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hanatiny · 3 years

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[4:04] Heart Not Found

a/n // disclaimer: I’d like to make it clear that I neither condone nor endorse any of the behavior described in this fic. Each of the characters acknowledges that it is beyond unacceptable and unjustified; this is merely meant to be an experimental look at the psychological processes within a yandere’s mind. Furthermore, this work is purely fictional and I do not claim to personally know exactly how any of the ateez members behave.

a/n: If there’s anything potentially triggering that I have forgotten to list in the warnings, please let me know and I’ll fix my mistake asap!! thank you <3

pairing: yandere!San x genderneutral!reader x pianist!boyfriend!Hongjoong

genre: angst

word count: 2602

warnings: non-idol AU, murder, descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood and death, mentions of knives, San is highly obsessive in this, he threatens the reader but doesn’t actually hurt them, kidnapping, trespassing, swearing, I did my best to keep the violence as vague as possible

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It was around 3am and you had yet to return home, and to say San was unnerved about this fact would be a massive understatement.

It wasn’t unusual for you to get home when it was already dark outside but it was never after midnight, much less in the early morning hours it was approaching now.

San tapped his fingers against the glass of his window anxiously as he watched the streets below attentively. You had turned off your phone a while ago, or at least that was the conclusion he drew after he stopped getting a signal from the tracker he had secretly managed to install on your phone.

3:12... why weren't you home yet?

His jaw went tense when he finally caught sight of you a few excruciatingly long minutes later, and he absolutely fumed as he saw you holding hands with another man he had never seen before in his life- he paused.

He did recognize the man, as none other than the pianist Kim Hongjoong who had been gaining quite a bit of popularity in the recent months. Kim Hongjoong, who he had gone to high school with until the older dropped out to focus on his career instead.

San didn't care much for that though, because a pretty face and a talent like Hongjoong's didn't mean he could love and care for you like you deserved it.

San believed that only he could give you everything you needed and wanted, and everything beyond that. Which was exactly why he was seeing red, punching the wall next to himself angrily. It caused his knuckles to bleed from the force behind the action, but the rage he felt overshadowed his pain.

Why didn’t you realize you were destined to be his and his alone? That you shouldn’t go whoring yourself out to other men? That only he should be the one to hold you in his arms, the one to protect you from everyone and everything.

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t feel his attraction to you, why you insisted on turning a blind eye to him and found him “weird.” That’s what he assumed to be the case, at the very least.

San loved you, why was that so damn difficult for you to understand?

His narrowed eyes flickered over to the knife resting on his bedside table, and he had it clutched tightly in his bleeding hand within the blink of an eye.

He darted down the stairs without a second thought, blinded by the rage he felt deep within himself.

Meanwhile, outside, you were hugging your boyfriend goodbye for the night. His dark eyes shone innocently as he kissed your nose affectionately, causing you to giggle while still having your hands intertwined.

“So I’ll pick you up at 10 tomorrow for brunch, yeah?”

“Sounds good, Hongjoongie~ I’ll see you then.” You playfully blew him a kiss before he turned and walked off into the night, rounding the corner shortly after.

It was San’s time to strike, using your distracted state of mind to creep up behind you and tightly wrap an arm around your torso while he held the knife to your throat in warning.

You didn’t recognize his voice at first when he whispered into your ear, your brain much too clouded from the feeling of fear filling you, “If you make any sound at all, I’ll personally slit your throat and cut your vocal cords. You don’t want to lose an angelic voice such as yours, do you~?”

Realizing your situation was hopeless due to the unexpected amount of strength the man holding you possessed, you stopped trying to kick him and wrestle yourself free. This was the only answer he needed, starting to take slow and deliberate steps backwards from your house over to his. His hold on you remained tight, borderline suffocating even, just in case you would dare to get bold and try something.

He had left his door slightly ajar, kicking it shut behind him once he had finally brought you inside of his living space.

You still found yourself unable to figure out the identity of the man who had burst into your comfort zone out of nowhere but you didn’t want to find out what he was capable of doing to you if you attempted to resist whatever he was in the process of doing and pinpoint who he was, considering the amount of ease with which he snuck up and took hold of you just a few minutes ago.

Casually dropping his knife onto a nearby cupboard, he led you down the hallway of his house to a spacious bedroom. It was then a figurative lightbulb went off in your head and the fog clouding your mind cleared, upon seeing certain pieces of furniture he had placed in the room.

You had been here before. You had been in this house before when he had just moved in and his furniture was all over the place, he was the ‘cute neighbor’ who had offered you some coffee and invited you over to ‘get to know each other a little.’ Now all you needed to do was remember his name- it clicked. You remembered.

His grip on you (probably purposely) loosening, you whirled around and took a few steps away from him. San didn’t seem all too fazed by it though, simply grinning knowingly at you and crossing his arms while you did your best to subtly gain proper awareness of your surroundings.

It seemed like he noticed, however, because that was when he finally spoke up again.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to recognize me, love. You know who I am, don’t you~?” His tone was so calm that it unsettled you to the point of having to avert your eyes, your head hanging low as you nodded hesitantly, hardly even noticing his use of the pet name.

“I knew it...~” San’s voice trailed off into a purr that you weren’t sure how to feel about, deciding that being wary was likely the smartest thing you could do in your current situation.

Too lost in thought, you didn’t realize he had stepped closer to you while you were internally debating with yourself, pleased that you seemed to remember what he said about speaking.

“Now, I have something to take care of for a little bit... I trust that you’ll be good and not leave this room.” Although a smile was painted on his features, it didn’t make his tone sound any less threatening. Not willing to find out what might happen if you didn’t react, you nodded once more.

“That’s my good dove~” All of it disgusted you - from the way he cooed at you, over the way his lips twitched upwards into a grin, to the way he looked at you like you were the only person in this twisted world.

You hated it and yet there you stood, in the middle of this sicko’s bedroom, frozen with uncertaintly and fear. You only scarcely resisted the urge to punch him in the face, watching closely as he left a few moments later and closed the door behind himself.

You heard him lock it as well, heaving a shaky sigh when you believed him to be out of earshot.

Your body shook with rage, how did he have the audacity to just kidnap you like that and walk away like he didn’t commit a goddamn felony? Your first instinct was to break something, and you figured that the window might be the first best thing - just in case it’d give you an opportunity to escape.

Looking around, you were quick to find a small hammer in a drawer. You swung it against the glass with every bit of force you could muster, only for the object in your hand to bounce back without leaving even so much as a crack. Dumbfounded by the fact that San had even reinforced his windows to keep you from leaving him, clearly having planned this for a while, you dropped the hammer next to you and sank to your knees.

You curled in on yourself, sobs wracking your body as you were forced to come to terms with the reality that you were trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped with your not-so-innocent-and-sweet neighbor.

Meanwhile, San’s steps were hurried as he sought out your boyfriend’s house, knife in hand while he occasionally glanced at his phone. It probably wasn’t very smart of Hongjoong to have his personal address publicized for fan mail purposes, considering how easily it could be exploited by people like San.

He should’ve been freezing out in the cold air at 3:35 in the very early morning, but the blood practically boiling in his veins kept him from being affected by it much. It was almost too easy for him to trespass onto the desired property when he finally reached it, breaking the lock on the door effortlessly with the blade of his knife.

Hongjoong had a habit of staying up as late as it was humanly possible, and it was rather common knowledge that he sometimes didn’t even sleep at all. As such, San was not the least bit surprised to faintly hear someone playing the piano when he stepped into the house as quietly as he could.

He followed the sound, eventually coming to a large room filled with a variety of instruments of different sizes. In the middle was, as San had to begrudgingly admit, a beautiful piano. Its seat was occupied by his very target, Hongjoong, who was aware of the younger man’s presence and let his fingers press against the black and white keys once more.

The sound the action produced was so disharmonious that it made San physically cringe as he stared the young pianist down, the latter of whom finally lifting his head with a deep, exasperated sigh.

“This is about y/n, isn’t it? I’ve noticed the way you look at-”

“You saw nothing! You know nothing! Do you have any fucking clue how painful it is to see the one you love with someone else, to not even have them spare you a single glance because of how little they care about you?” San was furious at this point, blinded by his rage, Hongjoong flinching and recoiling in his seat at the harsh tone employed by the other male as he continued, “I know you don’t. You were always the prodigy and excelled at what you did, got everything you wanted so easily... including the one thing I wanted too. I can’t live with that, and neither will you.”

“I-I didn’t- That’s not-” Hongjoong stammered, trying to defend himself before quickly realizing it was a futile endeavor when he saw San lunging at him with his knife clutched tightly in his hand. His reflexes were fast as he tried to reach for a nearby violin to whack the latter unconscious with but the crazed younger was, to his demise, much faster and pinned him to the surface of his piano while the keys beneath him produced another dissonant sound.

It didn’t exactly help that San was not only taller but also more muscular than Hongjoong, so the latter’s tries to wiggle and struggle free were for nothing. He groaned in pain as the wooden edges of his instrument forcefully dug into his skin; he clawed at it, but to no avail. He had no chance against San.

Despite knowing how hopeless it was for himself, Hongjoong refused to go down without a fight and proceeded kick and scream in San’s hold, “You’re making a huge m-mistake-”

His vision spun before going black, his pleas going silent while his body went limb. Everything stopped, except for San. He continued to stab and mutilate the older until he deemed it enough and was satisfied, stepping backwards after. He got what he came here for. Taking a quick picture with his phone to show to both you and the police what had taken place (although he’d come up with an alibi for the authorities, of course), he backtracked his steps and left the house as fast as his feet would take him.

Still under the safe and dark blanket of the night, he made his way back to his own house. Making sure to hide the bloody knife where no one would find it, he cleaned himself off briefly before he got an idea for how he could use the ‘souvenir’ he brought for you.

You jumped slightly in your spot on San’s bedroom, curled up and hiding your face behind your knees even now, when you heard him slam the front door shut which signalled you that he had returned from whatever he was out doing. You feared the worst as you listened carefully, presuming the noise he was making to be coming from his kitchen.

You looked up when the bedroom door clicked open and San entered, a smug and satisfied grin on his face as he moved to set a jar on the bedside table before crouching in front of you.

“I’m home, bunny. Did you miss me~?” His falsely innocent, sweet tone was still something you despised, although you felt genuine fear for what he could do to you simply by looking at the tiny smudge of blood lingering on his cheek, so you nodded obediently.

“Good. I just had to have a little chat with your pretty boy, and look what he gave me~!” San cheerfully nudged his head towards the bedside table, and the sight you were met with made you feel sick to your stomach.

What you assumed to be Hongjoong’s bloody heart. In a jar. You kept glancing back and forth between him and the object, gaping at him in both shock and disbelief of what he had done.

“What do you think of it, love? Pretty, isn’t it~? Go on, tell me.” He encouraged you softly, "You told him he had your heart right? Now you have his forever!” He chirped, and your voice was shaky as you spoke.

“Y-you monster!” You exclaimed, cursing yourself internally for your stuttering as you cursed at him, “You heartless bastard, you didn’t have to kill him!”

“I didn’t want to kill him,” he admitted softly, looking down as if he felt any sense of remorse for any of his actions within the last hour or so, “but he left me no choice. He refused to break up with you. He refused to let me love you without... all this.” He gestured vaguely, pulling out his phone to show you the photo he took, “He refused to let me have even one thing I wanted for myself, even though he always got whatever he wished for. Desperate times require desperate measures, I had no choice...”

San trailed off, your own face paling at the realization that Hongjoong had been murdered because of a petty rivalry of sorts from the past that San had yet to let go of.

Feeling lightheaded by the abundance of information swimming in your already aching head, you blacked out. When you came to your senses again, it appeared to be morning and San was making noise in another room.

Tears wet your face as you shakily reached for your phone, wishing you hadn’t because the very first notification you opened was a headline you had prayed wouldn’t be reality, accompanied by the very picture San had taken the previous night.

“Up and coming pianist Kim Hongjoong brutally murdered in his home last night; investigations still ongoing”

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avatarvader · 3 years

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A New Year’s Resolution

So this was made for the Romione Secret Santa Event in the HPRomione Discord (It’s a lot of fun and there are some great people in the server.). I was the secret santa for @be11atrixthestrange Hope you enjoy and happy holidays to all!

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Resolution

noun

A firm decision to do or not to do something.

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The night was waning upon the Burrow as snow trickled down upon its brightly lit windows. 2004 was coming to a close in about two hours. Ron was excited for the new year, another one in which he would get to spend with the most amazing and interesting person in the world to him. Ron felt his breast pocket for the box he had shrunk while Hermione was in the shower and grinned to himself.

He had it all planned out, when the clock would strike twelve everyone would cheer and Hermione would turn to give him a New Year’s kiss. He’d already be down on one knee, in one hand the ring he had purchased for her and roses in the other. He’d mastered the summon flowers charm when he learned that she’d gush over roses.

He had his speech already written down and he’d gone over it twelve times in the last week alone. Truthfully that’s why he worked at the Ministry so late recently. That and he was scared of blurting it out in the middle of dinner.

Thinking through everything and knowing it was finally happening tonight had made Ron parched. He made his way into the Burrow’s where he heard Angelina chatting with Ginny about their pregnancies while George was howling drunkenly about Verity to Harry.

“I can understand the need to make Christmas special,” George slurred “But Christmas is already a special time!”

“You don’t think that proposing on Christmas isn’t sweet?” Harry laughs, he too is on the tipsy side. “Better than what I did.” Harry lamented as he remembered his attempt to make his proposal to Ginny special. Harry had wanted to take her on a fly around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, before stopping on a cliffside overlooking the Black Lake. However, when he had gotten to The Burrow and saw her grinning face he panicked and proposed right there, in the Burrow’s kitchen…. as Molly was cooking. To say that his mother-in-law was enthused was an understatement.

“Well at least yours was memorable,” George nudged. “Verity won’t be able to remember whether it was Christmas or her proposal in a few years. Holiday proposals are stupid and overrated.” George declared.

Ron felt a sinking feeling in his stomach hearing his brother’s words. Of course, it was stupid. Why did I think this would be special? Ron picked up his drink and walked into the family room, his mood shot to hell.

Ron sat down on the love seat and stared at the fire that was roaring in the family hearth.

“Ronnie, you alright dear?” His mum asked with a smile. “You seem down.”

“I’m fine, mum.” Ron glanced away to see Hermione talking with Percy about a policy she was trying to pass. “Just- not feeling great is all.”

He felt his mum’s cool hand press on his forehead without warning. “Well, you don’t feel warm. Is it your stomach?”

It’s my heart, I really wanted to do this today.

“I’m sure it’s nothing Mum, how was Bermuda?” Ron replied, deftly wanting to change the subject.

“Oh it was lovely,” Molly gushed, “Your father and I had so much se-“

“Is that Charlie?” Ron cut in, blushing at what his mum was about to say. “I really don’t get to see him enough. Oi Charlie!” Ron got up and made his way over to Charlie and his lady friend he brought from Romania.

“5…4…3…2…1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” The Weasleys shouted as the clock chimed midnight, George and Angelina popped off some fireless fireworks in the house. They bounded from person to person pinging off of their noses before zooming away. Around them, couples turned into their respective partners and kissed in the New Year. Hermione turned to him and sank into his arms, her head pressing against his chest.

How perfect it would have been.

