#Welcome home altered timeline

[annelostshoe]

Drawings of Psychic and Esper Au, a little bit Concealed/Eclipse Au and Lacuna!Julie, also info for my aus

Psychic and Esper Au: this one of my au, it’s based on Saiki k, not going to be completely following what happening in the Anime. Might change something. I made a Julie focused au because there are so many aus focuses on Wally, I also thought it would be fun to have Julie be Saiki because why not. I have no idea what I’m doing with this au anymore:0

Concealed/Eclipse Au: I forgot to mention my other, you can see a little of Eclipse sally in the last image. This is more of a Sally foucued Au In this au there is an entity that is possessing the puppets and the entity likes to inconvenience the puppet by going around causing small problems.(Also @kursein has guess correctly on which one is Eclipse Sally) Made this au because of the page seen in this post, kinda just got the idea for it

Altered Timelines au: Basically the backrooms, the wh cast fall through a crack in their universe, ending up in an altered timeline where the cast are different in appearance and maybe personality. (And some don't even exist..) [yeah I didn't want to rewrite what my friend wrote, I just copied and pasted what they said about our au]

Raison d'etre au/my Multiverse au: Julie would always leave her au to interact with other aus, one day when Julie came back she found out her au had been destroyed while she was gone, Julie and Poppy are the only survivors of their au. The other characters are dead, Julie always visits her au even tho there isn't any left for her there she still wants to visit her friends despite the fact they're gone. I would say Julie is neutral as much as she helps, She still causes problems. I made this au because I wanted an au just for the WH au multiverse. There are more characters to be seen tho. Go there to see the blog. This is just my multiverse au honestly, I saw everyone else making one and I decided to join too. Adding on there are other multiversers that I have made beside Lacuna and her Poppy, some of them do have ask blogs. While others don’t have one yet or won’t have one at all.

Ascended Sally au: Sally has ascended and trying to force help the others ascend too, unfortunately they won't let her help them. They keep locking themselves inside their houses during the night and don't go into the forest anymore, but that's ok she will find a way to help them ascend too. The others are try to find a way to bring Sally back to normal but they’re running out of hope.

I will talk more about my aus later on. Adding on to this post I plan on talking about my aus mostly on this account.

keep in mind this my aus, even tho it's based on the og Welcome home, it has nothing to do with the actual canon story of welcome home. Just a couple of aus I made, that's it.

Boundaries and Rules

-fanart is allowed as long it's sfw, if you want to draw fanart go ahead (gore is fine too) and also tag me in the post too, I would love to see the fanart:3

-drawing my aus interacting with other aus is allowed, also with your characters

-shipping my aus with your characters or other aus is allowed it’s depends on what au and character just ask me first before doing that, but Appesect and anything like it is not allowed tho

-character.Ais: I don't mind as I made one for eclipsed Sally but if i were to make more I would keep them private for the most part as I did with sally. With the ais breaking the filter on c.ai I prefer not to make anymore at the moment, at least not on c.ai. Ask first tho

-have any questions about any of my aus or about go ahead ask, I don't mind answering questions, would love to talk about any of my aus

#welcome home au #welcome home fanart #welcome home #julie joyful #julie joyful au #julie welcome home #julie joyful welcome home #julie joyful fanart #wally darling fanart #wally fanart #wally darling welcome home #sally x julie #sally starlet #sally starlet fanart #sally starlet welcome home #WHxTDLOSK #anne's things #an Concealed Eclipse #Welcome home altered timeline #sally starlet au #Lacuna!Julie artwork and stuff

[keeperthemultiversemom]

What could be consider laws of the multiverse?

Or is there no such thing?

Aight aight

Let's go, explanation for time

For this one I will speak as creator

This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !

Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))

So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !

Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time

It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity

Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao

✨Out of Bounds ✨

___-Lore Guide-___

Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.

Nature of Out of Bounds

Definition :

• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.

• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.

Television :

• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.

• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )

Shows :

• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.

• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.

• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.

• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.

Vintage Tapes :

• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.

• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.

Interference Mechanics :

• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.

• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.

Out of Bound Spaces

Channels :

• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.

Shows :

• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB

Lost Media :

• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)

Pillars of Creation :

• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.

In between :

• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between

Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV

Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole

Out of Bound Inhabitants

Natives of OOB :

• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger

"Refugies"

• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.

• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB

• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier

Multiversers :

• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)

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I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site

Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh

But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !

TLDR :

OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.

