half-human

Bobby stared at the teenager on the front porch. The kid was soaked from the storm but he wasn't shivering. Blood ran down the front of his white t-shirt as he clutched at his front with both arms. A morbid shadow of a hug. The teen raised his head, raven black locks fell back to reveal his eyes. His eyes were blue. They reflected the light like a cat's eye. He wasn't human. Bobby raised his shotgun and took a steady aim. The creature with the face of a kid flinched backwards. "Please, help me."

Harris is the son of a Pokemon Breeder. A female Pokemon Breeder who had a rather intimate drunken encounter with a Ditto. Unlike most half humans he seemed pretty normal, at least until puberty hit. After that, well, he started getting ideas. While the prequel is not necessary to understand this fic, it is a good starting point.

Sometimes, being a vampire wasn't worth it. Especially with instincts that tend to tell you to protect every youngling that you come across. Well, Izuku thought, you can't change what you're born with and it's best to roll with it. In a world with vampires, the events of USJ is changed quite a bit. Whether it be for the better or worse, however, is still unknown.

Vampires have never been very social creatures and Izuku was no different. Yet, here he was, calling in favors from others just to heal the youngling. It really irritated him. Staring impatiently at the youngling, he ignored the others who were watching him. In which the aftermath of UA is in some ways less messy and more chaotic than other universes, Yagi Toshinori would really like the full truth, Yamada Hizashi is really confused, and Izuku doesn't really care (as per usual).

Soren had learned from an early age that bullies didn't deserve the attention they wanted. Pelleas, sadly, had yet to figure this out.

Keith feels like he doesn't belong in Voltron, even if Allura has apologized about ignoring him because he is a Galra. That still doesn't help... Keith decides to find Shiro without the team and there isn't really anything he can do. Yet.

Three conversations Eärendil and Elwing had, in the nights before Idril and Tuor left for Valinor.