Hermione’s hands rested on Ron’s chest as she stood on her tiptoes to capture his lips with hers. Her hand pushes the small box in his breast pocket in his chest.

Oh fuck me, she’s going to find out!

“Ron, what’s that in your pocket?” She pressed his chest to feel the object again.

“N-Nothing.” Ron lied. Make this work in your favour, old boy.

“Did you forget to clean out your pockets?” Hermione scowled. “You KNOW they put cardboard in there so the shirt doesn’t wrinkle. I swear if our brand-new washing machine gets clogged up by cardboard you left in there, I’ll make sure you sleep on my side of the bed…” Ron cringed knowing her side was lumpy and stiffer than he cared for.

Execute this properly chap, timing is key.

“Hermione,” Ron sighed as she reached into his pocket and pulled out the deep blue box.

Ron watched Hermione’s eyes as she gazed at the box, he saw her eyes widen as she realized what it was.

Now old boy!! On your knee!

Ron sunk to his knee as he flicked his right hand to draw his wand from its holster. (Auror technique that makes for easy drawing.). He swooped it high over his head, never once letting his gaze be torn from Hermione’s eyes.

Rose petals appeared from nothingness and fell gently like snowflakes around them. The pair of them, despite being surrounded by the Weasley’s felt like they were alone in this one instance in time. All distractions unseen, all voices tuned out.

“R-Ron?” She gasped. “W-What are… What is this?”

“Hermione.” Ron’s heart was thumping in his chest. He held the box out for her to take from him. "Open it, love."

She opened the box and saw a beautiful, yet simple ring. It was the home to three (rather small) stones, Aquamarine and Sapphire on either side, with a slightly larger diamond in the middle. The band was silver, and woven in a lattice pattern. It was simple yet elegant.

“I-is that our birthstones?” Hermione said as she turned her attention back to Ron.

“I've wanted to ask you this to ask this for a long, long, time.” Ron swallowed thickly. “I love you. I love you so much a-and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” Hermione’s free hand covered her mouth to stop herself from blurting out her answer, he clearly planned this for her and she wanted to make sure he said what he wanted to.

“As daft as it may be to ask this question-” He took the box from her hand and took the ring out and held it just over her left ring finger. “-Hermione Granger. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes, of course, Ron. Of course!” She said, her eyes brimming with tears. Ron slid the ring onto her finger and she crashed into him, hugging him as tightly as she ever had before.

Ron stood up and leaned in to kiss her again, which she happily responded to.

Reality snapped back, all of the Weasley siblings were watching the newly engaged couple.

Bill and Fleur hugged each other and smiled knowingly, they had seen how tenderly and affectionately Ron cared for her during their stay at Shell Cottage during the war.

Charlie grinned at his little brother, he knew that Ron would eventually get the courage to ask her. Charlie had helped Ron move into their place together and when Ron took Charlie out for obligatory drinks afterward, Ron couldn’t stop talking about how amazing Hermione was.

Percy smiled at the couple, reminiscing at how he watched their friendship blossom, growing up and becoming friends together during their first three years of Hogwarts. Hermione would come to Percy in a huff to ‘Sort out that brother of yours! He doesn’t care about his studies!’ Percy would never say it to her face, but he always thought Ron was a calming force for Hermione.

George was crying. The combination of a generous amount of alcohol and seeing his brother proposing had sent him over the edge. He wasn’t crying because he thought Ron was making a bad decision, or that Hermione and he weren't compatible. He was crying because of the bet he lost all those years ago. Fred bet him during their 6th year that Ron and Hermione would get engaged at a family function and that Ron wouldn’t hesitate for even a moment. George thought that Ron would be a mumbling and stumbling mess. He owed Fred now and his twin wasn’t around to collect.

Ginny was surprised to find Ron on his knee, he was talking to Hermione in low tones, so only they could hear each other. It was quite clear what he was doing though. Ginny’s heart leaped as she saw her brother, her closest friend growing up, slide the ring on Ginny's best friend. She muttered a quick “It’s about time isn’t it?” To her husband jokingly when she realized. Harry was crying. She rubbed Harry’s back soothingly.

Harry took off his glasses as he watched his best best friend in the whole world propose to his other best friend who was like a sister to him. Harry knew they’d be happy together. Despite all their bickering and arguments at Hogwarts, it seemed that dating and living together seemed to ease the tension between them. Admittedly, there was PROBABLY another factor, but Harry didn’t want to think about their intimate life that deeply. It was bad enough walking in on them in the kitchen the one time. Harry knew they would make each other happy. That was all he wanted for them. His best friends, who gave him so much joy and happiness in his life when he needed it most. The pair that had almost acted as parents to him during school. They had a certain way with each other, their love for each other came naturally, all they had to do was get there. Harry only wanted the best for his closest friends, and the fact that they seemed to choose each other filled Harry’s heart with so much emotion.

Molly turned after kissing her husband to see Ron on his knee in front of Hermione a ring of rose petals shower down upon them and Ron slipped a ring on her finger.

“What just happened?!” She squeaked to her husband. “Oh, Merlin I missed it!!” She lamented as Hermione sank into her now Fiancé’s arms. The newly engaged couple kissed, both smiling into each other's lips. Ron pulled back and looked around the room and flushed red with embarrassment.

“So, erm…. Happy New Year?” He said sheepishly. Molly squealed with joy and rushed to wrap her youngest child in her arms. She kissed his forehead before she moved over to her future daughter in law.

Arthur smiled at his youngest boy as he was congratulated by his siblings. Ginny, Fleur and Molly were cooing over the beauty of the ring. Ron was being pounded on his back by Charlie, and George had slung his arm around Ron’s shoulders singing a hearty and happy song.

Arthur made his way into the crowd. “I believe an official 'welcome' to the family is in order, Hermione. We're so excited it's finally official.” Arthur opened his arms wide as she hugged him rather tightly.

“There’s no other family I’d want to join,” she said with a beaming smile as she pulled out of the hug. Hermione was soon distracted by Molly fretting over wedding plans so Arthur turned to his boy.

“Ronnie.” Ron looked up and saw his dad with slight tears in his eyes, “You’ve found your perfect person. I’m so happy for you, my boy.” Ron gave his dad a big hug and Arthur almost broke down then and there.

“What can I say, I know what a good match is after all.” Ron nudged his dad's side, “After all, I got to see how happy you and Mum were all this time. Gave me something to look forward to, y’know?” Arthur gave his son another hug.

The night progressed rather quickly after that. Soon enough it was two in the morning, and Ron and Hermione had flooed home. They were both dog tired after the events of the night and just wanted sleep. Ron had changed into his pajamas and laid on his side of the bed looking at the ceiling. He was remembering every little detail about his proposal, but he kept coming back to seeing Hermione’s eyes during his speech. They were the perfect shade of chocolate brown and he watched her eyes as they smiled at her new ring.

Hermione came in from the bathroom and sat down on her side of the bed. She snuggled up on Ron’s chest, her left hand resting on the other side of his torso. She looked at the ring again and her heart did flips at how perfect it was.

“So I have to ask,” She started, “How much of that went as planned?”

“Honestly? Pretty much exactly as I wanted it to.” She could hear the grin on his face without looking at him. “Didn’t expect you to find the ring, but after that, it went right as I wanted it to.”

“I'm so happy right now, Ron.” She sighed.

“Well good, It was my New Year’s resolution last year to make you happy and in typical Ron fashion I got it done… just a tad late is all.” Ron placed a hand against her back and she pressed against him closer.

“If that was last year’s then what is this year's?” She looked at him coyly.

“This year’s? Propose to you.” He laughed.

“Well, that job's done then, isn't it?!”

“Gotta be early for some things, right?” He ran his hands down her arms. “How about you? Any resolutions?”

“Marry the love of my life.” She kissed him deeply and tugged at his trousers. “And I fully intend to enjoy married life with him, as well.”

THE END

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writtenbyhappynerds · 4 years

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FF102: Unit 4, Writing Children

Hello! So, because we screwed the pooch and didn’t take into consideration how long it would take to write the Diversity chapter, we are giving you 2 chapters in 1 week. The second part of this week is writing kids, which came about after the many parent fics and Hogwarts/Percy Jackson fics that the Editor and I have read.

The biggest mistake you can do, the one that really shows your lack of experience as a writer is dumbing down children. Kids are just like any other adult OC. They need growth, motivation, strengths, and weaknesses. You lose power in writing kids when you infantilize them, and you need to understand the general age brackets of how kids operate. I myself struggle with this, but kids can hold a conversation just like an adult can. They can have meaningful and profound discussions. That’s how the saying, ‘out of the mouth of babes’ came around. Now, that doesn’t mean that the children are smarter than adults, but they can absolutely keep up. For example, I had a talk with my 7-year old cousin once. She asked me if I thought of myself as funny. I said yes, and she then asked if I had to work hard to be funny or if God made me naturally funny. It was a conversation I wasn’t prepared for, but I still had it with her all the same. Think back to when you were a kid. If you didn’t talk like or do the things you’re making your child OC do, then don’t make that OC do them!

What we usually see in child OCs is that they are cut back emotionally and mentally to the age of a common 3-year old. Pervocracy wrote a great memo on how to handle children while they worked as a childless nurse. I will summarize that memo and add my own notes as well. It will be cited below for your convenience.

From the time of birth to a year old, the child is a baby. They can crawl and walk, and may have a few words or be able to recognize people, may know parts of the body “Can you show me where your feet are?” but they are essentially small animals. You have to be gentle and affectionate, and don’t expect them to cooperate. Babies cry, but more often than not they cry as a means to communicate.

A child aged 1-2 years old is a bit more difficult. They have more mobility and have gained more of a voice. The “terrible twos” come in to play here and the child is able to walk and run around. Often children at this age are dependent on the response of their caregivers. If a child falls, they only will make a big deal out of said fall because their caregiver does. They cry because their caregiver has clued them in socially that they are hurt. That’s why you see a lot of moms tell their babies, “it’s okay!” or “you’re okay.” They have to reassure the child that they are in fact fine so the child does not react. Children at this age can speak, but it may still be simple sentences. They can’t get deep yet. They also will recognize strangers and want to avoid them.

A toddler/preschool child is around the age of 3-5 years old. They are more socialized, given this is the age where most children go to daycare, preschool, or kindergarten. They are potty trained by this age. Do not write a 3-5-year-old OC and have her still in diapers. That isn’t realistic. These kids are also fully mobile, and this is the age where you can start seeing the baby’s personality. Are they a hyper child? Do they like animals? If the child dances, most dancers start pre-ballet classes at this age. Do they want to go outside all the time or are they more comfortable spending time inside? Babytalk from the child, ie: mama, dada, I want, etc. Is not realistic. Again, the child may have simple sentences, but they’ve learned enough words at this point to not have to resort to speaking like that. These kids are easily distracted and likely have been weaned off naps. Parents can still babytalk these kids, a phrase here which means speak to them in that sweet little-kid voice, but the baby will not babytalk to their parents.

A small child is roughly the ages of 6-10. These kids in America are already in school. A 6-year old is the average age of first graders, and a 9/10-year-old is roughly a 3rd grader. They will not respond well to babytalk. These kids want to be treated like adults but may still have childlike tendencies (may still pout, whine, cry, etc.). They have been fully socialized by this point as they will have had years in daycare or school racked up at this point. They are outgoing and less afraid of strangers. Most prodigy children who play an instrument will have started their instrument around age 5 or 6 (source: was a prodigy child. Started violin at 6). They like to see cool or fun or gross facts and are eager to learn and joke around. At this age you’re still watching Spongebob unironically, so treat them as such.

A preteen is around the ages of 11-14. The child, if it’s a girl, may experience her first period, the child, if it’s a boy, will go through puberty. Girls may develop quicker, as many boys can recall a point in like 5th grade where all the girls were suddenly taller than them. These children are fussy and frustrated because they think they know more than they actually do, but are still treated for the most part like kids. They still need bedtimes and house rules and restrictions, but they don’t want them. A child will likely learn swearwords and start using them out of sight of their parents around the age of 12. This is also where a child’s cringe phase comes in because they will be going through middle school, which is the worst time in every kid’s life and a time that they all want to forget.

A teenager is around 15-18. These are young adults. They have freedoms, mainly the ability to drive a car, but their life experience is limited. Around this age is where a child would get a girlfriend or boyfriend. No sex at this age. Don’t do that to your OCs. In Harry Potter, we often see writers jumping the gun and having their OCs hook up with Draco Malfoy in the third year. That’s too early for a kid. That kid would still be a preteen, and their life experience is limited. They also would be incapable of giving consent for something like that. Wait until they are 15-18. In Harry Potter fanfic, that would be years 5-7. This age of OC will want some autonomy away from their parents. If they visit the doctor’s office they may want to go alone. If you offered them a sticker at the doctor’s office, they’d take it ironically. They may experience early stages of depression, anxiety, or stress that can be caused by their school or home life because they have more expectations placed on them. They may have hobbies or be involved in after-school activities. A 17-year-old or 18 year old will be thinking about college.

Notice the progression as the ages go up. A 5 or 6-year-old won’t have the pressures of a 17-year old, but they can still hold a conversation and do similar activities to the teenager. A 1-year old will speak in baby talk, but that window is very small and narrow, and in fanfiction we often see it carry on for much longer than it should. Babies grow faster than you think. They develop faster too, and you don’t want to limit your OC’s ability for growth because you’ve shoehorned them into one specific age. Child OCs deserve character growth just like adult OCs. The fun part about writing kid OCs is that the audience can see them grow into what would be already-developed personality traits and hobbies in an adult OC. The things that would get added to your internal character bio get to grow and blossom right in front of us. If you write a child OC, give them the chance to do that. Give them the chance to grow.

Finally, most Harry Potter or Percy Jackson fanfics start the OC off as a first-year, which luckily for us is the same age as a new camper at Camp Half-Blood. Both are 11 or 12. We had a note for young OCs in Fanfiction 101 Unit 3: Please Stop Using Emily Rudd. I will reiterate that point: these OCs are 11-12 at the start of the fanfic. You should not be describing how “strikingly beautiful” an 11 or 12-year-old is. On top of that, children don’t notice things like that. Save attraction for when they’re like 14. That’s when it’ll have a more meaningful impact.

Next week we’ll be getting more technical. The next unit is a topic the Editor and I have a lot of experience in, and hopefully, we’ll be able to bring in some outside perspectives.

Xoxo, Gossip Girl.

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Snapshots Of Her Life Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Jennie was 15 years old when everything changed...

Jennie rolled her eyes as she watched Lisa flirting with some sophomore football player. It was the end of the school day and she was leaning on her locker waiting for Lisa so they could go back to her place and binge watch the new season of Game of Thrones together like they always did. Lisa however seemed to be taking her time as she was leaning on her own locker, a few rows down from Jennie’s and she seemed to be in the middle of listening to a story the guy was telling her, as she kept nodding her head and laughing as he talked. They both seemed oblivious to the glares Jennie was sending them both, trying to ignore the pit of jealousy that stirred inside her when she saw Lisa laughing particularly hard at something the sophomore said.

Jennie knew that she should be used to this since her best friend had a reputation as a flirt.However, it seemed as though many more guys were attracted to her ever since she came to school last week with her newly dyed blonde hair. She had long ago come to terms with the fact that nothing would ever happen between them and that one-day Lisa would fall in love with some guy and she would always be stuck as the best friend and she was truly ok with that. After all, at least she still got to have her in her life. Or at least that’s what she told herself.