#ooff big lore one #rambling time #yk I love to ramble #anyway - you can use this as official lore guide #it's Ross approved #mostly- #you might notice the lack of Nyxie inclusion in this post /j #well actually it's because that even as a multiverser she doesn't fit in here. #also Nyxie runs under an other set of rules that loosely connects to wttmv so that she can be disconnected whenever I need her to #i am smart like that haha #you might also notice some characters are not mentionned #it's either because their originin is “unknown” or because they have been created by a third party outside of AUs #but if I say that - I fear people might roll with it and go too crazy - so just in case i put it here for people who read all the tags only #to you - you are allowed to know that some characters were created in the pillars of creations by a third party and it's an anomaly #welcome home au #welcome home #whmultiverse #keeper poppy au #multiverse mom #ask peacekeeper poppy #ask blog #welcomehome #lore time #big lore drop here #lore guide

[stellar-constellations]

Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), bullying, violence, sexual harassment, and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words.

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, ongoing.

        QUIRK INFO (important for story): Quirk's name is Karma. While it's unknown what exactly Karma is, she has her own feelings, thoughts, and shadow-like form. Karma is extremely manipulative and enjoys chaos and trouble, yet has a hidden soft side. Karma can take the blows with little damage done to her or (Y/N), yet she tires (Y/N) out greatly when used. Karma's body is made of dense gas. (Y/N) and Karma can communicate telepathically. When Karma is out of (Y/N)'s body, (Y/N) is unstable and emotional. Karma can alter her shape, shape-shiftng since she's a shadow, but she mainly retains the same silhouette of (Y/N)

        (Y/N)'s father was a Pro Hero and had moved to Japan for a promotion, bringing his family and his six year old daughter along with. (Y/N) remembered saying goodbye to her friends with absolutely no reason to call them or promise it when they asked if they'd keep in contact. When she moved away she didn't expect all the culture changes such as the tradition, foods, festivals, people, and language. It was all so confusing to navigate through for the young mind.

        With her father's promotion came a tutor who would teach the family Japanese. By ten, (Y/N) was fluent in Japanese with minor mix-ups and such. She didn't have any friends in Japan and was labeled a loner because not only was she foreign, but she couldn't speak their language either. Now that she could speak Japanese, she could understand what the kids would yell at her.

        Japanese bullies are absolutely ruthless, way more than in America. Americans just like to push and shove you, call you names in the hallways, give you swirlies and write on a paper “kick me!” and tape it onto your back (she's never been a victim of it since she was decently popular at her old school, but she's seen it happen to others). Japanese bullies slam you against lockers with force, write death messages on your desk, hit and stab you with sharp objects, corner you in alleys and beat you up, even going as far as to breaking into your home and vandalizing it. (Y/N) have been subjected to this. It didn’t help that she was quirkless (at the time) and didn’t speak Japanese. 

        She wanted to tell her father but he was at work all the time. She wanted to tell her mother but she had left her father before they moved to Japan. She wanted to tell the teachers but she couldn’t speak their language and they could class less as they obviously saw the signs yet did nothing to stop it.

        (Y/N) was seven years old and walked into her classroom, taking a seat at her desk with neat handwriting written on it. She didn’t have to know Japanese to understand it meant she wasn’t welcomed. The kids in her class liked to grab the whiteboard erasers and hit them on the sides of her head, leaving powdered white chalk dust in her hair and school uniform.

        She didn’t want to fight them because she didn’t want the bullying to escalate, nor could she speak their language and tell them to stop. She also didn’t want to get suspended and have her father get mad or disappointed in her. However, one day when (Y/N) sat at her vandalized desk and the four girls grabbed the whiteboard erasers, she felt something in her snap.

        It pissed her off that they didn’t like her. Everyone at her old school had no problem liking her, why couldn't they? She was a foreigner and Japan didn’t like new things, they thought new was scary. They didn’t even try to get to know her or even show her kindness, so why should she keep up her act? 

        She stood up quickly and winded her fist back, punching the black-haired girl with all her might. The girl flew back and hit some desks, causing some students to gasp and others to laugh. (Y/N)'s fists and body were shaking and her face was red and hot as angry tears rolled down her face. 

        When one of the girl's friends tried to grab (Y/N)'s hair, she dodged yet fell to her knees. A shock of pain hit her feeling as if her back was being torn apart by a pair of dull scissors as the back of her uniform ripped opened. A shadow crawled out, one who was not happy at all. They punched the girl in front of (Y/N), then grabbed her and arm pulled her up.

        “Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring the pain in her back or the wet blood trickles from her spine to the back of her legs. 

