a birthday on Friday, I think I might bake her a cake. Can I borrow some of your baby if I run out of flour?"

"Little ears!" you shriek, and go to put your hands on Frodough's ears. You hesitate. "Where are his ears?" you murmur to Eddie, who positions your hands where he imagines the flour baby's ears to be. "Little ears!" you say again, with your hands in the right place.

Your mother sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, still trying to pretend she doesn't find you hilarious.

"Can Eddie stay for the week? I'd hate for our baby to be from a broken home. Like me. See how weird and damaged I turned out?"

She places her bag in a chair, then leans against the counter and gives you both a calculating look. "Fine," she finally says. "He's here all the time anyway."

"Aww. You wanna hold him, granny?" you grin. Eddie plucks the flour baby from your knee, holding him out from his position on the floor so your mother can take him.

She glares. "Don't."

"Nana?"

"Stop."

"Maw-Maw?"

"Eddie, go home, you're both grounded."

You and Eddie both cackle, knowing he's not going anywhere. Finally, she takes pity on Eddie's shaking arms and picks up the five-pound bag he's been holding out to her through this entire exchange.

"This thing got a name?"

"His name is Frodough Baggins Munson. Like the Tolkien character. Emphasis on the DOUGH and the BAG," Eddie explains.

She looks into the googly eyes and says, "Sorry, kid. Your parents are total dorks."

Eddie is allowed to stay; on the condition that your bedroom door remains open, and that the flour sack sleeps between you. Neither of you has a problem with these terms.

Later that evening, you accompanied him home to get clothes and introduce Frodough to Wayne before he left for work.

"Wayne!" Eddie called when he stepped inside, needlessly, because Wayne was in the kitchen. "Meet your grandson!" He holds the flour sack toward his uncle. Wayne stares into the googly eyes for a minute, and like your mother, rolls his eyes.

"As soon as Wayne's eyes unstick, I need a picture of the Munson men!" you insist, holding up your camera. Eddie bounds over to Wayne, wrapping an arm around him and holding Frodough proudly between them while he grins for the camera.

"Wayne, you're not looking very happy about our little bundle of joy," you jest from behind the camera.

"Y'know," he drawls, "once upon a time, I thought you might be a good influence on the boy. Mellow him out a little. But I think it went the other way. Now there's two of ya."

"Have you been talking to my mom?" you ask, lifting your head above the camera's viewfinder. Wayne laughs, and you snap a quick picture.

The next day, you enlist your brother's help. For the reasonable cost of $5, he becomes your official family photographer for the week. Over the next several days, when you weren't in school, you embarked on a series of family outings. Very well-documented family outings. The three of you had the time of your lives.

You and Eddie took Frodough to the playground. There are photos of you three coming down the slide together, holding the flour sack on the monkey bars, and pushing him together in a baby swing. (Eddie somehow crammed most of his ass into the baby swing and took it for a test drive first, to make sure it was safe enough for little Frodough.) The three of you rode the coin-operated carousel in front of the grocery store. You went to the dollar store and faked a tropical vacation. You went to Lover's Lake and had a family picnic, checkered blanket and all. Frodough even got to share the Dungeon Master's chair with Eddie during a Hellfire Club meeting.

You'd never had this much fun with a school project before. Eddie didn't even complain about having to log every hour of activity. Taking care of that little sack of flour became like second-nature to you both.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, your week with Frodough was over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little sad about it. You suspected Eddie was feeling it too.

That last day was a somber one. At the end of the day, you carried your sack of flour back into Mrs. Baker's classroom. Most of the other student-parents hadn't bothered to give their flour babies any personality at all. Yours was the only one with googly eyes. You stacked your completed packet on top of the pile, removed the battered Dio shirt that had been pinned around him like a onesie, and placed him with the other naked flour babies on a table by the window. You each patted the flour sack fondly one last time. You took Eddie's hand, wanting to walk away and get this over with.

"What's gonna happen to them?" Eddie asked Mrs. Baker, who was transferring quiz scores to her gradebook.

"The flour?" She looks up to see him nod. "The cheer squad is using it for the bake sale next week." You feel like melting into the floor. Eddie holds your hand tighter, and you share a dismal look.

"What if we want our baby back?" Eddie asks, returning his attention to Mrs. Baker. Your heart soars.

"Kids, it's a sack of flour."

"But it's our sack of flour," you respond stubbornly.

"The girls are picking it up after practice today. Sorry, guys." She closes her gradebook and ducks down to tuck it into her book bag.

He strikes like lightning.

Before you even realize what's happening, Eddie has snatched Frodough and fled from the room with a wild cackle.

"What in the world?" Mrs. Baker looks to you, as if you planned this. You reach into your pocket and pull out a dollar - well above Frodough's retail value - slap it on her desk with a grin, and chase the Eddie-shaped blur through the halls of Hawkins High.

You meet up with him at the van. You both lean against the side, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

"I think you just won the Father of the Year Award," you wheeze.

"What did she say?"

"What in the world?" you mimic. "And then I slapped a dollar on her desk and ran." You both erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Let's get the hell outta here," he says, coming to open your door. You slide in, he hands you Frodough, and you make a hasty getaway.

You soon find yourselves at Lover's Lake. You sit in silence for a few minutes, but eventually, you have to break it.

"What are we gonna do, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't carry a sack of flour around for the rest of our lives."

He sighs and leans back into his seat, turning his head to look at you. "Then I guess we give our boy a respectable send-off."

He gets out of the van, comes to your side, and opens the door. He reaches out for Frodough, but you hesitate. "What are you gonna do to him?"

He smiles, reaching for you instead, and pulls you both down. You hug Frodough to your chest, and Eddie hugs you to his.

"You were a great flour mom."

"And you were the best flour dad," you mumble into his chest.

"C'mon," he says with a kiss to your forehead. With an arm around your shoulders, he leads you to the place you had your family picnic. He reaches for Frodough, and you reluctantly give him the flour baby.

Eddie turns Frodough so he's looking at you both with his not-quite-the-same-size googly eyes. "Frodough Baggins Munson, you were a wonderful son. You brought your mom and I so much closer together, and we had a fuckin' blast with you." You elbow him gently. "Sorry. We had a blast with you. We couldn't let you become cupcakes, especially cupcakes that would financially benefit the jockstraps of Hawkins High, so we've brought you here, to a place we know you love. It's time for you to go, but know that we will never forget you. On account of those three rolls of film we're gonna send off to get developed as soon as we're done here. But rest easy, Frodough. We'll see you in another life. Anything to add, Mom?"

"Bye, Frodough. You were a good flour baby. We're gonna miss lugging you around." That's all you have in you.

Eddie unrolls the top of the flour sack. "Ready?" You nod. He spins in a circle, dusting your picnic spot with flour. And more flour. And even more flour. When Eddie finally shakes the last of the flour out of the bag, it looks like he's standing in a snowdrift.

"Uh… so I guess five pounds is a lot of flour." You look at each other and crack up.

"Somebody's gonna come out here before this blows away and call the CDC or something," you laugh, kicking up a cloud with the toe of your shoe.

"Guess we should probably get outta here then," he grins, pulling you into his flour circle. You hold each other in silence for a moment.

"Thanks for this," you say quietly, looking up at him. "I didn't really expect to get that attached."

"Me either," he responds. "But I had fun this week."

"Me too. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anybody. Especially when groceries are involved."

Eddie snorts.

"How are we gonna look Mrs. Baker in the eye on Monday morning?" you ask, face beginning to burn already at the thought of your upcoming embarrassment.

"Maybe she'll give us extra credit for being the only parents who refused to abandon our flour baby?"

You laughed.

But she did.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

An Cumhachd A Thig Le Cùram

The Power That Comes With Caring

This is my secret santa gift for @esperosisdoeswriting! Their prompt was Villain and/or monster dad that is quite evil but very much loves and adores his power-less child. Found family highly encouraged. I hope you like it Esper!

WARNINGS: violence, death, cussing

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Supervillain was shoved in the direction of the cop car. "Alright, ALRIGHT I'm going! Fuck off!" he said while walking in that direction.

How angry he was. These stupid heroes treating him like nothing more than a herd cattle! It was infuriating.

If Child weren't nearby he'd tear out the throats of everyone around him.

He sat down in the back and was closed in there for a bit. Apparently getting him into custody wasn't the first priority.

He heard squabbling. One of the voices sounded like Child. They were probably so scared right now, those heroes taking their parent away from them, no wonder they were resisting.

Eventually the car started moving, the person in the passenger's seat asking Supervillain questions.

"Yes, I kidnapped them." "No, that kid is not someone I kidnapped." "My history of torture does not apply here." "Those heroes? They're dead. Pissed me off too much while I held them hostage, kept asking for food or water." "Her screams were oh so delightful. You should've been there." "Leave the kid out of this."

He had no reason to hide anything he did. Infact he took much pride in all his crimes.

And why wouldn't he? He was Supervillain. He marked everything thoroughly once he realized the cops would never find him.

He was… ticked off about that, to say the least. Child was just a kid. A powerless one at that. If there was ever a group of people that would take advantage of them, exploit them, even abuse them, it would be the police and heroes.

Except now they had. And now they had Child too.

They arrived at the agency. "C'mon, get out. We're putting you in custody."

"No."

"No?" one of the heroes sneered.

"Tell me where my kid is or I'm not getting out of this damn vehicle."

Laughter. Laugher that made the supervillain see red. Laughter that made him almost break the cuffs right then and there.

"Tell me where they are right now or so help me-"

He was cut off by a sniggering hero, "You're infront of a hero agency. Whatever you do, you have an army's worth of heroes to contend with. You ain't gonna do shit."

"Tell me where they are."

A superior walked up to the group. "What's the hold up? I need him in a cell, STAT."

"He won't leave the car unless we tell him where the kid we found in his house is."

You fuckers that's my child.

The superior sighed. "Just tell him, we can't waste anymore time."

One of the heroes rolled their eyes then turned to Supervillain. "Fine. They're being brought to our agency and held in an interrogation room for a while where you can't get to them while we figure out why they were there."

He finally stepped out of the car, satisfied with that. Child would be here too. He was okay with that.

He was led down into the facility, celebratory cheers following him at every turn while the heroes led him on.

Something isn't right.

He could sense it. Deep down. Call it parental instinct. Something was wrong.

He stopped moving. The heroes started shouting at him, pushing, trying to drag him. He tuned them out. Their methods didn't work as his body didn't budge.

Then, he heard it.

His child was screaming.

And so the cuffs broke.

Red, red, everything was red as the screams turned from a child's fear to adults' pain. He lashed out, tearing out their throats, hearts, lungs, whichever of the vital body parts was closest.

