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a series of promising events (1/5)

aaron hotchner x female! reader

word count: 7.9k :)

a/n: hello hello hello! this is my first hotch fic, and the first of three parts (edit: it’s actually 5 now lolol). it’s going to cover 8 (maybe 9?) events over the course of several years, so it needed to be broken up in the most rational way possible. this is my baby, and has been in the editing process with my lazy brain since september. please, please, please, let me know if the timeline or anything is confusing to you! i have a tendency to under explain things (as my profs will testify to), and i don’t want y’all to be confused. i hope whoever stumbles across this enjoys!

also, big shoutout to @winterscaptain, you are a gift to the world, tali. i am in love with the ajf universe, and that shit inspired me to polish this piece up for the tumblr verse to see.

alright friends, here we go.

link to part 2: here

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June 2005

You wouldn’t forget your first day in the BAU for as long as you lived. It was forever ingrained in your memory, the good, bad, and embarrassing moments all stored away. Stored away that is until Derek Morgan decided to dredge it back up as you passed your six month mark on the job.

Derek, Prentiss, Reid and yourself were finishing up paperwork in the bullpen after an unusually slow friday. You were usually the first one done, earning a groan from the doctor across from your desk. They all envied your English degree and professional writing skills.

“Hey bobo,” The nickname Derek had assigned to you was named after your alma mater, and extremely annoying. “Remember your first day, when I tricked you into doing Prentiss and my paperwork for almost two weeks?” You shook your head, not having to look at Morgan to be able to hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you think I could trick you again?”

7:47. Thirteen minutes earlier than you needed to be. Yet the room full of agents you were supposed to join was already filled. You liked these people already, they were punctual and functioned in the morning.

You pushed one of the glass doors open with your ballet flat, juggling your box of office supplies while keeping your crossbody balanced on your shoulder. The sound of fingers pounding on keyboards, phones ringing on loop welcomed you into the BAU. Along with a shove to your back, causing you to lunge forward. You felt something cold run down your back, cursing yourself for wearing a white blouse.

“Are you alright?” You looked up to find a tall mop of brown hair and big brown eyes looking down at you. “Well, I’m a little damp.”

He nodded while looking at your box full of sticky notes and pens. “You must be y/n l/n. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. We’ve been taking bets on what time you’d arrive. And you beat us all with your extreme punctuality.” You laughed. “Sorry to let you down. It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” You extended your hand for him to shake, but he just stared at your extended limb.

“Yeah, he doesn’t do that sort of thing.” The new voice came into view, shaking your hand that was meant for Reid. He was tall like Spencer, but was lean with a smile on his face. Confident. “I’m Derek Morgan. When JJ told us the new recruit graduated with an english degree, I expected someone with tweed elbow patches and big round glasses.”

“You’re an english major? Statistically speaking, only three percent of the agents that have been recruited for the BAU didn’t have any background in law enforcement or field experience.” This wasn’t the first time you’d been questioned at the FBI for being a liberal arts degree profiler. Your english degree and your fresh age of twenty five left many people to dismiss you through your time in the academy. But you got used to it.

“Sorry to disappoint your stereotypical profile of an FBI agent,” You started, shifting your weight between your feet, now uncomfortable and a little embarrassed in front of your new co-workers.

“Oh I didn’t mean it as an offense. I-” “He’s a genius, but he lacks some social cues. You’re the first girl he’s been around that’s his age in the workplace.” Morgan added and Reid elbowed his ribs. You covered the smile on your face as the two of them started to quietly bicker.

“Let the poor woman go and settle in at least before you harass her.” A brunette woman in a black pant suit came walking toward you. She had a stern face while looking at the two men, but when she turned to you, her face softened into a smile. “Special Agent Emily Prentiss. You do not understand how happy I am to have another woman out in this bullpen.”

You laughed as she led you to the empty desk across from Dr. Reid’s. “Welcome to your new home.”

“Thanks.” You placed your box down before taking the place in. “I’m supposed to meet with SSA Hotchner,”

“Agent l/n,” All heads turned to the man descending the stairs into the bullpen. He was taller than the other two, and that was saying a lot since they practically towered over you. He had a clean boys haircut, paired with a suit and tie. No question that this was the unit chief you were to report to. “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. Welcome to the BAU.” He shook your hand before looking at the others. “JJ’s ready to debrief in the conference room.”

And just like that, the three agents sprung into action, leading the way to the board room. “We can go over the particulars when we get back from Nebraska. You ready for your first case?”

His face didn’t change, no change of tone in his voice. He lived and breathed for the BAU. Until you noticed the wedding band on his left hand. It was always the first thing you looked for when you met someone new. It was shallow and patriarchal, you knew, but it was instinct. And it put you at ease knowing there was someone out there he was doing this for. Someone he didn’t have to hold this demeanor around.

“Ready.”

“Funny. But if you have any other insults to give, direct them to the head of the english department at Bowdoin. Mention that you’re talking about y/n l/n, with the 4.0 GPA.”

Prentiss led a slow clap as Derek shook his head.

“I think that’s what the kids are calling a ‘mic drop’.” Spencer added and you couldn’t help your laugh. “Alright kid, why don’t you get out of here before we inevitably find ourselves back.”

You turned off the lamp on your desk and grabbed your crossbody and backpack. “Have a good weekend guys. And Reid,” He looked up, and you laughed as he pushed his hair out of his face. “Please recite the old testament for these two if they mock me while I’m gone.” He gave you a mock salute as Prentiss flipped you off on your way to Hotch’s office.

In the six months you’d been here, these three people you shared the bullpen with had quickly become the siblings you never had. Morgan acted as your annoying older brother, constantly picking on you and Reid. Not only were you the newbie, but you were now the youngest, only a year behind Spencer. Emily Prentiss on the other hand, was the protective older sister you always dreamed of. She was confident and held her own against the male dominated team, but knew when to be soft spoken and caring with victims and the team when needed.

And then there was Dr. Spencer Reid. The smartest person on the planet, in your book. Sure, he was a little socially awkward and didn’t know when to stop listing off all the stats he knew, but you understood. He was consistently the youngest and smartest person in every classroom he walked into. There weren’t many people that wanted to get to know him without bullying him or picking apart his eidetic memory. Despite the problematic first encounter you shared, the two of you stuck together considering your combined intellect and young age. He taught you the ins and outs of the BAU, and helped you get accustomed to D.C. Although, Spencer himself hadn’t really ventured out into the city in the four years he’s been here. So the two of you tried to see as many things as you could in the rare weekends that you weren’t working a case. You worked your way through a third of the smithsonian's, and saw the Declaration of Independence. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little emotional while looking at it. Spencer had called you a nerd, and you didn’t mind one bit.

You walked up the steps to Hotch’s office, case reports in your hand from this week. The blinds were open, you could see him working through the stack of files on his desk. Despite the exhaustion written all over his face, his sport coat was still on, tie still impeccably tight around his neck. Even when he was in private he kept up the put together facade.

You knocked on the door, and heard a quiet ‘come in’ as you twisted the door knob. “L/n,” “I have my case reports from this week.” “Just place them on my desk.”

“How much longer are you here for?” He let out a sigh while closing the file in his hand.

“Another hour or two.” You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to the punch. “And before you offer to stay and help me, I don’t need any help.”

“You just don’t want to listen to me singing Coldplay under my breath.” He huffed out a semblance of a laugh. A month into your bout here, Morgan had accosted you on the jet on the way home from Milwaukee. None of you had slept in three days, and you were currently enthralled in your new mp3 player and Coldplay's newest album ‘X&Y’. After the third song, a paper cup was thrown at the back of your head, followed by a ‘I’m trying to sleep, bobo’ from Derek. It was a habit of yours that you had yet to kick.

“That’s part of the reason.” “I knew it.” He opened another file, and you took that as a cue to wrap up the conversation. You rummaged through your purse, looking for the blue envelope you sealed this morning.

“Um, I also wanted to drop this off. It’s for Jack, you mentioned he was being Christened this weekend.” You placed the card on top of the pile of paperwork, your cursive handwriting on top. “I was going to get him a stuffed animal or some type of toy, but he’s only three months old and wouldn’t know the difference. This check may be the penny that helps you guys afford Harvard.”

A real laugh escaped his lips now, as he picked up the card. “Thank you, y/n. You didn’t have to do this.” You smiled. “I know, but I wanted to. He’s a cute kid.”

He looked at the framed picture of Jack on his desk, then back up to you. No one else had mentioned the Christening after Hotch first brought it up. He was quiet, and only liked to talk about his family if he initiated the conversation. You could tell you were the only person who had reached out like this, with a simple gift.

Hotch had been the hardest person to get to know in your time here. Despite Morgan saying there are no secrets kept among the team, you knew these people had their demons. And Hotch certainly had enough both professionally and personally. You didn’t want to push the professional boundaries, but you always wanted to be present in the lives of people that you shared time with. To let them know you were thinking of them, and cared for them. It was probably your most damaging personality trait.

“I’ll let you finish your work so you can get home at a reasonable hour. Tell Haley I said hi.” He nodded. “I will y/n. Have a nice weekend.”

****

December 2005

You pride yourself in the fact that you haven’t shot your weapon in the year you’ve spent with the BAU. It meant that you were successful at connecting to these people’s emotions, despite the asterisk next to their name labeling them as a serial killer or sadist. Guns were there to protect you, and they were always the last result. But as you pulled up to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, you had a feeling your record was going to be broken.

The team was working a case where six bodies, two adult males and four teenage males, were found mutilated, along with a cut from sternum to belly button. It was the first case you worked that had no female victims. A small victory, in your mind. But, it was also the first case you worked that the profile of the unsub fit a sixteen year old girl, who had most likely been assaulted as a young child. When children were involved, the team acted differently. They were failed by the people that were supposed to care for them, they were consistently hurt with no one to turn to. And as a result, they would spend the rest of their lives paying for it.

You, Prentiss, and Hotch got out of the suburban, strapping the bullet proof vests onto your bodies. Thanks to Garcia, you had found the unsub’s location once she turned her cell phone back on. A cruiser pulled up behind you guys, two more cops falling out.

“Prentiss, you take the two officers down with you to the exterior basement access. L/n and I will take the main floor.” Hotch ordered as he pulled his gun from his holster.

You could feel the anxiety rising in your chest, but there was no time to calm it down. You barely had enough time to strap on your vest.

“Ready?” Hotch looked at you before taking another step toward the cabin. You nodded, pulling your own gun from it’s holster. “Ready.”

You followed him up to the front porch, announcing yourselves before kicking the door in. You cleared the living room as Hotch cleared the dining room and bathroom, leaving you both to meet up in the kitchen.

That was where you found her. You saw her first, hiding half of her face behind the rifle that she had pointed at you. She was trembling, dried tear streaks left on her cheeks. She was petrified.

“Stephanie Moore?” Her grip on the gun tightened at the mention of her name as you heard Hotch’s footsteps get closer. “My name is Y/n L/n, I’m with the FBI. I don’t want to hurt you Stephanie, but I need you to put the gun down.”

Hotch joined you on your left, both of you directing your weapons toward the young girl. “I did what I had to do to survive. They took everything from me, every last shred of dignity I had. I wasn’t going to let them kill me.” You never thought it would be possible for your heart to break while listening to an unsub. But this tiny girl standing in front of you, with her whole life ahead of her, it just hit you too hard.

“I know you did, Stephanie. You were so brave and so strong. Not many people could survive what you did.” She started to loosen her grip on the rifle, you were getting through to her. “I’m here to help you. I want to put an end to all of this.”

You glanced at Hotch and he gave the slightest nod, giving you the okay to take a step forward together. “I couldn’t let them get away with it.” Ever so slowly, the gun started to lower in her hands.

“You’re doing great. Just a little lower and this will all be over.” Before she could completely lower her weapon, you heard the storm door to the basement slam shut.

Stephanie jumped, raising her weapon back up in her hands.

“You said you were here to help me!” She exclaimed, the gun pointed at you as Hotch took another step forward. “I am Stephanie, but other members of my team are trying to help the boy you took.”

Fresh tears started to fall down her cheeks and you knew you were losing her. “Y/n,”

He whispered to you and she moved the gun from your chest to Hotch’s. “Shutup!”

“Stephanie, hey, look at me,” She shook her head, continuing her stare at Hotch. “He’s in on it, he has to be!”

“He’s not! He’s my boss, trust me, Stephanie.” You heard the safety go off, and before her foot landed as she took her first step towards Hotch, you emptied two rounds into her chest. He rushed forward as she fell, kicking away her gun and checking her pulse. Nothing.

You lowered your gun as your breathing increased, looking at the lifeless sixteen year old lying in front of you. A hand covered your mouth as you realized what you’d done.

You killed her.

You remembered what it felt like to be sixteen. Struggling to find your identity, wanting so desperately to be noticed by someone. For anyone to reach out and help you.

But you took that away from her. You ended her life before it even began.

“Are you guys okay?” You heard Prentiss come up through the basement, but your eyes were closed as she entered the room. “We’re good. Y/n took the shot.”

Hotch stood up and dared a look at you, taking in your grief stricken state. “Did you find the boy?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna be fine.”

Before Emily could greet you, you ran to the corner of the room, heaving up whatever was inside your almost empty stomach. Your throat burned as you threw up for a second time, vaguely registering two people calling your name.

“You’re okay, y/n,” Prentiss approached you, gently resting a hand on your back. You coughed a few more times before a towel was being rushed to your side. “It’s okay.”

The whirring of more sirens forced you to open your eyes and straighten up from your sick position. Prentiss had eyes filled with concern, not letting go of you until you gave her a slight nod. She handed you a water before she exited the house, letting two uniforms in. They went straight to Hotch, asking questions and looking over the body before their eyes landed on you. You felt exposed, like you were the one lying lifeless on the ground for all to see. You took a few deep breaths to get your breathing under control, and tore your gaze away from Stephanie.

Hotch finished his conversation with the officers before walking over to you. “Hey,” He rested a hand on your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but flinch. “It was a clean shot, but protocol states they have to take your gun and badge as well as give a statement to IA.” You nodded, taking your badge from your pocket. “They’re gonna take you back to the station and do an interview. This should all be wrapped up in a few hours. We’ll meet you back there, alright?”

You glanced up at his big brown eyes, warm as they bore into yours instead of their usual slanted nature. “Okay.”

The two officers escorted you to their patrol car, taking your badge and gun before you got in. You felt naked without them, like you were a nobody wandering the streets looking for someone to help, or looking for someone to help you.

It was a good thirty minute ride to the station from the cabin, and when you got there a detective from IA was already waiting for you. They led you into an interrogation room where they already had Section Chief Strauss hooked up through video call. Great.

The questions they asked were pretty straight forward, nothing that couldn’t be answered by a crime scene report from the technicians. But the government insisted on interviewing cops involved in shootings, just in case it wasn’t legal. As if anyone wanted to deal with the psychological repercussions of taking another’s life.

It took them nearly an hour and a half to get through the interrogation. In part due to you almost throwing up a third time as Strauss asked you to repeat the moment you shot Stephanie. They gave you a few minutes to regroup, some ginger ale and crackers from the vending machine to help settle your stomach. They took your fingerprints last, letting Strauss finish up with the bureaucratic discussion.

“That’s all for now Agent L/n. We’ll debrief tomorrow morning when you’re back in Quantico.” “Yes ma’am. Thank you.”

They led you out of the interrogation room and back through the lobby leaving you at the conference room your team had been set up in the last three days.

The white boards were still littered with images of the victims, crime scenes, and the unsub. Piles of evidence were scattered along the table, and you tried to resist looking through them again. You knew if you went through the images of the mutilated boys again, you wouldn’t survive the emotional turmoil. But you needed to know that you made the right choice, the only choice to prevent more families from going through the same pain and suffering as the Corbins.

You turned to the white board, glancing at the first victim. Connor Corbin was fifteen years old, on the varsity soccer team, and involved in musical theatre. He was cousins with the teenager that abused Stephanie. She targeted all the men in her abusers life, letting them know what he did to her. Wanting them to understand the pain she’d had to endure because of their ignorance.

You looked through the rest of the victims, the abusers two younger brothers, father and uncle were among those killed. The boys were only twelve years old. You brought a hand up to cover your mouth, remembering meeting their mother on the first day you were here. JJ was the one to speak to her, as the communications liaison, most people trusted her with being the most empathetic. That fact was up for debate, in your opinion. She was a wreck, and JJ needed help comforting her from Morgan. But you understood, boy had you understood. Her whole family was killed.

“Y/n,” You jumped, startled by the new voices in the room. Hotch, Spencer, and JJ had arrived back at the station. “Did they clear you?”

You nodded as Spencer walked over to you. “Yeah, Strauss just wants to debrief again tomorrow morning.” “Of course she does.”

Section Chief Erin Strauss is a hardass and not the biggest fan of the BAU. “Did they give you your piece back?” Your hand immediately flew to your left hip, void of your gun and holster. “No, I completely forgot about it.” You went to move toward the door, but Spencer laid a hand on your forearm. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.” He gave your arm a comforting squeeze before leaving the conference room.

You spared a glance at Hotch as you started cracking your knuckles. “JJ, why don’t you call the airstrip, tell them to get the jet ready.” “Yes sir.”

In an effort to keep your mind busy, you started to take down the pictures from the white board, erasing all Reid’s notes in his barely legible handwriting. The boy had three PhD’s, yet couldn’t figure out the concept of penmanship.

“Are you alright?” “Fine.” You pulled an empty manila folder out, stuffing Connor’s pictures in. “You don’t have to clean this up for them.” “I know.”

He sighed. “Y/n, stop.” His voice was stern now and you dropped the files. “I asked if you were alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be alright, Hotch?” You crossed your arms over your chest, letting a breath out. “We found her, we saved her from hurting anyone else, and we brought closure to Mrs. Corbin. Case closed, the BAU gets to go home.”

Your eyes started to water but you refused to bring your hands up to wipe them away. You wouldn’t let them fall. “We’ve all been where you are right now.”

“I’m confident that you’ve never felt what I’m feeling before.”

“Try me.” He didn’t flinch, his hands remained in his pockets, stare heavy on your own.

“When JJ presented this case to us, that two teenage boys and their fathers had been murdered, it was a no brainer for all of us to take it. Two twelve year old boys dead, two more teenagers missing, how could we not take it? But then we got here, and we met with the victims' families, we learned the boys' backgrounds, the unsub’s profile.” You scoffed, not sure who you were angered with at the moment. “This girl was raped by a seventeen year old boy and his father for two years, and we’re still supposed to treat her like a monster, like Tim Vogel?” You shook your head. “I’m not condoning what she did, but, can you blame her? And then we went in, and she had a gun raised at us. I would’ve been able to talk her down, I know I could’ve saved her if she didn’t have the gun.”