In that moment however, watching Lisa putting a hand on the Football player’s chest, the only thought running through her mind was that falling in love with your straight best friend sucked.

After realizing that Lisa still had her hand on the guy she turned around and slammed her locker door without thinking about it. The noise echoed around the emptying hallway and she internally cringed as she turned around and saw Lisa looking at her questioningly with a raised eyebrow. Jennie smiled back uncertainly and shrugged her shoulders at the taller girl’s silent question, resisting her urge to facepalm at her inability to think things through.

Her mini tantrum seemed to work though, as she watched Lisa saying goodbye to the now-disappointed football player before gathering her things from her locker and making her way over to Jennie’s. Linking her arm with the grumpy brunette, she pulled her along while she excitedly blurted out theories about who would win the iron throne. And, even though the brunette would deny it vehemently, she couldn’t help but beam at the blonde girl, her excitement infecting her as she forgot all about the football player.

That night, the two girls lied in Jennie’s bed, the only light coming from the tv which illuminated the room with a low glow. They had just finished the last episode and both were still trying to process it. The empty popcorn bowl laid forgotten on the floor, where it had fallen after Lisa had thrown it angrily as she watched her favorite character die on the screen. Jennie had laughed at the other girl’s anger, reminding her that it was just a tv show but had instantly regretted it when Lisa had thrown herself on top of her and tickled her sides mercilessly until she got a breathless Jennie to apologize. The blonde girl had simply smirked at her before laying her head on Jennie’s stomach, making herself comfortable with half her body still on top of Jennie. They had watched the last two episodes in that position and even after, while they talked about what theories had been correct and what parts had shocked them, Lisa made no move to get off of her.

By the time they both started yawning and Lisa finally moved in order to turn off the tv, Jennie was unsure about whether she was relieved or disappointed by the sudden distance. She didn’t have a lot of time to ponder on it though as the moment Lisa got back into bed, she simply got back into the same position with her arms hugging her around the midriff this time as she fell asleep. It wasn’t exactly abnormal behavior as Lisa had always been extremely affectionate and they had fallen asleep cuddling more times than Jennie could count through ought the years. Yet something about this time felt different somehow. Instead of overthinking as she tended to do, Jennie decided to simply enjoy the closeness with the girl she loved and drifted off as well.

The next day they quickly got ready for school and went down for breakfast. Jennie’s mother greeted them both with a kiss and her father waved at them from the kitchen counter where he was reading the morning news with a cup of coffee. She served them both pancakes, Jennie’s topped with strawberries and bananas and Lisa’s with whipped cream and blueberries just like they both liked them. Lisa spent so much time at Jennie’s house that her parents basically saw her as a second daughter. They had even given her a key to the house and told her she was welcome anytime after they discovered she had been climbing the tree outside Jennie’s window to get to her second story bedroom. They were worried that she would one day fall but Lisa still preferred climbing in through the window rather than using the front door. She claimed it was more fun that way.

After breakfast they hugged Jennie’s parents’ goodbye and hurried out the door, knowing they would have to hurry if they didn’t want to be late.

Later that day during lunch, Jennie watched once again as Lisa flirted with one of the basketball players this time. Jennie was glaring down at her lunch as Lisa listened intently as the basketball player told her about the winning point he had shot during their last game. They had been in the middle of deciding what movie they were going to watch later that afternoon at Lisa’s house after they did their homework when the Basketball Player had showed up out of nowhere and sat next to Lisa and started talking with her, ignoring Jennie completely.

Jennie sighted as she felt the now familiar feeling of jealously threatened to overwhelm her once again. She knew that her feeling like this every time she saw Lisa flirting with some guy was not healthy. She feared that if she wasn’t able to get rid of her feelings soon, she would do something she would regret. Something that would threaten her friendship with Lisa which was the single most important thing in her life. And she couldn’t risk that.

She had tried suppressing her feeling for so long, hiding them deep within her and yet nothing seemed to work. Jennie knew that spending all of her time with the other girl probably wasn’t helping her forget her feelings and so, as she watched Lisa laugh at something the Basketball player said, the perfect idea formed in her mind. She realized that she simply needed some space from Lisa so that her unwanted feelings would have some time to disappear. The problem would be getting said space as they were usually never far apart.

That day after school, as they walked back to Lisa’s house together, Jennie decided that her plan would start the very next day.

The next morning, she woke up early and made her way to school, arriving earlier than she ever had before. She grabbed her things from her locker and walked to her favorite spot beneath the bleachers, taking out a book to pass the time as she waited for school to start. A few chapters in, her phone started buzzing with messages and soon after, with missed phone calls, which she ignored knowing it was Lisa wondering why Jennie wasn’t at their usual meeting spot so they could walk to school together.

She waited until the last second before rushing of to her first period, arriving seconds before the bell rang. She ignored Lisa’s stare which only became more pointed after she walked past her usual seat next to her and sat at an empty chair on the other side of the room. All throughout the class she felt a familiar glare burning into the side of her face but she managed to look pointedly at the teacher for the whole hour. 5 minutes before the bell rang, she started gathering her things so that the minute class ended she was able to rush out of class, narrowly avoiding Lisa.

The next few classes, which they shared together, continued much of the same with Jennie sitting on the opposite side of the room as Lisa and rushing out of class before she could say anything. The only real difference was that as the day continued on, the glares burning holes in the back of her head became more and more heated.

During lunch, Jennie managed to hide in a corner in the library and during chemistry class, which they both had as the last class of the day, she asked a girl who’s name she didn’t know if she wanted to be her lab partner, ignoring the hurt look in Lisa’s eyes as they were always lab partners. Jennie knew that she was being unfair to her best friend but she also believed that it was the only way she could ever actually move on so that she could then continue her friendship with Lisa without all the extra feelings.

When the bell rang, she once again managed to disappear in the busy hallway before Lisa was able to get to her. Seems like being so short actually worked in her favor for once, she thought with a grin, which quickly vanished when she remembered had been trying to disappear in the first place. It would probably get easier as the days passed but for now, Jennie couldn’t wait to get into her bed and sleep the whole day away.

“We’re all in this toge…”, Jennie’s singing was cut off abruptly at the sight of Lisa sitting on the edge of her bed, one eyebrow raised at her questionable taste in music. It was late at night and she had just walked into her room after taking a shower and was drying her hair with a towel but she stopped what she was doing immediately. She turned to look at the open window and had to stop herself from hitting her forehead in annoyance when she realized she had forgotten to lock it.

“Hey”, she tried greeting her, thinking that maybe if she acted normal then Lisa would too. Her hopes for that were shattered when Lisa started glaring at her instead of answering. “What are you doing here?”, Jennie asked, trying one more time. She was once again met with silence, an icy glare piercing her eyes.

Without a word, Lisa stood up and took two quick steps towards Jennie, the latter quickly taking two steps backwards, the anger on the taller girl’s face making her think that it was probably better for her if she kept some distance between them.

“Crap”, thought Jennie as she noticed the angry posture in the other girl’s form.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Jennie laughed nervously at the accusation. “What are you talking about Lisa? I haven’t been ignoring you.” It was clearly the wrong thing to say as the expression on Lisa’s face grew even more thunderous and she took another step towards Jennie, making Jennie take another step backwards. “Oh, so you’re telling me you didn’t go out of your way all day just to avoid me? You just forgot to meet me in our usual place in the morning so we could walk to school together like we have been doing for years?” Her voice had taken on a mocking tone, which Jennie knew from experience was never good. “You didn’t sit on the opposite side of the room instead of next to me in our usual seats in all our shared classes and you didn’t run out the moment the bell rang instead of waiting for me?” She took another step forward, followed by Jennie’s step backwards. “You didn’t hide in the library during lunch or ask someone you barely know to be your lab partner when we’ve always been lab partners?” One step forward, followed by one step backwards. “You didn’t run off at the end of the day instead of coming over to do our homework like you have done every day for years?” One step forward, followed by one step backwards. “You didn’t ignore all my text messages and phone calls?” One step forward, followed by one step backwards.

Lisa was silent, waiting for Jennie to say something but the latter didn’t know what to say. She felt foolish for actually thinking that Lisa hadn’t noticed anything. How couldn’t she? They basically spent all of their time together. Jennie’s lack of response only seemed to anger Lisa even more. “Why. Have. You. Been. Ignoring. Me?” she asked again, each word punctuated by a silence. Jennie simply looked down, unable to look her in the eyes. “Did I do something?” Lisa asked, her tone a lot more subdued now, letting Jennie hear the hurt in her voice. “Of course you didn’t” Jennie quickly stated, longing to pull the taller girl into her arms. Her answer however, seemed to anger Lisa all over again.

“Then tell me why”, Lisa shouted angrily at the shorter girl, taking another step closer, making Jennie automatically try to take one back but was stopped when her back hit the wall. Lisa was now basically pinning Jennie against the wall. Lost in their anger they had failed to notice how close they had been getting, all sense of personal space now all but lost. Both girls seemed to realize their predicament at the same time as most of the anger faded away, a light blush painting both of their cheeks red. A long silence enveloped them as neither made any move to step away. Jennie was surprised when she noticed Lisa looking down at her lips. As the silence dragged on, the angry tension that had filled the room only a few moments before completely disappeared, a different kind of tension taking over. Jennie’s heart pounded in her chest as her gaze seemed unable to leave the other girl’s lips. They were standing so close that she could smell Lisa’s usual perfume, a mix of Lavender and vanilla with a hint of something else she couldn’t quite place. Something that reminded her of the smell of rain on a warm summer day. Something that was quite distinctively Lisa. The scent clouded her senses and all of the feelings that she had been trying to push down for so long came rushing back in an instant.

Before she could stop herself, she surged forward and captured the other’s lips with her own, trying to portray all the things she wanted to say but couldn’t. After a few seconds, she noticed the taller girl wasn’t responding and started pulling away, apologies already on the brink of her lips, when Lisa grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her back in, their lips touching in a searing kiss. The moment their lips touched, it felt as though time had stopped. As if they were the only people in the world. She felt her knees go weak and she could only focus on how soft her lips felt against her own. Their mouths moved together as all the feelings of bitterness, of guilt, of anger melted away until all that was left was the feeling of electricity that started of small and travelled all the way down to her toes, threatening to overwhelm her.

Only pulling away when the need for air became too great. Their foreheads rested together as they caught their breath, their eyes never leaving the others, trying still to silently communicate all their unspoken feelings.

“That’s why”, Jennie whispered, still breathless. Wordlessly, Lisa raised her hand to cup Jennie’s cheek as she leaned down to kiss her again. The second kiss was slower, gentler, though no less passionate. It was filled with unspoken promises of what the future held. Although it was only their second kiss it felt familiar somehow. Natural. As thought, they had done it a thousand times before. Jennie smiled against Lisa’s lips. It felt like coming home.

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ridiculousyoungicarus · 4 years

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Self Para 001: If I Could Grant You Peace Of Mind

TWs: HIV, Self-Harm, Drugs (Heroin & Cocaine - not done but mentioned briefly), Eating Disorders (Balo’s intervention is mentioned), Abuse

Word Count: 2,716

Setting: Luxor’s Orleans, France Campus. Monday, September 21st, 2020. Early morning (about 1am - 4am-ish).

Everything going on with Balo was a mess, and no matter what anyone said, Zander still couldn’t fail to see how it wasn’t his fault. Wasn’t that supposed to be his job? Protecting her. It was the only thing he needed to be good at, and he failed at it. She’d be fine if Ivan was here; he’d always been better at taking care of her. It was a thought that grew more and more persistent as the days went by. He’d have never let her in a situation that resulted in something like this. If he’s been the biological son, Balo would be okay.

And right now, she was far from being okay. Her behavior had become concerning since movie night, and he wasn’t sure if he should ask Ivan for help. He’d been entirely unhelpful the last time he’d reached out concerned about their sister. Maybe if Zander could just-

“You’re actually starting to turn a little blue, holy shit.” Ches’s voice interrupts him from his thoughts. When did she get back? He doesn’t fight as she wraps a blanket around his shoulders and settles in next to him, glancing over to her as she rests her head on his shoulder. “Did you really miss me this much? Oh, my sweet baby boy, whatever will I do with you?”

While the nickname was always affectionate, the lack of teasing in her voice sends his thoughts for another loop. Usually, she used it to pick on him. Did she think he was overreacting?

“Welcome home, I didn’t realize you were back yet.” Although he supposed it made sense, she hadn’t taken time off of school for the funeral. She probably wouldn’t have gotten it excused given the situation.

“Well, it’d be kinda hard to attend classes from Virginia. But enough about me. How are you doing? Other than trying to get hypothermia, of course.” He wants to groan that he would not get hypothermia, that it wasn’t that cold, and her dramatics weren’t helpful. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate just how normal it was.

He’d missed normalcy.

“Well, I’m stuck with Jack, my parents disowned Balo, and she’s really scaring me. Nothing’s changed over the span of a weekend. You know how I feel.” It wasn’t the same as the last several times she had poked her head in, though. He’d had a lot more time to think since he’d last saw her.

“Is it the HIV or her mental health?”

Zander quickly tries to sort through their conversations in their mind. Had he let Balo’s diagnosis slip? But he’s yanked from his thoughts as the redhead beside him lifts her head and steals the corner of his blanket to wrap around herself. “You’re cold?”

“I’m still daydreaming about the 17° weather in Virginia, I know 6° isn’t bad, but yeah, I’m cold.” It takes him a few seconds to realize she’s on about Celsius, and he just lifts his arm to let sneak right in under it. “You didn’t answer my question, Zan. Is it her HIV diagnosis or her mental health scaring you?”

“You should really lower your voice; someone is going to overhear you if you don’t start whispering. Balo doesn’t want the entire school to know...”

“The only people awake at 1 am in this school are the insomniacs who are holed up in their rooms and the coke addicts who are way too busy snorting it off of Axel’s dick to care about what you and I are doing outside. Nobody is eavesdropping, and if they were, the rumors would be bullshit like ‘Ches and Zander are entirely too close, I caught them cuddling - they must be fucking.’ We go to school with shallow people who only care about themselves, remember? Nobody cares what we’re doing.” Ches rolls her eyes, “But, seriously I’m gonna keep asking you to tell me what’s on your mind. I know that look, something’s wrong. Please talk to me.”

“Oh, come on, nobody would buy that shit.” Zander knew it wasn’t the point, that he was just grasping at the little outs she was accidentally leaving in her words. “Even Jack would know to laugh that one out of the room.”

“Alekzander, please.”

“Do you nag everyone who doesn’t want to talk, or am I just special? I’m fine. I can handle what’s going on with Balo. I don’t need you mothering me, Hailey.” Still, when the redhead pulls away from him, it takes everything in his power to keep himself from reaching out to pull her back in. Was she mad at him? She didn’t seem angry, although the sudden removal of her body heat wasn’t a good sign.

Before he can start thinking of the words to amend the situation, Ches is standing up. “You’re right, I’m sorry. If you need me, I’ve got to do some studying in the library. Try to get some sleep at some point, the bags under your eyes are really starting to reduce you down to a solid 8.”