The shadows of his power stretching far and wide and terrorizing the whole damn agency.

He would not stop until he found his kid.

Rushing through the halls, leaving marks across every surface his shadows scraped. Like a wild beast searching for its prey.

You fuckers better pray to whatever gods you follow that I'll be quick.

People started fighting back, there was electricity, punches, force fields, weapons. None of it was Child. And so the rage continued.

He hunted, hunted, tracking down the heroes that stole his child, took them from his home.

Clawing his way through the bodies separating him from his kin.

And there they were. Child, crying, backed against a wall while Supervillain crushed the skull of the hero they were cowering from.

His mind cleared, his child was in front of him. And he had just killed.

Out of everything, that was his one rule. No villainy in front of his kid. In front of Child. But now…

He walked forward, wary. Would they even look at him the same? Would there be fear in their eyes?

He knelt down in front of them. "Hey. I'm… sorry you had to see that. I understand if you're-"

"PAPA!" Child suddenly lunged forward and buried their head in his chest, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

He was stunned, to say the least. "Yeah, it's me." He stroked their hair a little bit.

They cried and cried, finally safe, finally secure. They didn't care that Supervillain had just murdered every hero in the building, they were finally okay because their father was here.

And he wasn't leaving them any time soon.

He wasn't Hero afterall.

[blood-grove]

scar trails

now -> next life (wip)

-> tws; injuries , gore , sickness , death , vomiting (basically everything you think to expect in a zombi apocalypse)

-> older brother!kyle & black child!reader

-> a/n: okay so right this has been in my head for days now..so hear you go! also boom the reader is black bc why tf wouldnt they be (ive been dying to write abt a black!reader for so long as a black person)

-> n/n - nickname

y/n - your name ofc

"n/n c'mon" I huffed as I dragged them away from the bugs they were fawning over ignoring there complaints as we kept walking.

We needed to keep heading toward the countryside but ever since Y/N got sick I've had to make us take detours for medicine, extra food, non-expired cough medicine to try and give them some relief, and looking extra for warm sleeping spots that weren't a walker nest.

It was just a cold I knew it was, I tried my best to keep them from worrying about turning.

They'd be okay once we reached Grandpa's.

I had been avoiding eating for a while I know it's dumb but they needed the food the more they ate the quicker they'd recover.

I wish I paid attention to Moms cooking more she always knew the best food to eat while sick, I had snatched a cookbook from a while back but it'd be no use with what we have.

Y/N had been a trooper throughout this all I honestly didn't know what to say we've been out here two months now and they've been going on strong.

I know they terrified though so am I but we have to keep moving.

"Are we there yet?"

"Y/n please don't start!—"

"I was quiet for five minutes like you said!"

I could just feel that cheeky grin on your face as we walked along the railroad not like any trains would be coming threw anytime soon.

It's been fifteen minutes of 'are we there yet' and I've considered turning into a walker.

We finally reached the next town that I figured out on the map, It was empty like the rest but on the next step closer to the country I saw a medicine store and grocery store and headed for them Y/n in tow.

"Do you think they have candy?! Can we get some please?"

Y/n whined as we entered the grocery store luckily still remembering to keep there voice down as I huffed.

"Look if the candy looks..alright we can get one box okay? But we need the space for food.." I whispered as I scanned the small shop's isles zoning in on packaged and canned food.

Dropping our rather light bag to the side to fill up checking the dates as I either tossed them in or tossed them aside.

Y/n went to the small section of the candy isle before coming back with a box for me to examine.

"Look it's those chewy ones mom gets!"

"Mm.. They look fine throw them in your bag.. I think we've got enough for the week now.."

I frowned slightly as I zipped up the bag hoisting it back on me it was certainly heavier but it'd be worth it.

Y/n carried their own bag but it was just medicine and there plushie I insisted I could carry them both but they wouldn't budge or let go.

I wish I was more vigilant we had moved on to the pharmacy Y/n was deciding which flavor medicine they wanted which honestly since it was warm liquid cough medicine it wouldn't taste good regardless.

Then the door opened again.

Now we both hid behind the cashier counter I gripped the handgun our parents gave me like our lives depended on it which it did.

Y/n huddled close to me keeping quiet despite their trembling.

I've never shot really anyone with the gun walkers or people.

People were iffy during these times.

We just avoided them even if it meant on missing out on shelter or food were not idiots.

The person stepped behind the counter and we pushed ourselves further under the counter basically squeezing each other to be smaller in the cramped space.

"I know you there no point n' hiding just come out and show yourself."

He sounded older his voice rough from either age or cigs nearly as familiar as Grandpa he'd just used to go on about not wasting your lungs on the things in that gravelly voice of his.

But this wasn't Grandpa of course.

A quick look at Y/n who was on the verge of sobbing.

I flicked the handguns safety off as I stepped out aiming it at the much larger man now that I had a better look at him.

He had backed up a bit when he caught sight of the handgun despite the obvious lack of experience I was probably showing.

Sweaty palms and trembling hands.

He looked older of course not so old that I could just rush him and hope one of his aging body parts acted up, He was clearly a bit more prepared than us his gear looked professional.

Military.

Not like the two school book bags that used to hold both of our homework that were slowly getting holes in them now carrying the only possessions you both had left in the world besides each other.

"Look mate- I don't mean you any—"

"Shut up."

My voice cracked as I inwardly cringed at the attempt to sound tough gripping the gun tighter.

"..I don't mean any harm okay?.."

The man shifted as he looked at me or mainly my gun I guess mentally deciding if I was bluffing with blanks or actually knew how to shoot.

Y/n was still huddled under the counter hidden.

"..Were your parents at? Seem a bit too young to be out here on your own."

I just glared further.

"..Go away."

"Kid..I-"

"Leave or I'll fuckin' s-shoot you-"

My hands trembled as I straighten his posture.

He just nodded as he left hands still up in the air in an unconvincing attempt to fool me that he wasn't a threat.

As soon as he left and didn't try to sneak back into the store I grabbed our bags hastily sacrificing some food so we wouldn't be slowed down making sure to snatch some medicine reminded by Y/n's coughing and now sobbing fit.

Picking them up despite them not being that smaller than me as we both left the area with haste.

We have to reach the countryside.

I want to go back to getting in extra sleep for summer break and staying up late at night with Y/n, Mom, And Dad watching shitty horror film and eating ice cream.

But now the summer heat was unbearable at time the too cool nights just made me worry for Y/n's cold.

I just want to go home and be a kid.

Why do I already feel so old?.

a/n: yeahh yup didnt plan this one out..

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 4 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

My bed is soft. Very soft. I don't want to leave, but I have to.

"C'mon, Yuu! We're gonna be late! Myaah, wake up! We have class!" Okay, he has a point. Being late to class on the first day would be horrible, both for our reputation and Vil's.

Mustering all my willpower, I drag myself out of the warmth and onto the cold floor. Oh, slippers! That's much better.

...Hold on.

"Grim, when did I change into my pajamas?"

"You didn't. Vil used magic to swap what you were wearing with those. He said he didn't want to wake you up." Grim beams. "I managed that trick, too! Look at me, mya-ha!"

Sure enough, Grim is wearing a white, collared button-down, a black-and-white striped tie, a purple vest that matches his magestone, and a dark grey jacket to top it all off. Worn below the collar of the button-down is the collar with his magestone, and there's a violet string-looking thing with a red stripe down the middle tied around his left front leg, held in place with a golden emblem that's carved to look like Pomefiore's crest. He has no pants, but that's pretty much what I expected.

"Your uniform's in the dresser, Grim's familiar."

"Come on, Mandible. You know his name."

...Korrak sounds exhausted! Is he not used to this kind of sleep schedule? I wouldn't be surprised. Mandible did mention that he has pilot parents, after all.

Oh, right. My uniform. Sure enough, it's in the top drawer of my nightstand, neatly folded. Looks like it has all the same parts as Grim's, plus pants, shoes, and socks. There's boxers in there, too. Better go change. Didn't I hear a sophomore mention walk-in closets at the entrance ceremony?

Yep, there's a door over by the foot of my bed. That must be the closet, which is soon revealed to be walk-in. Hey, there's a light! And a full-length mirror!

...This is probably a changing room. Oh, well. Figuring out where and how everything goes on is a walk in the park, and there's a shoe rack on my left. The only pair that seems appropriate for a regular school day are the loafers, so that's what I put on.

"Myaah, you look awesome!"

"Thanks, Grim! You wear it better, though."

"No way! We're familiars, so we both look equally awesome!"

Aww. "I'll let you have this one, Grim."

"Hey, Yuu and Grim. I've got your schedules over here. Says you're in class B. We aren't, unfortunately." Korrak frowns once he's done speaking, but I don't realize why until he pokes Mandible. "Hey, wake up. We have class too, you know."

Grim goes and gets the schedule from Korrak, and carries it back to me. Upon examination, I learn class does not start for another hour.

"Korrak, do you know why we're up this early?"

He sighs, unsuccessful thus far in his attempts to wake the exhausted opossum on his bed. "Breakfast and skincare routine. Both are mandatory in Pomefiore, and this wake-up time is recommended by our housewarden." Yeah, that explains it.

Mandible wakes at the mention of food. "Breakfast? Where?"

Korrak's face is what you'd expect from a sitcom mom. "The dorm dining room. Today it's fruit, I think."

Mandible's tiredness vanishes from his face instantaneously when Korrak says the word "fruit." Mine does the same.

I grab Grim. "C'mon, breakfast!" He does not complain.

Soon after stuffing our faces with way too much watermelon, Vil stops us in the hall.

"You fell asleep before I could give you this. All yours. Use it now. And Grim should be brushed every morning before you dress him." Vil hands me a small cardboard box that feels magically reinforced. He does not let go until I'm firmly holding it, probably because it's far heavier than it looks once he does.

"He dressed himself. Is there a cat brush in here?"

Vil nods. "There most certainly is." With that, he's gone. I set off to the room I fell asleep in last night.

There's a lot of people in here, but it still isn't hard to find an empty seat. I remove Grim's little uniform (as much as I don't want to) and begin brushing him. The process only takes a few minutes, and I use the opportunity to chat with Korrak, who's in the seat to my right.

"So, what class are you in? Grim and I are in class A."

"Me and Mandible are in class B. I hope it goes well."

The kid on my left speaks up. He has beautiful, fluffy, lavender hair and the second-prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen, in my biased-toward-Grim opinion.

"Hey, me too! What're you named?"

"Uh, Korrak. And this is Mandible. What's your name?"

I sit and return the cat brush to its spot in the box before reading the instructions for the skincare products. A few of them are for Grim, so I pull those out first- while continuing to eavesdrop, of course.