“But she had a gun.” You nodded. “She had a gun and it was raised at you. And I didn’t even flinch to take the shot. All it took was two seconds for me to forget her pain, her trauma, and reduce her to a sick serial killer.”

Even though that’s what Stephanie ultimately was, you didn’t want to accept it. Because she was a person before she went through all that pain, she was someone’s daughter, who was involved in gymnastics and softball, and had stuffed animals scattered across her bedroom. God, were you ever going to forget what she looked like?

“Feeling guilty about taking someone’s life is a good thing. It means your human, that you care.” Hotch freed his hands from his pockets, taking the file you packed out of your grip. “You’re not like them, y/n.”

You dared a glance at him as you felt more tears spring to the surface. Those big brown eyes could tell a story all on their own, and right now, they were pleading for you to believe him. You would try.

“Got the goods.” Spencer came back in, your gun and credentials in hand. “They really had the audacity to I.D. me, as if we hadn’t just worked a case with them the last seventy two hours.”

He got you to laugh, which served you enough cover to wipe your eyes dry. And out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw a rare smile cross Hotch’s face.

But Aaron knew there was more to your guilt than just this little girl. He was the leader of this team, it was his job to know the people he was in charge of like the back of his hand in order to keep them safe. And in the year that you’d been here, he noticed how reserved you were. Too reserved and too broken for a twenty-six year old. How you took on the giver persona to hide the fact that you were terribly closed off to others and your emotions. You would be the first to offer help, to be a listening ear, or lend your shoulder to cry on. But you never accepted it from anyone. Not that you had to, until today.

When Hotch started to notice you and Spencer growing closer at the three month mark, he was excited. Proud, even. He knew you were struggling with the gruesome cases (he knew you threw up after every crime scene, despite your best efforts with barf bags and travel size mouthwash) and hoped you could share your burdens with the young doctor. But it seemed like they only grew in time, like the smile on your face. Hotch just hoped you knew your limits.

“Gather whatever else you guys need for Quantico. Wheels up in thirty.” Reid nodded for both of you as Hotch left the conference room, presumably to find JJ.

“Everything okay in here?” He asked as you continued to empty the white boards, this time at a faster pace. Of course he had noticed the red rim on your waterline and the red tip on your nose. Spencer could read you better than anyone else, regardless of being a profiler or not.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just talked through the case.” His feet stayed nailed to the ground, yet his eyes continued to stick to the back of your head. You sighed and stopped moving, turning to face him. “Spencer, I can feel you boring holes into the back of my head.”

He had a sheepish smile and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. We have copies of all this back at the office, I already faxed it over to Garcia. Why don’t we spend the next twenty eight minutes searching for a good burger before the flight home.”

You smiled. “Okay. As long as I can get a vanilla shake, too.”

****

May 2006

Growing up, you always wanted an office job. A boring nine to five with your own cubicle, a script to follow when your phone rang and a customer needed help. You’d have a generic wall calendar pinned on the particle board, sticky notes littering your monitor screen, and maybe a few pictures of pets and future family. It was safe, predictable, and what you were constantly told all you would be capable of.

Now, as you’re sitting on the FBI owned jet with your six special agent coworkers, you can’t imagine living that life you once dreamt of.

It was nearing two a.m., and you were two hours into the flight home from Los Angeles. Reid was passed out on the couch, Prentiss and JJ in the same state of mind in the cluster of four chairs, legs spread out. Morgan and Rossi were sitting across from one another, each listening to their own playlists. And by the way Rossi was tapping his fingers against the arm rest, you knew it was some genre of opera.

This left you in the back of the jet, staring out the window as you passed over Nebraska. You always had the map up on your screen, wanting to know every state you passed over. No matter the case, you always looked forward to the plane ride. It calmed you, oddly enough.

“Not tired?” Hotch took the seat across from you, handing you one of the two cups of tea. “Plane rides are too exciting for me to catch any sleep.”

You took a sip of the hot drink and your face scrunched out of instinct. You never liked tea, but you tried it again and again when people assured you that it would calm you down. It never worked.

“You could just say no,” He added and you smiled. “I know. But my taste buds may change one of these times.”

He took a sip out of his own cup, no change of expression on his face. You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips and his eyes narrowed on you.

“What?”

“Well, you may enjoy the taste, but it seems like it’s calming chamomile effect has never worked on you, either.” “We’re not supposed to profile each other.”

“Then don’t even think about rattling off excuses of why I’m not sleeping.”

He looked down at his cup, slowly nodding his head. “Well if you don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering you, because I know it’s not sleep, I can bore you with Jack’s sleep routine we have to stick to.” You smiled. “You know that I’m the only one on this team that would actually be interested in Jack’s sleeping routine. Hell, anything with that chubby little baby would interest me. Bring it on, Hotch.”

It was no secret that Jack Hotchner was your favorite person on the planet. Not only was he the chubbiest little nugget you’d ever seen, he was the result of two of the strongest people you knew.

The first time you met Haley, she was six months pregnant with Jack, begging Hotch to leave the office early for a date night. You made the afternoon walk up to his office, dropping off some files for him to sign when you first saw her.

“Come on, Aaron. This baby is going to be here before we know it, and who knows the next time we’ll have any alone time will be.”

Before he could respond, you knocked on the open door. Both of their heads snapped over to you, and a red blush of embarrassment spread across your cheeks. “Sorry to interrupt, sir. Just dropping off some reports for you to sign off on.”

You smiled at the petite blonde woman while placing the files on the desk. “It’s okay l/n. This is my wife, Haley Hotchner. Haley, this is Agent y/n l/n, she started about a month ago.” She smiled back at you, extending a hand to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I’ll leave the agent part out, it makes you sound like a robot.” She said and glared at her husband before placing her hand back on her growing belly. You laughed once you heard Hotch let out a breath, knowing he wasn’t offended with her joke.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The smile only grew on your face as you looked at her, admiring her own belly. “Congratulations on the baby. It’s always exciting to bring a baby into the world.”

“Thank you. If only my husband thought going out with me was half as exciting, he would’ve been gone a half an hour ago.” “Haley!” He was more than surprised that she would speak so cavalierly while at the office, especially around someone he had barely gotten a chance to know yet. But the two girls only shared a laugh.

“Hotch, why don’t you go. I can hold things down around here.” “Y/n, it’s not your responsibility to. And quite frankly-” You dropped a file to the desk, boldly interrupting your bosses statement. You were only acting like this because you knew his wife deserved half the attention he gave to this place. “It’s a friday night, and your beautiful, pregnant wife is asking you to go to dinner with her. JJ and I will be here if anything comes up, I’ll even redirect your calls to my desk.”

“I like you.” Haley said with a smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. “She means business.”

Hotch let out a sigh, reluctantly grabbing his briefcase and punching a few buttons on his phone to make sure his calls went to you. “You or JJ call me immediately if I’m needed.”

“Promise. Now go have fun.” He gave you the smallest smile as he grabbed Haley’s extended hand to him. “Thank you, y/n. I owe you one.” Haley said as they exited his office. But you weren’t looking for a favor in return. You did this to make them happy, and you always felt better when those that surrounded you were at their best.

But Haley did end up paying you back. She asked you to babysit the first night her and Hotch went out after the baby was born. Apparently, she was impressed with your background in social services that Rossi had drunkenly let slip at the office christmas party. And only you would get excited to babysit a poopy baby, for free. And you continued to do it as many times as they needed you to.

You earned a smile from the reserved unit chief, and raised a fist in the air. “I’ll have to add that to the team tally sheet. I’m now tied with Reid for the lead in making you crack a human expression.” “Doesn’t matter who’s in the lead, you’re all behind Jack.” He quipped back and you returned his smile.

You looked back out the window of the jet, the view of any terrain was quite literally clouded. You could see the moon reflecting on the puffy clouds, and you knew then and there you could be converted to a night person if you could look at this view every night.

“I wanted to check in with you, about Randall Garner.” You looked back to your boss, eyes glued to your own, an earnest gaze in them. “With what happened last time-”

“Last time it was a sixteen year old girl. This time it was a psychotic father who was torturing his child. There’s a broad spectrum.”

“So you don’t feel guilty about taking his life?” The way your stomach flipped at the mention of your actions merely hours ago should have worried you more than it did.

“Of course I feel guilty.” You quipped back, and quickly looked around to make sure you didn’t disturb anyone else. Hotch didn’t even flinch. “I didn’t take this job to play God. I wanted to help people, I wanted to stop people from getting hurt. To be on the other side of the heartbreak.”

Before transferring to Quantico, you worked as a social worker in Brooklyn for three years, straight out of college. You saw first hand the horrors and trauma that came with being in the foster system, and you wanted to help children going through the same situation you had.

This became your life, even after you escaped it. And one day, it became too much. You needed a fresh start, to make a change and help people from a different platform. And with your degree in English, and minor in psychology, the BAU seemed to be a perfect fit for a new career.

“Why did you leave DCFS?” It irked you to no end how his voice stayed so calm when he was clearly agitated. Especially since the silky smooth tone had talked you off an emotional ledge one too many times.

“Why are you interrogating me? Strauss said it was a clean shot, that she was proud to have a man like that dead and accounted for.” A direct quote from the ever emotionless section chief. If only she had any field experience, she would understand what this job was like. “Besides, I’ve been here for a year and half. You should have my file memorized by now.”

“Half of your file is sealed. Strauss must have a soft spot for you.” You actually laughed at that. Strauss most certainly did not have a soft spot for you. She was however under orders from the Attorney General of New York to keep my file sealed, no matter my employer.

“My sealed file has nothing to do with the actions I took tonight.” You uncrossed your legs now and turned your body to face him. This conversation wasn’t ending any time soon. “If I needed help grieving this process, I would ask for it, Hotch. I’m fine.”

He wanted to believe you. More than anything else, he wanted to believe that you had found a routine that helped you forget the daily horrors you saw. But he knew that you were the last to leave the office every night, he knew you drove home with the light on in the backseat of your car every night. Deep down, he knew you weren’t fine.

“We don’t ever truly know the people we work with. Despite the fact that we say there are no secrets in this unit, we all have our own demons we hold onto. I know you’re not fine, y/n.” You let out a strained laugh as you started tapping your foot anxiously against the ground.

“I do though.” For the first time tonight, Hotch had no idea what you were talking about. His furrowed brow only made your throat tighten. “I know every single one of these people’s secrets. They confide in me because they know about my past with DCFS. Everything I knew was confidential, and it ate me up inside not being able to tell anybody the horrors these children go through.” You ran a hand through your hair; the flood gates were open. You feared there would be no turning back now. “It started out as me just wanting to get to know them. I wanted to be liked, and I wanted to trust my coworkers. And then overnight, I became Father l/n, sworn to secrecy by the Parish of the FBI. I’ve become a suggestion box, papers filling me up to the top and no one is coming to empty me out.

“But I can’t even be mad at them,” I said as my eyes started to water, remembering what Spencer said to me two months into our friendship. “Spencer told me I’m the only person that’s ever listened to his problems without suggesting that he see someone to talk to. He said I was the only person that’s ever laughed at his stuffy jokes without making fun of him. I can’t be mad at them for confiding in me in their time of need. But I’m just,” You tried to smile as a tear rolled down your cheek. “I’m just really overflowing.”

Aaron Hotchner was lucky enough to have never experienced a heartbreak in his life. He met Haley his junior year of high school, she was his first and only girlfriend, hurling him into a life of love and happiness, sparing him any pain from loving someone too much. But as he watched you break in front of him, feeling so overwhelmed by the responsibility to be everyone’s rock, to be everyone’s source of light, he experienced his first heartbreak. And he was sure he never wanted to feel it again.

“So confide in me.” You didn’t think his tone could become any softer. His baritone voice had already been strained to keep from waking the others, and he somehow became even softer. But you shook your head, quickly bringing your hands up to wipe the tears that fell down your face. “Why not?”

“Because you’re the boss. You have all of us to worry about when we’re in the field. You have Strauss breathing down your neck, waiting for one of us to screw up.” He rested his elbows on his knees, slightly leaning toward you. “Most importantly, you have Haley and Jack that need you to be their confidante. That beautiful family needs you to be there when you’re not here.”

“Y/n, if you can’t come talk to me when you’re drowning in your own thoughts, I’ve failed you as a boss.” He sighed at your continued silence. “I can’t force you to open up. But I can’t watch you give and give and give without earning a reprieve of your own.”

So the two of you sat there, in a deafening silence, as you counted the seconds passing by. You were both too stubborn to pull away first, because that would be admitting defeat, and this conversation would end then and there. You counted to one hundred and eighty seconds, three minutes, when you finally got tired of staring into the endless brown eyes of Aaron Hotchner.

You thought carefully about what you were going to say, what you would reveal in the magic that covered the two a.m. air. And no matter how hard you tried to in those one hundred and eighty seconds, you could not keep your eyes from watering.

“I grew up in foster care.” You started, scanning his face for any judgements. You weren’t going to find any. “The last, and most permanent foster parents I had were horrible. It was basic shit that happened to every kid in foster care, nothing scandalous enough to get them to be turned in. But their birth son,” You swallowed, trying to resist the urge to pick your fingernails. “He moved back in with them when I was fifteen. He was a loser, and he started to take a share of the subsidy checks. I heard him in the living room one night with Charlotte, one of the younger girls that lived there. She was only twelve, and I found him pinning her to the couch, a knife to her throat. And I just snapped. I lunged at him, knocking him off of her. It’s all blurry now, except for when I stabbed him in the throat.” My hand scratched at the side of my neck, subconsciously finding the spot I stabbed him. “He died before the ambulance got there. Charlotte and I both gave statements, and it was ruled as self defense. But the statement still lives in my file, and with some convincing, I got Strauss and DCFS to keep it sealed.”

In all honesty, Hotch didn’t know what to expect when you decided to open your mouth. But he never would’ve guessed this. Not from the doe eyed kid that never forgot a birthday, that got everyone a donut and coffee on Monday mornings. Not from the kindest person he worked with.

“You know that took a lot of courage to get out, so it would be nice if you could say something.” You started to panic, wondering if he saw you as a monster, as a killer.

“You were the oldest one there, weren’t you?” Your eyes widened, how did he know that? “You grew up quick and took on the role of the parent for those younger kids. You wanted them to be safe, stay innocent for as long as they could.”

You finally tore yourself away from his gaze, starting to become too strong. Baby steps.

“None of us had a family. I tried my hardest to shelter them from those people and make a family out of the five of us. And it worked. Because all four of them still reach out and tell me how successful they are.”

“But they don’t feel like your family.” You had a sad smile and looked back up at him.

“Do you ever stop profiling?” He mirrored the smile you gave him. “No, they don’t. But I was old enough to understand that they needed each other more than I needed them. Besides, I found a pretty weird family to take me in.”

You earned another laugh from Hotch as you made a check mark in the air, referencing the team tally. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, searching through the cash and cards he had in there.

“What are you doing?” He pulled out a thin wallet picture and turned it over to you. It was of him, Haley, and Jack on his first birthday. “You’ve got more than one weird family to belong to.”

He extended the picture to you, but you shook your head, the anxiety forming a pit in your stomach. “Hotch, this is your family. I can’t,”

“You can. And this family wouldn’t be half as happy as they are in this picture if it weren’t for you and everyone on this team.” You smiled down at the picture, Jack had frosting from his birthday cake all over his face. You reached out and took it between your fingers. “You’re a giver, y/n. You wear your heart on your sleeve and exude more empathy than we know what to do with.” You let out a laugh as you pulled out your own wallet now, tucking the picture in one of the plastic sleeves. “It’s time you learned how to accept the love you give.”

It was deep, too deep to be coming from your boss on the private jet at two in the morning. But he was more than just your boss, and they were more than just your team. And this job, boy this job was so much better than sitting in a cubicle, answering questions from a recited list.

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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 3 years

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My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief

Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable

Percy is trying very hard to be good

Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened

“I’m going to kill her”

I wish I’d decked her right there

Percy turns red when he gets called on

Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods

Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare

Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures

Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room

Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip

Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed

Percy has to get summer jobs

Grover is a very bad liar

Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different

Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies

Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die

Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed

Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop

Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous

Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED

She wanted to be a novelist

Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad

His cigars make Percy nauseous

He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere

He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”

If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”

Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school

Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades

Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy

She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing

She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone

Percy wants to punch Gabe

Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week”

Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault

Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut

They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”

Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion.

Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around

Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom

In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death.

Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!”

Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him

Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof

Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger

Sally gets killed by the minotaur

She’s actually stolen by Hades

Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side

Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch

Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia

Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur

Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe

He considers lying about his age and joining the army

Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking

Grover is nervous about Mr. D

But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat

The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim

The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them

Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do

The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty.

Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes

Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.

He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor

Luke is 19

He’s in cabin 11

Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls

The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys

Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers

Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly

Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store.

Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling

The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing

Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand.

Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years

Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon)

Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades.

Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.

Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.

When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds

Thalia wound up becoming a tree.

Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind.

Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil

Clarisse has an electric spear

It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it

One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm

Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting

Luke wins capture the flag

Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother.

Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.

No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.

As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.

When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.

Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.

When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.

“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy.

Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training.

Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.

Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance.

Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him.

It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to.

Dionysus wants to kill Percy.

Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to.

Percy has a nervous laugh.

Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.

Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.

Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight.

The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights.

Percy is scared of the oracle.

Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe.

Percy doesn’t have many friends.

Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on.

Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions.

Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope.

Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry.

Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised.

Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one.

Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way.

The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas.

He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.

The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose.

Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena.

Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen.

Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy.

Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.

Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift.

Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake.

Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.

Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far.

Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her.

Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father.

Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon.

Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe.

Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld.

Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill.

Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him.

Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are.

Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.

Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.

This makes Percy immediately want a shower.

Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.

This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link.

Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.

He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt

Or to save the world

Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally.

Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack.

The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld.

Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it.

Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)

Percy can speak Latin

Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him.

The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue.

“Your head is full of kelp.”

In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door.

Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger.

Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “What Happened.”

Sorry for any issues this one might have, but I am trying to write it between flights and and scrambling to find a plug that will work, so I hope you like it anyway, and I hope it answers some questions you have

Three months leave

IT was going to take an extra three months before the ship would be ready for launch. Even as they spoke, it was docked at the Europa station as they put on the final finishing touches. Until then, it had been Commander Vir’s job to go through files on the personnel he wanted aboard his new crew.