She leaves him the blanket when she walks away, and as he tugs it around tighter himself, he’s not sure if it’s a good thing. It was going to continually remind him he needed to take care of himself, that he was sitting outside in the middle of the night alone because he managed to scare off the one person who always seemed to notice he wasn’t okay.

Ivan probably wouldn’t have run Ches off, and Balo wouldn’t be in nearly as bad shape as she was if he was here. For a brief second, Zander reaches for his phone to text the man, but he pauses, stopping himself. He had enough on his plate with Balo without Zander contributing to it. So instead, he settles himself in, allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts.

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Chessie ☀️: I’m still in the library. Don’t wake the guy at the desk, though; the poor thing just fell asleep. 😕

Zander’s hands are shaking as he reads the text through tears, already heading in the direction of the library. He tries to be quiet as he enters the room, passing the snoring man at the desk as he tries to find Ches. She always chose the back right corner when they were in Lake George, and sure enough, she was quietly pouring over her textbooks with a flashlight when he rounded the corner.

“No wine? Who are you, and what did you do with my Ches?” He cringes at the effect his tears had on his voice. It was bad enough that he was crying without his body making it evident to everyone around him he was trembling even if they weren’t looking.

“I’m testing the waters, thinking about cutting the wine out. A bit more productive, don’t you think?” For a moment, he thinks she might make a comment about the state he’s in, but she just pats the seat next to her as she shuts her textbooks. He’s silent as he sits down; the only sounds filling the room is the chronic snoring from the library’s front and his chair as it grazes across the floor. “But you’re not here for the wine.”

“I’m not.” He confirms, taking a deep breath as he finally removes the blanket she’d left him two hours prior and sets it on the table. “I came to talk if that’s okay.” No matter how many times he’d found himself at her door when he didn’t want to be alone, he still couldn’t suppress the concern that maybe this was going to be the time she turned him away. But she just nods, setting her flashlight onto the table.

“The floor is yours.”

“My parents disowned Balo, and I’ve never seen her like this. She’s always been so bright and cheerful and right now... Chessie, she gave me her sewing kit because she doesn’t trust herself not to misuse her rotary blade. And these things aren’t sudden; how much has been building up that I’ve missed? She won’t really talk to me, and given everything going on with Jack again, I’m pretty sure she’s not talking to anyone. It’s not like she’ll tell our brother. She was upset with me when I talked to him about Jack because I could have worried him.” He explains, “and that’s only the start of it- okay, what’s with the face?”

There was something about Ches’s pensive expression in the lowlight that distracted him, the way she pursed her lips as she listened to him talk. “I was just thinking that I’ve never heard you call Ivan your brother before. Balo’s brother, asshole, my parents disowned him, Ches you’re not allowed to follow him on Instagram to thirst over him that’s weird. Please carry on, I’m listening.”

“Don’t get used to it, I’m not making it a habit.” Still, Zander’s tears slow as a small chuckle briefly escapes from his body. “I can’t stop thinking that if he was here, Balo would be fine. Whatever caused this wouldn’t have happened. I just wish she’d tell me how this happened...”

“She doesn’t know, Zan. I know Jack’s clean, we were fucking - he’d have mentioned it if he wasn’t. Barton would have told her, she hasn’t been anywhere near the Keller boy in a year, and we’d know if she was doing heroin. I thought maybe that night when we took her to the ER, there were hours we can’t account for, but... if your parents disowned her.”

“I wouldn’t write off my father yet.” Zander hadn’t even considered him as a suspect, but he wouldn’t put it past the man to cover his track for the sake of appearances. Maybe there’d been blood on blood contact during the struggle? Balo had a pretty nasty gash on her forehead, and he had avoided his father afterward. “Or medical malpractice, for that matter. It’s happened with healthcare workers before, right? Fuck, Ivan really would have been able to stop this.”

“Zander, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t give Balo HIV, and your brother couldn’t have done more than you did. I know it’s hard, but this isn’t because of anything you did. You couldn’t have stopped this, just like I couldn’t have stopped my maman’s murder, and Fane couldn’t have prevented his parents’ car accident.” Ches’s nose doesn’t crinkle as she speaks; the telltale signs of her being dishonest were nowhere to be seen. Which likely meant she thought she was telling the truth, and while he didn’t believe her, his guilt could wait.

It was the least important thing going on; he knew that.

“I was a dick to Elliot.” He knows the words are sudden. That may be at the moment telling her he’d been mean to her boyfriend would rapidly make the situation worse.

Her green eyes blink, her head tilts to the slide slightly, almost like a puppy’s as she processes his words. Had Elliot not told her anything? “Why would you be a dick to Elli? Fuck. Que vais-je faire de vous?”

“Yell at me? Look, I know I shouldn’t have been so hard on your boyfriend. But he breathed near me and-”

“He breathed near you?” The concern in her voice makes Zander feel even worse than he would have if she’d just yelled at him. “That’s not like you. When did this happen?”

“Before movie night, after we got here.”

“After you learned about Balo.” For a brief moment, the snoring stops, and the panic on Ches’s expression leaves him questioning if they’re allowed to be in the corner they were occupying as they wait. Soon enough, the snoring resumes, and she speaks again, “I’m not mad at you. I want you to get along with him, and I expect you to apologize, but you’re not scaring me off that easily. We left off at you feeling inferior to your brother, please continue.”

“I don’t feel like I’m inferior to Ivan.” He protests, although as he tries to think of examples of how she was entirely off base, he realizes she might have a point. “But I can’t stop running through what if’s. What if he’d be able to stop it? What if he’d know how to help Balo right now? I didn’t ask him for help with her intervention and look at how well that went. She resents me for it now. What if I fuck this up, and she gets hurt because of it?”

“That’s not going to happen because you have me, you have Lucy and Avery, and as much as you hate it - we have Jack and Cait. They’d never let anything happen to her; if she tries something, one of us will grab her. She went to you about her sewing kit. Do you have it?” He nods yes in response to her question, and the girl in front of him relaxes, “from experience, people don’t ask for help unless they want to be stopped. Her coming to you was a good sign.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I was right about your inferiority complex and that you were stressing Balo’s mental health.”

“I hate you so much sometimes, you know that.” And yet he can’t help the fond smile as he says the words, the way the tension in his shoulders eases when she smiles back at him.

“I know. I’m just the worst sometimes, aren’t I?” She winks at him, “so what’s next on the list? If it’s money, you know she’s got two sugar mommies already, and I’m pretty sure we could convince Jack to be a sugar daddy if we can’t pull enough funds together to take care of her.”

“Two?”

“Barton? Carnifex families are loaded, I have no doubt in my mind if there’re issues affording her medication abroad if I can’t cover it completely, she’d lend me the money temporarily for B.” Ches shrugs, “so that should also ease the healthcare concerns. Correct? There’s no way in hell we’re not going to be able to manage this. She’s been taking her meds, and as long as they’re working medications have gotten to the point she’ll probably outlive you by a couple decades still.”

And as much as Zander hated the thought of asking anyone for money, the thought that maybe people would be willing to help if it became an issue was reassuring. “And here I thought you said you weren’t taking mind reading classes.”

“You’re just predictable. The day you aren’t stressing about money, we’re going to see pigs fly, and lotus storms consume the earth.” Ches jokes, “did we happen to cover everything? Wait, we haven’t discussed Jack being in your classes yet. Shit, maybe we needed the wine...”

“We don’t need wine. There’s not that much to say, he’s annoying, we’re getting stuck together, and I’m just going to have to deal with it.” He shrugs, “probably the most normal thing going on in our lives, come to think of it.”

“You ever realize it’s a bit fucked up Jackaboy acting up is considered normal at this school. I’m not complaining but...”

“If you ever tell him I actually appreciate him being Balo’s pet demon right now, I’ll never talk to you again.” He warns her. Jack would never let him live it down, and he was well aware it was fucked up. But Ches just smiles, shaking her head.

“Your secret’s safe with me. So, what else do you want to discuss?”

He thinks about it for a minute. Was there anything else he felt like he needed to get off his chest? There were the things he couldn’t find the words to say and the things that weren’t worth the effort left, but he couldn’t think of anything he needed to talk to her about. “What were you working on before I interrupted?”

“Well, you see...” Ches starts to open her textbook again as she starts to ramble about what she was working on, and he listens as she gushes eagerly. He doesn’t even realize just how tired he was until his eyes become too heavy to keep open. The last thing he notices before he falls asleep is a blanket being tucked around him as she continues to explain her literature homework.

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sakurarebin · 4 years

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Digimon Adventure 03

I’m posting my newest fanfiction project here for anyone interested:

Summary: It's been three years since ‎Belial Vamdemon was defeated and digimon have been slowly incorporated into our daily lives. However, not everyone approves of the digimon in our world. When digimon partners start going berserk in our world, can Taichi and the others solve the mystery and prove digimon are truly beneficial to our world? Taichi/Yamato, Sora/Jou

Notes: In terms of canon compliance, this follows season 1, 2, Our War Game, and the two and a half year break CD dramas. Non-Epilogue compliant. This features the new characters from Tri, but with my own interpretations on the characters, so they may not be exactly what you expected. Please enjoy it! I do not own Digimon.

Chapter 1: The Adventure Evolves Again

Taichi smiled as he strolled into the large field carrying his soccer ball while Agumon, who was excitedly looking around at all the trees, waddled close beside him. The late spring sun shone down on the pair and the cool winds brought the smell of the sea into the park as they casually made their way deeper into it to play some soccer. As they approached the field, they could see a group of elementary school-aged kids were playing tag and laughing with a handful of small digimon. The brunette recognized a couple of the digimon from his time in the digital world; the blue tadpole-shaped one was an Otamamon, while the Yukimibatomon reminded him of a small white mochi bun with mouse ears. However, he didn’t recognize the yellow bug digimon or the small tapir-like one with a hard metal shell on its head.

“Taichi, do you want to see if they want to play soccer too?” Agumon's question drew the teenager’s attention back to his own digimon partner who was staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“That's fine by me, Agumon,” he responded, smiling fondly at his small orange-amber dinosaur-like companion, earning him a wide toothy smile. With that, they headed towards the group of children, some of whom were looking over at him with a mix of curiosity and excitement between the digimon and the soccer ball. A dark haired boy scooped up the yellow bug-like digimon with black lightning-shaped eyes and black lightning stripes down its back before running over to Taichi and Agumon as they got closer.

“Do you want to play with us?” asked the boy excitedly, approaching the pair, although he was staring at Agumon when he asked the question.

“Nee, Haruto, do you really think you should be asking a stranger to play with us?” asked a girl with long blond hair as she stepped towards them, holding her Yukimibotamon in her arms. She hung a little ways back from Taichi, eyeing him a little suspiciously.

“It's okay, Keiko! He has a digimon- see!” Haruto exclaimed, pointing at Agumon. The other children and digimon moved closer as well.

“And Taichi is a good person,” added Agumon, who moved closer to the other children, excitement shining in his eyes as he looked back at Taichi. Taichi inwardly cringed for a moment, noting that just having a digimon wasn’t a good reason to trust someone, but he was the one who had approached them and he didn’t want Agumon to be disappointed.

“It’s okay,” he reassured the other kids. “You guys can play soccer with Agumon, if you want to.” Taichi said as the children formed a semi-circle in front of him with Haruto in the middle. Haruto nodded enthusiastically.

Otatamon looked up at Taichi. “Are you not going to play with us too, Tama?” asked the little tadpole-like digimon, “You’re the one who helped wake up ShogunGekomon-Sama with the princess, right?” Taichi blinked in surprise.

“You’re one of the Otamamon from the ShogunGekomon palace? I didn’t realize that some of you became Digimon partners.”

Haruto’s eyes grew even wider as he listened to Taichi. “Onii-san, you’ve been to the Digital World! That’s so awesome! Can you tell us about it?” Haruto looked up at Taichi with a look of amazement and adoration. Soon the other kids surrounded Taichi, asking him various questions about the digital world, the game of tag and the soccer ball long forgotten. Agumon added little bits of details to the stories, sometimes causing Taichi and Agumon to bicker playfully.

“Augmon can become Wargreymon!” Interrupted Haruto at one point, “Wow, that’s so cool! Hey look what I can do!” He held up his digivice.

“Hey, stop being a show off,” complained another boy with a mess of red hair while the tapir-like digimon sat by his side, “Not everyone can evolve their digimon yet.”

Haruto looked over at the boy who spoke. “Stop whining Shinjiro. You guys will be able to evolve your digimon soon, too.” A sour face crossed the other boy's face as Haruto held up his Digivice towards his partner digimon.

“Kunemon shinka…Kuwagamon!” Light shone around the small insect digimon and a large stag beetle digimon took its place. Haruto reached out to touch Kuwagamon and the digimon leaned into the touch affectionately.

“See? I can evolve my digimon now-”

“You're still being a show off,” accused Shinjiro, cutting off his friend, which sparked a small argument between the two of them. Taichi couldn’t help but look at them with fond amusement, remembering the fights that he used to get into with Yamato. The look faded when the memories of the dream he’d last night resurfaced in his mind. Yamato had been in it, his eyes closed as the blond leaned further in, their lips almost touching. Taichi’s heart started to race again and he felt out of breath.

“Are you okay, Taichi?” Agumon’s worried voice brought Taichi out of his daze to find Agumon and the kids staring at him intently. Taichi fought down the blush and shook his head.

“I’m fine,” Taichi lied, forcing a smile to his lips before turning his attention back to the two boys in front of him. However, before he could say much more, Kuwagamon stole everyone’s attention once again as the digimon took to the air. Agumon pressed up closer to Taichi as they all watched Kuwagamon fly in awe. The sun glinted off Kuwagamon’s red shell as he flew higher into the air. Then, something happened. Kuwagamon jolted in the air, his entire body freezing before beginning to jerk and contort in weird ways. Taichi put his hand above his eyes in an effort to block the sun so he could see what was going on more clearly. Then Kuwagamon started snapping his pincers and turned, circling back towards the group fast. Taichi’s eyes went wide as he realized that Kuwagamon was going to crash right into them.

“Get out of the way!” he cried as he grabbed Haruto and Shinjiro, who were the closest to him at that moment. The other kids scattered to the other side and Kuwagamon crashed into the ground hard.

“Kuwagamon!” shouted Haruto as he struggled against Taichi’s grasp, forcing Taichi to let go. He bolted straight towards his digimon.

“Haruto, wait!” Taichi tried calling out to the boy as he and Agumon dashed forward behind him, but Haruto wasn’t listening. He reached out towards his digimon as he ran, but Kuwagamon turned towards the dark haired boy sharply. Taichi saw Kuwagamon’s pincers clench menacingly, but he knew that he was too far away to do anything himself.

“Taichi!” Agumon called out, turning towards his partner. Taichi nodded in understanding. The digivice in his pocket reacted as he reached in to grab it and light formed around Agumon.

“Agumon shinka… Greymon!” Agumon’s large orange and blue striped t-rex-like adult form stood where Agumon had been moments before and he quickly moved into action. Stepping over Haruto, Greymon put himself between the boy and Kuwagamon. Kuwagamon’s pincers clamped around Greymon, who grunted at the impact, but stood his ground.

“Get away from here,” said Greymon to the wide-eyed boy, his voice much deeper and more gravelly than before. Haruto was frozen in place, but Taichi had continued forward. He pulled him back to safety as Greymon pushed Kuwagamon back, lifting the large digimon off the ground. Greymon used his massive strength to throw Kuwagamon to the side, away from any of the kids. The kids ran to Taichi, many of them hiding behind him, although their digimon moved forward to help Greymon.

