What are other books/series that you'd recommend that are in the same vein as Animorphs?
Honestly, your ask inspired me to get off my butt and finally compile a list of the books that I reference with my character names in Eleutherophobia, because in a lot of ways that’s my list of recommendations right there: I deliberately chose children’s and/or sci-fi stories that deal really well with death, war, dark humor, class divides, and/or social trauma for most of my character names. I also tend to use allusions that either comment on Animorphs or on the source work in the way that the names come up.
That said, here are The Ten Greatest Animorphs-Adjacent Works of Literature According to Sol’s Totally Arbitrary Standards:
1. A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L’Engle
This is a really good teen story that, in painfully accurate detail, captures exactly what it’s like to be too young to really understand death while forced to confront it anyway. I read it at about the same age as the protagonist, not that long after having suffered the first major loss in my own life (a friend, also 14, killed by cancer). It accomplished exactly what a really good novel should by putting words to the experiences that I couldn’t describe properly either then or now. This isn’t a light read—its main plot is about terminal illness, and the story is bookended by two different unexpected deaths—but it is a powerful one.
2. The One and Only Ivan, K.A. Applegate
This prose novel (think an epic poem, sort of like The Iliad, only better) obviously has everything in it that makes K.A. Applegate one of the greatest children’s authors alive: heartbreaking tragedy, disturbing commentary on the human condition, unforgettably individuated narration, pop culture references, and poop jokes. Although I’m mostly joking when I refer to Marco in my tags as “the one and only” (since this book is narrated by a gorilla), Ivan does remind me of Marco with his sometimes-toxic determination to see the best of every possible situation when grief and anger allow him no other outlet for his feelings and the terrifying lengths to which he will go in order to protect his found family.
3. My Teacher Flunked the Planet, Bruce Coville
Although the entire My Teacher is an Alien series is really well-written and powerful, this book is definitely my favorite because in many ways it’s sort of an anti-Animorphs. Whereas Animorphs (at least in my opinion) is a story about the battle for personal freedom and privacy, with huge emphasis on one’s inner identity remaining the same even as one’s physical shape changes, My Teacher Flunked the Planet is about how maybe the answer to all our problems doesn’t come from violent struggle for personal freedoms, but from peaceful acceptance of common ground among all humans. There’s a lot of intuitive appeal in reading about the protagonists of a war epic all shouting “Free or dead!” before going off to battle (#13) but this series actually deconstructs that message as blind and excessive, especially when options like “all you need is love” or “no man is an island” are still on the table.
4. Moon Called, Patricia Briggs
I think this book is the only piece of adult fiction on this whole list, and that’s no accident: the Mercy Thompson series is all about the process of adulthood and how that happens to interact with the presence of the supernatural in one’s life. The last time I tried to make a list of my favorite fictional characters of all time, it ended up being about 75% Mercy Thompson series, 24% Animorphs, and the other 1% was Eugenides Attolis (who I’ll get back to in my rec for The Theif). These books are about a VW mechanic, her security-administrator next door neighbor, her surgeon roommate, her retail-working best friend and his defense-lawyer boyfriend, and their cybersecurity frenemy. The fact that half those characters are supernatural creatures only serves to inconvenience Mercy as she contemplates how she’s going to pay next month’s rent when a demon destroyed her trailer, whether to get married for the first time at age 38 when doing so would make her co-alpha of a werewolf pack, what to do about the vampires that keep asking for her mechanic services without paying, and how to be a good neighbor to the area ghosts that only she can see.
5. The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner
This book (and its sequel A Conspiracy of Kings) are the ones that I return to every time I struggle with first-person writing and no Animorphs are at hand. Turner does maybe the best of any author I’ve seen of having character-driven plots and plot-driven characters. This book is the story of five individuals (with five slightly different agendas) traveling through an alternate version of ancient Greece and Turkey with a deceptively simple goal: they all want to work together to steal a magical stone from the gods. However, the narrator especially is more complicated than he seems, which everyone else fails to realize at their own detriment.
6. Homecoming, Cynthia Voight
Critics have compared this book to a modern, realistic reimagining of The Boxcar Children, which always made a lot of sense to me. It’s the story of four children who must find their own way from relative to relative in an effort to find a permanent home, struggling every single day with the question of what they will eat and how they will find a safe place to sleep that night. The main character herself is one of those unforgettable heroines that is easy to love even as she makes mistake after mistake as a 13-year-old who is forced to navigate the world of adult decisions, shouldering the burden of finding a home for her family because even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it’s not like she can ask an adult for help. Too bad the Animorphs didn’t have Dicey Tillerman on the team, because this girl shepherds her family through an Odysseus-worthy journey on stubbornness alone.