He had suggested some alien additions to make the crew more diverse, which the GA had loved considering that the ship was an amalgamation of both human and alien technology. It had Rundi communications systems, Celzex weaponry, Vrul shields, and a Tesraki warp core. The design otherwise was completely human. But for those reasons, the project was obviously very time consuming, and they were lucky that it was going to be finished in as little a time as it was.

Sunny hadn’t seen Adam very much in the last month or so considering that he had been working hard to find an extra five hundred members for his crew, and speak with the brass about what he had seen on the other side of the wormhole.

Sunny knew that it was important that Adam do his job, but a part of her was annoyed they hadn’t been able to speak properly since getting back.

Instead, she was stuck in base housing on the cost, alone and with nothing to do aside from long walks on the beach. She had never been the the beach beforehand as anin didn’t have any substantial bodies of water like that, at least near her, and there was something about the endless water that unsettled her. Even Krill and Conn were off doing important things. Krill was giving his services to a level one trauma center in New York, and Conn was helping the base MPs conduct polygraph tests, though he had sort of replaced the polygraph.

That left Sunny alone most days to think.

She hadn’t gotten over Adam’s disappearance, and not how he had tricked her, pushing her from the bridge before turning around and preparing himself for death. She felt a bit cheated, and like a decision had been made for her. She wasn’t stupid, logically she knew that is what she would have done if she were in his place, so she couldnt fault him for that, though she still coudln’t help feeling hurt over it.

And these thoughts she was left to stew on, tossing and turning in the quiet of the night while everyone else was out and busy.

Needless to say she didn’t expect the little bell on her front door to ring late one evening, and when she opened the door she certainly didn’t expect to see Adam waiting on her front porch.

HE was smiling, though the skin around his face and neck were already flushed a light pink with embarrassment.

In his arms, he held a large collection of flowers.

“May I come in?”

“Adam!” Her surprise was a bit delayed

He shuffled his feet, “I uh, I got the go ahead to take the day off so I…. thought I would see you.”

He shifted again.

He looked better now than he had on returning from his ordeal, face clean-shaven and in clean clothes that actually fit, though she had to admit his cave-man look hadn’t been so bad.

She stepped aside, and he tentatively followed.

She closed the door and he turned to face her, “I uh…. um … well I…. flower…. Or I mean, I got you, flowers I…… Bought some, but also picked…. some ….. I not that that really matters I just.”He sighed took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “I got you flowers.” he held them out, and she took them in half amusement, picking one from the top and popping it into her mouth before setting them down on the little side table.

“Look, I’m sorry we haven't been able to talk since I got back… and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little bit of me avoiding having a tough conversation.”

“I like that you are at least being honest with me.” She said quietly., “Do you want to sit down?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on a walk…. I.. I think better when I walk.”

She shrugged and agreed, following him outside to where a thin layer of clouds had veiled the sun which was slowly inching towards the horizon. The clouds muted the colors and the sea was grey in the distance.

Together they walked a little ways along the sand, him shifting nervously, and her walking to the side, relaxed though she didn’t feel like it

The silence stretched on for nearly a mile before Sunny -- growing frustrated -- was forced to break it.

“You tricked me.”

He looked down at his feet, “I did.”

“You tricked me, and because of that I have had some of the worst few months of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I understand you did what you thought you had to, and I get it that if I was in your place, I would have done the same without hesitation, but…. I I feel cheated, and I feel used, and for some reason I can’t stop it.”

He looked away, “I’m not sure what to say.”

“At least say SOMETHING.”

HE turned to face her single green eye wide. Looking down she could sense that his hands were shaking. A part of her felt bad about that, but they needed to have this conversation, and she wasn’t going to let him out of it.

“I… would do it again to save your life, and I won’t apologize for that, but I’m sorry that that’s how you feel.”

“I thought we were a team.”

“And we are.”

She paused, her feet digging hard into the sand, and he drew to a halt beside her, “I need you to understand Adam, when Drev say a team, they mean a battle pair and that means….”

“I know, I know……. I know what it means, and I am agreeing with you.”

“Will, you try, for me.”

“Yes, but sunny, I I don’t know how well it will work out, I…. well I’m broken when it comes to this sort of thing I don’t even know if I can.”

They went silent again and she could see the veins pulsing in the side of his neck. Beads of sweat collected on his brown and face. He looked almost nauseous, like he was scared or something, that too made her feel bad, but she didn’t really know how to help.

On instinct, she reached out a hand, inches from his before pausing, “I…. Can I?”

He paused look down at her hand.

His clenched into a fist.

He was pale whit like snow now.

“I…. I don’t think I can right now but…. Thanks for asking.”

She watched the expression on his face closely, and on his face she saw him proceed through a rapid series of emotions starting with fear, working over to shame, sadness and finally ending on guilt.

He turned away.

She walked up next to him, head tilted, “You don’t have to, Adam, but maybe if you told me why I could better understand. Of course you don’t have to.”

He took a deep shaky breath, “You deserve to know. But just don’t… I don’t know laugh or something. I know logically it wasn’t a big deal but….”

“Adam, I promise I won't laugh, you have my word.”

He nodded his head slowly and sighed, “I can trace it all back to one event I think. It was MY freshman year of high school…. Maybe and I was the awkward, nerdy sci-fi weirdo who believed in UFOs and Aliens.

***

Adam Sat Under a tree outside the school arms wrapped around his knees back tucked against the bowl of a tree which cast the shadow of its leaves down over the ground to wave and rustle in a light breeze.

It was lunch break, and he was watching the other teens standing around in their cliches. The football jocks were playing a game to one side, the cheerleaders were clustered around a bench, and all the rednecks were sitting in the back of their trucks in the parking lot laughing loudly and occasionally turning on their trucks just to rev the engines as loud as possible.

His hair was long-ish, kind of scruffy and hanging down around his ears. The clothes he wore were baggy hand me downs from his older brother Jeremy (a senior) and shoes with holes in them from his older brother Thomas.

He didn’t mention the holes to his mom, dad was in between jobs right now, not that it was a big deal, he would find work, it was just paperwork in the way, but he didn’t want to worry her with something extra that didn’t matter right now.

He looked down at the ground where he had a stack of books waiting in the grass for him, The Martian, War of the Worlds, and an old tatty compendium of start wars stuff with pictures and diagrams.

The T-shirt he was wearing was one he had purchased online, and had a diagram of the star-trek enterprise on it.

He shuffled his feet in the grass waiting for his brothers to show up and feeling sort of lonely as he waited.

Since he was a little younger, he got out a half an hour before they did, and only got to spend thirty minutes of his half hour lunch break with them, otherwise he tried to avoid people as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was bullied per-se, because he wasn’t really, neglected by his peers was probably a better term for it.

They were nice to him in the way you are nice to small children or crazy people, keeping up polite conversation just long enough to leave as soon as possible. He was used to the treatment, and didn’t bother subjecting people to his presence more than he had to. He knew he was weird.

He was sure he would have a harder time if it were not for his older brothers. Jeremy, who was a popular football player, David because he was student body president, and arguably the best looking guy in school, though he never seemed to be dating anyone, and Thomas, who was a bit of a loose cannon and didn’t mind getting in fights to protect his family members when he wasn’t hanging out with the other weird and unpredictable kids.

He was sitting there thinking about his brothers and staring down at the grass, when he saw a pair of shoes appear in his vision. They were white vans, or something similar with bright green laces, and when he looked up he saw a girl standing over him. The school was small enough that he recognized her immediately. Her name was Amanda and she jumped between the Drill team and the Basketball Girls click.

She was smiling, and he watched her as she turned her head back to her group of friends who were giggling and trying not to look like they were looking over in their direction.

Adam sat up a little straighter, “Can I help you.”

She smiled at him, her cheeks slightly pink, “HI…. Adam.”

He frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

She shuffled her feet, and off in the distance, her friends giggled and looked away.

“Can I help you with something?’ He wondered, waiting for the punchline somewhere. Something about the weird UFO kid, or maybe they were going to ask him to help them do something against school rules, so when they got caught they could all blame it on him. Or maybe they were going to ask him to be the designated Sherpa for their bags or something.

He had been tricked into most of those things before, though by now the teachers and the principal knew that he was just socially stupid and not a troublemaker.

“Relax ok, I’ve just come to say sorry?”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for treating you like you were weird.” When she smiled it seemed genuine, “You see its…. One of my friends.” More giggling I the background, “She thinks you’re cute, but she didn’t know how to act before.”

He glanced past her to where the group of girls had burst in to excessive giggling.

He frowned again, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

She crossed her arms, “Serious, Adam.”

“Who is this friend of your.” His eyes narrowed, but past that he was looking towards one of the girls in the group. She was pretty with honey blonde hair and an infectious smile. She played the violin, and he knew for a fact that she was a comic book nerd. He had seen her carrying them around, and she was a petty good artist too. He felt his face flush a bit but tried to fight it back.”

“She smiled, “Avery.”

His eyes shot wide, and he felt his face turn scarlet. The part of his brain that had been skeptical immediately shut off as the human brain is prone to do when they think something good might be about to happen.

“I… really.”

She grinned, “Really.” She reached into her pocket and passed him a note, “She wants you to meet her by the stadium.”

His hands were shaking a bit as he took the note, but he felt his heart hammering in excitement.

Was this his way out of exile?

He had always been extroverted, starved for all the friends he wanted and all the people he wanted to talk to. Avery had the life that he wished he did, a large circle of friends, and fun things to do every weekend.

Maybe with her around, he would finally have that.

All the better if they were dating, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He watched as the group of girls dispersed and Avery moved towards the back of the building over towards the stadium, her beautiful, honey-blond hair blowing in the wind.

He stood awkwardly gathering up his things and shoving them in his bag without zipping the zipper all the way before turning and cutting around the other side of the school. His heart hammered in his chest and his hands were cold and sweaty as he made his way around the other side of the building and towards the stadium.

His heart only began to race faster when he saw her standing alone under the stadium between the cross-bars and in the shade of the metal benches above.

He approached nervously, his hands shaking in excitement.

She turned her head, bright blue eyes catching his.

He stopped in place at the edge of the shadow. But she smiled and waved him in, “Adam over here.”

He followed nervously his feet trailing in the dirt. As she approached she nervously rocked back and fourth on her heels hands in her pockets. He paused a few feet away. She looked up at him through her lashes, and he noted she was wearing little Iron Man earrings.

“Hi.” She said nervously

“Hi.” He replied back

She shuffled her feet, “Look I…. I’m sorry about laughing at you earlier today In class I…. well I think your funny, not, like in a bad way or anything.”

HE knew he was bright red at this moment, probably brighter red than any tomato, “Really?”

“Yeah, so I wanted to say sorry, and…. And maybe make it up to you.”

His heart was in his throat, “Oh, you, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

It went quiet as she stepped forward, and he was frozen in place. She was right in front of him now. She leaned forward a little, and he was frozen in place. Her eyes closed, and then so did his, he waited for the moment, and waited, and waited, but nothing came.

Someone snickered, and he cracked an eye to see Avery’s once pretty face twisted up into a sneer of contempt and malicious amusement.

“April fools.” She jumped at him, and in surprise he tripped backwards over one of the metal bars landing hard. The zipper of his backpack, not all the way done up, erupted outward spilling all his books out onto the dirt.

Laughter.

He turned his head looking around to the cracks in the stadium seats where dozens of eyes stared at him laughing.

Avery stood over him as others began flooding down from their spots laughing.

He crawled back, his head down, “But it’s not even April.” He whispered

“Its not even April.” Someone mimicked from behind, and he ran into soemthing hard looking up to see one of Avery’s friends standing over him. She was state shotput champion last years, and her arms were as big as his head, “What is this.” She reached down and picked his book off the ground.

“Please, give it back.” He said crawling to his knees and reaching up for it.

“The Martian.”

“please.”

She flipped open a few of the pages. He stood up trying to reach for his book but he was blocked by another two of her friends.

The laughter continued, the mocking voices over and over and over again.

He tried to push forward reaching for his books which had been picked up off the ground.

“Gross, Its all sticky!” the friend yelled.

“No it isn’t.” He protested, it was true, he took very good care of his books. But of course no one listened. A chorus of disgust rose up around him. His books were dropped, one clattering to the rocks its pages bending, the other one landing halfway in a puddle of stagnant water.

He cried out and dove forward pulling it out of the water even as mud dripped form the hardback.

He cradled it in his arms, feeling hot tears of anger and humiliation begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Laughter continued.

“Look.”

Fingers pointed.

HE stood fists clenched ready to hurt someone, but when he turned the same girl from before hand his book in either hand and when he moved she pulled.

There was a sharp ripping noise as the spine of the book tore a quarter, and as he cried out she laughed and dropped it into the puddle.

As a paperback, the book didn’t stand a chance.

Mud and water caked his hands as he reached in to pull it out on his hands and knees. Something hit him hard in the back and he pitched forward into the puddle getting the book wet a second time as the kids laughed.

He scrambled sitting up coughing and spluttering feeling the slimy grittiness of the water on his lips.

Someone knelt down next to him. A voice in his ear, “If you tell anyone. I’ll tell the teacher you tried to touch me.”

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he tried wiping mud from his face. The laughter receded and he was left along kneeling on the gravel.

His face grew hot and read as he stared down at the ruined cover of his book. Hot tears dripped onto the mud coating his hands.

His breathing started up in great gasps his heart hammered so fast he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. His head was going to explode either from anger or frustration he didn’t know. Choked sobs broke from his mouth as he knelt over the books ruined in his hands. He couldn’t breathe. He stood vision clouded face hot wet and muggy from the heat.

And then he ran.

He had no idea where he was going or what he was doing.

His paperback held muddy and dripping in one hand he pelted into the woods and didn’t stop running until his foot caught on a branch and he went rolling into the leaves.

He lay there on his stomach heart still hammering breath still coming in ragged gasps. He just couldn’t calm his breathing down.

He didn’t know where he was.

He felt like he was having a heart attack, or dying, or something. He lay there gasping on the forest floor for hours.

It grew dark. The mud dried on the back of his book and against his chest and hands.

It was only when he heard the voices did he finally sit up, mud caked and bleary eyed.

“Adam!”

There were no other sounds for a long moment before the call started up again.

He stumbled over, it was dark so his feet kept coughing on branches and twigs.

“Adam, ADAM! I swear ADAM.”

“Thomas?” He said his voice so raw it was barely above a whisper.

“ADAM!” Footsteps rushed towards him through the trees, and Thomas burst from the foliage his scruffy blind hair run wild, his jeans covered in dirt, “Adam there you are where have you-“

He didn’t have time to say much else as he was hugged tight around the middle.

“Adam I…. what’s wrong. What happened! Who did this to you!”

Thomas looked ready to rip someone apart, but Adam didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t say anything about the event for the next two years.

***

Sunny stared wide eyed as Adam turned away again.

“Look, I know its stupid, it happens to plenty of kids and they don’t take it the way I did, but. I mean, with the panic attack on top of it, and then a few years later the same thing happened on my first date, so now I just… I can’t…”

Sunny was quiet for a moment while he looked away.

“Who the FUCK do they think they are.” She snarled.

He looked up in surprise, “I what.”

She marched around in a circle, “What the hell kind of person does that to someone. That’s just sick and wrong. That is just… horrible.” She pulled out her spear, “I swear If i ever meet someone like that if i ever meet THEM, I am going to-”

He caught her arm, “Sunny stop, it was a long time ago.”

“It doesnt matter!”

A small smile cut across his face, “IT doesn't matter sunny, you want to know why.”

“Why.”

“Because I saw their pictures.” he grinned, “Avery got really fat and her friend got hit by a car, not fatally but I consider it Karma doing me a solid.” He paused, “It’ll be ok…. I just need some time. Think you can do that for me?”

She paused and nodded her head, “Yes, I think I can.”

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themountainsays · 3 years

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Potential AU: Long lost sisters in an arranged marriage AU

*spits drink* did you mean my furry east of the sun west of the moon AU?

Wait no no don't go I'll be normal about it i promise.

Ok i LOVE this concept. Accidental i/ncest. That's such a perfect recipe for angst. Here's what I have (assuming you mean elsanna, anon):

The girls were separated when they were really, really young. Like, Elsa was like 6? She barely remembers Anna but she knows she loved her once. Anna doesn't remember Elsa at all. I don't know what led them to be separated, but I like to think Anna somehow ended up being princess of the Southern Isles. Let's say Agnarr doesn't know how to dad so when Elsa's powers got out of control, he gave his baby up for adoption to the Southern Islander royal family because, hey, the queen always wanted a daughter and they have like 13 kids already, what's one more? They pretty much do tell Elsa that "her sister is living with a different family now" but to Elsa, that sounds like the equivalent of "the dog left to live in a farm" or something. She's convinced Anna is dead but Idk if she's at a point in which she blames herself for it. Maybe? Depending on how shitty A&I are in this AU. And speaking of shitty families oh boy Anna would have such an awful time as the youngest one of the Southern Islander siblings. I mean, Hans spent 16 years bullying her without her noticing and making her feel dumb for not picking up on it, so like, multiply that for 13. Let's say Anna doesn't have a good relationship with big siblings. Idk she feels intimidated by them. I assume that, being the youngest and a girl, she'd be mom's favorite, so maybe that kinda makes up for it? It makes her life in the Southern Isles not awful? Idk she's still super traumatized, but she doesn't realize until much later (what do you mean normal people aren't terrified of their own success? What do you mean normal people don't feel ashamed and guilty all the time?). Her self-esteem is so low, Hades needs to grab a shovel to reach it. She might or might not have trust issues after a lifetime of her brothers pulling some very cruel and malicious pranks on her. If they say "hey look i found a puppy" you can be guaranteed they just have like, a bucket of cold water they're gonna throw at your face (Idk they're not very creative and neither am i).

Anna visits on Elsa's coronation because she's the least likely one to start like, a war with Arendelle or something. A&I are dead (f 😔) and maaaaybe her adoptive parents are planning on telling her the truth since she's 18 and all. And she meets Elsa and it's fucking love at first sight dude. She's hopeless, this poor tiny lesbian. You know how flustered she gets in the movie? Well she's just like that, poor girl. And Elsa finds her so sweet and cute and endearing but she can't put a finger on why. They talk a lot during the party and Anna begins to tell her about her fucked up family life and Elsa's big sister instincts go mad. This is NOT how you treat a little sister. No. Wrong. Bad Hans. Her head is like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 red flags everywhere! And Anna doesn't seem to notice how this fucked her up? But Elsa is Concerned^TM and she maaaaaaybe mentions something about Anna staying in Arendelle? Surely the Southern Islander ambassy could offer her a bed. But Anna being Anna is thinking about MARRIAGE and she's not the one to bring it up, but she's not complaining when some member of Elsa's council mentions the positive political implications of marrying a Southern Islander princess or something idk. Let's say her powers are not a secret and she has a good grasp on them, but she's still Elsa and she's not 100% comfortable with marrying SOME GIRL SHE JUST MET. But also, she can't see herself falling in love anytime soon and she always knew she'd marry for political reasons, and she really likes Anna and feels very protective of her already. And if it helps her... well, she can go along with it.