Kuwagamon caught himself before he crashed into the ground, using his wings to pull himself higher into the air before diving straight back for Greymon. As Greymon braced for the attack, Otamamon jumped into the air and shouted “Bubble Lullaby” as she released a stream of bubbles which circled around Kuwagamon, putting him to sleep. Kuwagamon hit the ground, leaving a trench across the soccer field and light shone around the large insect digimon as he reverted back to his child form.

“Kunemon!” Haruto called out, rushing over to his digimon partner’s side, everyone else following close behind. Haruto picked up Kunemon, cradling the sleeping digimon in his arms. Taichi breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Kunemon. Greymon returned to his child form, and Agumon moved back to Taichi, taking his place by his side.

“Onii-san, why did Kuwagamon start attacking everybody?” Haruto asked quietly, still looking shaken-up by the whole thing. “Will he be okay?” His eyes were filled with worry and tears started forming.

Taichi dropped to his knee so that he was eye level with Haruto. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out,” stated Taichi firmly. With that, he pulled out his D-terminal, and started a message to the other chosen children.

There's an issue with the digimon of one of the younger chosen. His digimon started attacking him and other chosen children in his group. Has anyone else encountered anything like this?

-Taichi

Taichi put away his D-terminal and took a deep breath, surveying the situation. Kunemon was still sound asleep in Haruto’s arms, thanks to Otatamon.

“Maemi, how long do you think Kunemon will stay asleep?” Haruto directed the question to Otatamon and her human partner, a girl with long straight black hair.

“I have no idea. Do you know Otatamon?” She looked down at her digimon partner, but Otatamon shook her head.

“Last time I saw someone go to sleep, they slept for over a hundred years.”

“Over a hundred years! But, I don’t want Kunemon to sleep for that long!” Taichi looked over to see Haruto on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, Haruto. I think Otatamon is referring to ShogunGekomon in the digital world and that was a different circumstance. I don’t think that Kunemon will be asleep for one hundred years. I’ll bet the effects will wear off soon.” Haruto wiped the tears off with his sleeve and nodded his head. About that time, Taichi heard the D-terminal ping a couple of times, alerting him to incoming messages. Taichi flicked open the screen to view the first message, which was from Koushiro.

I haven’t heard anything like that, but I’ll check within the digimon community to see if anything has come up.

-Koushiro

Taichi brought up the next new message, which was from Hikari.

Takeru and I haven’t heard anything like that. Are you still at Shiokaze Park? We can meet you there to help in a few minutes.

-Hikari

Taichi smiled at the message from his sister and created a quick response for both messages..

I’m still there. That sounds good, Hikari. See you two soon.

-Taichi

Thanks, Koushiro. Please keep me updated. Currently, Kunemon is asleep, but we have no idea how long the effects will last or how Kunemon will act once he is awake.

-Taichi

Taichi hit send before a noise drew Taichi’s attention away from his D-terminal. Kunemon stirred in Haruto’s arms.

“Kunemon!" Haruto shouted, relief apparent in his voice. Kunemon however struggled in the boy’s arms, forcing him to let go. Kunemon dropped to the ground and turned around, preparing to use its electric web attack. However, all that happened was a gurgling noise emitted from his stomach. The small insect digimon retreated from the group, trying to crawl towards some bushes nestled in the nearby trees.

"I guess Kunemon isn't back to normal," said Haruto sullenly. "What do you think is wrong with him?"

“Do you think he could be sick or something?” whispered Keiko.

“Can digimon even get sick?” asked Haruto, turning towards Keiko, who shrugged.

“Digimon can get sick,” confirmed Taichi, remembering Gabumon’s cold in the digital world.

“If he’s sick, maybe I can help,” said a very soft feminine voice and it took Taichi a moment to realize that it came from the tapir-like digimon by Shinjiro’s side.

“What do you mean, Bakumon?” asked Shinjiro, looking down at his digimon partner.

“I can cure viruses,” stated the small digimon.

“Really?” Shinjiro and Haruto said it at the same time, although Haruto was a lot more emphatic and enthusiastic than Shinjiro.

“Can we try it out then?” Haruto was turning, pivoting his attention between Shinjiro, Bakumon, and Taichi. Shinjiro shrugged.

“If Bakumon is fine with it, I am.”

“It’s worth a shot, if nothing else,” agreed Taichi. Bakumon moved closer to where Kunemon was hiding.

“Virus Delete!” cried out the small Digimon and a giant syringe appeared above Kunemon, inserting itself into the insect digimon. The entire group watched, unable to look away. Haruto was holding on tightly to Taichi’s arm. The syringe disappeared and Haruto rushed forward to reach out to his partner digimon. Kunemon didn’t move for a few moments. However, soon Kunemon started to stir once more. He looked up at Haruto and started rubbing against his arm affectionately. Tears of joy formed in Haruto’s eyes and he hugged his partner digimon tight against his chest.

“Onii-chan!” Taichi turned around at the sound of his sister’s voice to see her and Takeru and their partner digimon, but his heart throbbed when he spotted Yamato and Gabumon. The small group slowed to a stop as they approached Taichi and the others. Patamon landed his chubby orange and white body on top of Takeru's white hat slightly messing up Takeru’s blond hair as the hat shifted, falling over his face. Takeru laughed a bit at Patamon’s antics, lifting his hat out of his face and earning grins from the rest of the older chosen children.

Taichi used Patamon’s antics to snap himself out of his momentary shock and got back to his feet. “Yamato, you’re here too. Didn’t you have band practice today?” Taichi could still feel his heart fluttering in the quick staccato beat of dokidoki, but he put the feeling on ignore.

“Yeah, but practice got cancelled because our drummer caught a really bad cold,” Yamato replied.

“That bites,” sympathized Taichi, but Yamato simply shrugged.

“Shoganai. Anyway, where is the digimon now?” the blond asked, looking around and noting the calm atmosphere. Taichi put his hand on the back of his neck and a sheepish look crossed his face.

“Actually, we just solved the issue. Kunemon is fine now.” Taichi was all too aware of the cheesy grin on his face, especially as Yamato arched an eyebrow at him. Haruto held up Kunemon for the others to see and Kunemon made happy chirping noises at the new arrivals.

Hikari gave her brother a slightly reproachful look as Patamon moved from his perch on top of Takeru’s head to get a closer look at Kunemon.

“Kunemon looks like he’s feeling much better to me,” Patamon noted flapping his orange wings as he circled around Haruto and Kunemon, who was making more happy chirping noises as he watched Patamon.

“What happened?” asked Tailmon, Hikari’s white catlike digimon, who was currently standing by Hikari’s side.

Taichi crossed his arms over his chest. “Apparently Kunemon caught a virus that made him start attacking people.” That statement made the others frown.

“How do you know it was caused by a virus?” asked Yamato, turning his attention away from the small digimon and back towards Taichi.

“Bakumon has an ability to cure viruses and it worked on Kunemon,” Shinjiro explained.

“But we have no idea what caused the virus,” clarified Taichi. Yamato nodded at Taichi and turned towards Haruto.

“Did anything weird happen lately before this?” Haruto looked thoughtful for a few moments before shaking his head.

“I can’t think of anything.”

Taichi’s D-terminal beeped once more and Taichi flicked it open, seeing Koushiro’s reply.

There is one other report of a similar case with someone in Osaka. I gather some of the chosen children from that area are dealing with the situation already. How are things there for you?

-Izumi Koushiro

The others checked their own devices, which pinged with Koushiro’s message. Taichi quickly responded to Koushiro’s message.

We managed to resolve the situation here. Some sort of virus was affecting Kunemon after he evolved into Kuwagamon. Greymon and Otamamon stopped Kuwagamon before he was able to cause any damage and Bakumon was able to cure the virus.

-Taichi

“Another digimon in Osaka is having the same issue, huh? What could be causing the digimon to act like this. In the Digital World, digimon have attacked,but it was always something like the black gears or the black rings,” Taichi wondered aloud and bit his lip slightly as he pondered the question, oblivious to the fact that Yamato’s gaze was drawn to the movement.

“It can’t be an effect of the digimon staying in the real world, or else it would have started with our Digimon,” Takeru noted, also pondering the situation.

Taichi turned towards Takeru. “I was thinking the same thing. This whole situation seems weird.”

“Could the virus be coming from the Digital World, somehow?” Gabumon asked, looking up at Yamato.

“Why would a virus from the Digital World be affecting digimon in our world,” Yamato mused, as he stroked Gabumon’s white and blue fur, absentmindedly.

“Maybe some sort of digital virus is spreading and affecting the digimon here?” supplied Keiko, as she clutched her Yukimibotamon tighter to her chest.

“That’s possible. But it doesn’t really explain why there are only two digimon affected…” Takeru noted.

“Taichi, I’m hungry,” Agumon whined pulling at his partner’s blue t-shirt and was confirmed by a loud growl that emanated from Agumon’s stomach.

“Getting some food for lunch isn’t a bad idea. We can discuss what is going on more while we eat,” Taichi noted. Yamato and the others nodded. Their D-Terminals pinged again alerting them of a new message.

Are the kids still there? We need to see if there are any lingering effects on the digimon. I’d like to copy the data from his digivice. If Kunemon only started attacking after he evolved into the next stage, perhaps his digivice has something to do with it. I’ll send a message to Gennai to see if he knows anything about the situation.

-Izumi Koushiro

“Gennai should be able to let us know if anything is going on in the Digital World or if the digivice is being affected in some way,” noted Taichi as he read through the message. Yamato and the others nodded.

“Who’s Gennai,” asked Haruto, looking up at Taichi.

“He’s a… servant of the Digital World,” Taichi had to think for a moment. Had Gennai ever given them a straight answer about his role in the Digital World? He was definitely a servant or follower of the entity that sent them into the Digital World in the first place and possessed Hikari.

“The Digital World has servants?” asked Shinjiro, disbelief apparent in his voice and face.

“Maybe servant isn’t the right word,” Taichi admitted, but no one had a better description for Gennai without a much more detailed explanation. That gave Taichi an idea though.

“Ah! My friend, Koushiro, wants to check your digivice and digimon to make sure everything is okay. Can you all stay here and wait for him? He’s also spent more time than anyone else with Gennai, so he can answer your questions when he gets here.”

All four of the kids nodded in excitement at the prospect of learning more about the Digital World.

“Are you sure it’s okay to just dump that onto Koushiro?” Yamato hissed quietly as he leaned in closer to Taichi. Taichi steered his thoughts away from how close Yamato’s lips were to his ear as he shot back a comment.

“Koushiro wanted them to stay here so he could find out more information about the incident with Kunemon. At least now they are all excited about staying here and waiting for Koushiro. And it’s true. Koushiro has spent more time with Gennai than anyone else in the group. If anyone can answer his questions, it’s him.” Yamato still frowned a little bit, but acquiesced to Taichi’s statement. Agumon’s stomach growled again, breaking the moment of tension between the two and Taichi laughed merrily at his digimon partner as he complained about being hungry again. Taichi shot a quick message to Koushiro, confirming the kids’ decision to stay there at the park.

“Let’s go get some food,” Taichi said with a bright smile directed towards Agumon, who gave Taichi another wide toothy grin in response.

Taichi and the others left the park with their digimon partners in tow and headed towards a small family diner located nearby. They settled into one of the large booths to fit them and their digimon.

“So, I know that Sora is seeing a new movie with Mimi and one of Mimi’s classmates and Koushiro is at his office. Any idea where everyone else is?” Taichi asked as they made themselves comfortable in the booth. Taichi eyes were drawn towards Yamato during the comment, hoping for some sort of reaction. Yamato’s and Sora’s break up had been several months ago, but neither Yamato or Sora had spoken much about what had happened. They didn’t seem to be on bad terms though.

“Jou’s at a medical science convention that is lasting through the weekend,” responded Yamato,

“Miyako is at a computer programming class with some of her classmates, Iori is at a Kendo tournament, and Ken has an important event going on at his private school today,” Takeru started after the waitress came around to take the orders and Hikari nodded, “No idea where Daisuke is, do you have any idea Hikari?”

But, Hikari shook her in response after the waitress came by to take their orders. “As far as I know, Daisuke didn’t have any particular plans today.”

“Well, we can always try contacting him more if necessary. I’m kind of curious about how everything is going in Osaka at the moment and what caused all of this to start…” Taichi sighed as they all waited for their orders to arrive, “If Koushiro doesn’t hear anything from Gennai, soon we should make sure everything is okay in the digital world. With all of our digimon in our world, we don’t really have a clear idea if similar things are happening in the Digital World.” Taichi looked up at the others at the table as he spoke.

“But wouldn’t Gennai have contacted one of us if something happened?” Gatomon noted, from her perch on Hikari’s lap.

“Probably,” Taichi admitted, “But it is better than sitting around doing nothing.”

“We aren’t doing nothing,” Agumon interjected, “We are having lunch with our friends.”

“That’s true,” Taichi said with a smile, patting Agumon on the head as his digimon happily chowed down on his lunch, “But, we need to come up with some sort of plan of action. Koushiro is handling the situation in our world. But, we haven’t heard from Gennai in a long time, so we don’t even know if he’s okay. We can’t leave everything up to Koushiro.”

“Do you have a plan?” Yamato asked, eyeing him with a classic Yamato look, although he was fighting down a smirk and the teasing tone to his voice.

Taichi flashed the blond his trademark grin. “When do I not have a plan?” a Yamato’s face dropped to an actual frown.

“You do actually have a plan, right?” Yamato asked more than a little bit concerned.

“Hey!” Taichi squawked indignantly, “I always come up with something, even if it is on the fly.”

Yamato sighed. “So that is your way of saying that you don’t actually have a plan.

Sweat drops appeared on the back of their sibling’s head and all of their digimon as they listened to the two of them lightly bicker.

“I didn’t say that. But we need more information before we can come up with a good plan. If we can talk to Gennai in person or one of the Digimon that lead the areas, then we may be able to find out more. Or we might be able to tell as soon as we get there, if it is really bad. Although I hope that isn’t the case. If we don’t find anything there, then we can rule out there being a problem in the Digital World and focus our attention here on Earth.” Taichi paused for a moment as the food was served. The table was fairly quiet except for the sounds of eating as all of them considered Taichi’s small speech.

“My dad is away on a business trip right now, we can go through a computer at my apartment,” Yamato said once they were done with the meal. Taichi grinned in response.

Taichi turned to the rest of the group. “Now, that is settled- let’s go to the Digital World!”

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years

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The Thing About Blind Dates - Ch 2

Title: The Thing About Blind Dates

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel and Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

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Summary:

Dean Winchester was perfectly happy with his life. He lived alone, though most days his house was filled with the accompaniment of his little brother and his brother’s new boyfriend, and that suited Dean just fine.

But even now, as Dean sat back against the couch, watching the newest season of Animal Kingdom, cold beer in hand while Sam and Gabe cuddled next to him, he couldn’t really say he was anything but satisfied. That is… until Sam and Gabe decided he wasn’t.

A/N: Two chapters in one day! can anyone say killing it???