" 'S Epel! I like that there 'possum- 'Mandible', eh?"

I smile. The instructions are easier to follow than I thought they'd be, and the blooming friendship makes excellent background noise.

[sugolara]

Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Two weeks after the outbreak

"You think we'll see each other again?" Denki whispered, his eyes avoiding a rotter that passed by the small store they were hiding out in. They left the dorms a short while ago, trying to make their way back home.

"Stop talking like that, man." Eijiro scolded him, sweat breaking down his hairline as he waited for an opportunity to run. He glanced back at Denki, giving him a reassuring look, "It's going to be okay, alright?"

A hum was emitted from the male as he looked down to his shoes. Next to them stood Katsuki. He'd glance at them every now and then to make sure they wouldn't reach their breaking point and alert every rotter nearby. However, they seemed to be doing good, apart from Denki who still refused to believe it, "You said your parents went off for vacation, so what the hell are you doing going home?"

Eijiro glanced at him before letting out a sigh, "Even if they aren't here I can't just abandon my home. There's a few things I need to get just in case I happen to find my parents even if the chances are extremely low."

He understood what he was saying. He then turned to look at Denki and knowing of his background he didn't bother asking about his plan, "You sure you're going to be okay? Not going to break down or something?"

Denki let out a nervous laugh to calm himself, "C'mon man, my mind is so dumb that it's incapable of having a nervous breakdown."

"You're going to be fine, Denki." Said the redhead as he shook his head, his eyes concerningly glancing at him. If he had the chance, Katsuki would have gone with them to stay together and avoid being together, but he needs his parents.

When the rotter passed by, Katsuki let out an inaudible sigh, his heart was beating insanely, but he tried his best to calm it down, "Okay, ready?"

"And leave you by yourself?" Denki quietly said, "Shouldn't we think of a different plan?"

"If anything, we'll try to find our way again." Eijiro glanced at his friends with a troubled look, "It might take a while, but trust, alright?"

"Exactly." Katsuki nodded as he placed his palm on the doorknob. He then proceeded to slowly open it, placing his other hand on the door in hopes it wouldn't screech. Thankfully it didn't and looking both ways they exited before continuing down the street. Making it to a four way, he glanced at them, swallowing a thick gulp, "Okay, be safe."

"You to man." And then he was alone avoiding every rotter. Curses wanted to leave his lips when he came close to one, but he held it along with the vomit that almost escaped him. However when he saw his home, his chest tightened.

With heavy dull and tired eyes, his bloody hands clutched on a piece of fabric that could only belong to his mother. He should have left long ago when everyone else did, but he was just stupid. He thought if he stayed to help out his classmates or teachers he would get an idea of what was going on and would find a place where he along with his family could be safe. Instead, he should've come home from the beginning and now he was suffering the consequences.

The longer he stared at his fathers mutilated corpse, tears brimmed his lower eyelids. He gritted his teeth, holding in his sniffles as the tears finally dropped. His father appeared to be slouching near the entrance of the kitchen. From what he could identify, his father had most definitely tried to fight back as glass was shattered, dishes were scattered in pieces, and the fragile furniture had been thrown around.

His fathers glasses were sitting by the main entrance, one of its lenses cracked with dried spots of crimson. He held it before carefully placing it in his pocket as something else had caught his attention. The many bloody shoe prints that decorated the shiny expensive floor. He was only able to find his father from the blood trail and when he did so, he had fallen to his knees with eyes blown in distraught.

With every sob that came out of Katsuki, his chest painfully heaved. The sudden realization that his mother wasn't around, only a piece of her clothing that he clutched in his hand brought him back to reality. He looked around the kitchen until a soft moan had caught his attention. He sniffled as he turned in his crouched position. He blinked his tears away and carefully stood up as another soft moan could be heard.

He's seen what a rotter was. Their eaten, mangle corpse would haunt his dreams. He was sure he almost saw death's door when some had come close to him, but he was only lucky that his swift movements were able to help get him away.

Once again he heard the moan and as he followed the sound, he looked down at the tiles. Another trail of dried blood. He passed by the living room and entered a separate room that his parents used as their work office. Softly and quietly he called out with his brows furrowed, "..Mom...?"

The ripped cloth in his hand fluttered to the ground. His already widened eyes couldn't get any bigger, but the sight had his mouth gaping as he choked back a sob. In front of him was a cluttered desk, papers, office supplies, and folders along with the home computer were thrown around. Blood had even splattered, darkening the walls.

Though what sat by the wall in front of him was a rotter with its mouth covered in crimson along with a bulging stomach, ready to explode. It tried reaching out for him as it emitted soft moans, having trouble in getting up due to its weight.

But what shocked him to his core was the fact that his mothers ripped up clothing laid on the rotter's body and her cut finger with its ring still attached sat near its feet. He inhaled then exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled as the next thing he knew a blur of rage washed over him, the last thing he felt was a pen in his hand.

Bloody hands wrapped around his blonde locks, staining them. His knees were pulled to his chest as he tucked his head in between them, sniffling away the mucus that tried running down its nose.

He felt like he used up all his strength and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. The rotter that was next to him was now dead. He didn't even know he had to stab the head in order to kill it, but he figured it out. The pen had gotten stuck and he didn't bother to remove it. Sure, the rotter was once a human, but he can't exactly have sympathy for it as killed his parents.

What confused him was why his mother was so far from his father? His father liked to keep the front yard clean and tidy, so perhaps he was surprised when a rotter had jumped on him and he tried going back inside to be safe. There must've been a lot judging from the many shoe prints he saw earlier.

The rotters had surely barged their way in while his mother was inside her work office and only came out when she heard commotion. That had to be it. Katsuki knew that his parents wouldn't go down without a fight, they're his parents! But, a horde of rotters were insanely strong even if you have the designated weapon and unless you weren't trapped there was no freedom.

Speaking of horde, hearing a car drive by as it honked alerted him. He sprung his head up as he looked at the entrance wondering if it was real, but it was as he could clearly hear it. The honking grew louder as it passed by his home, then it got distant the further it drove.

Getting up to look out the office window, he looked down to his right where he could barely see the red vehicle drive down the road. However, as he looked to his left his eyes widened. A clutter of rotters slowly walking, their bodies fixated on walking down the road he lived on.

A horde like that, if they were to spot him they would undoubtedly trample into his home. He had to think quickly so he stood up, but when he turned to spot the rotter he killed his heart tightened. He knows that his parents would want him to run, but he couldn't leave them even in their state. He was their only son and they deserve so much more. They deserve a better ending where he could tell them how much he deeply loved them despite the times they fought.

He clutched his shirt as he tightly closed his eyes, desperately trying to hold his sobs. His jaw clenched as he took in a sharp breath. He reached down to quickly grab the ringer his mother adorned. The pads of his fingers had touched his mothers cold finger and no matter how much he wanted to vomit he refused as he left the room.

He headed to his room to grab a spare bag, placing a few clothes before going back downstairs to grab whatever food wouldn't rot. Then as he headed to the front of the house to exit, the corners of his eyes caught a hung frame.

He stood as he turned his head to it. He always hated that photo. His parents had forced him to smile the day he turned 17. A smile never suited him, but his parents beg to differ. Damn, was he always embarrassed of it as he refused to ever make eye contact with it.

Today was different, however, as he grabbed the frame along with the keys that hung next to it. He ran out his doors and headed for his parents car. His driving skills weren't good, but they were decent so driving around shouldn't be too difficult.

He jammed the key and turned it so the engine would start, but it only sputtered, catching the attention of the horde that continued to make way. Beads of sweat glided down from his hairline as the engine refused to start. It had him slamming his hands on the steering wheel, "Dammit! Why won't you fucking start!?"

He turned back to the road, the horde just few steps away, "FUck!"

Grabbing his bag, he removed himself from the car and ran down the road. He needed to put a safe good amount of distance between him and the rotters. Though as he ran, dodging the hands that tried grabbing him, he realized where he was supposed to go? The next city could possibly offer something or maybe he should try to make his way to Izuku who lived close by. That is if he's still even alive. No, of course he is, his nerdy self would know what to do.

However, with the amount of corpses walking the street he'd take to Izuku's apartment, there was no way he'd make it out alive. He let out a sigh of breath as he stopped to catch his breath. He could see a rotter make its way to him in a slow pace as its leg bone was sticking out.

What the hell is he supposed to do? Walk until he reaches the next city? And then what? Continue in hopes he comes across someone he once knew? Or die trying to live?

He let out a loud groan, clutching onto his locks of hair as his head was hurting from thinking of a new plan. If he remembered correctly, the street he's standing on held a homeless shelter. Perhaps the news announced a shelter that he wasn't able to hear due to his shock. That's it. He'd check there before leaving Musutafu.

"Okay." Taking in a breath, he used the cars to keep him hidden as he headed there. When a rotter was in view, he'd duck down carefully listening until their footsteps could no longer be heard.

All hope left his body when the doors were open leaving a dark inside to be exposed. He could hear the faint sounds of snarls and he didn't dare venture in. His hands clutched his hand as he figured what to do now. Going back to the dorms is a death wish, finding Eijiro and Denki would be impossible if they've already left, and leaving Musutafu...

Leave Musutafu where he was born? Where he grew up? Where he made good and bad memories? Is that something he wanted to do? Well, that was a plan, but not one he wanted to do. He didn't really have a choice if he wanted to live anyway and if his classmates were smart, they'd head for a smaller town with less skyscrapers. They tend to hold few people so with less it meant that there wouldn't be as many rotters as they are here.

A low sigh left his lips, clutching the straps of his bag he turned to walk with no destination. Days went by, the sun went down and the moon came up. He'd long forgotten about the days, his mind only focusing on living. So early into the apocalypse and scavenging was becoming scarce. He'd only be lucky if he came across a grocery store that wasn't open during its business hours.

Along with no resources, his sleep went away. Countless nights of staring at the roof of a vehicle where he would sleep, sheeps would be counted hoping that his ears would block the soft growls of nearby rotters. His quick yet tired movements allowed him to get away. He was lucky, grateful even to be alive.

Though his luck almost got to him and he wasn't sure how long it would last before it slipped away when a horde chased after him in a small alley. It had cornered him and the only escape was a door to a building. He slammed the door open, feeling his clothes being pulled as he got away just in the nick of time.

He couldn't catch his breath when he realized he had entered a break room where another door was placed in front of him and he quickly went to open it as the door behind him wouldn't last with that many rotters. Slamming and turning the knob agitated him as the exit behind him grew louder and as he took a quick peek he could already see the hinges of the door coming loose.