7. High Wizardry, Diane Duane
The Young Wizards series has a lot of good books in it, but this one will forever be my favorite because it shows that weird, awkward, science- and sci-fi-loving girls can save the world just by being themselves. Dairine Callahan was the first geek girl who ever taught me it’s not only okay to be a geek girl, but that there’s power in empiricism when properly applied. In contrast to a lot of scientifically “smart” characters from sci-fi (who often use long words or good grades as a shorthand for conveying their expertise), Dairine applies the scientific method, programming theory, and a love of Star Wars to her problem-solving skills in a way that easily conveys that she—and Diane Duane, for that matter—love science for what it is: an adventurous way of taking apart the universe to find out how it works. This is sci-fi at its best.
8. Dr. Franklin’s Island, Gwyneth Jones
If you love Animorphs’ body horror, personal tragedy, and portrayal of teens struggling to cope with unimaginable circumstances, then this the book for you! I’m only being about 80% facetious, because this story has all that and a huge dose of teen angst besides. It’s a loose retelling of H.G. Wells’s classic The Island of Doctor Moreau, but really goes beyond that story by showing how the identity struggles of adolescence interact with the identity struggles of being kidnapped by a mad scientist and forcibly transformed into a different animal. It’s a survival story with a huge dose of nightmare fuel (seriously: this book is not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach, or anyone who skips the descriptions of skin melting and bones realigning in Animorphs) but it’s also one about how three kids with a ton of personal differences and no particular reason to like each other become fast friends over the process of surviving hell by relying on each other.
9. Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Louis Sachar
Louis Sachar is the only author I’ve ever seen who can match K.A. Applegate for nihilistic humor and absurdist horror layered on top of an awesome story that’s actually fun for kids to read. Where he beats K.A. Applegate out is in terms of his ability to generate dream-like surrealism in these short stories, each one of which starts out hilariously bizarre and gradually devolves into becoming nightmare-inducingly bizarre. Generally, each one ends with an unsettling abruptness that never quite relieves the tension evoked by the horror of the previous pages, leaving the reader wondering what the hell just happened, and whether one just wet one’s pants from laughing too hard or from sheer existential terror. The fact that so much of this effect is achieved through meta-humor and wordplay is, in my opinion, just a testament to Sachar’s huge skill as a writer.
10. Magyk, Angie Sage
As I mentioned, the Septimus Heap series is probably the second most powerful portrayal of the effect of war on children that I’ve ever encountered; the fact that the books are so funny on top of their subtle horror is a huge bonus as well. There are a lot of excellent moments throughout the series where the one protagonist’s history as a child soldier (throughout this novel he’s simply known as “Boy 412″) will interact with his stepsister’s (and co-protagonist’s) comparatively privileged upbringing. Probably my favorite is the moment when the two main characters end up working together to kill a man in self-defense, and the girl raised as a princess makes the horrified comment that she never thought she’d actually have to kill someone, to which her stepbrother calmly responds that that’s a privilege he never had; the ensuing conversation strongly implies that his psyche has been permanently damaged by the fact that he was raised to kill pretty much from infancy, but all in a way that is both child-friendly and respectful of real trauma.
Sometimes, things don’t go as planned. More times than not, everyone gets through the year and makes it out safely. But every once in a while, there’s a sickness, or a fight, or a harebrained scheme to save the world gone sideways, and one of them doesn’t make it through the year.
They mourn for their fallen. They know they’ll see them again, in a few months, as if they’d never died, but it’s always tough for a while after. Sometimes the people they encounter in these other worlds are startled by how quickly they move on with life. They tell them they’ll see their brother or sister again one day. Most take it as trite, something you say to console yourself in the face of death. But Taako tells them, “No really, it’s not goodbye, it’s just TTYL!”
Whenever one of them dies before the year’s end, Lucretia opens another notebook, and begins to write.
She writes them letters. She doesn’t write to them every day. Just when there’s a brilliant success, or a devastating failure, or a joke that would have made them laugh, a beautiful tree they would have climbed, or a rock that looked so goddamn much like Barry’s face that they had to take it with them. There are doodles and anecdotes. “I wish you could have seen her.” “We needed you today. You would’ve known just what to say.” She records these postcards for them, from the months they missed. And when they’ve finally settled down in their new home for the year, she quietly hands them over.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x James Rogers x Tony Stark x Thor Odison
Warning: Things get a little out of hand, but it’s not sad!
Here is my continue of Dad!Saturday, I’m working through the rest of the
requests I got for these. This was an Anon request. Hope you enjoy.
Prompts: “Don’t tell your mom and you can have ice cream for dinner”
When Tony wants to try out a new idea, he remembered Peppers warning about blowing out half of the building again and Y/N’s threat about doing anything dangerous with James in the building. When they go to the roof to test it out, it’s a good thing Tony’s quick with his back up plans while Steve’s flat on his back and James ends up in a bad situation.