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Chapter Two: Blind Date

The next night Dean found himself at home alone, standing before a pile of clothes on his bed, in nothing but a towel and a scowl on his face. He had been digging through his closet for nearly an hour now and could not, for the life of him, find anything to wear for his date tonight. Which as he looked at the clock, panic struck him at realizing the time, and his date was in less then an hour away.

In a last ditch effort he grabbed his phone from his night stand and called Sam, putting it on speaker and throwing it on the bed.

Sam answered after only two rings much to Dean's relief, “Hey, Dean, ready for your date?”

“Actually that’s why I'm calling, Sammy,” Dean sighed as he tossed yet another shirt into the pile, “I'm uh… kind of stumped here, could use some help.”

“Hang on,” Dean could hear rustling and then Sam was back, “okay, Gabe's here too.”

“Hey, Gabey,” Dean smiled, “where you two love birds off to tonight?”

“Dinner at East Side Mario’s, then a movie, then maybe a moonlit walk in the park,” Dean's eyes went wide at the familiar tease in Gabe's voice, he knew what was coming next and he didn’t want to hear it, “and after that I was thinking we could go back to my place and-”

“O-kay!” Dean cut him off quickly, “That’s enough of that conversation, thanks.” They both chuckled and he shook his head and continued on with his current problem, “So, the reason I'm calling is clothes. I haven’t been on a date in god knows how long and I don’t have a clue what to wear. I have spent the last hour pulling out every piece of clothing I own, and apparently I hate it all.”

“I already told you, Dean-o,” Gabe said, “it won’t matter what you wear.”

Dean rolled his eyes and answered back with as much sarcasm as he could muster, “Fine then, how about I show up in my fuzzy unicorn pyjamas and matching rainbow slippers.”

“That would honestly be fine.”

Dean sighed, this was not what he called for. He needed genuine help!

“Seriously, I need help guys!” He grabbed yet another piece of clothing, looking it over once, and throwing it with the others in the ‘I hate you and thou must burn’ pile on his bed, and ran his hands down his face in defeat.

“Look,” Sam spoke this time, “this obviously means a lot to you, so we’ll help.” There was a moment of silence while the two of them thought and Sam came back on, “What about the green v-neck?”

“A v-neck to a fancy dinner, Sammy?” Dean made a face at the phone even though Sam couldn’t see it.

“I've got it!” Gabe shouted, “What about a simple black button down? Got one of those?”

“Yeah.”

“Put that on.” They waited as Dean dug through his pile of clothes and pulled out the shirt and put it on. “And I know you’ve got that nice pair of olive green skinny jeans, put those on too!”

“Really?” He questioned, “I hate those pants. I don’t even know why I bought them.”

“You only hate them because you don’t wear them properly. Now what have you got for belts?”

Dean stepped into his closet and grabbed the hanger holding his belts and went through one at a time. “I've got black, green, pale blue-”

“Stop! Pale blue.”

At this point Dean was starting to doubt Gabe's fashion sense, but he was now down to thirty minutes and the panic was setting in strong with every second.

“Now, shoes?” Gabe asked.

“Well,” Dean said as he kneeled down in his closet, “aside from runners I've got… black, brown, white?”

Gabe thought for a moment then said, “Stick with black.”

Dean grabbed the shoes and put them on, standing in his room now fully dressed but still not feeling quite ready. “Okay, now what?”

“Accessories!” The joy coming from the short man was insane, Dean thought. “Put on a watch, make sure you're wearing the gold chain you always have on, and do you have any rings?”

Dean did a circle of his room then spied a small pile of old jewellery on his dresser. He walked over and dug through before answering, “I've got my Dad’s old silver band he used to wear, and I think I've got a class ring from high school in here somewhere.”

“Those will do.” Dean grabbed them and put them on as instructed. “Now, to finish of the look, make sure you tuck in the shirt all the way, but leave the top two buttons undone. You need to show off a little bit of that sexy body you have there.”

Dean smirked at the compliment and maybe even blushed a little as he did what Gabe said. “Why thanks, Gabe.”

“Now roll the sleeves up to just below your elbows and don’t do anything with your hair,” he commanded, “it always looks best when you just run it back with your fingers, in that sort of ‘just fucked’ way.”

Dean did so with a shrug of his lips, and after running his fingers through his hair a few times he asked, “Okay, am I finished?”

“Take a look.”

Dean walked over to his closet and shut the door to look in the full length mirror on the back, and he had to admit that despite his doubts about Gabriel, he looked fan-fucking-tastic! He used to absolutely hate these jeans but Gabe was right, he just wasn’t wearing them with the right combinations. And the firm fit of the tucked in shirt really brought out his toned chest, while the gold chain hanging down brought attention to the undone buttons and the little tease of exposed skin there.

“Damn, Gabriel!” Dean whistled and turned once, “Why don’t you go into dressing people for a career! I look like a damn celebrity!”

“What can I say, I'm a man of many talents, but I love my sweet shop too much to give it up.” Dean gave one last turn in the mirror, this time stopping to look behind him at how nice his ass looked in these jeans, then Gabe reminded him, “You’ve got fifteen minutes to get to your date. Have fun, don’t keep Cassie waiting, and you can thank me at the wedding!”

Before Dean could respond, Gabe hung up. He took one last look in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect, then grabbed his keys and ran out the door finding himself kind of excited for his night.

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Gabe hung up the phone and handed it back to a snickering Sam as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk downtown.

“Why did you get him all dressed up like that?” Sam asked as he turned and tucked Gabe back into his side, continuing their walk to the restaurant, “You and I both know that it really doesn’t matter. It literally won’t make a difference what he wears to the date.”

Gabe chuckled and gave Sam's side a squeeze, “I know. I told him so myself, twice actually, but it’s more fun this way. And you heard Dean-o on the phone. Being all dressed up and looking hot made him more eager to go, and more confident in himself.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Sam sighed, “I just hope this works out.”

“You heard me, I am never wrong Sammykins.”

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“Okay Samalamb, what do you wanna order?”

Sam smiled at the affectionate nickname and picked up his menu, but before he could even look at the appetizers his phone was ringing in his pocket again.

Sam gave Gabe a wide eyed look which he returned, then answered the phone as calmly as he could, “Hey, Dean, you there yet?”

Sam cringed and pulled the phone away from his ear, “Take it easy for a second! Just give it a chance. Like we said, we think you two will really like each other. And what's the harm in trying? None of your past relationships have worked out right? Maybe there’s a reason for that-”

There was more muffled shouting before Sam said, “Doesn’t mean you won’t like it,” then the phone went silent for a moment and Gabe thought maybe Dean had hung up, “give it a chance, Dean, I've got a good feeling about this.”

It was Gabe's turn to cringe as he heard a string of profanities being shouted through the phone, then laughed when Sam began pulling the phone from his ear and said, “Sorry, Dean, what's that? I… no… can’t hear you… sorry. Don’t make Cassie wait to long and have fun on your date!” then very quickly hung up the phone.

Sam looked to him with a shake of his head and Gabe asked with a smirk, “So I take it he met Cassie.”

Sam just nodded.

As Gabriel expected he was next on Dean's pone tag hit list when his phone began to ring in his pocket. He looked to Sam who was mortified after what had just happened to him, then answered the phone with a smirk.

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Dean pulled up to the restaurant and my god, it was fancier then he remembered it was the last time he drove by. And despite how good he felt when he left the house he was suddenly feeling a little under dressed and slightly self conscious again.

After taking a deep breath and giving himself a quick ‘you can do this, it’s just a date’ pep talk, he climbed out of his car before he could talk himself out of it and walked inside.

He stood in line for a few minutes and looked at his watch. He was a few minutes late due to his little clothing snafu, but hoped it would be worth it when Cassie saw his outfit. It wasn’t too long before the people in line ahead of him were taken to their seats and he had a clear view of the restaurant while the hostess was gone. He did a quick scan, looking for this girl he was supposed to meet but didn’t see anyone sitting alone. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was late.

The server returned then and called him forwards, and he stepped up with his charming Dean Winchester smile.

“Hello, sir, and welcome to Amanda’s,” the hostess smiled back at him with just as much charm, “can I get your name?”

“Hi, I have a reservation under Dean Winchester.”

She took a second to flip through her book then looked back up at him and gestured behind her with her hand, “Right back there, the booth in the corner by the window, sir.”

He smiled at her, then followed her arm to his seat and suddenly found himself confused. He turned back to her and tapped her shoulder, pulling her attention from the older couple she was now trying to serve. “Yes, sir?”

“Uh, hi… again,” he made an apologetic gesture to the couple he had interrupted, and continued on awkwardly, “I think maybe you have the wrong table? I'm here for a blind date my brother and his boyfriend set me up on. I'm supposed to be meeting someone named Cassie.”

She nodded at Dean with her thousand watt smile again and responded sweetly, “That’s the correct table, sir, your date got here not too long ago. That is the Cassie Novak you are looking for.”

Dean look back to the table at the guy sitting in his booth, then looked back to her speechless. She merely held her smile and said, “He’s cute! Have fun on your date,” before taking the older couple past him and to their table.

He took a few more minutes to stare at the man, at Cassie, and then decided to pull out his phone and call Sam.

He waited a few rings and thought maybe the coward wasn’t going to answer, then he finally picked up, and had the audacity to act as though he had no idea. “Hey Dean, you there yet?”

He shook his head at his brothers light tone on the phone before growling out as loud as he could in the restaurant, “God damn you both to hell and back, Sam! You sons of bitches! You set me up with a guy!? A guy!? ‘Cassie’, really! You tricked me, Sam, you both did! You know my track record, have you ever seen me with a guy!? What the hell!”

“Take it easy for a second! Just give it a chance. Like we said, we think you two will really like each other. And what's the harm in trying? None of your past relationships have worked out right? Maybe there’s a reason for that-”

Dean gaped, “You son of a bitch! I don’t date guys, I never have!”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t like it,” he couldn’t believe his brother, why wouldn’t he tell him this vital piece of information before convincing him to go on this date, “give it a chance, Dean, I've got a good feeling about this.”

Dean was flabbergasted, completely and utterly flabbergasted. And it was the least he could do when he started throwing a slew of profanities at his brother in the loudest tone he could in the restaurant. But before he could lash out all of his anger, his brother did the worst thing he could do. “Sorry, Dean, what's that? I… no… can’t hear you… sorry. Don’t make Cassie wait to long and have fun on your date!” He pretended to loose reception then very quickly hung up the phone, leaving Dean wide eyed and shocked to hell where he stood.

“Sam!? Sammy?!” Dean removed the phone from his ear, “damn it!” then dialled the next trickster on his list.

He waited a few beats, knowing full well that Gabriel was making him wait on purpose, and then was greeted by Gabriel's overly sweet voice, “Hola, mon ami! You're on with Gabriel, match maker extraordinaire! If you're calling to praise my skills, which I know there would be no other reason for your call, I await your glorious words of praise.”

Gabe's cheerful tone and playful attitude did nothing to lighten Dean's current mood, so all Gabriel got was a grunted, “Fuck you, Gabriel!” before Dean hung up and shoved the phone violently back in his pocket.

He huffed a breath and tried to calm down, then turned back to the guy who was still sitting in the booth, and looked down at himself. He was here, in the restaurant, he was dressed up and hungry, and this guy was sitting there waiting for him to show up.

He had never spoken a word of this to Sam before, but he had considered this in the past. He wouldn’t lie and say he hadn’t checked out a few hot guys before and thought about asking them out, especially when Sam came out to him and introduced him to Gabriel, but he never did. He had never told any one about secretly being attracted to some guys, especially not Sam, and he had never acted on any of those desires before. He was Dean Winchester, a ladies man and always had been. But apparently his brother and his meddling boyfriend had decided otherwise for him.

But maybe Sam was right. None of his past relationships with girls had worked out, and at this point what did he have to lose? Maybe it was time to act on those desires and see where this lead him. Maybe he would really enjoy himself, and maybe if this didn’t work out he would finally have the courage to actually ask out a guy the next time he was interested. But for now, this Cassie was waiting, and Dean knew how pissed he would be if someone stood him up, especially after only a glimpse from far away instead of taking the time to get to know him. So he figured, what the hell, what did he have to lose?

He gave himself a nod, straightened his shirt and suddenly found himself even more nervous then he was before, and walked over to the table to officially meet Cassie.

He stood beside the table and stared down at the side of the guy’s face and he just… continued to stare forwards? Dean shifted uncomfortably from side to side, waiting a beat longer before clearing his throat. The guy jumped, actually jumped in his seat then said, “Yes?” but still continued to look ahead.

Dean didn’t really know what to do. What kind of weirdo had Sam and Gabe set him up with? So he did all he could do really. “Hi, I'm Dean, Dean Winchester.”

The guy finally turned to look at him, well, at Dean's stomach. Dean pursed his lips and waited. At this point he really was at a loss for what to do next. Honestly, he kind of wanted to turn around and run right back out of the restaurant.

“I am sorry,” the guy replied, “I did not know you had arrived. Hello Dean.”

“You didn’t know I…” Dean almost laughed, “But I'm standing right here-”

Dean stopped dead as his eyes caught something in the booth beside Cassie, and he instantly felt like the biggest dick in the whole world.

“Oh! I… uh…” he stammered, trying to find the right words to say and clearly failing at every turn.

The guy sighed and nodded, “Gabriel didn’t tell you, I assume.”

“I… no, he didn’t.”

He nodded again and said, “If this is a problem for you, then I understand. We can both end this right now and there will be no hard feelings.”

Dean was shocked, stunned and stammering as Cassie reached behind him to grab the item on the seat before turning back to Dean and standing.

They were now face to face when they guy hit Dean with a smile and said, “It is alright, Dean,” and now that Dean was finally able to see his face all he could think was, wow! The man was gorgeous. Like he said, Dean had been interested in guys before, but honestly none of them held a candle to this guy, not even close.

The man took a step forward and slightly around Dean, and he was finally pulled out of his trance when the man said, “Thank-you for coming, Dean, and have a good night,” then continued to try and walk past him.

Dean shook his head, trying to think of a way to keep this gorgeous man here with him, and all he could come up with was to place his hands on the guy’s shoulders and stop him from passing him.

“No, wait!” Dean said in a panicked tone, surprising even himself, “Why… why would you want to end the date? Why would you think I want to end the date? We haven’t even had a chance to talk yet, get to know each other.”

The man scrunched his brows and tilted his head slightly, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was damn cute.

“I just assumed that when you realized…” he trailed off as he put his head down and took a breath, then looked back up, “I have been on dates before that Gabriel has tried to set up, but once people realize that I am how I am they want to end the date, or they just never call back afterwards. I merely took your stammering as an indication of the same, and if I am correct in thinking so, then it still stands that there will be no hard feelings.”

“Wait a second,” Dean gaped, “people don’t want to date you just because you're blind?!” Dean asked like it was blasphemy, and honestly it was. He couldn’t believe that the world was full of so many assholes not even willing to give this guy a chance. This man was gorgeous, beautiful, and definitely did not deserve that kind of… discrimination! He deserved a chance just like everyone else and it fuelled Dean's anger to know that he had been denied that.

At the man’s down turned expression Dean shook his head. He had been wary about this date right from the get go, he had been unsure of how this would go or even if a date with a guy would be the change that Sam said he needed, but know he knew he had his answer. “Look, I'm not like those other assholes, alright?” The guy looked back up and tilted his head again, “If you still want to, then I am more then willing to sit down and give this date an actual try. I’ll admit that I was a bit… hesitant about a blind date set up by Gabriel, but that’s honestly just because I suck at dates and relationships in general. But damn if you're not cute as hell!”