He let out an annoyed groan as he used his foot to break down the door. He wasn't going to die, he'd refused to do so. He made it this far and a mere horde wasn't going to take that chance away. Finally with a kick to the knob, the door opened just as the one behind him came crashing down. Without hesitation he entered the grocery store, slamming his back onto the door to keep the rotters from breaking it down.

With no injuries and a body worn out, his luck had returned when he heard that voice he'd never thought to hear and his eyes meeting a pair of green.

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━ Sensory Lovers| Neteyam x oc FF

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✠ ━━━━━━━ Chapter 2

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"Get up kids! Start getting ready!"

Neytiri shouted from outside.

Tired groans can be heard from the sleeping children, tossing their bodies around and basically doing anything but opening those sleepy eyes. Even though they always go to bed early so they can get enough sleep, lifting the mightiest mountain in Pandora seems like an easier task for Neytiri and Jake than getting them out of their beds.

"Tuk move your feet," Lo'ak whined in annoyance, shoving his little sister's leg off his face. She rolled over, now doing the same thing to Neteyam.

"C'mon Tuk..." Neteyam tapped her ankle, he's laid flat on his back with his eyes closed, too lazy to actually move her.

"I told you she'd do it again, but your weak ass fell for her puppy eyes. Next time she sleeping with mom and dad, I don't wanna hear it." Lo'ak said after yawning and stretching his body.

Tuktirey was unresponsive to his complaints for a moment, so she could turn to Neteyam and apologize before returning her focus to him.

"As if you don't blabber in your sleep, weirdo. I was using my leg to shut you up." She remarks.

"First of all, I've never in my life done that crap. Second, nobody wants your stinkin' feet on their face, that's totally disgusting!" With a disgusted facial expression, he pointed out.

"Oh please, you must've been smelling yourself, not my feet! I don't think you even took a shower yesterday, ya nasty!"

"Why you—I did shower. I was the one who gave you one, you ungrateful smart mouth!"

"Lo'ak hush, you're literally arguing with a 7 year old. It's too early for this." Kiri says, rolling her eyes.

"I'll argue with a 7 year old if she's this disrespectful, I don't care."

"Fine, I don't want your big head to give me one today. I want Teyam to!"

Lo'ak waved her off. "Whatever. I wouldn't do it anyway."

"And I'm telling on you for breaking dad's camera, I saw you." Tuk stuck her tongue out at him.

"Snitch."

"Teyam, help me. Lo'ak is a big jerk and he's bullying me." She poked his left cheek.

"Gimme a few minutes, yeah?"

"Sure."

She stayed silent for a while then started shaking him, "Okay, minute's over!"

"I'm up, ma'am, I'm up," He gave her a tired smile.

Now fully awake, Neteyam was able to stand up while carrying Tuk in his arms and twirling her in an effort to lighten her mood just a little. Nope, she persisted in grumbling about how much of a bully Lo'ak actually is, thus it didn't quite work as he'd hoped. He would chuckle at the name-calling and false accusations that she'd make randomly, admitting in his mind that their brother was right to call her out on having a sharp tongue. Obviously, he was aware that she wasn't being sincere and will quickly forget about their 'fight'.

She loves him no matter what.

And his point was proven much sooner. He offered Tuk a drink of water and helped her do her daily morning routine before asking Lo'ak to lend her a hand with her hair and the new accessories that Neytiri gave her so that he could get ready as well. Lo'ak grumbled under his breath but still complied.

"I'm gonna make lots of friends! I hope they like me..I'm nice so why wouldn't they?"

Kiri gave them some of the fruits she went to get in their parents storage space. "Just stay out of trouble, we don't wanna give mom and dad more stress than they're already going through."

"Yeah that's Lo'ak's job, I listen to my mom and dad."

"I'm sitting right here."

"We can see that." Tuk simply bite into the piece of fruit, her comeback made Kiri laugh.

"We cAn SeE tHat." He imitated her in mocking tone, still putting her braids through the beads.

"I'll go see my mom one last time, catch you guys in a bit."

They nodded and Kiri took her leave.

About our lovely queen Kiri. She is the beautiful, inquisitive, intelligent adopted daughter of Jake and Neytiri. As she was born around the same time as Neteyam, they were both simultaneously given a first connection to Eywa at the Tree of Souls in front of the entire clan.

She is unlike any Na'vi or avatar that the Omatikaya have ever met before. From a very early age, she has had an unusually strong connection to Eywa, even more than that of a tsahìk. While out in the forest, Kiri occasionally gets lost in thoughts and quiet meditation and her siblings will find her, eyes closed, feeling Eywa's heartbeat beneath her.

Kiri deeply wishes she could have met her biological mother, Grace, when she was still alive. She does whatever she can to feel closer to her, whether it be visiting Grace's incubated avatar, trying to get answers from Jake, or reading the documents and video recordings that Grace has left behind. Interestingly, Kiri shares many of her mother's traits, such as a certain rebellious attitude and a rather pure love for all that Pandora stands for.

Because Grace had an avatar body, Kiri possesses human-like traits such as her eyebrows and four fingers on her hands. Similar to Lo'ak.

On her way to the lab, she saw Neytiri struggling to lift all the luggage on her own. Jake did tell her they wouldn't need all of those belongings, but she insisted that she isn't leaving anything behind and packed so much stuff that will remind her of home.

"Pfft, mom, do you need help?" Kiri tried to hold in her laugher. Neytiri's posture was amusingly awkward.

"Oh, hey, sweetie..kind of. Your dad's feeding Bob, so I'm left to do this by myself. I should divorce that man, I deserve better."

"Drama queen, I'll help you." Kiri took the other bags that were left; luckily, those were not heavy.

"Thank you, and be careful not to lose your balance. Walk slowly." Neytiri warned her. Following her to the Ikrans, Kiri nodded.

They were able to finish with the task in no time. Then, both let out audible sighs.

"I'll be right back." Kiri resumed with her plan, she started walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"To the lab. Don't worry, I won't be there for long, I'm just gonna say a quick final goodbye to mom and the others."

"Look if you can find any of those strange gadgets in there that can be useful to us!"

"Mom! You're already over-packed." Kiri waved her off.

Hours later:

The moment has arrived for them to leave. Despite understanding their decision, Mo'at felt devastated to be separated from her daughter and her grandchildren. As Tsahìk, the spiritual leader of a Na'vi clan and the most important member next to the clan leader, she couldn't leave her people; they needed her.

She gave each of them a squeezing hug while shedding unrestrained tears of sorrow.

Turning to Jake, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Protect them with your life. That's my only wish from you."

"I will. That's my duty as a father and mate." She was trembling from all the crying when Jake put his hand on top of hers and made his vow.

Mo'at nodded. She did grow fond of Jake throughout the years; he brought her daughter tremendous happiness, along with four bundles of joy who called her grandma. She was grateful for such luxury. She had long since forgiven the previous betrayals and never held grudges against him. Jake atoned for his initial betrayal by becoming the sixth Toruk Makto in Na'vi history and aligning himself with the clan.

The clan harbors much respect for him as a former leader and had learned a lot from him. And the fact that Mo'at had guided the people alongside him, and her daughter made her feel honored. She accepted their marriage, loved and provided for the family.

"Daughter, be brave and strong like I know you to be." Mo'at instructed her daughter, gaze stern yet encouraging.

With Tuktirey in her arms, Neytiri sobbed and nodded. "Yes, mother."

"Geez grandma, stop squeezing so much, you gonna break my bones." Lo'ak grumbled, earning a smack from Neteyam.

"Lo'ak!"

"What?" He glares at him.

"Thankful that this thing is another territory's problem now." Mo'at said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

"He's playing grandma, we'll miss you for sure." Neteyam assured her.

"I know. Go ahead, don't let me hold you guys back."

Eventually they all made their bonds with the Ikrans and set off.

'I'll be here waiting for whenever you come back.' Were her last words to them.

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|𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧|

As Jake has previously informed them, the Metkayina are an oceanic Na'vi clan who live along the shores of the Pandora oceans, on islands or near the mainland. Their homes are marui pods, which are built into the roots of mangrove-like trees spanning the islands. These homes hang directly above the water, presumably for easy access for swimming. Massive seawall terraces, similar in appearance to travertine terraces, guard the villages from strong waves and provide an easy place for the clan to fish.

The wind whistles a new beat, its gentle breeze caressing his face as his world seems to just pause as he takes the majestic wonder in slowly. He loves nature. And the lustrous and bright blue waters that the Metkayina live on are like the oceans that Neteyam thought he'd only see in his dreams. A dreamy sea that has a rhythmic pulse to it unmatched by any other part of nature. Except his home forest, of course.

"Why do you come to us?" The chief of the Metkayina clan, Tonowari, asked Jake.

"I just wanna keep my family safe," Jake replied.

Curly hair appears to be the norm within the clan. Their skin also sways towards a more turquoise color than the traditional blue, and with the fluid, ripple-like stripes he's used to, they blend perfectly with the aqua blue-green of the sea. They have distinct areas of lighter coloration on their underbellies and faces. The people had physical differences that he figured made their life on water easier, like a stronger tail for swimming faster.

"Treat them as brothers and sisters, teach them our ways." Tonowari says to the people.

Neteyam thought their first meeting was quite overwhelming. Although the relationship between his father and Tonowari was civil, their wives definitely didn't start on pleasant terms. While her husband did sympathize with Jake's request to protect their family, Ronal otherwise believes that their arrival inherently invites danger, as they have already brought destruction to their very own home. Neteyam genuinely understood where she was coming from, but their enemy's ongoing ambition isn't solely the family's fault.

And his mother isn't any happier about the situation than Ronal is; she has had to leave her people, her title, and the only home she's ever known. Fortunately, Jake asked her to leave her bow behind or...let's just be thankful.

He didn't appreciate her first impression towards his siblings either; he had to keep his cool in front of his parents, who warned them to do so. Not that he would openly stand up to her; she does seem like she would whoop his ass in front of everyone in a flash with no remorse. Additionally, he made no fuss over the other boys who were making fun of him and Lo'ak because they're deemed irrelevant to him. They were childish jerks.

One thing that most certainly didn't go unnoticed by Neteyam is that the chief's daughter, Tsireya, almost immediately caught Lo'ak's attention when she made her grand entrance. His eyes even sparkled when her father told her to show them their way of life.

They were shown to their marui pods by Tsireya, where they'll be staying at in the meantime. The three of them are still sharing a room, and Tuktirey is now sleeping with their parents as a result of Lo'ak's desperate pleading. So, nothing has changed on that part.

"Okay, Sully's fall in." Jake called out to everyone.

"Remember? Family meeting." Lo'ak was tugged along by Neteyam a little more forcefully than he had intended. If he hadn't caught Lo'ak in time, he knew that he would've skipped the meeting. Kiri was on the same boat.