“James! My man.” Tony greets the four year old perched on
his father shoulders.
“Uncle Tony!” The blonde copy of his father, cheers back.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader
Length: 2129+ words [I didn’t think it was this long tbh…]
TW: Nothing in this chapter!
A/N: Do you guys remember that video of the dad who calmed their crying baby by sleeping in their crib, and they tried leaving, but their kid wasn’t having any of it? Well… this was very much inspired by that video! And of course, because it’s me, I had to put a bit of angst here and there- moreso in the next part!
Dean groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. Not only did the witch get away, but she left some annoying consequences for the brothers to deal with. Their youngest sister sat on the floor. Her would be adult body was now a toddler- not even a toddler, a baby. The witch had freaking turned his baby sister into a baby. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at her older brother, hazel eyes wide with confusion.
“Dean! Where’s-” Sam stopped in his track just behind his older brother, looking down at the baby in front of them. “Is that-”
“Yea.” Dean threw his arms up in frustration, stomping away. “Damn it!”
Y/N watched her older brother for a few seconds, her bottom lip quivering. Soon enough, a wail erupted from her small figure. Fear and confusion bubbling inside of her.
“Damn it, Dean,” Sam cursed under his breath. “You scared her.” The youngest brother picked his sister up, adjusting her clothes that are now too big on her, and placing her against his side. “Hey, now. You’re okay.” He gently bounced her while cooing.
“C’mon. Let’s just get back to the bunker,” Dean said roughly, walking back to the Impala without a second glance to his younger siblings.
Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)
Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wroteNight Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarositarequest: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: swearing, nightmare, that’s about it. :)
Word Count: 5168 (woops…)
Author’s Note: Okay team, enjoy the fluff while you can…
The next morning you’d woken early, it was bright and damn
cold. Snowing again. But Bucky was warm, and breathing slowly and softly and
you didn’t want to move, wishing you could stay there where you’d fallen
asleep, tucked close to his side long into the morning. But there were three
people to whom you certainly did not want to explain this situation so you
dragged yourself as quietly and gently as you could away from Bucky’s sleeping
body beside you.
You rolled off Jack, collapsing on the bed beside him as you tried catching your breath. Your head still spinning from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.
“wow.” Jack breathed out, his chest heaving up and down, “that was incredible”
“I.Know” you breathed out, a dopey smile on your face.
You and Jack were close, and there’s always been something between the two of you ever since you met a few months back. Some sort of tension, but neither of you acted on it ever, especially with Jack and Jack being so popular, and your acting, you were both so busy, and constantly in someones spotlight, neither of you really wanted to bring some complicated relationship into the mix, since the two of you weren’t sure what was there. The two of you didn’t want to ruin your new friendship either, but one night at a party that logic went out the window when the two of you, both having a few drinks, snuck off upstairs and fooled around. Now here you are, 4 months later.
You sighed, getting out of the bed and searching for your clothes.
“what are you doing?” Jack whined from the bed, giving you puppy eyes as he watched you pull on your panties and bra and wiggle into your shorts, searching for your shirt now.
“I told you today had to be quick. I’ve got that music video today”
“oh…right” he spoke, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.
The two of you talked while you walked through the house, grabbing a piece of toast in the kitchen and heading out, Jack walking you to your car.
“alright beautiful, kill it today at the music video.” he smiled, resting his hands on the top of the car, your door open, and leaning down.
“I’ll try” you smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it can’t be that hard, I doubt I’ll have any lines.” you laughed.
“I’m sure you’re gonna do great.” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you before closing the door and watching you drive off.
When you arrived on the set you walked around. You hadn’t really heard much about this, all you know is that the artist requested you be considered for the part, according to your manager, who was more than thrilled, saying it would be a good ‘experience’ when being considered for other parts in movies and shows.
Your manager, Tyler, met you at the door as soon as you walked in.
“hey (y/n). Good to see you” he spoke, hugging you. Tyler was cool as shit, and definitely watched out for you, like a protective older brother, so you trusted him when it came to this part.
“yeah, I’m pretty excited for this actually” you smiled at him as you two started to walk through the place.
“I think you’ll love this actually” he smiled.
“yeah, I hope so. I just really wanna meet the artist. I mean, to be like personally requested.” you gushed.
“oh yeah, well he thought you’d fit the part perfectly for what he had in mind. He’s actually changing I believe, but let’s go talk to the director, he’ll give you the basic idea.”
After meeting the director, and getting the main idea, you were actually pretty excited. This would be the first, more intimate like scene you’ve done, but you thought it’d be good for you.