They guy blushed with a shy smile and Dean bit his lip at how cute it was. “So, what’d ya say? Shall we have dinner together?”

The guy smiled a smile so bright Dean was thrilled he was the one who had put it there and replied, “I would very much like that, Dean.”

So they sat in the booth, Dean staring at the guy for a few more moments, admiring him before he spoke first.

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Tags/warnings: Blind!Cas, Handicap, some minor discrimination but not bad, and I’ll add more as I need them.

A/N: and there you have chapter two! Comments are the love i need friends <3

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Chapter 14

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 2,812

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 14: Hold me tight, trust me

[ +120, -13] Did you see Min Suga flip out? He was trying to be polite to that reporter but guess her questions really tick him off kekekeke The reporter is nosy anyways, so rude. He is just trying to protect his friends.

[+71, -122] Park Jimin really had a hard time, I don’t blame him. Medias are going crazy. I heard they ambushed the girl’s home too. How inappropriate.

[+46, -3] Why cant people leave him alone? It is his life. I feel bad for the girl and the kid, they must be terrified. I am supporting you Park Jimin! Hwaiting~!

[+88, -149] BTS Jimin is a bad influence to teenagers. He made baby when he’s still in school and dumped the girl to become an idol. How horrible is that. I heard they are the president of middle school club something but they don’t act like one. Rip the title off from them.

[+21, -99] That bitch must be after his money. She wouldn’t just appear without reasons. What a disgrace to whole nation.

[+23, -62] He is a scapegoat kekekekkekee What will happen to Bangtan now. Major flop.

[+33, -178] Wow, I knew from start Park Jimin is a trash. Get that asshole out from the group. A bad example to younger fans!!

[+43, -199] Since he cant sing without sounding like a damn penguin, maybe he can reconsider babysitting his son at home kekekekeke

[+64, -15] I heard a wedding bell ringing~~ kekekeeke who’s going to attend a trashy wedding ceremony. The girl is taking gold digging into a whole new level.

Slamming the laptop shut, Taehwan gave Yeoul a look “I told you to stop reading comments, they are judging both of you without knowing the truth. Horrible human being” he sighed.

Wretchedly, she covered her face to hide tear filled eyes. Yeoul was used to bearing pain without showing how much it hurt. However, she cried at last even though it was part her distress. No one with sane mind would be fine after reading such nasty comments.

He shifted closer to where Yeoul sat, embraced the poor girl in a tight hug “I am sorry that you have to face this Yeoul ah, I wish I can take the pain from you” he stroked her long hair lovingly. Taehwan wished he had the ability to erase bad memories from her. Endurance was never her forte.

She cried way too much every single days without failed, that was not a good sign for her health. Another thing was that, she waited for Jimin to come safe and sound as he promised. Of course, she didn’t put much expectation on that since his boss might not let him carelessly travel across the region just to get her. But, having a little faith wouldn’t hurt right?

“OMMA! I SAW APPA OUTSIDE” Minyeol’s squealed returned their attention to the younger boy who was on his toes in front of the window scanning their backyard. Yeoul told him to use a secret passageway behind to avoid the crowd in front of their house. Another commotion was the last thing that they wished to see at the moment.

Taehwan walked up to Minyeol helping the hyper boy opening the door for his dear father and giving no time for Jimin to digest, Minyeol crashed his body against him.

Hugging him tight, Minyeol smiled widely “Appaaa is back.. Minyeollie miss appa so much” he startled at the sudden impact but softened to see his son clinging onto him. One of their managers accompanied Jimin to Busan and though he was well aware of the scandal, it was still amusing to see another side of Jimin. It was unusual.

Jimin picked him up, rocking his body side to side “Appa misses you too, how’s my Minyeol” Yeoul stared at him blankly, part of her soul slowly leaving her body. The sight of Jimin much alive and untouchable was a huge relief.

“Minyeol is terrified. The people outside is hurting omma and yeollie” he pouted.

“Appa is here so I will make sure bad people wont get you and your omma, alright?” smiling affectionately, he squished the younger boy close before setting him down on ground again.

He shifted his gaze to Yeoul sad face, their orbs met, their gaze seemed to concentrate and they stood motionless, as if spellbound. Not to mention, it had been a rough week for both of them, to be in the same room, breathing the same air was almost impossible after the event.

She hung her head and huffed out a sigh, finally meeting his gaze, that one face she missed the most “Hey…” Yeoul broke her silence with a soft voice enough for him to capture. Jimin looked steadily into her solemn eyes, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for causing the pain. It was unbearable to watch his girl cried because of him.

“Yeoul…” eventually his arms crossed over her, embracing her tight and she relaxed against him. Nuzzling her face in his chest, she finally could her the sound of his heartbeat. Calming yet help to sooth away the pain from her.

“I am sorry that it took me so long to come and I missed you” she heard he whispered lowly in her ears. Tentatively, she wrapped her arms around him returning the hug with a wide smile, letting herself melt into Jimin’s strong embrace.

Giving the couple time to catch up, Taehwan brought Minyeol upstairs and the younger boy nodded obediently with a smile. Being in the same room as Jimin was the last thing that he wanted to do today, Taehwan was not fond of that guy just yet. He needed time.

Yeoul pulled away, caressing his cheeks with a glint of worries in her eyes “You lost weight, did Jin oppa even feed you properly?” he chuckled.

“Hyung barely cooked lately, so we just ate takeaways food” she cringed in disagreement.

“That’s unhealthy! I am scolding Jin oppa for feeding you guys unhygienic food”

Grazing his fingertip to tap her nose softly, he shot her a smile “I don’t remember we ever eat an-oh-so-hygienic food either back then? We basically ate ramen and fried chicken” scrunching her nose cutely, she puffed her cheeks.

“That was long time ago. My cooking skills improved over time, so don’t judge.” Yeoul realized there was a tall man far at the corner leaning against the wall, and once in awhile he would steal a glance at them with a teasing smile.

“mm.. Jims.. who is that?” she squished his hand and whispered softly.

Jimin glanced at his manager hyung “Oh that is manager hyung. He is here to accompany me. You know we need to head to Seoul in a bit right” he tilted his head at her direction.

Yeoul nodded “I know.. your manager hyung is too good looking to be one. I thought he is the hidden Bangtan members” her gazed were fixed at him. When he caught her staring, he put a friendly smile with a small bow causing her to flush.

As he noticed the girl in front of him was fawning over his manager, he flicked Yeoul forehead with a frown “Lower your gaze. Manager hyung is taken, so are you” he exclaimed. His manager chuckled in process grasping their conversation, ignoring Jimin death glare.

She rubbed her forehead with a pout “I am being a normal girl! Blame him for having that good look. And who says I am taken?” Jimin squished her cheeks.

“You are taken by Park Jimin”

“I am not”

“Yes you are, you said ‘i love you’ back to me. TWICE!”

“Psh… that is just an ‘I love you’..I can say I love you to anyone that I like”

“Yah, don’t you dare”

“Yes I do.. I am going to say it to your manager hyung now” she teased with a playful smug.

Jimin turned to face his manager who had dumbfounded look on his face “Don’t smile hyung!” he whined almost sounded like a spoiled kid throwing tantrum.

“Manager Oppa… I Lo-” he cut her off with a kiss, muffling her sinful mouth from spurting more nonsense. His manager flustered upon seeing the unwelcoming scene before him and he immediately turned to face the wall.

Holding her body close, he nibbled her lower lips with a smirk ‘No you cant say I love you to anyone’ Yeoul returned his kiss anyway. They pulled away with a stupid smile on their face not long after. The couple didn’t want to prolong their affection not with the presence of his manager.

“Let’s pack, its going to be a long day” she felt his soft lips against her cheeks.

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“Appa and omma will be back soon, so for the time being you will stay with Taehwan ahjussi and granny okay? Be a good boy” Yeoul stroked his hair with a motherly smile.

“When will omma come back?” Minyeol fingers fiddled with her lock as his other hand slowly caressed Yeoul cheeks.

“As soon as possible. When omma comeback we will go buy your favorite bunny” his sad smile was replaced with a bright one as soon as he heard the ‘bunny’ part. Minyeol wrapped his arm around her neck, though deep down inside she didn’t want to leave him alone but she had too.

Exposing Minyeol to medias was not a good idea either, she didn’t want public got a hold of her son. He was just a kid.

Jimin knelt beside Minyeol, hugging him “Now, will you promise appa to behave when we’re away?” he held his pinky fingers out as the younger boy excitedly linked his pinky with Jimin.

“Tae-ah thank you for doing this” holding his hand tight, he felt the spark in his heart again.

He sighed softly “Don’t worry, Minyeol and your mother will be safe with me. Come back safely” ruffling her hair, his encouraging smile gave Yeoul strength to face the reality from now. After bidding their last farewell, his manager urged them to be faster since they have a flight to catch. Worries after worries gnashed her heart, would things turn out good as they hoped?

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The journey was rather smooth though from time to time people would recognize them in the flight including the flight attendants, but thankfully they left Yeoul and Jimin alone. Sucks to be an idol sometimes, people pretended that they knew everything about them and quick to judge.

Passing the last security procedure, they were now ready to leave the area but surprised to see the huge crowd formed in front of the arrival hall. Jimin gave his manager a baffle look “Hyung.. I thought no one knew about me going back to Busan?” he blinked.

Scanning the area, Yeoul could feel her heartbeat rate increased rapidly. The last time she was surrounded by human with camera, it turned out badly. Now the size of the crowd in front of her resident was nothing in comparison to this. This was almost like a mini fanmeeting and for some reason it mortified her.

“I got a call from the company, they said someone leaked the news. This is out of control but they have secure the place and the vehicle is ready to transport us back safely. Will Yeoul be okay to walk through this huge crowd?” he shot her a concern look.

Chewing her lower lips, she was unsure how to answer the question. Even though she said no, what could they do? They still had to face these people in the end. Jimin hugged her shoulder with a concern smile “We can find another way, if you are uncomfortable” he assured.

Yeoul was not used to cameras and screaming fans, but she didn’t want to get him into trouble either. She gave them a small nod “I will be okay” unfazed, Jimin eyebrows were furrowed deeply. He knew Yeoul was not okay.

“You don’t have to feel pressured, if you cant do this. We will find another route”

“I am really fine Jimin. Don’t worry about me, just umm stay by my side. I am not used to this” she convinced him with a smile.

“Then you are stuck with me. Hold onto me tight” he nodded at his manager way signaling they were ready to leave the area. Putting his black shade, he interlaced his fingers with her and slowly made their way outside and like a flock of birds fighting for food, they were quickly ambushed by flash of cameras.

“IT IS PARK JIMIN”

“Park Jimin ssi is the rumor true about you and the girl?”

“THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS. THEY ARE REAL”

“Miss Na, how long have you been keeping your relationship from everyone”

“Miss Na and Jimin-ssi we have questions. Wait up”

Petrified, Yeoul scooted closer to his side seeking for comfort, she squished his hand tighter ‘This is scary as hell’ there were press everywhere though they were securities around them blocking their path but some was smart enough to grab her arm once in awhile.

Jimin pulled Yeoul to walk in front of him as he enveloped one arm around her from back “I will be here, keep walking” he muttered close to her earlobes.

Some fans were squealing hard upon witnessing Jimin heroic action. He was being very protective over Yeoul at the moment, since there were ignorant people trying to grasp her at any chance they had. It was sickening.

“JIMIN OPPA WE WILL SUPPORT YOU AND UNNIE”

“IGNORE THOSE MEAN PEOPLE JIMIN OPPA”

Jimin glanced at his fans with a thankful look and continued to pass the huge crowd before the crowd got bigger and suffocated both of them.

“Make way, don’t crowd the area” the securities warned the press who tried to take a clear picture of Yeoul and Jimin together. At one point, they successfully exited the arrival hall and were getting closer to the black vehicle in front of them.

Just few more steps and the nightmare will end, Yeoul prayed in her head.

His manager opened the door, loading a luggage inside and signaled Jimin to walk quickly. Since there were too many people surrounding them, things got uncontrollable at one point.

That include..

A balloon was thrown at Yeoul and burst, she was drenched with red stain from head to toes.

“YEOUL!” Jimin eyes widened his eyes.

The assault continued as there was a group of people throwing balloon contained a kind of red paint at her direction. Jimin frowned in anger and pulled Yeoul into a tight hug, blocking the balloon from hitting his girl.

Everyone gasped at the sight and some concerned fans tried to find the source of the attack to make it stop.

“Over there! They are throwing the balloons!”

“Jimin oppa are you okay?”

“Omo omo omo I hope they are alright”

Yeoul clutched onto his shirt tight and shuddered at the coldness, her tears cascaded down without warn. She felt humiliated but at the same time she worried of Jimin since he took the hit for her. Would this get him in trouble?

Jimin tried to hold back the anger bubbled inside him, he heard people whispered around him with insult. He snapped “YAH YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY! ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN? JUST FUCK OFF” he turned to face a group of anti fans who were already being captured by the securities there.

“Jimin… don’t..” Yeoul held him back concerned that he said something mean and as a result it gave the medias an upper hand to twist anything that came out from his mouth.

His manager went to their side “Jimin we have to go now, it is not safe. Lets get inside quick” he patted the younger boy, ushering both of him and Yeoul inside the vehicle. The door slid closed and within a second Jimin already took her face in his hand examining Yeoul in case she got hurt.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he took a clean towel from manager hyung and started to clean the red stain off from her face. Yeoul chose to keep silent as she watched Jimin diligently, her fear subsided.

“I am sorry Yeoul. I am sorry, I should protect you. I am sorry” his indistinct mumble sounded silly but it made her smile.

She eyed him, holding onto his wrist “You got hit too…” snatching the clean cloth from his hand. She dabbed his forehead along his cheek, Yeoul smiled meekly not knowing how to react. Things that they experienced just now was beyond horrible.

“We are heading to the company. Others are there too along with Bang PD” manager hyung broke the silence. The couple nodded with a small smile and Yeoul was mentally ready to face this Bang PD. Anything for Jimin and Minyeol, she would do it without complain.

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Elif’s Bio

**TW FOR ABUSE AND LIMB LOSS

“And nobody knows where you’ll end up, only guarantee in life is death or a head-fuck. Yeah, you thought it was a set-up? Well guess what, now you can catch up with the rest of my ‘best of.’”

Name: Elif Cerci

Nicknames/Aliases: “The engineer on the hill”, Eli (used only by her ex)

Gender: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Pansexual/Panromantic

Height: 5’5”

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Personality: Elif is an incredibly rough-around-the-edges person, with a take-no-shit attitude. She often comes off as curt and irritable, and that’s because she is. Underneath that layer of anger and snappishness, there’s an emotional and vibrant woman who loves and loves deeply. Outwardly, she’s incredibly calm and level-seeming, almost to the point of eeriness, but deep down, she’s extremely afraid. There’s a lot that someone who’s spent most of their life running has to be afraid of - she knows nearly all of it.