The wedding is a bit awkward (ESPECIALLY for Anna's adoptive southern islander parents 😬), and Elsa does offer Anna a room of her own. Awkward awkward awkward. But they slowly begin to feel more and more comfortable with each other. Anna loves Arendelle and she loves not dealing with her brothers all the time. She feels weirdly safe. Elsa treats her very kindly and with a lot of respect, and she's not even that distant anymore. Maybe its because it's the way she's always identified as, but she kinda does feel like a little sister when she's with her. Like she has someone who loves her unconditionally looking after her. ESPECIALLY after Elsa tells her she had a little sister once, and Anna does remind her of her (they even have the same name and look alike, who would have thought! Denial? I don't know her). Ngl Elsa mothers her a little bit, because she kiiiiiinda wants to make up for what she lost. She knows how messed up Anna's older siblings were so she's trying to both fix that and recuperate what is missing in her life by being a good big sister figure to Anna. Kinda. It's not weird because they're not *in* love and their union is entirely political and platonic, right, right? Hahahahahahah anyway, they're both happy with their dynamic.

I'd assume Anna's adoptive parents don't tell her the truth because they don't want to hurt her, but lmao her asshole brothers sure do lol. Like, they just corner her one day with all the documents and proof and whatever and the "you're adopted" joke never hurt this badly. No wait it really does hurt her. A lot. She's absolutely devastated. Her bio parents didn't want her, her adoptive parents lied to her, and the one person in the world she loves the most is the one she's been doing an oedipus with, so she can't turn to her for comfort either. She feels really stupid for not picking up on it earlier, and she find herself so gross and dumb and dirty. Maybe when she does gather the courage to tell Elsa, they have one of those cheesy "no-you-go-first" exchanges and that's when Elsa (who's still in some hardcore denial lmao) tells her she's in love with her, truly and completely. She's been doing some soul searching offscreen dw about it. And that's when Anna breaks into tears again and tells her everything.

It takes them some time, and they talk about it a lot, but they love each other in more ways than one and don't want to sacrifice either their newly recovered sisterhood nor their romantic relationship. But before that is the ANGST. Let's have Elsa be super avoidant. Let's have Anna be EVEN MORE avoidant. Let's have them sleep in separate rooms again. Insert that sweet sweet i/ncest guilt (censoring so tumblr won't do it's thing). Shit maybe Elsa invents divorce? But doesn't actually do anything with it because she and Anna works things out together :) it takes lots of cuddling (because i love cuddling) and comfort for then to slowly grow comfortable in their relationship. They just love each other dude. They continue to work on learning to be sisters as well as lovers. Elsa tells Anna about their parents and their life before she was taken away and look at 19th century family photo albums. Anna begins to feel a new sense of happiness and comfort. Like, oh, this is what having a good big sibling is like. She likes it. And Elsa is just so so so happy to have her little sister back. She thought she'd lost her entire family but she didn't. She still has Anna and she vows to look after her. And also they go on cute dates and Idk do the frick frack every once in a while or whatever the kids call it these days. It's unusual but they're happy with it.

Idk if this is what the ask game was supposed to be but lmao i got carried away. It's a neat AU! I don't think I've ever seen it but I'm weak for accidental sibling i/ncest.

#elsanna #icest #shipcest #arranged marriage au #thank you anon! sorry it took me so long!

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somedayonbroadway · 4 years

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Lilo and Stitch AU

Okay, so here’s my Lilo and Stitch AU for both @disneygirl626 and @dragonflysobright-seethemfly. I absolutely adore this one. It does involve baby Race and that’s always fun to write. And yes, Race and Jack are going to be from Hawaii.

Characters

Jack Kelly — Nani

Racetrack Higgins — Lilo

Crutchie Morris — Stitch

Katherine Plumber — David

Warden Snyder — Captain Gantu

Todd Kloppman — Cobra Bubbles

Henry — Pleakley

Weisel — Jumba

Okay so…

Somewhere up in space, far far away, there is a mad scientist who creates genetic experiments out of aliens that he captures from other planets, most of the time just after they’re born. This alien, Weisel (that's his whole name. He’s an alien) experiments for years before he is finally arrested after his latest experiment, experiment number 626. He is charged with the experimentation of a young child, stolen away from a family that was killed moments afterward.

During the experimentation, this young alien loses one of his legs. He adapts quickly, growing two more legs that he can retract into his body. This child is of a shape shifting species, his skin naturally blue and gold. After the experimentation, where he grew up as this species learns and adapts very quickly, he became erratic and dangerous, a means of destruction.

Having no alternative option, 626 (who was never given another name) is sentenced to be executed. He doesn’t fully understand this. All 626 knows is that he’s placed in a small capsule and needs to survive. So he does, fighting his way out and escaping in a pod as his kidnapper is placed in prison having witnessed the whole thing. Weisel is pleased with his creation, noting that 626 is randomly heading in the direction of Earth.

After 626 escapes, a bounty hunter, Snyder, loyal to the Galactic Federation, offers to hunt the experiment down and dispose of him, seeing 626 as a creature unworthy of saving. The head of the federation asks him to wait, asking another member of the federation, a federal agent who is an “Earth Expert”, to take Weisel and find the experiment without causing harm to Earth, with whom they were supposed to protect according to documents they’d signed a decade ago.

Simply living off of instinct (and maybe a bit of sadistic adrenaline) 626 crash lands on Earth, getting hurt by a truck, but surviving the crash easily with his modified strength and healing power. As the driver figures out he has to check and see what he’d hit, the alien catches sight of a puppy, cowering away from him in some nearby grass and transforms himself down to look like that animal, though his still has a streak of blue running down his back as the rest of him remains a golden shade. (He does look more like Stitch than an actual puppy, obviously. But he’s doing his best here.) The driver calls a local shelter and 626 lets himself be taken in, unsure of what’s really happening.

Meanwhile, Kaua’i, Hawaii, a young man, nineteen years old, is struggling to gain permanent custody of his six year old baby brother, as both of their parents had recently been killed in a car crash. Jack is having a hard time making ends meet with only a job as a waiter at a local luau to tie him and his brother over.

The baby brother, Tyler James, is an odd child. He’s socially awkward, having odd interests and thoughts about life. The kid has always had a rough time making friends, mostly scaring them off with weird facts about the island they live on and the ocean surrounding them. Though he tries to fit in, he often finds himself feeling alone, prompting him to make his own toy dolls and pretend that they’re his friends instead, worrying his big brother Jack who only wants him to be happy.

Every morning, Jack runs to work after dropping his brother, whom he affectionately calls Racer because of his speed and his love to run, off at the beach right across from his school. Race loves to explore the island, knowing the entire thing like the back of his hand. In the morning, Race likes to go swimming, feeding Pudge (a fish that he believes to control the weather) a PB&J sandwich, the same one Jack makes for him everyday for lunch. He knows he’s not gonna eat it, so he hopes it’ll keep the sun in the sky.

Dripping wet and all, Race goes to school, leaving puddles around him, making his classmates slip, only adding onto the hatred they held for him for being different. On this particular morning, Oscar Delancey, Race’s biggest bully, slips and blames Race for it. After a teacher finds them arguing, Oscar wrestling Race to the ground, being a year older and slightly bigger than him, they ask what happened and Race goes off on a rant about how he had to feed Pudge and how Pudge controls the weather. Oscar calls him crazy.

So Race bites him.

His teacher tells him he’d call Jack and Tyler cries, begging him not to as he’s often sent away from the other kids and he’s subconsciously getting tired of the isolation. Still the teacher insists, asking Race to wait outside.

Race runs away the second his teacher leaves him.

When Jack goes to pick him up, he finds Race gone and he immediately starts running home, knowing they had a meeting with their social worker that day and knowing what happened when Race gets into one of his “moods”. He nearly gets hit by a car. He kicks the bumper and screams at the driver, calling him a not so nice name and running off.

He finds that the doors to their house are bolted and nailed shut and one of their parents' old Elvis records is blaring throughout the living place. As Jack demands Race open the door, he peaks in through the mail slot to find his brother ignoring him. Frustrated, Jack starts threatening Race, like any brother would, telling him that when he got through with him he wouldn’t dare do this ever again, though both of them knew Jack would never lay a hand on the kid.

As he’s running around his home, trying every possible entrance only to run into one Todd Kloppman, introducing himself as a not so nice name, making Jack realize that he’d been in the car that had nearly hit him. Already horrified at this, Jack manages to play off the fact that he’ll have to let him in in a moment and he runs around the house, climbing in through an open window and prying the nails from the front door as quickly as he can to let the man in.

Upon walking into the house, Kloppman asks if Jack had left Race home alone and before Jack can explain, Todd finds Race practicing voodoo on the floor of the living room as Jack tries desperately to turn off the stove and the oven that Race had turned on, probably for no reason at all. Even after all of this, Race manages to tell Kloppman how well adjusted he was and how Jack fed him well. Trying to give him a silent encouragement, the kid accidentally tells Kloppman that he gets disciplined, implying that Jack had, at least at some point, hit him.

Todd then speaks to Jack alone, telling him that he only ever got called when things went wrong and then he gives Race a card, telling him to call if he was ever left alone again.

Race thinks nothing of it, hardly even paying attention to the man.

As he leaves, Kloppman informs Jack that this had not gone well and that Jack had three days to change his mind.

The second Kloppman leaves, Jack turns on Race and Race screams and runs, knowing he was about to be chased.

Eventually, Jack manages to set up a trap to catch Race and he holds him to him, not letting him run away, trying so hard to explain to Race why it was important for him to take these visits seriously. Race still doesn’t seem to get it, leading to another fight. Race locks himself in his room (well, not locks because he’s a child and his door doesn’t have a lock) and Jack throws himself down at the bottom of the stairs, trying desperately not to cry.

It only takes an hour for Jack to gather himself, heating up a plate of pizza for his baby brother and taking it to him, apologizing and holding Race in his lap while he eats, laughing with him a little as Race admits he likes Jack better as a brother than a dad. All Jack can do is kiss his head and hold him, unsure of what to say. Race calls them a broken family.

Before they know it, Race spots something in the sky, something he calls a falling star, but one that looks odd to Jack. Race calls the star and kicks Jack out of his room so he can make his wish. Jack sits just outside his door, listening to every heartbreaking word as Race wishes for an angel to be sent to him, one that wouldn’t leave him or make fun of him or treat him differently.

Little do they know, that shooting star is a fallen spaceship.

The next day, trying to make his brother feel better, Jack tales Race down to the animal shelter, telling him that he could pick out a pet and they would take care of it. Jack is only a little stressed out about funds but convinced himself that they could make it work.

Race goes back to pick out a puppy and finds a golden pup that’s laying all alone in the corner. He sees a lot of himself in this puppy that has a blue stripe running down his back and chooses him, telling the dog to follow him out. It does.

When they come out, Jack and the woman at the front counter are horrified at the sight of this deformed dog with a missing leg, but Tyler insists and Jack caves, unable to pass up the opportunity of seeing Race happy. So they take the thing home, unknowingly being watched and followed by two aliens who were after 626, now known as Crutchie by the odd little boy who named him.

Henry is the only thing that stops Weisel from harming Tyler to get to Crutchie.

Jack often lets Race wander around. After all, they live in a small town and he knows most of the people around. He gives Race a couple of dollars and tells Race to meet him at two. So Race shows Crutchie around the island.

Crutchie, who has been programmed to destroy, is looking for something to wreck, but finds nothing, as he’s looking for big cities who are already prone to bad things happening.

In the middle of town, Race runs into Oscar who immediately starts to belittle him only to get nearly bitten by Crutchie who ends up stealing his bike and trashing it, before they head to the luau to meet Jack.

The entire time they’d been exploring the island, Weisel and Henry had been keeping close and Crutchie knew it. For some reason he can’t explain, he feels the need to protect Race as well as himself. He likes Race and doesn’t want to hurt him.

The same cannot be said for Jack.

At the restaurant, Jack is able to feed Race for free twice a week so he often has lunch or dinner there.

At the luau, Katherine is up on stage, a fire dancer, entertainment for the luau. Jack is hopelessly in love with her but refrains from asking her out for the sake of fully adopting Race as his own. Race knows this and feels guilty for it. He tells Crutchie all about it, somehow knowing that Crutchie understands him. (How Crutchie knows English at this point is unknown, but like I said, he adapts fast).

While he’s working, Jack steps away from the table after begging Race to eat his food, trying to bribe him with dessert but only succeeding in getting Crutchie to hiss at him.

When Jack leaves, Weisel, against Henry’s warnings, tries to capture Crutchie, only resulting in chaos which Jack is blamed and fired for. Katherine tries to convince their manager to let Jack stay, but, unwilling to be humiliated in front of Race, Jack accepts it and scoops Race up, going home, Crutchie following closely behind them. When Race asks Jack if this was his fault, Jack brushes it off, telling Race that the manager was a vampire and that he wanted Jack to join an army of the undead. Race just shrugs and says he knew it.

When they get home, Jack loses it tries to remain calm but, after seeing Crutchie try and rip around the sofa, his anger catches up with him all at once as he tries to grab Crutchie and take him back to the shelter, getting a fight from both Crutchie and Race who’s never seen Jack like this before. Just as Jack gets Crutchie to the door, shouting that the dog hadn’t been there that long, Race counters that he hadn’t either and then he asks what happened to O’hana.

Jack breaks at that, missing his parents so badly as Crutchie calms down and Race rushes to hug Jack who brushes away his tears and promises that he’s okay, even though he couldn’t be farther from it. But he lets Race take Crutchie into his room to sleep where Race finds that Crutchie likes to build with his blocks and then destroy his own creations.

Watching from outside, Weisel is stunned by this, finding that Crutchie is still creating things, even though he may destroy them after. It goes against his programming.

The next morning, Jack wakes up to find Kloppman at his door, concerned about the job he lost and this new puppy that is untrained and seems to be causing nothing but trouble. Jack swears that he’ll find a job and takes Race out with him while looking, terrified the boy might get into more trouble without him.

Every potential job Jack might have is ruined by Crutchie who is still on the run from Weisel and Henry who are around every corner.

Even at the beach, where Jack finds there’s an opening for a lifeguard position, Crutchie manages to ruin it for him, chasing the people at the beach away. Jack is extremely dejected by this, but perks up when Katherine sits down next to him with two surfboards, offering him one as she challenges him to beat her to the water.

Jack scoops Race up on his way out and Race just giggles, loving it when Jack takes him surfing.

Reluctantly, needing to stay close to Tyler in order to ensure his own safety, he goes with them, despite his intense fear of water. To his surprise he ends up liking it and to Jack’s surprise, he ends up not minding that Crutchie’s there.

Jack loves being out on the water with Race. He used to take Race surfing with their parents all the time, always catching him in his arms when they wiped out. Race loves the ocean.

Seeing that Crutchie is out on the water and is in a vulnerable position, as he can’t swim and will sink instead of float, Weisel says that they’re going swimming, confusing Henry as they go to get Crutchie, managing to knock Jack and Race off of their board and get Jack hit in the head as they do, forcing Katherine to jump in and help them. When Jack recovers after a moment, Race panics and asks about Crutchie who did not resurface. But when Jack looks around for him, Crutchie breaks from the water and claws at Tyler who he ends up dragging down with him.

Jack dives down, kicking Crutchie off of Race and swimming him back to shore, coddling him as he cradled him to his chest and kissed him over and over again. (Jack does call Race baby. He’s always been really affectionate, even more so after they’re parents died). Katherine dives back down for Crutchie who she manages to save, though Crutchie awakes destructive and lashes out at Race, scratching into his shoulder.

When Jack looks up, he finds Kloppman watching them from afar and he asks Katherine to hold Race while he talks to him, trying to explain only for Todd to tell him that it’s over and that Race needs to be relocated to another family, asking for Jack to think about what’s best for the boy.

Unable to argue, Jack goes back to Race and holds him tight, carrying him back home as Katherine mutters that she thought they had a chance until Crutchie came along.

Crutchie follows them home. Race and Jack don’t even notice.

That night, Jack sits Race down in the hammock in their backyard and sings to him, giving him a flower that matches one that he holds in his own hand. The song he sings is one of a goodbye and Race doesn’t understand it as the wind carries their flowers away. But he leans into Jack and lets his brother hold him until he falls asleep.

That night, Race is frustrated when he wakes up in his own bed and hears the window open. Crutchie is standing there, ready to run and Race doesn’t seem at all surprised by this. He just tells Crutchie that he can leave if he wants. But if he stays, they’ll take care of him. He tells Crutchie that Jack’s really good at taking care of people.

But Crutchie does leave, regretting it only when he can’t find his way back to Race and Jack. What he doesn’t know is that Weisel and Henry have gotten fired by the federation and Weisel is excited to do things his way.

Still living on instinct, Crutchie flees unknowingly back towards the Kelly house.

In the morning, Jack is crying over his cereal when Race sulks into the room, upset that Crutchie left. Jack hugs him and tries to explain to him what’s about to happen, that they may never see each other again and that it was all gonna be okay. But Jack can’t get the words out.

He’s saved by a knock at the door which is revealed to be Katherine, telling him that she found him a job. So Jack runs into town, making Race promise not to open the door for anybody, hope filling his chest as he thinks maybe if he gets a job, they won’t take his brother away.

The moment Jack leaves, Crutchie comes crashing back, Weisel hot in his tail as Henry grabs the boy, trying to keep him out of harm's way. Unsure of what to do, Race calls Kloppman because he’s scared but Crutchie is protecting him.

Weisel ends up setting the house on fire.

When Jack hears the sirens after getting the job, he knows. He doesn’t wanna believe it, but he just knows. So he literally runs back home, Katherine right behind him.

He finds Kloppman carrying Race to the back of his car, shutting him in. And Jack loses it. He starts sobbing, begging Kloppman not to do this. He tries to explain that he’s the only one who understands Race and that Race needs him and won’t stand a chance without him. Kloppman asks him angrily if this is really what Tyler needs, pointing to a burned down house. He then tells Jack that it seems like Jack needs Tyler a lot more than Tyler needs him.

That’s what breaks Jack.