"-Come on, take a knee, let's go."

"Kiri." Neytiri urged her to sit.

"What?" Kiri said with an attitude. She was still upset about what happened earlier with Ronal; Neytiri could tell that, and she objects to anyone treating her children in such a way.

"I need you kids on your best behavior." Jake looks around as he speaks. "I mean it."

"Learn fast, pull your weight, don't cause trouble, got it?" He added.

"Yes, sir." Lo'ak answered. Neteyam smiled and touched the back of his neck. Lo'ak hissed at him; he too was mad at the way Neteyam pulled him.

Neteyam mumbled a, "My bad."

"I want to go home."

All eyes turned to the little angel in the room, who was quiet until she cried aloud.

"Oh, Tuk..." Neytiri gave her a sympathetic look.

"Tuk, this is our home now." She continues whining as her dad stroked her hand in a comforting gesture.

"We're gonna get through this."

"We're gonna get through this if we have each other's backs, right?" Jake took a quick glance at Neytiri, as a form of asking for her help.

And that she did. "What does your father always say?"

The children nonchalantly uttered their family's slogan, specifically the brothers. You can tell by the way they respond when they say it for the first time that they've really been hearing and saying this their whole lives.

"That's right, Sully's stick together. This time with some feeling."

"-Sully's stick together." Kiri and Tuk joined as they said it altogether.

After the family meeting, the siblings gathered with Tsireya, her brother Aonung, and their friend Rotxo. The Metkayina trio had a head start. Soon Kiri and Tuk dived into the water, following Neteyam and Lo'ak, screaming as they jumped in.

Beneath the Metkayina clan reef is an underwater world absolutely teeming with life. The extraordinary scenery greeted them, with its colorful corals, plants, and diversity of sea species.

The calm and peace down here were incredible. Fishes quickly surrounded them, being friendly. Both above and below the waters, the oceanic wonderland delivers breathtaking experiences.

Tsireya smiles as she watches them, they did look like they were babies taking their first breath but freaking adorable. She was so excited to show them her amazing home environment.

While this is great and all, Neteyam was finding it difficult to stay under the water for too long; his swimming was becoming clumsy, and he needed air. Tuk and Lo'ak were experiencing the same issue.

The three of them went back to the water surface to breathe. Tsireya and the rest noticed that.

Lo'ak afterwards dipped his head back into the water. Tsireya signed to him, "Swim together with us."

Despite their confusion about her gesture, she encouraged them to continue moving forward.

Taking a deep breath, they dived back in, swam for a bit and then resurfaced once more.

"What's wrong with them?" Aonung signed. The stopping was getting on his nerves.

"They're bad divers." Rotxo replied.

"Stop. They're learning." Since they arrived, they have been continuously making fun of the guys, which annoyed Tsireya.

She ignored Aonung's shrugging and resurfaced also.

"Are you alright?"

"You're too fast, wait for us." Tuk voiced, rubbing her eye.

"Just breathe. Breathe." She advised.

"You are not good divers." Aonung popped up. " You may be good at swinging through trees, but-"

He was stopped mid-sentence by Tsireya's smack at the back of his head.

"Come on bro,"

"We don't speak this finger talk. We don't know what you're saying."

Obviously they can't keep up, they just got here. Plus they're confused by the sign language.

"I will teach you." Tsireya gave Neteyam a slight look for referring to it as such and told them, meanwhile Aonung stayed smirking to himself.

Her eyes did a thing that Lo'ak keeps catching, he was impressed by it. He wanted to tell her that.

"Where's Kiri?" Rotxo suddenly interrupted the short conversation.

"Kiri?" Tuk became alerted.

"Who?" Aonung genuinely asked. He then remembered there's another one.

"Kiri." Rotxo replied. "Where's Kiri?"

"Did you see her?" Tsireya frowned, feeling worry creeping inside her.

While they were worrying about losing track of her, Kiri was in her own world. They eventually located her after a brief search. Tsireya led them to a spot where she and her group of friends usually hang out.

They were having their conversation by the seawall terraces, where several people were fishing.

"It was the first time I got to hold a gun like that, kinda heavy.." Lo'ak was telling them the story of when they destroyed the Sky people's supply chain.

"He didn't even know how to use the gun though."

"I told you dad taught me!"

"So? Man we almost died."

"Neteyam got hurt trying to protect his ass as usual, he never listens. He's obsessed with danger." Kiri licked her tongue.

"So much for being the mighty warrior." Aonung laughed.

Tsireya smack him again. She enjoys doing that. "Cut it out, that was brave of him for trying to save his brother. I can only imagine how intense that must've been."

Aonung glared at her, "How are you warriors but almost got blown away by puny Sky people? I can easily take them on."

"Dude, those people have dangerous high-tech weapons like those guns and other stuffs that can easily kill you. You'd wet yourself." Neteyam shook his head at the guy's ignorance.

"Don't mind him, he's just being annoying." Tsireya giggled, agreeing with what Neteyam said about her brother peeing himself. She knows that he lives and breathes cockiness.

"Speaking of annoying, where's little miss demanding? I haven't seen her today. Is she dead?" Aonung turned to her.

"You won't call her that to her face. And she's probably sleeping, so let's not disturb her."

"I wasn't going to, I love my life."

"Who?" Kiri asked confusedly.

"Our beloved cousin," Tsireya smiles brightly. "I'll introduce her to you guys tomorrow."

"Is she pretty?" Tuk asked.

"She's absolutely gorgeous!"

"Meh, I'd say mediocre." Aonung murmured and shrugged.

"What was that? I'm telling her."

"It was nothing!" He cleared his throat. "Why you acting like I'm scared of her or something..?"

Tsireya ignored him. He is scared of her.

"Is she nice like you?"

"Of course. We're literally twins."

"Tuk you'll meet her tomorrow, relax with the questions." Lo'ak softly pinched her cheeks.

"It's fine." Tsireya played with the ends of her hair, secretly eyeing him with dreamy eyes.

"Anyways, back to me..."

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Neteyam was strolling through the village's nearby forest alone. He's actually exhausted, but he wanted to free his mind. Just a peaceful moment to himself. He had enough of Aonung boasting about his greatness. Not that he hated the guy; he honestly was at his wit's end. During their ongoing chit-chat about whatever topic, his head was somewhere in the clouds. He'd occasionally say something, and that was it.

The forest had what he sought: peace and quiet. And to his surprise, there weren't that many creatures in sight, the ones he saw were very small in sizes.

He's happy that his family is welcome to stay here. His brother even found a crush on the chief's daughter. This does causes déjà vu. Lo'ak is so much more like their father than he gives himself credit for. Who would have thought that the boy who avoided any girl that approached him would fall in love as soon as he landed here? He was interested in how things would unfold for them.

A new page in their lives' story. It is as scary and amazing as it sounds.

Neteyam's instincts started kicking in all of a sudden. He looked around his surroundings and sighed. It happened again. Him getting lost in his thoughts.

Now he's lost for real. He spent the entire time walking aimlessly and now has no idea where he is or the path to go back. And since he left his throat microphone in the suitcase, he can't communicate with his parents.

I'm fucked.

He stayed put against a tree, walking further didn't seem like a smart thing to do in this situation. Glowing species similar to Shimmyflys' emerged from the flower nectars, heading in the same direction. The waterfall. The burbling was audible to him.

"Mommy's so proud of you, Chichi, you ate everything~!"

His ears perked up.

Was that someone's voice?

Neteyam glanced over his shoulder carefully. First, he saw the waterfall in the background.

He gasped in astonishment at the clarity of the purplish-blue, magical waterfall. At its widest point, it was surging and plunging down the mountain, drizzling onto the rocks. When it toppled into the ecstasy pool, it foamed at the bottom. The rest of the pool was varnish clear, enabling him to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of plants and flowers waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like a sheet of colors blended as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped white lines.

Then, he saw her.

The source of the sound revealed herself. His mind went completely blank.

An Ilu swimming freely beside her as she dived into the water. He could only make out her side profile. And he was taken aback by her appearance.

Neteyam suspected that she might not be purely Metkayina. She does have their long wavy black hair, which is casually floating onto the water as she swims. But her complexion is unlike that of any Na'vi he knew of—fair with faded greenish blue stripes. Her body is curvaceous and beautifully toned, similar to that of a female Omaticaya.

However, he wouldn't really draw the conclusion that she was mixed with only them; there are numerous clans in Pandora, some of which could even be hidden. Still, it's possible that she is.

"The more you eat, Chichi, the more you'll grow. Snatch bigger fishes then come to me so I can pet you. M'kay?"

Her voice is warm, charming and sweet.

She was just there, not far, nor close to him, caressing the creature as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. The Ilu swung its tail eagerly in response to her touch.

Should he go ask her for help?...She's a stranger...He's a stranger...What if he scares her...

Neteyam was startled and felt his knees almost give out and nearly fall when she unexpectedly looked up and locked gaze with him. He reacted by retreating. Placing his palm on his chest, he felt his heartbeat pounding.

And the next thing happened in a flash. His breathing, movement, and thought processes came to a complete halt as the knife made contact with his skin, pressing against his throat.

His heart was racing. She's right in front of him, a respectable distance between them, with a glare that was piercing through his soul. Big, bright, kind, and bold describe her eyes.

They remind him of the sea.

"Who are you?"

He did not, and could not, look away from those ocean eyes.

On the other hand, her patience was wearing thin. His silence made her tighten her grip on the weapon, face telling him if he doesn't start talking he'd soon be united with Eywa.

Snapping out of his trance, he raised his hands in defense. "Easy there, easy."

"Who are you? And why were you spying on me, pervert?" She asked, calmly yet firmly.

"Wait what—I'm not a pervert! This is a misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to spy on you, I swear."

"You were looking. Don't think I couldn't see you."

"Just let me explain, yeah?"

She stayed silent, so Neteyam took it as a sign to explain himself.

"The thing is, I was taking a walk since the forest kinda reminds me of home, then I got lost and ended up here by accident."

"An Omaticaya Na'vi taking a walk in a forest far away from his homeland, silly him got lost, and he decided 'hey

why not hide behind a tree to watch someone who could've been naked in a waterfall'. Hmm, that's crazy, right?"

"Well when you put it like that..."

"Boy."

"Alright, alright, I was playing." He grinned, finding her frowning facial expression cute. But this is a serious matter. She's serious, rightfully so.

"My family and I are welcome to stay with the Metkayina clan, approved by leader Tonowari and his mate Ronal. I'm not a complete stranger."

So he's one of the new newcomers some of the villagers were gossiping about, she didn't pay close attention to them. She was rushing by.

"You were wandering around in a place you just came to and not even familiar with? How stupid is that."