So Tyler showed you to your room and showed you your outfit, which you were pretty excited to slip on.
Walking out after changing, and hair and makeup had their turn with you, a robe around you, you were more excited than before. You walked towards Tyler, who’s face lit up when he saw you.
You approached him, and the director, and another guy, who’s back was turned towards you. The director saw you and smiled, nodding at the robe, and you undid the little tie, and slipped it off, the director and Tyler’s eyes both going wide, which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds, it’s not like they were 50, they were both late 20′s early 30′s, and I mean, you were 20, so it wasn’t that weird.
You held the robe in you arms and watched as the director nudged the other guy, who lifted his head up to look at him, but when he nodded his head in your direction the other guy turned around, as if in slow motion.
Your eyes widened at you made eye contact. He was hot. So fucking hot. Tall. Scruffy. Man bun. Great style. Killer smile. Low eyes you could just get lost in.
When Jace nudged Nate, he was curious as to what he wanted. They were in the middle of talking about the video, Nate talking about some of his ideas, and input from Tyler, about things you’d be good at, and then just everyone throwing out ideas. Nate was seeing it really coming together, but looking at Jace expectantly, only to see him nod behind him, Nate turned to see what needed his attention.
You were even more beautiful in person, compared to the pictures on ig, and the few movies he’s seen you in. You were so beautiful. Nate was kinda taken aback. He eyed you up and down as you approached. Long legs, thin waist and god your eyes and timid smile were killing him. You screamed innocence, but your outfit completely contradicted that idea.
You bit your lip as you approached, eyeing him up and down so obviously, but he didn’t do a good job at keeping his eyes off you either, not that you minded whatsoever.
“(y/n) this is Nate.” Justin spoke.
“hi” you smiled, reaching your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you” you spoke sweetly.
“trust me, the pleasures mine.” Nate flirted.
After your short introduction, Justin and Tyler went off to make sure everything was set, you and Nate following behind, just talking a bit.
“You nervous?” he asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.
“no and yes” you laughed.
“well I mean, I feel like I can do this no problem, and I mean, there’s always more than one take we can do, it’s just…I mean, to be requested personally, I feel like the pressures really on”
“oh yeah, I just thought you’d fit the part really well, I mean, everyone loves a video with a beautiful girl in it.” he smiled.
“stop it.” you blushed, playfully bumping into his side.
“there’s really nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be fine.” he smiled, as the two of you got to the actual set where the cameras and lights and everything was.
Some scenes that were filmed, Nate wasn’t in, so he stood off on the side, and he was so glad he picked you for this.
“she’s good.” Tyler smirked beside Nate, who had his eyes glued on you the whole time.
“y-yeah.” he stuttered a bit, biting his lip as he watched you
god, you were stunning.
You were told to ‘act seductive and sexy’ and the outfit was half of it, adding to your confidence, so you literally just went with it. It started off, you filmed all the scenes you were doing by yourself, just so you could be a little more comfortable before just throwing you half naked in bed with a guy you just met.
But then came the scenes you had to do with Nate, which I mean, you were a professional, you weren’t gonna get all giddy, even though he was extremely hot and this was a rather sensual video.
You did as you were told, and god, you were actually pretty turned on.
Nate admired the way you moved, like it came so natural to you, and he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to actually have you like this. God, you were turning him on so much.
When you were done, you watched as Justin put it together, you and Nate standing pretty close, and you were actually surprised how well the whole thing looked.
“damn.” you and Nate said at the same time, looking sideways at one another with smiles on your faces.
“definitely. we should have it up by tomorrow after we edit it a bit more if that’s cool with you skate.” Justin spoke
“yeah, that’s cool.” Nate smiled.
“alright, well that’s a wrap then.”
Justin and Tyler stood and talked, both voicing and working on the editing a bit, more so, Tyler just voicing his opinion.
You and Nate turned and started to walk off, you were going to change back into normal clothes.
“hey (y/n)” Nate spoke, catching your attention.
“yeah?” you asked, your brow furrowed.
“you wanna go grab something to eat?”
“yes!” you exclaimed, overjoyed, but to be fair, all you had eaten was a piece of toast, Jack took a big bite out of as well.
“alright, cool” Nate laughed. “you go ahead and change and I’ll be out here waiting.”
“okay cool” you smiled.
You had never had so much fun before. You and Nate were really hitting things off, conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you and you guys couldn’t stop laughing. He invited you back to a buddies place for a party, and well, you couldn’t refuse.
You had Nate drop you off at your place, and he of course followed you in while you changed and got ready for the night, unsure of what to wear. Nate sat out in your living room while you changed.
After you finished getting ready you walked down the hall and joined Nate, getting his attention, and the two of you leaving and heading towards the party.