(Which, honestly… how horrible? This kid just lost both of his parents too and is now losing the only thing he has left and, I know they’re trying to do right by the underage child, but I mean… that’s so sad. No one took into account how Nani was feeling having to lose her entire family even though she was trying her best to keep what was left of her broken family. Anyway…)

He falls to his knees, letting Katherine wrap him up in her arms, trying to calm him as Jack begs Kloppman to just let him say goodbye even though Kloppman is insisting that he’s making this harder than it needs to be.

Unbeknownst to them, Race, a very smart little six year old, is listening to the whole thing, sobbing as he finally understands what’s actually happening. He unlocks the door that leads out into the woods beside their house and runs away.

He stumbles upon Crutchie who’s still running and Crutchie sees how broken he is. Reluctantly, he reveals himself to the boy, letting his true form show and scaring Race for only a moment before Race gets angry, realizing that if they hadn’t gotten Crutchie, he’d be able to stay with Jack.

While trying to run again, Crutchie and Race both manage to get captured by Snyder who was sent to hunt down 626. Snyder doesn’t seem at all bothered by the capture of an innocent little boy and states that he caught a snack for the road, though he locks him up with Crutchie who escapes easily and tries to pull Race with him before Snyder takes off, taking Race with him.

Realizing that Race isn’t in the car when he tries to drive off, Kloppman gets out and starts calling for him. So Jack runs into the woods to find him, knowing that Race loves to play hide and seek in those woods and knows it’s a place where he’s hard to find. So he rushes out alone, screaming for his brother to come back to him.

He sees Race get picked up by a monster and locked in the back of a spaceship. Terrified and confused, Jack screams out for Race, catching the attention of Crutchie who is immediately apprehended by Weisel and Henry. Henry sees Jack and apologizes, going to knock him out to try and get him to believe it was all just a dream, but Jack’s quicker than that. And he cries out about Race, demanding to know where he is. When they admit they know who Jack’s talking about he tells them to bring him back. Henry tells him that they can’t.

So Jack falls to his knees in pure agony, unable to handle another loss.

Crutchie kneels down beside him, saying o’hana. Weisel tries to pull him away but Jack stops him, asking Crutchie to say it again. So Crutchie does, promising Jack that no ones gonna get left behind and then telling Weisel that he’d go with him quietly if they went to rescue Race.

So they do.

Jack is not a good flyer, in case anyone’s wondering.

They catch up to Snyder, showing him that he in fact did not have Crutchie in his possession. When Jack sees Race who is struggling to breathe as they get high and high up, he starts panicking, trying to get to the top of the ship to encourage Race to jump down to him, but Crutchie doesn’t let him. Instead, he jumps from one ship to the next, putting Tyler on his back and getting Snyder to crash his ship while trying to fight him, only caught by Weisel at the last minute, avoiding death.

They crash land in the ocean and Jack is holding Race the whole time, even as they’re submerged in water. And then he swims them both back to shore.

Crutchie hugs Race and then goes to turn himself in, but Race then tells Weisel that it would be stealing if he did that because they bought Crutchie from an animal shelter which made him part of their family and he couldn’t do that.

Kloppman steps in to tell Weisel that this is true. Jack tightens his grip on Race, fearing that Todd might rip him away again. Kloppman explains that he used to work for the CIA, specializing in extraterrestrial activity. Then he offers Jack a second chance, explaining to him that he knew Race would be safe with Jack from now on.

Jack takes Race and Crutchie home, making their own little family with Katherine who he finally asks out on a date and things are just perfect for a while.

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ask-the-riders · 4 years

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The riders as parents

Death: because of his job, he's always really busy. Unless he got one of the others to temporarily fill in for him, he wouldn't have much time for his kid. He feels bad about it and gives them as much of his time and attention as he can, even if that means they watch cartoons together and end up dozing off on the couch. He helps them with things whenever it's needed, and he offers them his (almost) unconditional support. An added bonus of having him as a dad would be that "bring your parent to school" day would be a helluva lot more interesting

They can say their dad is Death, and when/if someone doesn't believe them, Death seems to know (and nobody's sure how). Right on cue, he'd appear beside them, scythe and all. Y'know, like the massive show off he is

Famine: provided he's been given a lot of reassurance and has had some time to work through his issues, he'd love his child immensely. The day they're born and he gets to hold them, he'd be completely still and silent, in awe at how tiny and precious they are. Although they'll have to grow up without receiving piggy back rides or getting to ride around on his shoulders like most kids do with their parents, that doesn't stop him from carrying them, holding them in his arms and smooshing them against his chest, whenever they ask him to. He, like Death, offers them his unconditional support, and the only major thing he'd draw the line at would likely be murder (*coughs* as if his kid would ever suggest that for whatever reason)

He spends as much time with them as he can, and if it comes down to it, he'd even bring them places with him

Pestilence: oh boy. He'd be The Fun Parent, aka - "ok fine, but don't let your mom find out." Every time their mom's back is turned, he slips them an extra piece of candy and pats them on the head, playfully holding a finger to his mouth as if telling them to be quiet. That, or when they're all out and about getting food or whatever, he's usually the one putting his kid in the shopping cart and jogging down the aisles in whatever store they're in. He keeps things lighthearted and relaxed, but he's a natural when it comes to making them smile/laugh, too. If they're having a particularly hard day, all he really has to do to cheer them up is open his mouth and crack a joke. On the day they were born, he likely would've been the one to tear up and cry a little the first time he got to hold them

His kid becomes his little partner in crime, and where one is, the other usually isn't too far behind

War: as a first time mom... oh boy. It's obvious that she has no idea what she's doing. During the pregnancy, she's moody and has a shorter temper than normal, and then when it comes time to actually giving birth to them, she's the type of person who'd scream when nothing even happened/things were fine (solely from being such a nervous wreck). She definitely cries when she's handed her baby, and even as they grow up, she's fiercely protective. All throughout their childhood, bullies are a very rare occurrence. As soon as she finds out what's happening with her kid, she tags along with them for the day, and she asks them to tell her who the bullies are. When they do, she waits until they're not looking to very discretely scare the ever living shit out of the bullies (she won't hurt them, but there's nothing stopping her from scaring them just enough to make them afraid to mess with her kid again)

She does her best to take care of her child and be the kind of mother to them that her Anti-Void Mother was to her (when she was a child), and she'd love them with her entire heart and soul, no question about it

Retribution: he'd be so incredibly awkward for the longest time with his kid. Firstly, because he never planned on intentionally having children, and secondly, because the only parent he ever had (his mother) was a tree. He has no idea what to do most of the time and isn't sure what parents are supposed to be like, but because he can see himself in them sometimes, he tries his best. He's a fast learner, and he finds that some of the things he needs to do to take care of them come as more of an instinct (which no doubt surprised him). Holding them for the first time on the day they're born, he's silent, and he holds them so long, just looking at them, that whoever's around them may begin asking if he's ok and offering to take the baby so he can rest - he declines every offer to take his kid though, instead opting to hold them until he begins to lose feeling in his arms

As they grow up, he keeps a close eye on them, always vigilant, making sure they're safe and aren't facing any problems with bullies the way he did for a while. He also makes sure they get the best education possible, and if he has any say in it, he might just see to it that they receive the best of everything

#undertale #undertale au #four horsemen of the apocalypse #pestilence.exe #war.exe #famine.exe #death.exe #reaper sans #retribution.exe

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thatvixenchick · 4 years

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AUgust Day 20 - Single Parents

Spideypool from Marvel requested by Anon

It wasn’t necessarily unusual for Black Cat to show up unannounced on Peter’s doorstep. It was, however, unusual for her to be holding a toddler.

She claimed that the child was Peter’s (or at least, it was his name she put on the birth certificate) and asked him to watch the kid while she attempted to lose the people chasing her after a heist gone wrong. Peter didn’t necessarily believe that the little boy (Nick) was his, but he knew what it was like to suddenly lose his parents and fear being taken by foster care. Aunt May and Uncle Ben had stepped in. Now it was Peter’s turn.

He has some caveats, though. Nick deserved a normal life, and it was clear that Felicia wasn’t giving up her night job and was only getting into more trouble. If the criminal organization didn’t catch her, the cops would. Nick didn’t need to be involved in that. Black Cat argued that Spider-man’s enemies were worse than hers.

They came to an agreement. Black Cat would turn over all parental custody to Peter. In return, Peter would quit being Spider-man in order to provide a stable life for the kid and protect him from any possible harm that both their old enemies targeted him with. And so, the deal was made, and Peter was a single father with a two year old son overnight.

Thank goodness for Aunt May that first year. Peter wouldn’t have survived without her. Eventually, he fell into the groove of parenthood and even landed a job as a teacher in order to better work around Nick’s school schedule. They would sit at the table each night while Nick did homework and Peter graded papers. Life was simple those first few years.

And then middle school happened, and Nick downloaded TikTok. Why videos of him dancing behind Peter’s back when dinner was being made were popular, Peter couldn’t fathom. He muttered about Vine a few times, but Nick recorded that, too, and it became his most popular upload. To make matters worse, his semi-TikTok fame proceeded to make Nick the most popular boy in school.

Peter would never admit to staring at a wall and drinking some nights as he processed Nick’s desire to join the football team. He had prepared his whole life to handle bullies, but no, Nick was smart, sociable, and popular. Peter was unprepared.

Then, at long last, Nick came to Peter for help. Poor Nick didn’t know what to do about this new kid at school! Brash, loud, obnoxious, and single-mindedly determined to ruin all of Nick’s best TikTok recordings. The little terror’s name? Ellie.

Ellie had her own TikTok channel with her father, and after moving to the area, she was determined to be the highest ranking TikToker in the school district, a title so far maintained by Nick. Well, Nick wasn’t going down without a fight, and if Ellie’s dad could star in her videos, then Peter could step up to the plate as well!

They started small with Nick teaching Peter dances, and then Peter pushing a little spider power into it to go from awkward to amazing over the course of 30 seconds. Ellie retaliated with her and her dad, Wade, dressing as ninjas and doing parkour across playgrounds. Not to be outdone, Peter did a response video of the same moves done across rooftops. Nick was beside himself with joy that his dad could actually be cool. The friendly competition had the whole school talking about it, and multiple teachers banned even the mention of the word TikTok in their classrooms.

Peter’s own classroom decided he was the coolest teacher alive and offered to help him with further videos. As it turned out, he would need that help. Wade wasn’t a quitter and started issuing direct challenges to Peter. How many kids can hang off a weightlifting bar before you drop to a knee? How fast can you eat the monster pizza at Joe’s Pizza Shack? Can you do THIS video editing challenge - or this one - or this one? Can you learn this entire dance routine? Can you balance your kid in the air on one finger?

Okay, Peter might have been called into a meeting with the principle over that last one, but at least Nick thought it was awesome.

Things were settling down when some fan requested on Ellie’s channel to pull a prank. Now, Peter had never met Ellie and her dad in person. He worked at the high school and both kids were still in middle, so how Wade figured out where Peter lived (something he was careful about anyone knowing due to any possible threats on Nick) was baffling. He knew it was Wade and Ellie, though, because both had a horrible sense of humor, and Peter’s lawn, porch, driveway, car, and ROOF were covered in mugs.

The video uploaded that evening with the title card, “It’s a bit muggy outside.”

Peter’s classroom was ready to retaliate and all of them shouted varyingly terrible pranks the moment he walked through the door. However, the auto club had an idea, especially considering one of them had a little cousin who lived down the street from Ellie. Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage his students like this, but cleaning up those mugs had been a declaration of war. Peter wouldn’t admit it, but he was also a little angry that Wade had managed to cover his roof in mugs without spidey sense going off at all.

So it was that Wade’s phone pinged with a notification of Nick’s new upload. It was a slow zoom in of the high school’s roof. Where Wade’s car was. It zoomed in closer on the faded Deadpool bumper sticker.

Wade ran outside in a panic to see his car sitting right where he left it. Nevertheless, he drove to the high school to see this trick with his own two eyes. There it was. A perfect replica of his car that the auto club had scavenged, painted, and constructed on the roof. Wade figured since he was here, why not bust in on Peter’s class to throw down the gauntlet?

Well, that (and the car on the roof) had them both sitting in the principal's office, which Wade felt was unfair since his kid didn’t even GO here. They received a long lecture about being more responsible, and being adults, and things like this shouldn’t get so out of hand, and there was a CAR on the ROOF. Peter argued that it had been a worthwhile team project for the auto club, but the principal wasn’t having it.

Wade and Peter left the school that afternoon with tails tucked between their legs. When Peter opened his mouth to call a truce, Wade asked for a date. Stunned, Peter agreed with knee jerk instinct. Ellie and Nick, being sworn enemies, were not a fan of this development. Their TikTok fandoms were, however. Peter recorded a seven second video of their date where he looked dead into the camera and said, “do it for the vine” before kissing Wade.

#PxW was now trending.

Honestly, this prompt could take off from here as a cute romcom ending. OR we could proceed to the action hero ending version:

The mugs TikTok allowed Felicia’s old enemies to track down her son. They waited until Wade and Peter were on a date, Ellie and Nick begrudgingly staying under the same roof with a babysitter. When the hired guns arrived, they immediately threatened the poor babysitter in order for Nick to follow along without a word. Ellie chose that moment to walk in on them. They asked who she was, she said Nick’s brother, they decided to take her as well — just in case.

All according to Ellie’s plan. She activated her hidden panic button. Being the daughter of Deadpool and already kidnapped once, she and Wade were no stranger to taking precautions. This prompts Wade and Peter to don the suits once more to go rescue their kids.

#au gust #spideypool #plot bunny #all plot bunnies are up for adoption

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areeta9 · 4 years

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Hear me out: FGO, but with a late bloomer master

So I don’t know why this came to mind but I like the story potential of a master oc that hasn’t hit puberty by the time the Grand Order starts but does as time goes on. For the sake of avoiding the incredible awkwardness a female master would go through in Chaldea because they went from “a bra is not necessary” to “There is not a single shirt in existence that fully conceals my tits”, I’ll talk about my ideas for a male master.

So in the beginning, Mash finds a an elementary schooler asleep on the floor of Chaldea’s hallway. She wonders if a staff member somehow brought their kid, but notice’s that he’s wearing Chaldea’s master uniform. She wakes them up, they head to the orientation, the master falls asleep again, and Olga wonders why the hell there’s a child. He gets sent away but finds Romani is his room. Romani is like “Hey there little guy,” wondering why there’s a twelve year old here. He offers him his cake, which he accepts before corrects the doctor by telling him he’s 17, and one of the masters. It’s hard getting a regular part time job when you look the way he does, so he applied to Chaldea and got accepted.

Crap goes down just like in the game and the master and Mash come back from Fuyuki. The master starts summoning servants and every single time, any servant that comes through wonders why the hell were they summoned by a child. Nobody believes the master about his age until Da Vinci looks through his files and confirms it.

Life for the master is a struggle. He’s 4′9 and both the staff members and his servant habitually treat him like a child and often have a hard time taking him seriously. Because he has the physique of a grade schooler, he can’t lift anything heavy nor can he reach anything up high and often needs others help. The more mischevious servant bully him by putting his stuff on the top shelf and watching him struggle. Other servants have gotten into the habit of picking him up or just generally invading his personal space.

He has been trapped in a female servant’s marshmellow hell more times than he can count. He also has been forced into a lot of lap pillows. He has been forced to run from Medea when she wanted to use him as a dress up doll. Musashi was ecstatic when she was first summoned by him. Atalante get pissy when he stays up past 10. Nobody lets him drink coffee, let alone alcohol. Jack doesn’t even call him “Mommy”.

He forms a strong friendship with Hans because of their similar struggles of looking younger than they actually are.

At first he resisted and complained about this, but after awhile, he just gave up and went with it. He was used to this treatment back home, it wasn’t any different here, However, when he gets frustrated with his servants’ treatment of him, he has taken to hiding from them for a couple of hours and boy is he a hide and seek king. He can fit his tiny body in just about any corner of Chaldea and has become an expert at creeping around unoticed. Multiple times, the servants have had to have a caster scry where he was to find him.

Now, if things are really like this in Late Bloomer’s Chaldea, how do they have so many servants loyal to them? Two reasons:

Protective Instinct

His Hyper-Competence

Have you ever had the overwhelming feeling that you wanted to protect something or someone? That you just couldn’t leave them alone? That if you weren’t there to look out for them they’d get killed? That’s how a lot of the older servants feel about Master. The very sight of them evokes a parental/big sister/big brother instinct in them that they simply could not ignore.

This child is the one left save humanity? This one? He’s adorable, but how old is he? He can’t even reach the top shelf and you expect him to defeat demon pillars? Am I leaving then? Hell no! Like hell I’m leaving them to do this by themselves! They’ll get killed!

Perhaps it could even be said that some of them allowed themselves to be summoned because of this instinct. Raikou came in one ticket after all.

It’s a strange sight to see Mash call the “elementary schooler” Senpai.

However, allies and enemies alike are often caught off guard by his competence. The master has lived most of his teenage lives being underestimated for their looks, to compensate for this, they got good. They absorb information like a sponge and put it to practical use just as quickly. He once asked Robin and Geronimo to teach him how to trap animals. After one lesson, he caught, skinned, and cooked rabbits with no issue. The same thing happened when he asked Cu to take him fishing. They soon became proficient in first aid, riding, and climbing. His commands in battle became more confident as learned more about his servants abilities and developed better tactics. The enemy never expected the shota master to ignite explosives in the encampment by firing a flaming arrow with precise aim.

However, after Okeanos, Emiya and some other servants notice that their master is eating a lot more. They wonder where all that food is going as their master is a skinny little kid. In the following months and singularities they find out.

Their master hits a growth spurt. It starts off small. Master can no longer fit into some of his old hiding places. Then he starts hitting his head against low edges while in singularities because he’s never had to duck before. Then come the wardrobe malfunctions. He moves one way too fast and tears his clothes. He stops needing help to carrying stuff as his muscles grow. Slowly, his perspective on his servants change. He is no longer looking up at many of them. His female servants are now eye level with him but they will become lower as he grows closer to his male servants’ heights.

Despite all this, the master is so used to being small that he lacks awareness of the changes. He suddenly takes up more space, he’s bumping into everything, and his clothes don’t fit the same. This is where his male servants step in and show that they are truly his bros. It’s Lord El-Melloi that explains what’s happening to him. He relates to the issue because the same thing happened to him when he was 19. Romani redoes his measurements and gets him better fitting mystic codes. The others make a point to warn him of low cielings so that he doesn’t develop a concussion and help him avoid bumping into things.

By time the Grand Order is completed and they’re dealing with the Remnants, the late bloomer master has grown a whole foot taller. They’re 5′9, but that’s not all. Their features are more chiseled and because of their time travelling through singularities and regular visits to Chaldea’s gym, they are shredded.