"Curiosity did get the best of me. In all honesty, it was better than listening to Aonung brag about how superior he is and what not. I had to pass out on that and dipped." He purposely mentioned the chief's son, although what he was saying was all true.

"Good for you." She shrugged.

"Look, I'm sorry. Even though it was accidental, I did violate your privacy with my actions and gave myself a bad impression." Neteyam knew he had to hold himself accountable, what he did was in fact wrong and awfully misleading. She deserves a sincere apology. "I was debating whether or not I should approach you and ask for help, but I went about it the wrong way. I apologize for that. Really."

Her gaze softened. Now they were just staring at each other. He was anxious, waiting for her to say something.

She didn't respond, instead put the knife in the pouch around her waist, gave him another look, then turned to leave.

"Hold on, wait!" He called out to her.

Slowing down her steps, she tilted her head with arched brows.

"Do you mind helping me get back to the village?"

"Why should I?"

"Uh.." He trailed off, not knowing what to offer her.

How...cute.

"Let's just say you owe me a favor."

"What kinda favor?"

"That's for me to decide."

He said nothing else and followed her.

"And I mean it, you were staring..way too hard at that."

He mumbles under his breath, "Can you blame me..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

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Chapter 2

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 around 7:30 and I quickly jumped out of bed. I looked in the mirror, washed my face, put my hair in a ponytail, and got dressed as quickly as possible. I grabbed my broom and rushed down the stairs.

Dad was already downstairs, having a cup of tea with Sirius and Uncle Moody. Mrs. Weasley was up and she looked up when I entered. "Want anything to eat, Elizabeth?"

"No." I said quickly. "Dad, c'mon."

Dad sighed and got up, "Alright, let's go."

I left without saying anything to any of the other people in the kitchen. While I wasn't really angry at Dad, Sirius, or Uncle Moody for not letting me into the meetings. . . I was showing that I was angry. Maybe it would amount to something.

"Can I stay at Trang's for a week?" I asked as we walked down the hallway.

"A week?" Dad asked, his face stoic. "Why?"

"Well, it's not like I'm needed here or anything and I figured you wouldn't have to come back until next Sunday." I said. "Besides-"

"What about your birthday?" Dad asked. "You want Trang to be here for your birthday still, don't you?"

"I thought she wasn't allowed to come here." I said lightly.

Dad frowned at me. "Dumbledore would rather Trang come here for your birthday than all of us go somewhere."

Dad grabbed my arm and apparated to the garden in the back of our house. "Well." I said. "I wasn't going to have a lot of people celebrate anyways. Just me and Trang and you. Like we've always done it in the past."

"Sirius and Uncle Moody will want to celebrate as well." Dad said quietly.

I gritted my teeth, turning my head from Dad. "It's not like I'm going to spend the whole day with Trang, dad. Just the morning and afternoon-"

We cut off our conversation as we reached the front of the house. Trang was already waiting there, looking expectant, her broom across her shoulders.

Trang had gotten very beautiful over the past year. She had long, skinny legs and thin arms and shoulders. Her face was oval shaped and her large black eyes were framed behind glasses. Her black hair was died a green-gray near the tips now instead of gold. She was Vietnamese and her skin tone matched her eyes perfectly. It also helped that she'd grown over the summer.

"'Bout time Elizabeth." She said, grinning. I was on time.

"Let's go." I said.

"Hi Mr. Lupin." Trang said.

"Hello Trang." Dad said, doing his best to sound normal. "I hear Elizabeth wants to spend a week with you?"

Trang nodded. "I asked. Cause I know she's not really doing anything there and figured it would give us something like a normal summer."

Dad sighed, running his hand through his red-brown hair. Sometimes, I thought I looked more like him than either of my biological parents. "Fine. Elizabeth, you can stay. But I still haven't decided about your birthday."

"Thanks dad!" I chirped happily and kissed his cheek.

He glared at me. "Blackmail." he muttered under his breath and I grinned. He rolled his eyes and kissed me cheek and Disapparated.

"You guys fought again?" Trang asked the minute he was gone.

"I don't try to fight with him." I said grumpily as we made our way into the forest where we were going to fly. "But he's being stingy about things he literally never cared about before."

"Well, times have gotten dangerous, haven't they?" Trang asked seriously. "I mean you were tortured last year. And you have important visions. I mean Voldemort wants to get to you and your brother. I can understand your dad's point even if I don't like it."

I sighed. "I know and I'm not really mad at him. . . I'm just frustrated. I could've prevented Cedric's death, you know? I should've planned it better, that's all." I choked up and I swallowed hard and coughed and continued, "And then Harry's not allowed to know anything even though he escaped Voldemort. Everything's just fell upside down."

Trang put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Then, we both put our legs over our brooms and flew upwards. I left my worries on the ground.

Over the next week, Trang and I talked, flew our brooms, or read magical books. We even went on a trip to Diagon Alley. Unfortunately, Kingsley happened to be in Diagon Alley when we went into the bookstore and he approached Trang and I.

Trang seemed intimidated by Kingsley and he smiled gently at her, relieving her a great deal. Then he turned to me and said, "Does Remus know you're here?"

I scowled. "I've never had to ask him for permission to come here before, why should I start now? It's not like Voldemort's going to miraculously show up."

Kingsley sighed.

"Er- who are you?" Trang asked, still sounding nervous.

"Trang, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt. He's an Auror. He's going to be the Minister of Magic one day." I announced.

Kingsley rolled his eyes and shook hands with Trang. "So she says." he said with a wink and Trang grinned. Then Kingsley turned to me and said, "You know perfectly well your father wouldn't be happy knowing your here with no supervision. Voldemort is back, you ought to act like it."

I scowled again. "Fine, we were just leaving, alright?"

He accompanied us back to the Leaky Cauldron where Trang and I took the floo network back to Dad's house. "Let's go to your house." I said, wanting to get away from everything magical for some time.

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𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 of the week, a day before my birthday, Dad came to pick me up. He didn't say anything about my birthday or Diagon Alley so I supposed Kingsley hadn't told dad.

Dad said that Dumbledore was adamant about Trang coming to 12 Grimmauld place. I reluctantly agreed. I had really been hoping for the zoo.

Sadie had come back about four days ago and I took Harry's reply. Then, I'd sent Sadie off with Harry's birthday card saying I'd see him before August 12th along with a bar of chocolate and telling him he was going to regret it if he threw out Ron and Hermione's chocolate because his aunt was going to serve salad on the night of his birthday.

The following day was my birthday and I would've stayed in my room all day if it'd been up to me. As it was, early in the morning, around 8:30, I got a surprise visit from Severus. He shut the door tightly behind him and came over to me. I pressed my lips to his eagerly.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth." He mumbled against my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's been good so far." I whispered as he moved his mouth down my neck lightly. He chuckled, his breath tickling my neck.

"Has it now?" he was in a very good mood.

"Well I've only been awake for ten minutes." I gasped as he tightened his arm around my waist. "I suppose it could get worse-"

He pressed his lips to mine again and I melted into the kiss. A few minutes later, my stomach growled. He grinned, pulling away. "Hungry?"

"No." I said stubbornly, reaching up and putting my arms around his neck and pulled him back in.

"No complaints here." he muttered.

There was a knock at the door and we jerked apart. I stared grumpily at the door, sliding out of bed to go near it. Snape laughed lightly, ruffling my hair, and I called out, "Who is it?"

"I'm going to get Trang. Elizabeth, wake up!" Dad shouted through the door.

"I'll work on it!" I shouted back, my heart beating double time cause if dad came in here, he'd see Severus, "I'll be up by the time you get back."

I heard dad's footsteps fade and I turned to see Severus laying on my bed, staring up at the canopy. His traveling cloak was over a chair. His long black hair that framed his face was spread out on the pillow. I grinned, walking back over to the bed.

"I suppose you had a late night?" I asked, climbing onto the bed next to him.

"A little bit." He said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I want you to work on Occlumency this year with me." I said, taking his hand in mine.

He frowned up at me, "You've already mastered it with. . ." he drifted off, anger coming over his face. He couldn't say Crouch Jr. without breaking something. He inhaled sharply through his nose now, scowling.

I shook my head, "Not really. If I had mastered it, he never would've been able to get into my mind in the first place."

"Elizabeth. . . I don't know." He said hesitantly.

"Look." I said, a bit impatiently but trying to not to get angry, "He's after me, you know that, you're with him. And if he gets a hold of me-"

"Which he won't." Severus growled.

"-then I need to be able to keep him out of my mind, no matter what." I finished, ignoring him.

"He's not going to get anywhere near you." Severus glared at me.

"You don't know that." I whispered, "And even I don't know that because I can't see anything about myself as you fully well know. There are no guarantees." I put a hand on his face, "Please?"

He groaned, pulling on top of him and hugging me, "You make it so hard to say no to you, you know that right?"

I grinned, kissing his cheek. "It's a good quality to have, persuasion."

He rolled on top of me and pressed his lips to mine. "Fine." he said. "I'll teach you properly."

I let out a giggle and he blushed and muttered, "You and your mind."

Then he sat back off me and reached into his pocket and said, "I got you something by the way." He glanced at my face and then laughed. "You look shocked."

"I didn't expect it." I said honestly.

He pulled out a small box. I kept my expression controlled. "I know that you don't have pierced ears so I got these for you." He said, opening the box. Inside were clip-on earrings with paste sapphires.

"Oh!" I breathed. "They're so pretty!" I got up off the bed and went over to the mirror and carefully put them on. "And they match the necklace dad gave me for Christmas some time back!" I said happily. Privately, I thought they sort've look like Firenze's eyes. Grandfather had given me earrings that looked similar to this last birthday, before he passed away, but they were the kind meant for pierced ears so I never wore them.

I turned around as he approached and he lifted my chin with a finger and said, "They look lovely on you." He leaned in to kiss me.

Then the door banged open, he dropped his hand, and I spun around. Trang had rushed into the room, looking amazed at everything.

"Elizabeth!" She squealed, throwing her arms around me and I hugged her back, smiling.

"Hey Trang."

"Who's this?" She asked, looking from me to Severus.

"This is Professor Snape." I said motioning to Severus. "Professor, this is my friend Trang."

"Hi." she said and Snape nodded at her with a strained smile.

"I should go down and give my report." he said in a more professional, curt manner to me.

"Of course." I said in the same tone and his lips twitched. He quickly picked up his traveling cloak and went out the door.

Trang goggled after him as he left and turned to me and hissed, "That's one of your Professors?"

"He's hot, ain't he?" I asked.

Trang erupted into nervous giggles, "If you say so." Then she sighed, looking around, "This place is. . . well creepy is a word for it."