You were a little nervous walking up to the house, but Nate wrapped his arm around your waist as if it was the most natural thing, and you felt more comfortable.
“don’t worry, my friends are cool” Nate spoke.
“I hope so” you let out a little nervous giggle.
So far everyone was great. Nash was so chill and John and Tez made you laugh. Hayes kept hitting on you, which was flattering, and he was so adorable. You even bumped into Johnson, not knowing he knew Nate.
“so wait, is Jack here?” you asked as you were standing with Johnson, the two of you drinking together.
“yeah, I saw him around here somewhere.”
“hmm, I’m sure I’ll bump into him or something then.”
It was then that Nate came and ‘stole’ you from Johnson, pulling you downstairs.
“what are we doing down here?” you asked as you made it down the last step you saw John sitting on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.
“you’re gonna smoke with us.” Nate spoke, taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch.
When you guys finished like 3 bowls and 2 blunts, you headed back upstairs. You ended up hanging out with Nate for a bit, dragging him out to dance with you.
Jack found Madison as soon as he walked in, walking up to her and engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and the two were pretty much glued to one another all night.
Madison pulled Jack out to dance, and the two of them were getting sensual. Jack’s hands roaming her body as she grinded against him. Jack started kissing on her neck, when he looked up and saw Nate for the first time of the night, dancing with a girl.
You were having so much fun with Nate, and your eyes were glossed over, the alcohol and weed hitting you hard. You turned to look around when you were met with the image of a guy and girl making out, tongues down one another’s throat practically.
Your mind went to Jack, a smile coming onto your face. It was when the two broke apart that you felt sick, seeing Jack smile down at the girl.
“I-uh, I gotta go to the bathroom” you spoke, shocked to see Jack all over another girl. Sure you were dancing with Nate, but, you just felt it was different.
“alright, I’ll find you in a bit.” he smiled, his hand resting on your side as you slipped out of his grip slowly.
You did go to the bathroom, but didn’t go back to find Nate right away, you just wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, clear your head.
It was when you were outside that someone bumped into you, causing you to stumble a bit.
“shit my ba-(y/n)?” you heard the all too familiar voice.
“Jack” you spoke.
“what are you doing here?” he asked shocked.
“nothing” you muttered.
You knew you were being short and having an attitude, but you felt like you had the right to be. How could Jack just fuck you this morning, and then be all over this other girl with his tongue down her throat.
“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your arm causing you to look at him.
“don’t lie to me (y/n)”
“I’m fine really.” you spoke, annoyed honestly.
“I’m fine Jack really, why don’t you go check on your little girlfriend from inside.”
“what are you t-Madison” he muttered, realizing who you were talking about.
“It’s not a big deal, she’s just a friend.”
“really? cause I don’t shove my tongue down my ‘just friend’s throat.”
“you’re being ridiculous.”
“I saw you” you laughed dryly.
“Honestly? why are you even mad?” he asked.
“seriously?! Jack, we just fucked this morning, and we have been for the past what now…4 months? did it literally mean nothing?”
“(y/n) come on. there were no emotions. no relationship. it was just sex.” he laughed, and it was then that you noticed his bloodshot eyes. Of course he was drunk, cause his words and actions tonight were completely different than the Jack you knew, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe you and Jack were just sex? You didn’t care; it hurt to hear him say it, and to have such a heartless tone when saying it.
“glad you feel that way, have fun with whatever her name is” you spoke, starting to walk about but turned around to look at him again “and don’t bother calling me again.” and with that you walked off.
You found Swazz and did a few shots with him before asking where Nate was, John smirking and pointing towards upstairs. “I think he headed up to his room”
“wait, he lives here?” you asked “he said it was a friends party”
“yeah, we live here together” John laughed. “but his room is upstairs, second one on the left.
You smiled and headed upstairs, tripping but laughing it off as you made it to the top and then trying to find Nate’s room, knocking on the closed door.
When the door opened you were startled by a shirtless Nate, gawking at his abs before meeting his gaze, lip caught between your teeth.
“it looks like I-uh-I found you” you giggled.
“yeah” he smiled. He stepped back a bit, opening the door more and you walked in and looked around his room before you turned to meet his gaze.
“so, this is your house.” you spoke, raising your brow as Nate made his way to sit on his bed, sweats hanging low on his hips, sitting up against his headboard.
“yeah” he spoke, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you, since he had a pretty good idea of what you looked like half naked anyway from the shoot today; as you stood at the end of his bed.
“so this is your party” you spoke, putting your hand on your hip.
“I guess you could say that.” he smirked.
“then why aren’t you down, enjoying your party?” you asked, walking and setting your cup down on his dresser, walking back slowly, Nate’s eyes glued to you.