Musashi and Atalante mourn the loss of his shota appearance. He overhears this and asks, with puppy dog eyes, if they don’t like him anymore. The look on his face draws huge blushes onto their faces. They eye say no before they hurriedly excuse themselves.

And thus was the struggle of every young female servants in Chaldea. When the master looked like a little boy, they had cuddled and coddled him without a care but now that he looked like, like that, many were having trouble even looking him in the eye.

The Master was used to his servants invading his personal space, so oblivious to their newfound struggle, he found himself in theirs. Where in the past, hugs, handholding, lap pillows, reception of forehead kisses, napping together, and grooming each other’s hair was acceptable, suddenly many of the female servants would blush furiously or refuse whenever the master requested them or just took them like he used to. Servants who had only known the master in his more adult appearance were less prone to this.

Mash of course, suffered the worse. She first realized her adorable little senpai was now a SENPAI when he ran about without a shirt on when they were trapped on a deserted island. Now she couldn’t even imagine helping him dry his hair or even hugging him like she used too. Every time they accidentally touched, she’d be unable to speak.

The master remained oblivious to this until one day, it sharply came to a head. Excited, he had leaned in too close while speaking to Jalter and the servant, blushing and embarassed, smacked him across the face impulsively before yelling at him and stalking away.

He looked like a kicked puppy, holding his stinging cheek when he approached Da Vinci and Mash about the situation. He didn’t seem to get along with many of his female servants anymore. Had he done something wrong?

Mash blushes. Da Vinci laughs and tells him he looks a lot different than how he used to. Let’s just say puberty hit him like a truck.

Confused, he asks one of the male servants. They say he’s turned into a good looking guy.

He returns to his room and looks in the mirror. He calls Kiyohime, who crawls out from under his bed.

“Am I hot?” he asks.

“You’re just realizing this now?” she replies.

Sorry this was so long

#master #oc #master oc #mash #writing #Fate Grand Order #fgo #fate go #sorry for the long post #fanfiction #fanfic #rant

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sakurasangcl · 5 years

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Trial and Error - part one

Pairing: clouded leopard hybrid!Yuta x black cat hybrid!Reader

Word Count: 10k (my longest yet!)

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: near sexual assault, bullying, name calling (in a non sexy, bullying way but nothing too bad), depression

You met when you were little, as you were in the same class in your first year of middle school. Some of the other kids- human children- were picking on you.

“You’re a black cat!”

“Everyone knows they’re unlucky!”

“I’m allergic to cats- get away from me!”

Yuta, one of the other hybrids in the class, came up to you after the bullies left you alone during recess. You were hiding in the shade of a tree crying, and he sat down next to you.

“You know, in Japanese culture black cats are good omens. My name is Yuta, by the way.” He tells you comfortingly.

And from that day on, he became your best friend. You were practically inseparable, and he would often hold your hand and guide you in the hallway when you got scared. Yuta would walk you home, since he lived a few streets over.

Best friends for life, that’s what you said.

But because he was older, things got strained when he went to high school without you. Yuta had some sort of need to prove himself, or that’s what it seemed to you. He started making a bunch of other friends as well, and most of them were guys. They were never mean to you, but you didn’t feel like you belong.

At first, your parents didn’t want you hanging out with them. You refused to sneak out to be with him, so when it was just you and him alone, things were awkward. A year later when you were in high school as well, you would hang out with them on campus, feeling very unwanted. However, Yuta had a way of giving you a comforting smile when you were with them, making you feel wanted.

You felt horrible afterwards, always feeling unwanted and unnecessary after you were with them all. It became too much, so you began to distance yourself. It came naturally to you, as it was easy to stick your nose in a book and get lost in the plot or to seemingly disappear in the background.

Again and again, the same abusive words from your peers would occur.

“Black cats are bad luck. Get away from me.”

“You’re just some lame hybrid, and you aren’t even special.”

“You’re adopted. Do your parents even love you? Oh wait, they’re your owners, aren’t they?”

It started getting worse and worse, and Yuta wasn’t always there to be with you.

You were being picked on once again in the hallways, and he walked by. Your eyes widened and you spoke his name, reaching out to him. However, he merely looked at you and kept walking without a pause in his stride.

That day broke you inside in a way that you were never the same again.

You were left alone and depressed. Your parents tried to help you the best that they could, but they were not hybrids and could not understand the things you went through. You went through many therapists, and you found solace with a female snow leopard psychologist.

She was the sole reason your anxiety didn’t turn you entirely mute. Her name was Kim Eunji. She was also the only reason you graduated high school and made it into college. Most patients would see her biweekly, but you were weekly. And you needed it.

Facing such a difficult loss didn’t help when you were going through puberty as well. And as a hybrid, you had the added bonus of starting a heat cycle when you were old enough. Yours started earlier than most female hybrids, including feline hybrids and other types as well (with the exception of rodents).

Without knowing when your biological mom started hers, or having any way of knowing how she worked with her’s… you were pretty much screwed. Since suppressants worked like other types of medicine where blood relations helped in knowing which would work best, you went through many different trials. Using those along with your other medicine was difficult, and when you’d slip up, you’d miss school for a week.

You wondered if Yuta even noticed at first, but every time you came back he wasn’t there for you. You told yourself you didn’t need him anymore and that could protect yourself. In the end, it was just you.

Since puberty starts later in males, it was a few years later when you were well aware Yuta started having ruts. You were never close enough to him to personally smell it, but he went missing for a couple of days every few months… and there were rumors. How he and his other friends would satisfy themselves and their instincts.

With your suppressants, you never did that. You didn't want to catch an STD, your parents wouldn't understand it, and the list could go on.

You talked this through with Eunji one session, and she said something brilliant to you. "Since you are not wanting to be in the position of those other girls, is it perhaps that they're getting attention from him which you no longer get?"

She was right, of course, but that didn't make it any easier.

"It's hard to move on when you lose a best friend, especially those who used to always be there for you. You aren't wrong to still be upset. It's perfectly natural and okay to feel this way. There's no shame in crying either. I won't tell him." She consoled you.

You grew stronger with help. You focused yourself on school rather than people and friends. Students still would pick on you, but now it was also out of jealousy. You weren't the top of the class, but you were close. Your high scores would surprise others when they find out, and you would shrug it off.

Without a social life, it was easy to hyper focus on schoolwork.

When the other students would really get to you, your favorite teacher was there to look out for you. His name was Han Jihun and he was a crow hybrid and could relate to the things you went through. Mr Han was also bullied when he was younger for his species and would stick up for you and others who were being picked on as soon as he noticed. Mr Han was very strict to disobedient students, and you weren't one of them.

It was a regular day of class when hybrids came up once again, and he said he was a crow hybrid. You often wondered what type of bird hybrid he was, because he had large black wings and was an omnivore.

After class ended you went up to him and asked, "is the reason you're so smart because you're a crow hybrid?" It was purely a joke, as you knew crows were one of the most intelligent species of birds.

Mr Han let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and batting his wings a few times to keep balance. "That's the funniest and nicest thing I have ever heard, y/n. Thank you." He responds with a smile.

After that, he was much more fond of you, and would often protect you from being bullied - at least physically - in the hallways. Mr Han had a way of just surveying the school hallways and stopping people from bullying (and getting them in serious trouble), so it didn’t seem like you were a teacher’s pet or his favorite. It just so happened that he kept an eye out for you.

Mr Han and the other teachers noticed your reclusive behavior, and allowed you into the teacher’s lounge when your anxiety got too bad, or if the cafeteria was just too loud. It was a perfect hiding spot away from the other seriously immature students.

This maturity gap didn’t manifest any further, and with guidance from your parents and counselor, you decided on a university an hour away. They gave you a brilliant scholarship and was pretty even with hybrid to human ratio- if not more hybrids than humans. You would have preferred somewhere with more hybrids, but either they were private and you couldn’t afford it or they were so elite that you couldn’t dream of being accepted.

So when you made it to your current university and moved there, you had your problems. Your first set of roommates sucked, but then again, they were humans. You went through trouble finding ones that were decent, until you managed to use your disability to get your own room, then find decent apartment mates. You kept to yourself, and they didn’t seem to mind.

Your classes were going well, but your social life was non existent. A new friend from a class of yours invited you to go to anime club with her. The people there were very diverse and actually kind. So, you began to enjoy yourself.

After about a month of you going, Yuta showed up to the club. It made sense; you had always had similar interests. But what surprised you was that he was a member of the club already and was normally extremely active in it.

One of your new friends in the club, Nayeon, leaned over and whispered to you. “That’s Yuta, and he’s the vice president of the club. Since the current guy is a senior, he’ll probably take over next year. I brought Momo on your first time, and apparently he heard and didn’t show up. Turns out he wasn’t interested in being set up.” You look at Nayeon, your fox hybrid friend, in disbelief. “Oh, by the way, he’s a hybrid too. Under all that hair, he has two cat ears underneath all of his hair. He’s actually a-”

“Clouded leopard hybrid. I know.” You supply, shaking your head. “I should… I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” You say, getting up and leaving silently. Nayeon tried to stop you, but you were too fast and desperate to get away.

Little did you know, Yuta scents you and follows you into the hallway.

“Y/N?” he asks, grabbing you by the wrist. “Is it really you?” he asks in disbelief, letting your arm go and surveying your face.

You felt trapped, your breath stuck in your throat. He looks at you like he hasn’t properly seen you in years. His pupils were blown wide and you were awestruck at how attractive he had come over the years. You backed up against the wall, ears tucked against your head.

“Get away from me. You have no right to act like you know me so well.” You hiss, your tail fluffing up in anger.

Yuta let go of your arm, and you stalked away to your dorm. You felt anger burning through your veins, and you felt stupid and foolish for forgetting he went here too.

Nayeon texts and calls you multiple times, but you text her back saying you made it to your room and you need some time alone. Needless to say, you hole yourself up in your room.

Within the week, your heat came early and stronger than before. When Nayeon found out, she was a bit more gentle when she was with you, and you had your suspicions that she somehow figured out what had happened between the two of you. It wouldn’t have surprised you if she straight up asked Yuta and put the pieces together herself.

You took your suppressants and only ventured out of your room for class. You got stares, catcalls, and the likes from other hybrids that scented you. You wouldn't normally go out so much and your heat scent was normally much lighter, but your encounter with Yuta seemed to make it drastically worse.

On your final day of heat, you accidentally fell asleep in the library. You woke up to a gentle and familiar hand on your arm.

"Y/n… Y/n… you need to wake up." Yuta whispers, trying to wake you.

"Hmm?" you murmur, rubbing your eyes awake and your ears perking up. "What do you want?" You hiss once you realize it was him.

He flashes his teeth in anger at your reaction, and you notice that he is visibly stressed. "Your in public by yourself, vulnerable and in heat. Let me take you home, or come to my place. I can tell that you've missed suppressants before this heat, and so can every other hybrid. You aren't safe."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Yuta. Remember, I'm just a boring, plain black cat." You hiss, gathering your books and stuffing them into your backpack. "I will be fine on my own, thank you very much."

Yuta grabs your wrist roughly and pins you to the wall behind you. His pupils were blown wide, his ears flat, and his tail thrashing. “Look, I’m only here because your girl friends were too scared to be with you and take you home by themselves. Let me take you to your apartment because I don’t want some random guy harming you. Do not test me, Y/N.” Yuta hisses at you, taking your hand and walking you out of the library.

The way he manhandled you turns you on, and you can feel your underwear getting wet. His nose twitches and you blush, but he ignores whatever he scents and continues to walk you to your dorm.

He takes your university ID from your shaking hands and swipes you in, promptly marching you to your room. Yuta then takes your keys before you can fall, and brings you into your room. His touch becomes significantly more gentle as he guides you to your bed and gets you some cold water. Because it’s late, he finds your medicine and gives it to you.

You can’t help but tear up a little when you realize he got you the correct ones; he still remembered from years ago.

He watches you take them and asks, “Where are your pajamas? Do you want me to get them, or-?”

You shake your head and try to get up, but your final wave of heat starts back up again and you’re doubling over in pain on your bed. You manage to meekly point to the proper drawer, and Yuta opens it and takes out your favorite pair. It was a simple flowery bottoms and a solid shirt, and there was no way he could tell they were your favorite as he had never seen them before. He set them on the bed beside you and kisses your forehead.

“Change and sleep well, kitten. Don’t stay out like that until you are better, okay? I’m sorry if I scared or hurt you in the library… I just… wanted you to be safe.” Yuta admits, his face turning a little red.

With that he’s out of your room and gone.

You end up falling asleep without changing, and wake up irritated that he didn't try to find someone to help you change or at least make sure you took your bra off.

Now that your heat was gone, you were irritable, hungry, and needed to shower. When you remembered it was Thursday, curiosity got the better of you.

Anime club was yesterday, and Yuta found you. So, you texted Nayeon.

Y/N: Hey, was Yuta at the club last night?

N: Dropping formalities now, are we? 😏

Y/N: Oh shut it I know you know that we were friends when we were little

N: I do 😊

N: But to answer your question, he got a text from someone and then ran tf off.

N: Why do you ask?

Y/N: Well fuck

Y/N: No reason

N: Don’t lie to your best friend!

Y/N: Nayeon 🙄

Y/N: I’ll tell u later. Geesh.

Thoughts were racing through your mind as you manage to get yourself ready for the day. You had to skip breakfast and were nearly late for your first class. You were disheveled, but it was that kind of day.

You felt unnerved when you left class, so you naturally did your best to find someone to cling to.

The first person you found was a goofy dog hybrid named Johnny. You never had the nerve to ask if he was a labrador hybrid, but you were pretty certain he was, given his outgoing and playful demeanor and long, strong tail that actually really hurt you one more than one occasion than you'd like to admit.

You tightly grab onto his elbow and hold onto his arm for dear life, your ears flattening as you cling to him.

"Hey Johnny," you say softly, not looking at him but merely walking with him out of the building.

"Are you okay? I've been really worried about you. Your heats are rough, aren't they?" Johnny said softly, leading you to a more secluded area outside.

You blush and nod as he pulls you down onto a bench, clearly not minding your death grip on his arm. "It snuck up on me and I don't want to miss class. I hate getting behind and it makes my anxiety worse."

Johnny nods in understanding, listening intently. Even if he was a funny guy and really good at getting you to laugh and relax, he was also good at listening to how you felt. That was one of your favorite things about him, and it was one of the ways you knew he really does care about you.

"You should have listened to me. I told you it was gonna happen soon. And I know for a fact that Jihyo reminded you to get your suppressants. Did you not?"

You chew on your lip, feeling guilty. "I mean yeah, but I didn't start taking them early enough. I was a few days late and took them only the day before my heat instead of three days. And it was a different brand of the same medication… since I've been taking the one so long I don't think it was as effective."

"Well let's make sure you have the right ones next time. And someone with you when you're not in your room. It would make us all the more comfortable." Johnny admits.

"Us?" You ask, cutely tilting your head. He was obviously talking for someone else as well, and you were curious who it was caring for you so much. Sure, you knew your girl friends did, but they would say it themselves and honestly wouldn't be too upset if you were by yourself during your heat. They don't like being locked up for a time any more than you do.

"I, uh, it's not my place to say. But also, you could have found someone to stay with you during your heat. And before you say you aren't like that, I've definitely had females stay with me during rut and nothing happened. She just made sure I ate and stuff. I would be more than happy to do it next time." Johnny genuinely offers. "Although then again, I'm pretty sure she came out as lesbian now so maybe that's why…"

You softly laugh and squeeze his arm. "As much as I'd love something like that, I think it could end up being a bad idea. I've had… bad experiences during heat. And I don't want any of that negativity reflected onto you. I value you as a friend too much." You quietly admit, not looking at him.

When you first started going into heat, it was often sporadic and unexpected. Because your parents were humans, they couldn't sense when it was coming to have you stay home. You were never sexually assaulted, but you were harassed far more often than you'd like to admit. Since it was also when you're friendship with Yuta origin began to dwindle, you didn't have a friend to help you.

"You okay?" Johnny gently asks, noticing you space out.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, chewing your lip. "I will be."

You two managed to get outside through your conversation, so your grip on his arm loosened some and your ears began to perk up.

"Hey, do you know how Yuta found me in the library yesterday?" You ask him, tilting your head and looking up at him.

You knew through Nayeon that he was at anime club last night, so it eliminated another option of who found you.

"Well he got a text from Jungwoo. I'm not sure if you've met him yet? He's a very gently golden retriever hybrid. He can be pretty shy with people, especially girls. I'm not sure why he choose to text Yuta. I feel like Jaehyun or I would have been better since we're bigger." He chuckles softly, grinning cheekily at you. Johnny was smart; he knew exactly why you found him in the hallway to hold onto.

"I've seen him around some, but we've never officially met. He is with Mark a lot, right?"

"Yeah, they're pretty good friends. Unless you're thinking of Haechan… But he is a jaguar hybrid, not dog."

"Okay, I think I know who you mean now," you respond with a decisive nod.

Suddenly, you were face to face with a very angry Yuta. His pupils were dilated and his eyes narrow and as surveys you with Johnny. He gently takes your arm that was interlinked with Johnny's, clearly restraining himself with difficulty. He then grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, hissing at Johnny.

Yuta leads you to a more secluded spot on the side of the building, backing you against the wall. You blink in confusion, bewildered by his behavior until you smell the overwhelming sensation of him going into rut. You do your best to ignore your instincts as he sniffs you, his nose centimeters from your neck.

"Why were you all over Johnny, hmm? Your heat is over but you're still needy, aren't you? First the library, now this… you didn't even shower this morning. Are you wanting all of the men to come chasing after you? Hmm? You've been acting like such a naughty slut. You need someone to put you in your place." He growls lowly, his anger more than evident.

It took everything in you not to completely cower, and you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't mean what he was saying and that everything was fine.

You don't trust your voice to speak, so Yuta continues.

"You just want anyone to please you, but I know better. You're a naughty girl who loves being chased after and denying everyone. Even me. You'll deny me but will see how long that lasts, yeah? I'll have you in my bed screaming my name as I-" here, Yuta cut himself off. He was shaking slightly as he controls himself from continuing, him not wanting to make things worse between the two of you.

Jaehyun soon shows up, having clearly ran here. Johnny was right by him, and they both looked surprised, confused, and very concerned.

"Y/N, please leave," Jaehyun says very softly to you. He then turns to Yuta and tells him, "You really need to go back to your apartment. You don't want to do anything else that you will regret, do you? We will take you there if you want."

You could practically see Jaehyun's reflexes preparing to pounce, and you slowly backed away.