"It used to belong to Dark wizards and witches." I said with a shrug. "We've been cleaning it out to make it livable. It's been abandoned for nearly 14 or 15 years."

"Yeesh." Trang said and then she handed me a bag. "This is for your birthday."

I grinned and brought it over to my bed. "You're wearing earrings." Trang said in surprise. "And where are your glasses?"

I pointed to my bedside table while I dumped out the books she'd brought. "Professor Snape gave me the earrings, but keep it on the down low okay? Dad'll be mad if he finds out and I don't want to fight with him again."

"He doesn't know that you two are together?" Trang sounded absolutely astounded.

I shook my head and glanced over at the closed door. "He knows I had a vision that we got married, but he doesn't like it. Professor Snape and him were enemies at school. Another reason is simply because they went to school together- he's dad's age."

"Oh wow." Trang whispered, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Doesn't the age difference feel weird to you?"

I didn't answer as I checked out the book titles: The Golden Compass, Wicked, Independence Day, and Old Yeller. "Not really." I finally answered. "To be completely honest, I don't really think about it. He makes me. . . he makes me happy Trang. And I don't feel happy often, which is a horrible thing to say, but I lost Cedric, you know? And I'm trying to keep a happy face despite everything. It tortures dad to see me upset so I hide it. And when I'm with you and him, I feel happy. I can forget about all the horrible things happening in the other world for some time. And there are times, that I can feel like that here. But when I'm cleaning the damn house- I hate cleaning in the first place- all I can think about is Cedric and Voldemort and how my brother's in danger and I can't even say he's my brother yet for some reason. It's stressful, ya know? But I can't complain I guess. Voldemort wants Harry before me. And I guess I'm lucky in a way. Voldemort doesn't want to kill me."

Trang looked at me with wide eyes and then looked thoughtfully around the room. "You know. . . I always thought the magical world was a happy place. I guess because Muggles, we think that's how it should be. Rainbows and butterflies and zero problems. But it's really just like the Muggle world, isn't it? Just, really, really, more dangerous."

"Trang." I blurted out, turning to her very seriously. "I need you to do something."

"Okay?" she asked hesitantly, pushing her glasses up on her nose again.

"When you go to America this year, don't come back." I said firmly. "Just stay there for the summer and the next couple of years until we sort this out. Don't send letters or owls. The next time you get a letter from me will be telling you that it's safe to come back to Britain."

"Elizabeth! I don't think-" Trang started, flustered.

"Trang listen to me." I said, taking her hands and making her sit on the bed. "You are the only friend who's stuck by me through everything since we were practically born. I have trusted you with every secret I have and you have done the same. Voldemort does not care about your life, all he cares about is getting to me. If he were to get ahold of you, I would come running immediately. It will only be a matter of time before a Death Eater finds out about you and starts looking. They can't touch in America- I hope. So please, when you leave Europe in a few weeks, stay there. Make excuses. A job, a boy, an internship, anything. You can not come back."

Trang looked at me steadily and then she nodded, "Of course." she said strongly. "Of course I'll stay in America."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"What about. . . what about my parents?" Trang asked hesitantly.

I hesitated. "I don't think Voldemort will care. I think dad can keep an eye on them from time to time."

Trang swallowed hard, looked around and then muttered, "Mum and dad are leaving on vacation tomorrow. I'm going to search the house."

"Why?" I asked, frowning.

"Well. . ." she hesitated, "They've been acting funny. . . secretive almost. Whispered conversations behind closed doors. They seem to think we're in danger and with Voldemort rising and stuff. . . I almost wonder if they know. . ."

"But they can't?" I said, frowning. "They aren't a witch or wizard so unless you told them. . ."

Trang shook her head. "I haven't said a word to them of course."

We sat there puzzled and then Tonks stuck her head into my room. "Come on down girls! Happy Birthday Elizabeth!"

"Thanks Tonks." I said. "Come on Trang." I said and got up. I brushed my hair in front of my shoulders, covering my ears and stuck my glasses on and we went downstairs.

Severus had already left, judging by his absence. There was a stack of presents that I glared at as I entered the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth!" Sirius said, grinning at me and winking at Trang.

"Thanks." I muttered, sitting down at the table.

Fred and George apparated next to me, scaring Trang horribly, and she jumped in her seat.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth! Hi Trang!" Fred announced, "How's Oliver?"

Trang blushed red and I looked at her incredulously. "Oliver Wood?" I hissed at her. She blushed darker under her dark pigment. I looked up at Fred. He winked at me.

"Nice earrings Elizabeth!" Tonks said cheerfully from across the room and I looked at her startled, my hand reaching up to touch my ear. "Where'd you get them?"

I blushed pink and opened my mouth and Trang said, "Oh, I gave them to her for her birthday."

"That's nice." Dad said coldly. I think he suspected Severus had given them to me.

Uncle Moody stomped into the kitchen at that moment. He glanced at Trang and nodded at her and then sat down in a chair. Breakfast was finished and Mrs. Weasley handed out sausages and bacon and eggs and toast and various other foods. I noticed an extra plate with crumpets on it and noticed that they were cooked differently. Dad had made them.

"Thanks Dad." I said, giving him a smile and pulling the crumpets over.

"No problem sweetheart." He said, much softer than he had earlier.

They all pressed me to open presents and I found that I had many books. I noticed Fred had refrained from giving me a charm this year. I wondered if he thought giving me one would bring back horrible memories. I wondered if he was right.

I had various books, both muggle and magical, along with lots of candy.

Trang, Hermione, Ginny, and I went up into my room to spend most of the day in there before dinner. We played card games and they looked at my artwork and we gossiped about both the Muggle and magical world. Then, we went down to dinner.

Halfway through dinner, I froze, a scene coming into my mind and my sight left the kitchen and was transported so that I was with Harry. Not really, of course, but it was what I was seeing. There were two dementors at the end of an alleyway and even though I wasn't actually there, I felt very cold. "DUDLEY!" Harry was screaming. I noticed a large shape, my cousin Dudley, running towards the dementors. Stupid! I thought in my head. But where was Mundungus? He was supposed to be on guard duty for Harry tonight, I knew that much. Harry pulled out his wand and I wanted to tell him not to- that he wasn't supposed to use magic.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" I woke with a start. Dad, Sirius, and Uncle Moody were all kneeling down next to me. Trang stood by Sirius' shoulder. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Bill, Tonks, and Mrs. Weasley were nearby.

"What'd you see Elizabeth?" Uncle Moody growled.

"Harry." I said, sitting up. "Mundungus left, Harry's going to use magic."

"Oh that damn fool!" Mrs. Weasley sputtered.

At that moment, Mr. Weasley came rushing into the kitchen, not even seeming to notice me he said, "They're going after Harry's wand! He apparently just used the Patronus Charm. Mundungus-"

Dumbledore came in the kitchen now and spotted me on the floor, "What did he do?" He asked with blazing eyes, helping me to my feet. Mundungus Fletcher was behind him.

"Patronus Charm. There were two dementors." I said, standing up.

"Right." Dumbledore said furiously. "I'm off to the Ministry. Mundungus, you stay here."

Mr. Weasley was writing a note furiously with his quill. Mr. Weasley sent his note off with an owl. Sirius grabbed the quill from him.

"Elizabeth, where are you going?" Dad asked as I started down the hall.

"Upstairs, I'll be right back, okay?" I said, dashing up the stairs, trying not to make to much noise.

I rushed over the desk and got out parchment and ink and a quill.

Harry, First off, well done with your Patronus Charm. Splendid really. You did well against the two dementors. I know you're going to be very frustrated with everyone right now for not giving you any information so I'm here to give it to you. Dumbledore's at the ministry right now, trying to sort things out. I'm foreseeing that they will undo their proclamation to expel you and snap your wand. They will still give you a trial however. Next, don't leave the house. I know Mr. Weasley and Sirius are both already telling you this but it really is of the utmost importance you don't leave, okay? I know that sucks and I'm right there with you. I wish I could've told you about M and Mrs. F but I didn't want their names out there if the owl was intercepted. But it's probably alright now. I will see you soon. Hopefully dad lets me come when we come to pick you up. I think he will. I don't see the exact date but it's within a few days- I know that much. Just be a little patient. I love you. Love, Elizabeth

Sadie was sleeping in her cage with the door open and I knocked on the bars softly. "Hey." I said as she hooted and flapped her wings, "Can you take this to Harry please? It's very important." She stuck out her leg dutifully and I tied it quickly and tightly. "Thanks Sadie." I said, kissing the top of her head and bringing her to the window. She flew off and I felt a lighter feeling on my shoulders.

I went back downstairs where the others were conversing with Mundungus. Mrs. Weasley was furious, of course.

On the side, Mundungus slipped me three Mandrake leaves. I slipped 12 galleons into his hands. A lot for three small leaves, but I was desperate. I pocketed them quickly before anyone noticed the interaction.

"Everyone to bed!" Mrs. Weasley said in a foul mood. Kingsley had showed up at some point and handed me a wrapped gift and whispered "Happy Birthday," in my ear. I thanked him.

"Dad," I whispered, pulling him aside. Ginny had taken a majority of my presents up with her to my bedroom. The rest were in my arms. "Are you taking Trang home tonight?"

He nodded, looking tense. "We'll get all this settled. I'll get her home safely too."

"Great." I said and kissed his cheek. I hugged Trang good-bye. "Sorry this wasn't the best birthday I've had." I admitted. "But I'm still glad you were here."

"The cake was good." Trang said, smiling mischievously. "That's the only reason I came anyways."

We laughed and then Trang hugged me again. "I probably won't see you again, but try to come this last weekend, okay?"

"She'll be there." Dad confirmed. "But it will be her last weekend."

I nodded and said, "I'll see you Saturday, okay?"

She nodded and her and dad left. I trooped up the stairs and dumped the rest of the stuff in my room. Hedwig swooped into my room, carrying four letters, dropping one on my lap and then flying through my open door with the other ones.

I opened it up.

Elizabeth, Thanks for the information. You're really the only one who tells me anything. I know you said you don't know the exact date that I'm getting out of here but considering my problems seem a bit worse, I'd really like if you could get as close as possible. I've sent letters to Ron, Hermione, and Sirius too but Hedwig's to peck them to death until I get adequate answers from them. But I don't think you need motivation so you'll be peck free. Thanks, Harry

I smiled and quickly got out another piece of parchment and wrote:

Harry, Thank you for sparing me from the punishment of being pecked to death by Hedwig. No, I don't know the exact date. However, I would reckon you won't be there for more than 4 or 5 days more. Dumbledore will want you here before the trial. I think Mr. Weasley will take you. You should get another letter from the Ministry soon. . . I think it's been 22 minutes already. I'm not sure how close the houses are or how fast Sadie and Hedwig fly. If it puts your mind at ease, I can foresee bits of the trial and I'm 80% sure you'll get off with zero punishment whatsoever. Dumbledore's furious with M of course. Of course, not as angry as he was in Crouch Jr.'s office last year, but extremely angry. Eyes were supposed to be on you at all times. Stupid really, I know you can take care of yourself. The only thing though was mostly to keep you from doing magic. Moot point now. I'll see you soon, Elizabeth

Sadie had just come back through the window with no letter, looking annoyed. I guess Hedwig had taken her letter from her.