“trust me, I’m enjoying this right now.” he nodded towards you as you stood at the end of his bed again. You were glad it was dark in his room to hide the small blush coming to your face, but it couldn’t hide your smile.
The music from downstairs, mixed by Dillon, flowed upstairs into Nate’s room, and it was a slower type of song. You unknowingly started to sway to the music, Nate’s eyebrows quirking up.
You bit your lip, noticing the way Nate was eyeing you up and down, and you decided to be a little daring.
You reached down and undid the button on your jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, turning and wiggling your butt a bit, looking back at Nate who had his lip between his teeth and his eyes glued to your ass as you slowly started to pull your pants down, bending over giving Nate a great view.
You stood back up, tossing your head back, your hair flying up above you, and then behind, bouncing a bit before resting on your back.
Nate saw that happen as if it was in slow motion. He was so fucking turned on, and you only just took your pants off, but damn, you were so fucking sexy. The arch you had in your back when you bent over, and then slowly stood back up, god. You were so fucking sexy.
You turned back around, swiveling your hips back and forth, still dancing to the music downstairs, and you ran your hands over your body, starting in your hair and slowly making their way down you shoulders, over your boobs, down to the hem of your shirt.
You smiled at Nate as you slowly pulled the shirt up, exposing more and more of your flawless skin to Nate, who’s eyes were raking up and down your whole entire body, hunger in his eyes.
So you were left in just your bra and panties, and you slowly started to climb up the bed towards him, stopping when you were on your hands and knees, practically straddling him, your face centimeters away from his.
“y’know” he whispered. “I can’t get a show like this down at the party” he finished, his lips dangerously close to yours now.
“oh really?” you spoke in a low tone, your lips eager for his.
Nate slowly nodded his head before reaching up under your chin and meeting your lips. You melted into the kiss, sitting on Nate’s lap, his hands going to your ass and yours around his neck.
In no time his tongue was in your mouth and you had started grinding on him, needing some sort of friction.
Nate reached up and undid your bra, you just as eagerly as him reached to take it off over your shoulders and toss it somewhere in the room. It was then that Nate turned you over so he was on top, his lips leaving yours and moving down your jaw to your ear, leaving a trail of kisses.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day” he whispered hotly in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly making his way down your collarbone and then to the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to massage one, tweaking the nipple while his mouth went to the other.
You arched your back a bit more as Nate switched his mouth to the other, a shaky breath coming from your mouth and Nate’s name slipping through your lips in a hushed tone.
Nate smirked up at you while he continued his way down your body, kissing and sucking on your hipbone, right above your pantyline. He hooked his finger in the top band and slowly started to pull them down, you kicking them off as they got to your ankles.
Nate dipped his head down toward your heat, licking a bold strip from your entrance to your clit before he started to suck and kitten lick your clit. Your hands went to his hair, bunching it up between your hands, pulling it out of pleasure. His scruffy face adding a weird pleasurable feeling to the whole entire mix.
Your back was arched as Nate slipped two fingers into you while continuing to lick your clit. His fingers moving inside you and his mouth on your clit were driving you wild, and you were close. You had started to grind against his mouth and fingers, needing more to get your release. Nate picked up the pace of his fingers, and his mouth showed your clit no mercy, pushing you closer and closer to letting go.
Nate’s name and breathless moans came out of your mouth, mixed with small profanities. Before you knew it you reached your climax. Your back was arched off the mattress and your legs were shaking.
Nate let you recover from your orgasm, and when you could finally see straight, you pulled him up to you and smashed your lips to his. You didn’t care that the taste of yourself was still on his lips. You just wanted him…now.
You reached down between the two of you and started to tug at his sweats, causing Nate to smile into the kiss, and while balancing himself with one hand, he reached down and helped you pull off his sweats.
Nate laid back down on top of you, his tip at your entrance. He lined himself up and you felt him push his tip in, sliding his hands up and locking them with yours before her pushed all the way in, your eyes going wide at the feeling of him filling you up, you moaning quietly in his ear.
Nate waited for you to adjust to his size a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly at first, his lips on yours.
It didn’t take much for him to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking with his movements.
His head by your ear, you heard him grunting with each thrust, and you were letting out shaky breaths and quiet moans.
No one has ever made you feel how Nate was. Your nails raked down his back as he hit your g-spot, back arching off the mattress, the two of you skin to skin.
Your head was spinning and all that was falling from your lips was Nate’s name and shaky breaths. Nate placed his lips back onto yours, never feeling as good as he did before. Your body just seemed to fit with his perfectly.
His thrusts started to get a little sloppy, and you had started clenching around him, trying to hold on a bit longer.
It was as if all at once though, the two of you both reached your climax, both of you letting go at about the same time. You moaned out Nate’s name, and he bit down on your shoulder, letting out a low groan against you.