"Y/N. I want Y/N to be safe." Yuta manages to get out, starting to sweat.

"Do you want me to take her to her dorm or class or wherever it is that she's going?" Johnny suggests.

"No, not you," Yuta sneers.

Johnny raises his hands, calm somehow.

Yuta's tail thrashes in anger, and your ears flatten. You find your last bit of courage before saying, "Yuta please go home. I need to shower before class and work. You need to take care of yourself too. Please don't worry about me."

He turns and looks at you, his eyes more amber than usual. "Fine, but only if someone is with you. A female." He specifies.

You sigh softly but don't refute him, knowing how sensitive males would get in rut. Normally they were that protective over their mates, so it was weird for him to be acting like that with you. You definitely weren't mates, nor were you really friends.

"I just saw Seulgi and Yeri, I'll go grab them," Johnny says, quickly running off to get them.

"I'll go with you, Jaehyun," Yuta huffs out, practically dragging himself away from his spot, his eyes only leaving you once you were with Seulgi and Yeri.

Yeri gingerly takes your arm, letting you fume in silent anger as they walk.

"You live in the Cultural and Technological dorm, right?" She gently asks as you got closer to that part of campus.

"Yes…" you say, your head still spinning.

"Why don't you take some pain medicine once you get inside? That way it will kick in before you have to leave." Seulgi smartly suggests.

Seulgi was another fox hybrid, and Yeri a ragdoll cat.

Yeri purred a little as you nodded and used your card to unlock the building, letting them both in.

"Are you feeling better?" She gently asks you.

You nod slightly, still overwhelmed.

"I'll make sure it works out. He needs to apologize and talk to you." Seulgi says. "I don't know everything that happened, but if he was that worked up he shouldn't have left his room. He could have done something terrible."

"But he kinda did, Seulgi. He harassed her, technically. You can report that, you know, Y/N. It's up to you, obviously. We won't say anything if you don't want us too. I'll send you the link via text later and you can decide. No pressure." Yeri assures you.

"I think he will come begging for forgiveness when he's… him again. We'll see. But Yeri-ah I'd right, Y/N. The ball is in your court, or whatever the saying is." Seulgi agrees.

When you reached your door and were inside by your personal bedroom door, Yeri spoke up again. "If you need us or anything or want to talk or… whatever, really, you know how to contact us. And please feel free, okay?" She says, gently hugging you.

"Take care of yourself," Seulgi adds before they leave you to your own devices.

The rest of the day was fairly normal, up until you were leaving work. That’s when Jaehyung found you, panting softly as though he had just run there.

“Hey,” he says softly, smiling and showing his dimples. “Did everything end up okay?” he asks, falling into pace next to you.

You shrug a little as you walk. “Yeah, I suppose so. But I think some people heard about what happened… and I really don’t know what to do.” You admit, your ears drooping a little.

“Don’t worry too much about it. Take your time, too.” He kindly suggests, running a hand through his hair.

“That’s easy for you to say,” you grumble, irritated that it’s been filling your mind all day. On the bright side, you’d be seeing your therapist tomorrow, so maybe that would help.

“And about Yuta…” Jaehyung began, looking around a little and worrying his lip. “Well, we got him to the apartment and he’s safe there. He’s not going to be leaving anytime soon either, so you’ll be fine. We’re actually… We kind of are taking turns babysitting him.” Jaehyun admits with a soft chuckle. “I’ve never actually seen him this worked up.”

“You’re acting like it’s my fault,” you point out, the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up in irritation.

Jaehyun shakes his head no quickly. “It’s not your fault at all. Sure, it may be Yuta’s feelings for you, but that isn’t your fault. He should have known and been in better control of himself.” he quickly tells you. “Seriously, he’s the one to blame so don’t you feel guilty. Are you headed back home?”

“To my dorm, yeah,” you respond, not truly feeling as though it wasn’t your fault.

“Do you mind me walking you back? I won’t go inside; I don’t want Yuta mad at me. Clouded leopards have sharp teeth. Way to sharp. I suppose that’s what they get for being smaller.” Jaehyun grumbles, shaking his head.

“Says the liger hybrid,” you scoff, shaking your head.

“I just have bulky size, okay? It’s not like I’m a giant or anything,” Jaehyun says defensively.

“I know, I’m just teasing you a little,” you respond, a small smile finding its way onto your face.

You can tell that Jaehyun is pouting slightly by the silence between you two as you continue to walk.

“If you’re okay with it, we’re trying to see if Yuta will talk to you. I mean, he obviously needs to apologize and everything is up to you, but… I dunno. I think things need to be worked out between you two. Haven’t you been friends since you were little?” Jaehyun says.

“We were friends when we were little,” you respond, emphasizing that it was in the past.

Jaehyun lets out a hum while he things, shrugging some. “I’d say it’s not my business, but it kind of is right now because of Yuta’s behavior. I do prefer people talking to me because they want to let me know things rather than because they feel it’s necessary. So when you’re ready or if you just want to talk, I’d like to understand.”

“Thanks, I think?” You respond, turning to Jaehyung as you near the entrance of the dorm. “I need time to think this all through. It’s a lot to process, and I haven’t really had any time to do so. But you’re right about him needing to apologize.” You sigh and shake your heads, swiping your card and opening the door.

Before you go in, you turn back and add, “You know I could report him, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware. Johnny is the one who mentioned it to me. He does not know though. I mean, he knows what he did was wrong but he doesn’t know that’s something reportable. Probably because he’s in rut. But we won’t tell him if you do or don’t report him, Y/N. That’s your prerogative.” Jaehyun responds.

When you got home and were laying in bed looking over your schedule for tomorrow, you were more than relieved to notice that in two more days, you were having a session with your therapist Eunji.

The two days between your session felt slower than the rest of your life. You were completely on edge as you made your way to where Eunji's office was.

Your phone buzzes a few times as you drive, and you don't get the chance to check it until your arriving at your session.

You sign in as usual and sit down, reading over the text from Yuta.

Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened the other day. They others were right about me not going out early. I really hope I can make it up to you somehow.

Your name is called to deaf ears, until Eunji comes out to actually get you.

"Let's go in and talk about that, yeah?" She suggests, gently guiding him back to her office.

You glance at your phone again, nearly dropping it when you see the next message.

If you want, I could take you out for dinner. That way I could explain things and be honest with you. Its past time, really.

Let me know if that's okay with you. Whatever is the most comfortable for you. I don't want to scare you again.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Why don’t you put your phone down and you can explain what’s going on. Would you like some tea? I have your favorite.” Eunji says gently.

You nod, a blank look on your face as you watch her fix up some tea. With a deep breath, you manage to start talking.

“So I started going to anime club like you recommended, and it turns out Yuta is the vice president. And after I was in heat, well, on my last day… I fell asleep in the library. One of his friends texted him and he came to the library. He took me home and was really sweet and gentle with me.” You started, even though she knew about anime club already. “Anyways, he took me home and laid me in bed and it was so sweet. But then the very next day he got pissed at me for holding onto Johnny’s arm. He is just my FRIEND! Plus, I still had my heat scent on me and he’s pretty intimidating when he wants to be. But then Yuta… Well, he-he found us and got mad. His rut must have gotten triggered by me, and he… Well Seulgi and Yeri said he technically sexually harassed me. They said I could report him but I seriously don’t know what to do anymore. I thought being around him wouldn’t be a problem, but it clearly is!” You rant, bursting to tears as Eunji sets your tea down in front of you.

She gets a box of tissues and sets them down, offering you a few. You take them as you cry, trying to calm down enough to be coherent.

"So there's that, but then he just texted me and apologized and now… I don't know. I use to trust him completely, but I don't anymore. And I don't want anyone to hurt me, you know? I'm too sensitive for a terrible heartbreak. I'm so afraid that if I say yes and meet him, he'll confess. But if he does, I'm practically certain he will end up breaking my heart… he has once, so why not again?"

"Y/N," Eunji whispers, slowly shaking her head. "Don't overthink things, okay? And what do you want to do?"

"I-I want to report him like they said, but my heart… I want to let him explain but I'm scared. I just… I will give him a second chance. People deserve second chances. If it doesn't go well, I can still report him. Right?"

Eunji nods her head, taking notes as usual. "Exactly. And make sure you meet somewhere in public and don't go anywhere with just him until you're comfortable."

"Unna, what if it was just because of me? They told me not to think this way, but what if my heat triggered his rut to be so aggressive? I know we aren't mates or anything, but is there no explanation?"

Eunju smiles softly, clearly not surprised by your question. "You've known each other for so long, so he may still be naturally protective over you. That nature may be why he pinned you down. He didn't actually touch you or anything, did he?"

You shake your head no, realizing that he was respectful of your boundaries.

"Besides, heats and ruts cant very triggered more than a week early, if even that much. Bodies can't take changes in hormones that quickly. So his would have been coming soon anyways. And at his age, I'm sure he knows what and who may trigger him, for the most part. And if you are one, then it was silly of him to go help you when you were in the library. It just as easily could have been Johnny." Eunji explains.

You nod in thought, pleasantly surprised by her words.

"Drink some of the tea as you process, then let me know what you're thinking," she gently urges you.

You do as she asks, drinking in the delightful drink. Your mind was whirling and you calmed it with a few deep breaths and by focusing on the task at hand. How did you feel about Yuta?

"I think I'm in love with him," you whisper, your eyes widening some. "I think I always have been…"

Before your self hatred could creep in and strengthen, Eunji thankfully spoke up. "What does being in love with someone entail to you, Y/N?" She prompts you.

"It's not that you think about them all the time, but when you do you crave their presence. Its like…. You get butterflies and blush because you care about them more than you would as friends. You know a lot about them and always want more. Words honestly can't do it justice… But Unnie, I've never had someone love me back. What if he rejects me?"

"He may want to confess. If you do meet with him, let him speak first. But would you like to practice confessing to him? Thinking of a script will help you."

"You're right, they normally do," you laugh, smiling now. You feel lighthearted and giddy, but nervous at the same time. And this was Eunji, not even Yuta.

Eunji nods and smiles before getting into character, acting more serious. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. "Yuta, I need to be honest with you. I like you more than just friends should. I understand if you do not feel the same way, and would still like to go back to being friends, if that's okay with you?"

Eunji nods and claps her hands. "Well done, Y/N! Remember, practice in the mirror! You'll be fine. But again, you don't need to meet him if you don't want to."

"I do want to. But Eunji… can you help me reply? I do not know what to say." You say with a shy laugh.

"Of course. So do you want to meet?"

"Yes."

"Alright, so why don't you say dinner would be nice, and then suggest a day and time. You can say you have something to tell him too, or keep that to yourself." Eunji advises.

You nod before formulating your reply.

Yuta, I would really like that. Would Saturday around 5 work for you? Did you have some place in mind?

You get a reply within seconds after sending the text.

Don't be so formal with me, Y/N! I'm serious. It's weird coming from you! ☹ That works perfect, and I have the perfect restaurant in mind. I know you can be picky with food but you really will enjoy this place. I won't tell you where because it's a surprise! I can pick you up too, just let me know where you're at then! I will make a reservation for us too 😊

You can't help but laugh at how long his response is, but also feel touched. "Eunji Unnie, I'm going to need to go shopping now! What do people wear for this kind of thing? Is it a date?"

She laughs gently and shakes her head. "It's a date if you both want it to be. Don't worry about that now. As for clothes, it depends on the restaurant. Since he didn't specify, I have a feeling its somewhere nice. I'd suggest a dress or skirt. Something a little more than casual but not too fancy. Think little black dress, but you may want to add color."

You nod in thought, thinking of your wardrobe. "I'll have friends help me, since they can see what I have and maybe go shopping with them. That should work. Now I just have to navigate everything else between now and then…" You say nervously.

"You'll be fine. When you get anxious about it and start thinking of how things will go wrong or badly, think of what to do if that happens. Challenge yourself to think of good outcomes. Practice with yourself in the mirror. You will be okay and you will make it through this. Okay Y/N?"

You nod and let out a shaky sigh.

"And our time is up. I'll head out with you, okay?" Eunji says as she stands up and exits the room.

You follow her through the hallway to the front desk and thank her.

"Have a good time and stay safe, Y/N. It was a pleasure to see you as usual." She tells you with a smile.

Saturday morning you woke up in a panic. You had to work until noon, and had completely forgotten to text Nayeon if she could help you get ready. You quickly send her one before getting ready for work.

Your exhaustion is gone once you get to work, and instead you are full of nervous energy. Your coworker Tzuyu picks up on it and asks you about it, and you vaguely mention that you may have a date but you're not sure if you should call it that.

She laughs kindly at your response and informs you, "I mean, it depends on the situation and how it goes. And if you both want it to be a date. If you don't want it to be a date, tell him. If you want it to be or aren't sure, you can ask afterwards or later."

"That's actually… that's really great advice. Thanks, Tzuyu." You say, smiling and calming a little.

The rest of work went surprisingly well, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with Nayeon. "We need to go clothes shopping. Since he knows you, he probably has seen most of your wardrobe. So let's find something a little out of your comfort zone but stunning." She suggests as she drives you to the mall.

When you do start trying on dresses and outfits with varying levels of formality, you notice Nayeon sneakily texting someone. You pay no mind and hope she isn't too distracted by all of the guys that text her.

"You need something with an open back. You're back is so pretty~" she says, holding up a dress. "Not this one, because it's a hideous color but you get me."

Eventually, you find a super cute sundress. It was peach and reached your calves. It had a decently modest neckline, as it didn't go too low but it still showed a lot of skin. It had little pink, ivory, and pastel yellow flowers on it as well.

"Its super cute, Y/N, but I don't think it's the right occasion for that kind of dress. That's not to say you shouldn't get it, but we ought to keep looking." Nayeon tells you, which then gives you the feeling she knows more than is letting on.

You sigh softly and change, trying to decide if you should or shouldn't buy the dress. When you check the tag you realize it was on sale, which managed to lift your anxiety into ease.

"I'm going to buy it still. I hope we find the right dress soon…" you admit, checking the time.

“There’s a new shop in the mall that I’ve been wanting to check out, and they hopefully will have something there. Apparently it has really nice dresses for pretty cheap.” Nayeon says, walking with you to the line to buy the sundress.

“Well, there’s still more stores if this one doesn’t work, right?” you say, your voice slightly hopeful.

Nayeon gives you a halfhearted smile and shrugs. “I mean, there’s always thrift stores too. I know you never have much luck there, but we can always try.”

You sigh softly as you buy the dress, silently praying that the next store will have something more appropriate. Once you’re done and she takes your arm, leading you to the store, you ask her, “Hey. How do you know that this dress won’t be right for the occasion?”

She blushes and looks away guiltily. “Well I know how you can get when you’re nervous and don’t know what to wear, so I figured that if I asked Yuta himself then it would be easier to find an outfit that would work. Please don’t be mad about it!”

“Nayeon!” You say, lightly swatting her arm. “It’s not fair, you know more about what’s going on than I do~” you whine, frowning slightly.

“Don’t frown so much or you’ll get a frown line~” Nayeon teased, grinning mischievously as she took you into the store. “I promised him I wouldn’t say a thing, or else. He only told me where you’re going to eat but didn’t say anything specific like what he was planning on saying. Okay?”

“But what if I don't like anything on the menu~ You know I can be a picky eater, especially at new restaurants.” You complain, letting her lead you to the dresses. You let go of her arm and start looking through the ones in your size, picking out a few to try on.

“You know he cares about you more than that? And you’re childhood friends, I’m sure he could help you choose something to eat. Don’t be such a worrywart, okay Y/N?” Nayeon responds, grabbing a few more dresses as well.

Before you know it you’ve tried on at least ten dresses and only have one left. “If this one doesn’t work either I might scream,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey, we’re in public don’t you dare!” Nayeon teases, and you know she barely heard you.

You huff as you try it on, the light blue complimenting your skin tone perfectly. You zip up the back and admire it in the mirror. “You were right, I do have a nice back,” You softly laugh as you open the door, revealing the dress to Nayeon.

“It’s stunning, Y/N. Seriously. You look amazing. Completely stunning.” she compliments, making your cheeks heat up.

“The halter neckline doesn’t look weird or anything?” You ask, gently touching the satin fabric where it meets above your collar bones.

“Not at all. Unless it feels like its choking you. Then we should find a different dress.”

“No! No! I just, I didn’t want it to look weird. Are the straps aligned on my back? It doesn’t look bad without a bra? I normally wouldn’t go braless… but this dress is surprisingly well supportive.”

“It looks fine, don’t worry about it. You don’t even have any side boob showing.” Nayeon giggles, gently tracing where the fabric met your skin.

“Stop, that tickles!” You say, stepping away from her.

“Sorry, sorry. I think this is definitely the one. Do you want me to do your hair and makeup? I don’t mind~” Nayeon suggests, letting you step back into the dressing room and change back into your clothes.

“Hmm no. That’ll make it feel like it needs to be a date. Is it a date? Wait, don’t ask him! Or do. What if he doesn’t want it to be a date? What if he does want it to be a date?”

“Well, do you want it to be a date?”

“I don’t know! Do I?”

"I don't know the answer. You do." Nayeon responds. "Mina gets off soon, she could do your makeup if you want. We should do your hair up. Do you want to borrow any of my makeup?"

You shake your head, gently taking her hands. "I'll be good. Let me change and pay for this because now we're in a time crunch. I should be good." You tell her, going back into the dressing room stall and putting your clothes back on.

You sigh softly as you fix your hair and hang the dresses back up. You get rid of the ones that didn't work and keep the one the did, smiling at Nayeon as she joins you walking to the register.

"You're gonna need to calm down because incan smell the anxiety coming off of you in strong waves. I know you're nervous but that scent isn't going to help anyone." Nayeon tells you after you pay, guiding you through the mall and to the car. "Do some self care before you go and you may as well ask him if he wants this to be a date or not. Then your anxiety can change and lessen because then you would know what to expect."

"I know you're right, but that doesn't make it better. Plus I need to figure out if I want it to be a date or not. If I don't want it to be, then it shouldn't be… I think." You thoughtfully respond.

"Yes, he can't force things to be a date. Besides, he fucked shit up so if you don't want this to be a date he doesn't deserve it to be." Nayeon assures you as leave.

She turns on your favorite playlist of hers as she drives you back, knowing it could help you stay calm. When you were at your place, she turns down the music and assures you, "you can do this. Now go have some fun!"

A little over an hour later, you were dressed and ready with your hair up in a fancy ponytail and curls, your makeup the best you've ever done. You slid on your heels and grabbed your purse and keys, making sure he was our waiting for you.