"Can you go back out one more time?" I asked and even though I was trying to stay calm, my voice shook. Sadie hooted and nibbled my ear, trying to comfort me, and flew back out with the second letter.

I paced back and forth until the time started to get late and then climbed into bed. I wished briefly Severus was here and then rolled over and fell fast asleep.

⬅️➡️

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

Confusion

Every city, no matter how brightly blinding the lights of their nightlife, has a few pockets of darkness. Nimbasa was no different, and in a few short months, V had become an expert at finding them, too. This new one, just behind the Battle Institute, was slowly becoming a favorite of hers. Nobody checked the place past closing time at 8, and the boss always seemed to toss out whatever donuts were brought to the day's meeting still in the box.

Still, even a pretty secluded place like this required a little discretion. V disguised herself as she slept--nothing complex. Just a stray bag nobody would miss, a pile of snow in the cold. Nothing anybody would notice, except for maybe a drunk passerby kicking at things for the fun of it. A few drunk passers by with notably... medieval outfits.

"Nngh!"

The foxchild yelped out, illusion breaking with the pain. Her eyes blearily blinked open.

"Whoa, man, hold up, did that bag just make a noise? Do you think there was a Pokémon we could ste--uhh, liberate in there?"

"No waaay, that's not a bag. You seriously that drunk, man? Look, that's an... uh... what the hell are you, kid?"

V said nothing, holding as still as possible. Wrapping Wolfy tight in her arms so he wouldn't lash out. Maybe if she played dead...?

"Hey. Hey, kid. C'mon, what are you, wearing some sorta costume? Sleeping in the streets? The hell's your parents? Giving me a headache even thinkin' about it."

The other man... no, teen...? clicked his tongue, leaning over the curled-up child to get a better look at them before grabbing them by their tail. She thrashes violently, swiping the teenager with a single claw before she's dropped back to the concrete ground again with a thump. The pain rings through her body and mind, Wolfy wriggling free to give the grunts a piece of his own mind.

"Oww, fuck. Stupid thing clawed me. I told you, man, it's not a costume!"

"Then what is it?"

"I dunno, bro! But our supervisor would probably wanna see this shit, yeah? Hey, heyhey, nice foxie..."

The little Zorua can barely do more than scratch at the grunts, but it's enough to make one of them send out his Sandile, who bites hard onto Wolfgang and doesn't let go.

"Oh, nice one, Sandy."

"Dude, you gave it a name? You're gonna have to release it later."

"Yeah, but for now, this is Sandy. Shut the hell up. Anyways, KID. We got your weird Zorua. ...Looks pretty sick or something, actually. Why's this little bitch so pale. 'f you come with us, maybe you can have 'im back. Or something. No promises."

V looks from Wolfgang to the strange young men and back, still barely awake. Her brother doesn't say a thing, only glance with pained eyes. Up to her.

The facts are as follow: She's tired. She's hungry. She hates people. She especially hates these people. They smell like cheap fast food (good) and alcohol (questionable). That Sandile isn't letting go any time soon, even with her most pleading attempt at Fake Tears. These men aren't going anywhere, either.

She stands up, slowly, and takes a step forwards.

[salfishersimp2]

i need some help

I find it hard to make friends, since I was in like first grade, and I was lucky enough to make friends with this awesome person I met online a few years ago, but I keep fucking up

things went a bit downhill a few months ago, turns out my real life "friends" didn't care about me as much as six years ago anymore, and I honestly don't know how much I cared about them by this point, but it ended up afecting the only actual friend I seem to have left. I kept making up excuses to go do something else when I talked to my online friend, like my battery was running low or my parents needed me for something. The thing is, I love talking to her, and I felt like the most horrible piece of shit everytime I lied, but then I wouldn't text back for days, until one day I just straight up told her I needed a break from talking to people for a while, from the whole app we often talk through, and that maybe I'd be gone for a few weeks or months, its been like 3 or 4 months since that. She didn't see that text until later on the day, I asked her not to hate me along the earlier text but I didn't even see what she told me after. She texted me again a few times a little while ago, I don't know what she said.

I think about it everyday but I can't bring myself to text her back, I tell myself: "c'mon you gotta talk to her, I miss her, I want to have our old 3am talks again" but then I just find it so stupidly hard to even write a hi, or open the chat to see what she said. Hell I've cried more times than I can count by now every time I think about how much I miss talking to her. I can't help but feel like i'm sabotaging my own friendship again, I've done it before, I think, I pushed too many people away before and now I lost contact and I don't even now why, I loved every friend I ever had and now they're worse than strangers, I don't want it to happen again, I can't loose the only friend i've had in 3 years. And I'm so worried, I want to know if she's okay, how her family is, how her cats have been doing, but i'm a lying piece of shit who can't even write a few words after she told me I'm her bestfriend, it sounds stupid, but i need to fix this and I know exactly how and I can't do it

If you read so far please help me, I'm desperate

[plaindangan]

It’s Father’s Day so let’s give some love for Papa Naegi.

He’s got that dorky yet awkward dad vibe that lots of people love. He can be a little dense like his kids as well.

Sometimes when Hiroko and friends visits she’ll say something flirty to both parents but most innuendos just go over their head.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Sometimes it paid being friends with such an innocent couple. It made for girls night out with Chihaya and Hana (Mama Hanamura) be something quite interesting. All five were in the Naegi household to themselves, talking and having a blast when Hiroko decided to get the show on the road!

"Say, you guys said you were having trouble sleeping right? Been up to a lotta rough nights recently?" Both Hana and Chihaya easily caught on and giggled...but the couple just looked quite blankfaced from it.

"Well, yes? Our mattress is pretty hard these days..." said Maruki Naegi, though looked confused when the trio of women just giggled.

"Oh, yes, that would be very hard on you two...sure nothing else is hard as well?" Chihaya said, getting in on the joke. Promptly Kotone shook her head.

"No? It's pretty much just our bad mattress..." She said, before Hana spoke up with a smirk.

"Ah' get it, ah' get it! Bad beds aren't jus' th' worst! Leave ya to wake up all sweaty and tired and breathless...but ya sure there's nothin' else causin' that."

Both Naegis stopped to seriously consider an alternative, before turning towards the MILFy trio and shaking their heads.

"Not really..."

"Yeah, no other way." But now all three were cracking up and dying on the inside. Goddddd, why were these two so precious!!! Hard to believe they had two kids compared to just the one they ha-

"Oh wait!! Maru! There actually could be another reason! Since the kids are home so often now, we've been taking a lot longer to get to our 'sexy times' lately, haven't we?"

"Oh!!!! You're right! That actually could be it! Gosh, yeah, that could be it. They're up so late these nights you'd think we'd never be able to have our moment! Especially with the new positions a certain someone wanted to try recently~"

"Oh, c'mon, you know you'd loved holding me in those big strong arms of your and having full control over shoving it in my pussy or ass~"

"Hahahaha!~ Tell that to my arms! Honestly, I actually kinda liked testing out that new BDSM gear we got you! Being blindfolded was rather fun...and you're very good with a whip my little dominatrix~" He complimented kissing Kotone on her neck and getting her to giggle, kissing him back on his lips.

"Oh stop, you flatterer you!....But, I'd be down to do a repeat on that tight ass of yours later~" she said, voice low and seductive, earning a very turned on blush and noticeable bulge in Maruki's pants.

"Oh, I wouldn't miss that for the world...oh, but one question." Slowly, both Naegis turned to look at their audience. Hana was panting heavily and noticeably was touching her boobs before trying to pretend like she wasn't. Chihaya's glasses were fogged up and she was trembling heavily. As for Hiroko, she was smirking and giving a thumbs up towards the duo.

"Do you mind if we have an audience, my dear?" he asked and Kotone nodded with lust

"I wouldn't care even if the entire world was watching, my love~"

Hm, guess these two weren't THAT innocent after all~

[plow-and-propose]

a big aspect of the Chrestomaci series is adults failing to protect (and even actively endangering) children

this isn't weird. it's a big part of children's adventure as a whole. if the main characters were properly looked after all the time, we wouldn't have a story. I am a big proponent of terrible things happening to children in children's fiction, and Diana Wynne Jones did a very good job of conveying how frustrating and frightening it is to be a child without any real agency. I thoroughly enjoy her writing and she's a big inspiration for me.

but I do feel that at times, in Charmed Life and Christopher Chant especially, it sorta feels like narrative is actively placing blame on the children?

Cat Chant essentially gets adopted without his consent and brought to a household he doesn't know, in a place he doesn't know, by people he doesn't know, all while his sister continues to use and manipulate him. he's even physically punished for not stopping his sister when like. she could have killed him. technically she already had. more than once.

Nobody is honest with Cat until the last quarter of the story, and yet I felt the ending chapter just sort of said "silly boy! none of this would have happened if you'd just put your faith in these strangers!"

I didn't feel like there was any acknowledgment that maybe Chrestomaci could have tried harder to connect with him, which becomes particularly jarring now that I'm reading Charmed Life.

Christopher, objectively, does bad things and treats other people terribly, and he deserves to face consequences for it. but he's also a child who's been ripped away from his happy life on the whims of adults who do not know him, multiple times, and at no point so much as acknowledge that he's suffering. of course he's a massive asshole!

I felt similarly about some of Witch Week. most of the characters in that book are horrible people. most of them are also abused, frightened children. yet there's a scene where Chrestomaci essentially tells the pov character "you've been bad. do better" and I'm like bruh he witnessed a woman being hunted for sport when he was eight. the world he grew up in actively makes people worse like c'mon

maybe it's just because our understanding of parenting and childhood and psychology has changed since these books were written. maybe it's just because I'm misinterpreting the texts. but either way, I'm finding these stories frustrating at times in a way I'm not sure I'm supposed to.

I'm in the last quarter of Christopher Chant so I'll see how I feel at the end.

EDIT: ok i think Christopher Chant handled it much better! I'm not a massive fan of how everything wrapped up in the end, I feel like several significant issues were sorta waved away... but I'm also not the intended audience by any means. if I was a kid maybe i wouldn't have noticed ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

in any case i really enjoyed this book!