TL;DR Backstory: Elif Cerci, the family fuckup, lived her whole life with the plan of living wild and free. That didn’t work out for her, when she ended up pregnant with Evren at 19. Leaving Earth and the family that no longer wanted her to a barely colonized planet with her abusive boyfriend seemed like a good plan at the time. Inevitably, after 3 years of suffering with him on a foreign planet, she left him and headed for another settlement far away from the port town, out in the badlands. She ended up losing her hand to local wildlife a few years after she moved there, and developed some prosthetic tech with the local doctor and some extra hands. She developed a name for herself as the engineer living on the outskirts of town who always had time for another drink at the bar, and who seemed to be intent on adopting everyone’s kids.

Random Facts:

Elif is a major baseball fan, with her favorite team being the NY Yankees.

She was a star softball player in high school, which was part of the reason she got the scholarship she did for going to Cornell.

Her first language is actually Turkish.

Her accent hasn’t faded a lot, actually, it’s still fairly present and obvious.

She calls people she especially likes affectionate terms in Turkish, and often swears in Turkish because it feels like it carries more weight when she does.

Her favorite food is baklava, and her biggest complaint about not living on Earth anymore is that she has to make baklava herself.

Long Version Of The Backstory: Born in Istanbul, Turkey, Elif was the family fuckup from the start; she was prone to rebelliousness and an enjoyment for haircuts she would later cringe at. She was largely a good kid while living in Turkey, but as soon as she moved to Brooklyn with her family, that all went downhill. When she was 12 she learned how easy it was to sneak out, at 14 she had a tendency for getting into small street fights with kids on the block, at 16 she shaved her entire head because her mom gave her crap for her long hair, and at 18 she got a tattoo and promptly got herself kicked out of the house for the last three months of high school.

She went to college at Cornell for robotics and in her second year, got pregnant with Evren by her then-boyfriend, Alexander. Already mostly cut-off from her parents, this did nothing but further drive her family away from her, her sisters now also joining her parents in their lack of desire to see her anymore. She chose to keep the child, completing college a mother. When Evren was born, the father insisted on naming them Alexander, after himself, rather than Elif’s first choice of Evren - which became their middle name. She regrets letting him name her child, as she spends their whole life calling them Evren, and they end up changing their name anyways.

They ended up moving off Earth to a newly settled planet a few star-systems over which was in dire need of engineers at the time. Elif spent three years being the personal punching bag of her boyfriend, and when he raised his hand to Evran, she snapped. She broke things off with him rather violently, and left for a small town that had popped up in the badlands called Glacier Gully, buying a house on the outskirts of town on the side of a ridge to raise Evren alone. During the first few months of her being in this new town, she develops somewhat of an alcohol problem and a smoking habit that takes her years to kick.

She got to work immediately on being the town’s local engineer, and ended up teaching math and physics at the local school until someone with actual teaching qualifications showed up. She became a jack-of-all-trades, of sorts, learning a little of everything in order to make sure that the towns needs were met.

A run in with a large insect-like creature on a walk home from the Gulley left her without her left arm. She quickly got to work with the town doctor (an ex-neurologist on the run after being paid to let three patients die) and one of her better-trained apprentices that she taught at the auto-body shop, and ended up designing a prosthetic arm for herself. After several years of work, she had a design she could actually feel as well. This came in handy when Evren later loses both of their legs.

The result of both of these encounters has caused Elif to develop a habit of always walking around with some sort of blunt-force trauma weapon (usually a “walking cane” a former student made for her out of solid metal tube, with a crowbar-like head at one end and a spike at the other) and a hunting knife. She would carry around a gun, but she works around engines and does a lot of electrical work, and she’s afraid that a small spark or fire will cause an explosion.

Her favorite haunts came to be the pub, owned by a sweet man named Roy and his husband William, the auto-body shop, the market run by the farmers, and those farmers respective terraformed greenhouses.

*I’m not sorry about the puns

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*whispers seductively in your ear* GrayZa playing the piano together for their kids

Title: Piano

Pairing: Gray/Erza

Genre: Romance/Family

Summary: Gray has mixed feelings towards the piano that suddenly showed up in their living room one day.

Words: 2,408 (I only wanted to write less than 1000 but I’m never good at writing short and sweet yet addicting little ficlets ugh)

A/N: I’M SO HONORED TO GET A SEDUCTIVE ANON GRAYZA ASK!! I’m gonna go all out for this since FT is ending lmao I haven’t written anything and completed it in so long, I don’t think this is good enough but I need to overcome my writer’s block! Do tell me what you think I need validation lmao

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They have been married for ten whole years.

They have known each other since childhood.

Yet, Gray still can’t understand what goes around in Erza’s mind.

Oh she was definitely a wonderful wife, a reliable comrade and basically everything he had been wishing for ever since he confessed to her under the warm sunset by the river, that was for sure.

One thing he hoped was that if she ever accepted his heart and opened up to him, he could finally be able to understand her better.

But in this case, he really couldn’t understand why there was a PIANO in the middle of the living room. He was pretty sure neither of them knew how to play.

Plus, Erza had never expressed interest in music besides singing in that play for a job request they did all those years ago. (Okay, they may or may not have completed requests similar to that because of Erza’s temporary interest in musicals but nothing about musical instruments).

“Gray! You’re finally back!” Erza practically ran to give him a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

Gray couldn’t hold back his smile. This was the life really. It was the kind of married life he pictured with Erza for a long time - in fact, it was MUCH better than he imagined - because Erza was much more affectionate than he could ever imagine even during one year of courtship. It was actually considered too short of a time for them to date and get to know one another to the other guild members but Gray wanted to make up for the YEARS it took for him to confess, so he didn’t waste time proposing. To his surprise, Erza agreed, saying she’d never find anyone as loyal and loving as Gray ever again, so she’d be dumb to not accept (which had Gray flustered for days).

His wife scanned him before sporting a look of approval. “Oh, you’re coming back from a job without a scratch for once.”

“It was an easy job, of course I’d come back without a scratch!”

“I guess this means you didn’t bump into Natsu and start a fight for no reason.”

“Hey, I’M the one giving him scratches!” Gray paused, “Wait a minute, that’s not the point! Why is there a piano in the middle of the living room?!”

“Isn’t it beautiful?! I’m going to play it to our baby!” She beamed as she softly rubbed her stomach.

Gray was so incredibly weak against the sparkles in her eyes but had to say something. “But Erza, you don’t know how to play the piano.”

“There’s always room for learning! And I will learn for our baby.” She declared. “You can join me too, Gray!” She gave him a big slap on his shoulder and grinned.

He couldn’t win against that look. Erza always had a knack for persuading him. When they were kids, she used her overwhelming physical strength to drag him to join her on missions and whatnot. As teenagers, the armored beauty simply used her cutting words making it almost impossible to argue against her (except a few times, when he wouldn’t back down with his beliefs and Erza couldn’t help but let him do what he wanted).

Then he fell in love and all Erza had to do to persuade him to do things he never thought he would do was to show off those sparkles in her eyes whenever she was excited about something new and hoped he would come along.

Erza probably didn’t realize that at some point she didn’t have to resort to forcibly dragging him. (And he realized maybe, just maybe she thought of him as someone special because she only asked him to join her and no one else. So in his point of view, they were having dates since way before he confessed).

Gray sighed but gave his wife a soft smile. “Well, I suppose learning from a lacrima piano will be easier.” He said as he sat down, quite excited to tap the piano keys.

“Lacrima piano?” Erza asked confused.

Gray turned to her. “Wait, this is a non-lacrima piano?”

“Of course, I must learn with my own strength after all.”

He smiled. “Well I’m sure a regular piano is at least less expensive than a lacrima one.” Erza suddenly had a robotic look. “It IS less expensive, right?”

“…maybe? Regular pianos are rare nowadays, it should be a given they’re a bit expensive, right?”

Gray sighed. Erza had always been quite the spendthrift, finding new armors almost every month. She just couldn’t resist. She had the money so it was up to her to spend on whatever she liked.

But now they were married with already one daughter and a son coming up, she would spend so much on them when their daughter wasn’t even all that interested in wearing tons of clothes in the first place (and she had a tendency to lose them, damn Gray and his stripping habit was apparently inheritable).

They weren’t strapped for cash or anything; in fact they were quite well off – with both Erza and Gray going on S-Class job requests together quite frequently until Erza was pregnant with their first child.

“But this piano will be worth the money, I’m sure of it!” She declared as she curled her hands into a fist (out of habit) and banged on the piano key. The sounds of the piano erupted in protest causing both husband and wife to flinch.

“Why is there a piano in the middle of the living room?”

Gray and Erza turned to see their nine-year old daughter at the doorstep.

“Violet! How was school?” Her mother asked brightly. Then her face quickly changed, “you didn’t get into another fight, did you?”

Gray could feel his sweat dropping. Erza always had to make sure her husband and daughter weren’t fighting unless it was for job requests.

“No! I did what you said and ignored that boy.” She said as she closed the door and walked towards them. Erza smiled proudly as she gave her a brief side hug.

“Should’ve beaten that bully to a pulp.” Gray muttered.

“Why, so that boy can receive the same treatment you did?” Erza teased, making him think back to his embarrassing behavior as a child.

“Hey, YOU were the one that beat me to a pulp, you were the bully!”

“What are you talking about? It was self-defense.” Erza simply responded.

Violet had told them (after lots of prodding) that a boy was annoying her lately and always picked a fight with her at school. Gray had asked if he was Natsu’s son but Violet denied, saying she didn’t even know the name of the kid and why that boy seemed to hate her.

Gray cringed when he remembered what Erza had responded that day.

“Hmm..maybe that boy secretly likes you?” Erza had said out of the blue.

“Hah?” Violet raised an eyebrow doubtfully. “That makes no sense.”

“I know, right? That’s what I thought about your father too.”

Erza ended up telling their daughter about Gray’s embarrassing history of trying to get her attention by challenging her to fights he was obviously going to lose. It took a lot of convincing on his part that - for a long time he was in love with her for the scarlet-haired woman to accept him, (one of them was admitting that he probably liked her ever since they first met) so there was no way Gray could deny it when Erza told their daughter Gray had a lousy way of getting her attention because he liked her.

Violet agreed that it was indeed lousy and immature, to which Gray hastily defended himself that he was just a kid and kids being immature is totally normal.

But hey, if he didn’t do it, there was no way Erza was going to talk to him so…it worked for him…sort of. (He was friend zoned for a long time but Gray was going to bury that tragic part of his love life forever. He didn’t think Erza would bring it up again).

“He didn’t bother me today so it was easy to ignore him.” Violet shrugged. “So where did the piano come from?”

“Your mother wants to play for your new little brother.”

Violet had a brief horrified look on her face.

“What?”

“Mama, if you’re going to play like you did just now; my new brother might come out deaf.”

“I’m going to learn!” Erza defended herself.

“From who? Papa?” Violet couldn’t help but sport a doubtful look. Gray shook his head.

“No, your father would be worse than me.”

“Hey!”

“Regular pianos aren’t easy to learn by yourself, Mama.” Violet reasoned gently. “You should just rest a bit more while you can before my brother comes out.”

Sometimes Gray couldn’t help but be stunned at Violet’s maturity. As she grew older, Gray saw more and more of Erza in her, and a touch of gentleness Gray had rarely seen from Erza when they were children.

Gray was glad that their lives had been much more peaceful and happier ever since Zeref and Acnologia had been defeated all those years ago. Zeref, the source of all the tragedy that had happened towards Gray and Erza in their childhood, had forced them to mature at a young age.

Gray prayed every night that Violet wouldn’t have to go through anything they had.

“I could hire a teacher or something.” Erza pouted, snapping Gray out of his thoughts.

For some reason, both Gray and Violet pictured the worst case scenario of a violent, pregnant woman raging on a poor, defenseless piano teacher.

“No.” They both answered. But Gray quickly added, “Coz you know…I’m not spending money on a teacher that probably isn’t even good enough to teach you.”

What was worse than Erza raging because of her hormones was a crying Erza. It was still his biggest weakness.

Violet rolled her eyes at her father’s excuse.

“I already bought the piano! If I don’t play it, who will?” Erza whined.

Violet let out a deep sigh. “Papa, scoot over.”

Gray and Erza were momentarily stunned. But Erza’s look quickly changed to an excited one. “Get off, Gray.” Violet was already pushing Gray away with her tiny hands.

“Hey!” He was sure both mother and daughter get a kick from bullying him.

As the notes hit their ears, Gray and Erza were transfixed as their daughter’s little fingers gently caressed the ivory keys. A beautiful melody resonated in their home, so different from the usual bickering sessions from none other than her own parents that would result in laughter.

When the melody gradually came to a stop, an explosive applause came from Violet’s side. Her mother was actually tearing up and clapping at the same time.

“I had no idea my baby could play like that!” Erza cried as she smothered her daughter in hugs and kisses.

Violet let out a small smile. She glanced at her father who was just gaping in awe. “Papa, you’re going to drool.”

Gray reddened in embarrassment and quickly snapped out of his trance. “Okay, where did you learn the piano?”

“They teach it at school.”

“They teach regular piano at school? How did we not know this? Since when? Erza stop suffocating the girl she can’t answer me.”

Erza loosened her hold but still didn’t completely let go. Her daughter was too amazing! Now if only Violet learnt her Requip magic too. But her daughter only wanted to learn Ice Make as she wasn’t all that interested in armor like her mother was. Of course, Erza was proud of her daughter learning Ice Make, she always thought Gray’s magic was very beautiful.

But still, she wanted to teach her daughter the few things she knew she was good at. Looking at Gray teaching Violet sometimes made Erza jealous. How was it that she was jealous of her own husband? Even though she was way stronger than him?

“There weren’t enough lacrima pianos when they first started teaching so the teacher let me play on a normal piano. Then once there were more lacrima pianos I said I didn’t want them.” Violet shrugged.

Erza nodded in understanding, the proud look never leaving her face. “Okay, Violet. I approve. You will be my teacher as of today.” She declared, to which Violet replied that her mother would still have to take care of her health if she was going to teach her.

“Erza, you don’t have to learn. Look, Violet can play for our baby.”

Erza pointed an accusing finger at her husband. “Why, are you jealous? That I will be spending quality mother-daughter time by letting her teach me?”

“Pfft – I was already spending father-daughter time when she said she’d learn Ice Make over your Requip!” Gray scoffed.

Violet was expecting her mother to argue back but instead was met with the sound of instant sobbing. “He’s right! Baby why won’t you learn my magic?! I want to be a good mother and teach you things too!” Erza tightly held onto her daughter.

Said daughter shot an annoyed look at her father who was instantly flustered and panicking. “Um…uh –That’s not - ”

Use-less, Violet mouthed to her father.

“Hey!” Gray indignantly rejected the claim.

Thus, ten whole minutes was spent on Violet wiping her mother’s tears and reassuring calmly she was the best mother in the world, while Erza declaring she wouldn’t kiss her husband for the rest of the week.

“Did you hear that Gray? I think our baby likes the piano! He definitely kicked just now!” Erza’s eyes sparkled again.

A soft smile graced his face, yet the ice-make wizard was internally hoping he would at least get an ally out of his son in the future, or else he’d never win in this house with both his beautiful wife and daughter ganging up on him.

#now to post the my other fics that haven't been updated over a year RIP #grayza #gray x erza #ft fics #ftfics #yurisakura #my writing #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #there's grayza week coming up too i gotta think of something FOR ONCE #thank u again seductive anon!!#anonymous #answered

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