You tell him you are on your way down, glancing in the mirror one last time. Your eyes dilate some as you check to make sure your lipstick did not already smudge, and the next thing you knew you were outside.

The soft clicking of your heels alerted Yuta that you were there, and he came out of his car with a brilliant smile.

"For a minute there I thought you were about to stand me up. I'm glad I was wrong!" He says, clearly relieved by your presence as he opens the passenger door for you. Once you're in he gently shuts it and joins you, making sure you both have your seatbelts on before driving.

"I thought about it. But then again, it would have been a waste to look this good and stay home by myself." You tease, grinning playfully.

Yuta laughs softly, and responds, "Yeah, it would be a shame. I'm honored to be able to appreciate your beauty for the night." He said it as a joke, but you knew better. He was glad that you were here and impressed at how beautiful you look.

"I could say the same for you. You look very nice in your suit. Did you even get it tailored?" You compliment and ask, tail lazily swishing back and forth as you admired his tuxedo. It was a classic black one, but it fit him well.

"Yes, I did. I figured it looks better this way. Was I right?" He responds, smiling as he teases you.

"Yes... " you admit, cheeks heating up as you turn to look out the window.

Yuta grins triumphantly, your (slightly forced) compliment making him happy. "I think you will really enjoy dinner. I managed to get in because Taeyong works there. Do you remember him? He is a waiter there and has been for a while. He owned me one anyways." Yuta says, filling in the silence of the car.

Your ears softly flick forwards to better listen to him, and you find yours staring out the window. "He was one of your friends from high school. Does he go to college nearby too?" You ask, not really interested in Taeyong but asking anyways. It was polite, after all.

Yuta glances over at you with a smile. "I know you're just saying that. But yes, he is. I believe he does more online classes so he can schedule in working."

You nod, forgetting that Yuta can't see you do so. "Good for him. It's hard to work and do school at the same time." You speak up, knowing the pain of scheduling work around class.

"It is. And you've been doing it too, so good on you." Yuta easily compliments, making you blush.

"Thank you," you shyly murmur, your ears flicking backwards.

When you reach the restaurant, it was as high class and fancy as you expected. You made a mental note to thank Nayeon later for going dress shopping with you and making you get your current dress. Yuta handed the car over to the valet and led a very dazed and awed you inside.

He went to the hostess and gave her his name, and soon you were being guided to your seats. Yuta, being the gentleman that you knew he was capable of being, pulls your chair out for you and gently pushes you back in.

You read over the menu, shocked at the choices, expansiveness, and how confusing the dishes sounded. You hardly notice when Yuta orders a sweet rosé, as you are attempting to decipher the menu.

"Hey, don't worry too much about it," Yuta gently chides you, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "I know exactly what to get you. Trust me on this."

You nod and put down the menu, taking the time to survey your surroundings. There was a good mix of humans and hybrids, and most seem to be couples. Your eyes find many that ate a human and a hybrid, which makes you happy that they were publicly defying stereotypes and social norms.

"Y/N, I'm really truly sorry about the other week. I wasn't thinking straight, and that's not an excuse, just an explanation. I don't usually get triggered into my rut early anymore, but I should have been more careful… especially around you." Yuta admits, breaking the silence between you two. He was being sincere, so much so that his eyes were wet as though he was on the verge of tears. "You-you mean a lot to me. I know it hasn't seemed like that for the past few years, but I really mean it. I- I'd like to, well, i don't want to start over, but if we can move forward… I'd really really like that. What I said was perfectly true too. I would like to be more than friends but I totally understand if you say no or want to start as just friends. I just… I just really miss you, Y/N..." Yuta says breathlessly, uncertain of how you would react.

You took the chance to take a few gulps of wine, drinking half of what was in it. Your ears were twitching out of nervousness, and you could hear the pounding of your heart. You struggled to stay calm and not shred the napkin, preparing to answer when the waiter makes his appearance once more, asking if you were ready to order.

Yuta smiles at him, and you could tell it was fake and very forced, even though to others it wouldn't come across that way. "She will have the special and I would like the filet mignon done medium rare."

The waiter nods and leaves you both alone once more.

Left with the need to answer, you lose your voice. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing your best to focus on things to stay grounded. "I think… I'd say uhm… we should rekindle our old friendship." you murmur, managing to get something out.

Yuta looks ecstatic at your response, pleased that you'd even be willing to stay around him.

"But," you add, looking away from him, "I wouldn't be opposed to this being a date and maybe being more than friends."

Yuta's ears go straight forward, and his eyes widen. "Do you- do you mean it?" He asks.

You shyly nod, glancing down at your lap. "I wouldn't have said so if I didn't," you giggle a little, your eyes meeting his.

Yuta smiles a real smile this time, and you swear your heart skips a beat. You can't help the smile that makes its way onto your lips, as Yuta's is too contagious.

"I'll make this the best date ever then," he assures you, purring softly.

You feel the heat in your cheeks, and Yuta doesn't have the chance to comment or tease you as the food comes. The waiter sets down the most delicious looking salmon in front of you, alongside steamed asparagus. Your mouth waters as you look up at Yuta, who was smirking at you.

"I remembered how much you love salmon," he admits with a shrug. "I pay attention to details sometimes."

You giggle and take a bite, purring in satisfaction at the taste. Whatever light seasoning was on the fish was perfect, and you gladly consume your dinner.

The conversation was easy thereafter, catching up with him. You avoided the burning question within you, not wanting to ruin the night. Your cheeks feel warmer than usual, and you realize quickly that you hadn't been drinking enough water with all of the wine.

Your campus and therefore dorm was a dry campus. You couldn't have alcohol on campus, and that included in yourself… no matter how idiotic that rule may be.

You try to voice this concern to Yuta as you leave, and he just shakes his head with a smile on his face. He, of course, was perfectly fine. If not, you wouldn't even consider getting in the car with him.

"I didn't say the date was over yet," he tells you as the valet brings him his car. Yuta gingerly guides you into the passenger seat, buckling you in as you giggle and blush. "Watch your tail, kitten," he warns, waiting for you to move it inside the car completely before shutting the door.

"Did you ever take Astronomy?" He asks you, buckling in and starting to drive.

"No. I took Geology instead." You respond, turning on the seat warmer.

Yuta notices and, at a stoplight, takes off his jacket and offers it to you. You take it and carefully put it on while Yuta explains his reason for the question.

"Ah, good. There's this spot that I found for class outside of the city. You can see all of the stars and the night view is beautiful. It's a wonderful field that I want to show you. Then we can stargaze if you'd like."

"I would like that," you tiredly murmur, falling asleep to the car's lulling movements.

Yuta smiles at your sleeping figure, turning on the music softly and concentrating on driving.

You wake when the engine stops, the white noise from it turning into the chirping of crickets. Yuta goes to the back of his car and retrieves blankets and a quilt. He then opens the door for you and guides you into the field. Yuta spreads out the quilt and helps you sit, gently holding your hand. He offers you a blanket which you gladly take, and soon you're laying side by side, looking up at the sky.

"The view is outstanding. Without light pollution, you can see hundreds of stars." You say.

"Yes, you're right," Yuta says, leaving you in silence for a while. "Do you know any constellations?"

You shake your head and respond, "I know Orion's belt and the two dippers. I find the big dipper easier… I suppose if I can find Orion's belt I can find him…"

Yuta smiled softly and began pointing out constellations and explaining the difference in star colors and the link to age. You listen, aw struck and the knowledge and size of the universe.

"Out of all time and space, I'm glad I live now," he admits.

"Why?"

"Because I can be here with you, even if I fucked up our relationship so many times."

You can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks at his words. "You know, most of life is trial and error. All we can do is make the best of it to be our best selves. And if we mess up, just apologize and try to make it better."

"Y/N," Yuta says, his voice sounding choked up.

You hum in response, but his words are caught in his throat.

After a while, you started to fall asleep. Yuta notices the change in your breathing, and a small smile forms on his face.

“Let’s take you home, yeah?” he says softly, gently picking you up and putting you in the car. He gathers the blankets and puts them in the car. Yuta gently buckles you in.

Soon enough, you wake up to the car stopping. You were only half asleep as you went back upstairs. You felt like your entire evening was a dream as you laid down on your bed, a soft sigh of contentment escaping you.

“Maybe things will be okay,” you whisper to yourself.

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The First Friend

Chapter two of Yakumo Sakura’s life where she meets her friend first that will join her journey through life, love, and friendship.

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Kai and Bai were both against it. It had only been a year since Sakura’s accident and she was turning eleven that year. They still wanted to keep her home where they could protect her and home school her.

Sakura on the other hand was completely against it. She was ready to return to school after dropping out due to her parents death and the car accident. It had taken her nine months to relearn how to walk and over a whole year to finally catch up with her school work. Thankfully her school was very understanding thanks to a large donation. Finally it took 16 months before Sakura could finally get back to training and doing anything remotely athletic.

After plenty of debate and retesting Yakumo Sakura would be returning to her private all girls primary school. Her goal was to be ready to enter Namimori Middle School in a year. She wanted to stop having a shelter life and live like a normal kid. Even the therapist agreed that it would help with her grief if she could continue to live like a normal child. Well as normal as a Yakuza Princess could live.

Kai was now her new guardian while his twin brother was her emergency contact. Her Father really had thought of everything for her daughter in the event of his death. He had already made Nakama Kai her legal guardian and left his business to her with Kai as the advisor until she was ready. There was also a trust fund for her that she could access as soon as she turned 16 but Kai was kind of enough to use the money to buy her whatever she needed.

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The first day back was exciting for the princess. She had been looking forward to getting things back to normal and getting back to school. Her guardian Kai dropped her off at the front gate in their town car and reminded her that he would be waiting for her around the corner so not to block the gate for the other students. She partly ignored him as she got out of the car joining her fellow students shuffling into the campus.

Right away the short brown hair girl followed the students towards the bulletin board to see what class she was in. She found her name quickly and smiled. This was a small sign that she should be back in school and that she had made the right decision on returning. The princess made her way into the school and changed her outdoor shoes to her indoor ones and headed up to the third floor looking for classroom 5-A.

Once she found her classroom she opened the door to realize one thing. She had been missing school for a year and half and there were already little clicks and groups. Another issue was that she didn’t remember anyone that was in her class. Awkwardly she walked over to her assigned seat in the back and sat there quietly seeing how she didn’t know anyone in the class. As more students filed in, Sakura kept feeling more and more awkward.

At the first break she chose to play on her phone and ignore what was going on around her. It was okay because no one talked to her let alone approached her. After all she had been gone a year and rumors had spread despite knowing the truth. At lunch she couldn’t take it and got up leaving the classroom.

She found herself eating her lunch alone on the side of the building under some trees. It was quiet as the student stretched out her legs. The cool breeze blew her hair to the side causing her to close her eyes. “I need to get used to this. Being a Yakuza leader means being alone. Father was alone. He only used mother to have an heir.” she reasoned with herself.

About to come to terms about this, she was interrupted by some other girl’s voices. “Come on Hinamori” was heard. Sakura knew that name. She was a girl in her class. An annoyed look was plastered on her face as she stood up. “You said you had money to buy us all lunch today. So cough it up” a different voice said. “I don’t have it. I can get it for you tomorrow” the Hinamori student pleaded. A loud slapping sound was heard along with a loud thump then some laughing.

“You’re so stupid. You really think that we don’t know you have money” the tallest girl said pulling Hinamori up by her collar. “Let her go,” Sakura said, folding her arms over her chest. The girls raised an eyebrow at her. “Who the hell do you think you are?” The first voice girl sized up Sakura. This girl had blond curly hair that looked like she was trying to pull off the beach look. She was fit but Sakura knew she could take her. Normally she would introduce herself but bullying didn’t qualify for a reason to give her name. “I said let her go” Sakura’s voice was calm but stern. These girls didn’t scare her at all. If anything she was afraid of seriously hurting them with her training.

The beach girl stalked over to the Cherry Blossom. “Hey brat I’d suggest backing off and leaving this to us. After all, you're the outsider. Missing for 18 months. You don’t belong here anymore” she talked down to her. Her hand went to shove Sakura but she was faster. Instead she took the beach girl’s wrist and easily used her weight against her making her fall face first into the floor. “Please restrain yourself from touching me with your filthy hands”” Sakura countered, talking down to her now.

The second girl turned her attention to Sakura now. Even the leader was surprised by her boldness. Hinamori was left to cower against the side of the building staring in awe of Sakura. The second girl had straight black hair that looked greasy. “You little…” but she was cut off by Sakura slamming her open palm against her chin then in a flash punched the girl in her stomach causing her to kneel over in pain.

Hinamori was in shock that some random classmate would help her. Sakura on the other hand turned her attention to the leader. “I will not repeat myself a third time” she warned her stalking over to her this time. The leader staggered slightly scared. WIthout a word she turned away leaving her henchmen there and heading back into the main building of the school.

Sakura let out a sigh of relief. She really didn’t want to get into a fight on the first day back after being gone for so long. “Um…” Sakura blinked and looked at the cowering girl on the ground. “Thank you” Sakura’s face twitched. “Don’t be so weak next time” she commented and headed back to the classroom. The lunch break would be over soon.

The rest of the school day went pretty easy. People continued to ignore her until the end of school As she was switching her shoes she felt someone watching her.The little yakuza princess rolled her eyes thinking it was the bullies from earlier and that they were going to jump her after school. Shet took a deep breath mentally preparing to fight her out. Proudly and with a strut in her step she walked towards the main gate.

A small smile graced her face when she saw Kai waiting for her at the gate. She increased her step and was about to escape when someone stepped right in front of her. “Shoot” Sakura thought as she instinctively stepped back and took a fighting stance. “You’re Yakumo-san right?” Sakura blinked surprised to see it was the same girl she had helped at lunch and not the bullies. “Yes?” She confirmed her identity and lowered her stance. “I was so nervous to approach you. You look so cool despite being in a school uniform.” There were stars in her eyes. “Okay.” Sakura was still confused as to why this girl was talking to her. “I’m Hinamori Yuna.” she said excitedly. “I’m in class B and I wanted to thank you for helping me out today at lunch,” Hinamori continued. Sakura nodded.

Hinamori was about to continue when a deep male voice interrupted them. “Sakura-sama we need to go.” Sakura held back a sigh of relief. “I’m ready,” she commented, stepping away from Hinamori and getting ready to head hom. “Oh...um...It was nice to meet you Yakumo-san” she ended the conversation. Sakura nodded to her and followed Kai out.

Kai held the car door open for her as the princess got in. He shut the door then headed over to the driver's seat. Sakura looked out the window at the gate to see Hinamori walking where she assumed home. Kai noticed this in a rear view mirror. “Is the girl you were talking to a new friend?” he asked her. “No.” Sakura said not even looking at him. “I helped her out at lunch due to bullies and she ambushed me after school,” Sakura explained. Kai looked worried and Sakura noticed this when she glanced at the mirror to see his expression. “Don’t worry. I didn’t really fight anyone. Mostly disabled the girls.” she shared. Kai nodded pleased with this answer. “Well it sounds like you had a nice day” he told her. The princess nodded her head.

The next day at school Sakura was surprised to see Hinamori waiting outside the gate. She took a breath and continued on towards the main entrance of the school. At least that’s what she hoped until Hinamori started walking next to her seeming nervous. “Good morning Yakumo-san” she greeted her. “Morning,” Sakura said back. She glanced at her and sighed. “Why are you walking with me?” she asked her. Hinamori’s eyes shifted. “Well...those girls from yesterday are waiting for me and they seem afraid of you” she commented. Sakura glanced at her. “Okay....and?” she asked. “Well I was hoping you wouldn’t mind walking with me in. I promise I’ll be quiet” she begged.

Sakura signed and went over to her locker to switch out her shoes. As she was switching them out she looked at Hinamori. “You do know that the best way to deal with bullies is to stand up to them.” she told her trying to get her off her case. “Yes but when I did that they attacked me like they did you yesterday” she tried to explain. Sakura frowned as she shut her locker. Hinamori led her to her locker so she could switch her shoes as well. “Don’t you have any other friends that could help you? Yesterday I just happened to be there.” she commented as Hinamori changed her shoes.

Hinamori looked down and frowned. “I don’t have many friends,” she commented. “My friends were those bullies.” she then told her. Sakura sighed and leaned against the lockers. “You are interesting, Hinamori,” Sakura said. “Yuna” Hinamori corrected her. Sakura glanced at her and was surprised to see the girl smiling and happy. “If you are going to use my name please call me Yuna. I want to be your friend Yakumo-san” she said. Sakura scoffed. “Then you should use my first name as well,” Sakura said smiling. The stars in Hinamori’s eyes appeared again as she shut her locker and held Sakura’s hands smiling. “I am so glad to have you as a friend Sakura-chan!” she said excitedly. Sakura blinked, chuckled and nodded her head, “Me too Yuna”

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Yakumo Sakura spent two years at the private all girl’s academy with her friend, Hinamori Yuna. They had gotten really close and had plenty of sleepovers at both girl’s houses. They often hung out after school, would often go to the local cake shop, and even go shopping together.

Yuna’s parents felt sorry for Sakura’s family history and would have her often when Yuna wanted her over. On school breaks, Sakura’s guardians would invite the HInamori’s over to special vacation spots which only made the girls have an even closer relationship. Kai and Bai were both happy that Sakura was doing well and was happy with her new friend. Before the girls knew it they were in their final year of middle school.

One day in the homeroom the teacher talked about middle schools. It was their last year there and they would either transfer to the sister school for all girl’s middle school or Namimori Middle school. The all girls private school tried to encourage the girls to attend the all girls private middle school. Although Yuna and Sakura were going to Namimori Middle School. Yuna to get away from the bullies and attend a school that was more diverse and easier on her parent’s budget. Sakura on the other hand would be attending the public school due to the fact that she wanted to go with Yuna, her only friend. Yuna’s parents were also thankful because it meant that when they had to work late, their daughter could stay at her friend’s house safely.

Their teacher finished explaining about two schools and handed each student a sheet of paper. The students were required to write down which school they were going to and what they would like to do when they grow up. Sakura smiled when she got her paper. She obviously wrote down Namimori middle school and when she grows up she wrote “Something with business”. Yuna wrote Namimori Middle school as well but what she wanted to be growing was a teacher.

The girls finished their final year of primary school with a strong note. Both had graduated with the top 50 of their classes. Yuna was rank 45 and Sakura was ranked 7 of their class. Over the summer the girls had plenty of sleepovers, a vacation together, and a back to school shopping trip. Before they knew it spring had arrived and the girls would be getting ready for their first year at Namimori Middle School.

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