Nate rolled off you, crashing down on the bed with a huff, his breathing uneven. He had never came that hard before, and it’d been a while since he’s had such great sex before as well. Sure, he would have loved to hit it from behind, but something about you, he wanted something more filled with passion, not just some quick rough fuck.
Nate turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest a bit more.
You woke up the next morning to your phone going off. You were getting an incoming call, and you tried to ignore it, but this was the third time whoever it was tried, and you had a feeling they weren’t gonna stop until you answered.
Groaning, you rolled over and saw who was calling, and you answered sleepily.
“what?” you muttered into the phone.
“well good morning to you too” you heard Jack chuckle as you got out of bed and searched the room for you clothes.
“sorry, I’m just confused as to why…why you’re calling” you spoke..
“cause I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” he spoke lowly, a smirk evident in his voice.
“seriously?” you scoffed.
“yeah? why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“last night you told me there wasn’t anything between us, no emotions or relationship between us, so sorry if I don’t wanna come ‘hang’”
“please, I was drunk I don’t even rem-” he started but you heard a tiny voice in the back “Jack, come back to bed”
“no, don’t call me again. I just can’t deal with you right now, and clearly you need to figure some things out” and with that you hung up before he could say another word.
You let out a sigh of relief and settled back into bed a bit.
Nate’s arm flew around you and he pulled you back into his chest more, you snuggling into him more.
“who was that?” he muttered.
“no one important.” you whispered a bit.
“alright.” he let out a little raspy chuckle. “let’s go back to bed for a bit, and then how about we go get something to eat afterwards.”
“perfect” you muttered, closing your eyes again, but feeling Nate’s lips push against your forehead.
“You know it’s going to be a bit more crowded then when I met your friends right?” Draco nervously pulled on the sleeves of his cardigan. He doubted Harry had believed him when he said he lived together with all of his friends and he wouldn’t want him turning tails at the sight of so many snakes. Merlin knew how terrifying they could be.
“More crowded than at the Burrow? Did you invite half your house over for dinner or something?” Harry turned around and Draco quickly stopped fiddling, putting on the mask of calmth that his pureblood upbringing had left him.
“No. Like I said I live with them. We have dinner together every day if we want to.” Harry snickered and mumbled something that sounded like yeah sure you do. Draco’s stomach did a backflip and he almost didn’t kiss Harry back when the man stepped in closer and captured his lips.
“I’ll be fine darling don’t worry. Only two days ago I gave a speech in front of thousands of people, I’m sure I can handle a bunch of adolescents.” Draco was too stressed out to reply, though not stressed out enough not to think adolescents yeah. You keep telling yourself that.
“Are we flooing together?” Harry turned around once more to offer his hand. Draco swallowed and took it, still not making any noise except for a tiny squeak in the back of his throat. He should have been more clear about it, should have refused to take Harry with him, should have moved to China, should have…
Green flames engulfed their bodies, and soon enough all thoughts of should haves ceased to exist.
“Uhm… Hi.” Harry’s sweaty left hand stayed captured in Draco’s iron grip but his right hand was free to go up to his head and mess up his hair even more. For once Draco didn’t blame him. Had he been in Harry’s position he would have fainted.
“Potter, is it? Wonderful to finally meet you.” Mrs. Zabini walked towards them in a flowing deep blue evening robe and offered him her hand. The gesture made the newly arrived couple realise they had yet to step out of the heart. Draco had been too busy not looking at anyone, while Harry had been to busy looking at everyone.
Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Gregory, Millicent and Daphne had arranged themselves not in the most comfortable chairs of the gigantic living room but in the ones that made them look the most frightening. Draco would have laughed at how closely they resembled the front of a muggle vampire novel had he not been fully aware that any vampire with a half decent set of grey cells would run for their lives at their sight.
At that moment he thought he rather shared their sentiment, and even more so when his eyes fell on the other people in the room, who all appeared to be dressed to kill. Only when Draco realised that the person they were planning to kill was his boyfriend Harry Potter did he unfreeze and square his shoulders.
“Miss Zabini, mother, Miss Goyle, Mrs Greengrass, Mr Greengrass, Miss Parkinson, Mrs Flint, Mr Flint, I see that all of you have been able to make it to the family dinner after all.” And he nodded to each person when he named them as his eyes spoke make one wrong move that chases Harry away and there will be trouble.
Miss Zabini finally got her hand shaken as Harry came back to life again next to Draco. One glance sideways told Draco that Harry’s eyes were not the only green thing about his face anymore.
“For you my love? Anything.” Miss Zabini smiled with her eyes still fixed on Harry telling him that hurting Draco would mean a very slow and painful death where no corpse would ever be found. “And you will find Astoria, Marcus, Mr Wood and Andromeda in the kitchen. It’s been a struggle to maintain the quality of our meals since the ban on house elves brought upon us by your lovely friend Miss Granger, but we manage.”
If Harry had not yet been chilled to the bone by the eyes of Miss Zabini then her tone of voice would have done the trick. Even Draco had goosebumps now.
“Well they were being treated horribly so Hermione had every reason to install that ban.” Draco nearly broke Harry’s hand as he thought Merlin’s balls Harry what part of “no politics talk” did you not understand? But he managed to defuse the situation as he glared at Miss Zabini and told her that they would have a peek in the kitchen then, if she wouldn’t mind.
Draco would never find out if she did as he had already dragged Harry off into the general direction of the kitchen before Miss Zabini could open her mouth. He pushed one of the many doors coming out onto the hallway open and pulled Harry into a bathroom, where the man spontaneously collapsed on the floor.
He refused to move until Draco had supplied him with a gallon of water and a tight hug.
“That was positively terrifying.” Harry muttered into Draco’s now ruined hair.
“I did warn you.” Draco replied, torn between being touched by how protective his housemates were and tearing all of them to shreds because Harry was actually shaking from the released tension. He decided to make up his mind later and hug Harry a bit more first.
“Not enough.” Harry shot back, but he did put his arms around Draco and buried his face further into his pale hair. Draco didn’t really know how to respond to that. It might be odd for a man who had spent the last couple years of his life being sorry to still be shit at apologising, but he was. Harry usually accepted a kiss too though, so eventually he tried that.
Only to find out Harry was silently crying on his shoulder.
“Harry, Harry what’s wrong?” Draco tried to lift his boyfriends head and read his face but the man refused to look up, burying his face even further. He now pressed so hard into Draco’s shoulder he was sure it would bruise.
“Harry it’s okay, we can go home. Your home I mean, or I can stay and you can go. I can even call the Weasel if you want me to.” Draco knew he was babbling in a panic but he didn’t care, he just wanted Harry to stop crying. He really should have moved to China or become a hermit in Nepal or anything that wasn’t bringing Harry Potter home to face his overprotective family without enough warning.
“Please stop crying.” Draco begged.
He got a badly aimed finger nearly in his eye before it landed on his mouth and shut him up. If that hadn’t puzzled him enough then the trail of kisses Harry started making down his neck would have.
“What are..?” He asked muffled before getting Harry’s entire hand over his face.
“I’m happy.” Harry’s eyes were bloodshot when he faced his boyfriend but his dazzling smile got all of Draco’s utterly confused attention. “I never thought I would have a family to introduce anyone to, and I never thought I’d be introduced to a family myself either.”
Draco didn’t think he had ever teared up so fast, or shared such a wet kiss with anyone. Cho Chang would be proud.
“Fuck you Harry.” He sniffed as they broke apart, wiping his eyes. “Crying ruins my aesthetic.”
Harry just grinned and kissed him again, this time trailing down his path on the other side of his face until he’d reached the left shoulder. Then he muttered “Sorry not sorry,” and playfully bit Draco’s collarbone that vibrated from a deep rumbling laugh.
“Do you really live with all of them?” Harry asked after Draco fell silent.
“I do. Most of us lost pretty much everything to war repayments, as we should have, we were in no way deserving of that money, and one by one that meant giving up on our mansions and villas. Eventually we all ended up here.” He patted the bathroom floor, grateful for that and the mansion it was in.
“Miss Zabini is a wonderful woman once you get to know her. She created a place where all of us could catch our breath and relax, where processing the war was the only thing we had to do. No stares to be ignored, no vengeful curses to dive away from, no landlords who refuse to rent to slytherins.” Draco nearly started crying again as he felt Harry’s arms tighten around him. They stayed silent for a while then, both lost in thought.
“How big is this place?” Harry broke away from their tight embrace a little to take in the diameters of the bathroom. It wasn’t really big, though the white tiles made it look like it was.
“Not big enough for this many people. It’s crowded and we need to share our bathrooms which is hell when you live together with Pansy.” Draco sighed and pressed his back against the cold wall, a tired smile on his face. “It’s better than the manor or Hogwarts has ever been though. No bad memories except for the one time Daphne tried to make a stove. Ulgh.”
He shivered and pulled a disgusted face that was meant to make Harry laugh. His heart swelled up when it did. Soon after his suspicion towards his often misbehaving boyfriend swelled too as his smile turned into a mischievous grin.
“Now I do have one other question.” Draco raised one perfectly trimmed eyebrow and backed away just a little, not looking forward to spending the upcoming dinner with pink hair. “Do I need to ask for permission from all of them when I want to marry you, or just your mother?”