        “Less talking, more punching.” The shadow huffed, running up and tackling another one of the girls.

        Surprisingly, for her first school fight, she held out decent, thanks to the mysterious shadow. 

        “Karma, motherfucker!” (Y/N) shouted, kicking the last girl in the head. 

        That was the end of our brawl before her and the shadow got dragged into the principal’s office. He chewed them out but (Y/N) honestly had no idea was he was saying and neither did the shadow.

        (Y/N)'s father had to pick her up from school and the shadow stuck around, seemingly confused on what to do now. Her father was mad, but it turned to confusion once he noticed the shadow.

        “So, what do we call you?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Hm…” the shadow thought to themself, thinking. “Just call me Karma. I liked the way it was said earlier. It sounded badass.” The shadow, Karma, giggled. 

        It was the day (Y/N) found new hope to stand up for herself. A beacon of light that was installed into her soul so that she could walk through the dark without worry. She realized she could use my fists as a way to defend herself and provide safety for herself. She wasn't only fighting for herself now; she was fighting for her family's name, her happiness, and her second half, Karma. After that fight, no other bullies decided to mess with (Y/N); physically, at least. They still called her names behind her back, but they didn't decide to physically torment her anymore. Some kids tried to be friends with her but she paid no attention to them, especially because they were the kids who sat back and laughed when the bullying happened.

        When she turned ten and understood full Japanese, she found herself pondering on what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be a writer, a nurse, and a hero. (Y/N) eventually decided she wanted to be someone who'd help and care for civilians as a hero and have a side hobby as a writer for fun.

        She was more of a loner at school which made school really boring and long, especially because of having no friends to talk to pass time, so she decided she wanted to make friends. She wanted to make friends with a loner too, that way she didn’t have to fight for their attention with other friends, and a loner would be more likely to accept her friendship and not make fun of her like others in groups would. She didn't really care what their personality would be, in fact, she would probably enjoy it if they were extroverted and loud—the opposite of her—just so she could have someone to entertain her long enough during the school hours until she can go home.

        For the few weeks she studied the kids around me, during class and during lunch, for the perfect candidate victim. It wasn’t until she was in class hearing about the "villain" in class 2C. She listened to the conversation the two boys were having, hearing them gossip about the guy's quirk being basically mind-control and how he’d be an upcoming villain.

        Well, with people talking about him like that, I wouldn’t doubt he’d become a villain. (Y/N) thought to herself. 

        Mind-control? That sounds awesome! Karma said.

        Well, I'm glad you see some light in it. (Y/N) thought.

        I want to be friends with him. Karma spoke. We can use him to brainwash the entire school into doing our every bid and command.

        That sounds like too much work. (Y/N) thought. I don't want to do something so tiring.

        Hard work pays off. Ooo, we should have him tell kids to kill themselves! Yeah! Take a swan dive down the school roof like they told us! Karma cheered on.

        No, Karma. We're not doing that. (Y/N) thought to herself. Besides, we have to find this kid. We don't even know what he looks like. 

        The bell rang and (Y/N) stood up from class. Since the two boys were talking about the unnamed kid rather rudely, it's a good bet that the kid is a loner, possibly even getting bullied himself. She just had to find a kid who's a loner and getting bullied. Turns out, that's easy when you're in middle school. Word gets around, literally. 

        A locker in the hallway was dented and had red and white spray painted words on the locker, telling the owner of the locker to "go kill themselves" and to "give up being a hero"

        So the kid dreams of being a hero? (Y/N) thought to herself, watching as the paint dripped down, still obviously wet. 

        Lame. Karma thought. 

        We're trying to be the same thing. (Y/N) pointed out.

        You just want your dad to praise you, I'm just in it to kick ass. Karma retorted.

        (Y/N) stared at the locker, watching to see if anybody would be brave enough to walk up and claim it as their own. A boy with indigo purple hair and bags under his eyes walked to it, not even bothering to read the words—as if he already knows what's there—and opened the locker, smearing white spray paint onto his hand.

        Poor boy. (Y/N) thought, feeling a slight hint of pity for him. 

        Only slightly.

        She noticed a duo of boys walk to the locker, recognizing them from her class as the—Hiro and Yamada, their names were—and started walking up to the unsuspecting boy. She passed the boy and got in the two bullies way, preventing them from getting to the boy.

        “Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized.

        They tried to move a different direction but she just purposely got in their way again, stepping in between them and the boy.

        “Sorry.” She smiled nervously.

        He’s aware of the situation now and is on guard. Karma informed (Y/N).

        “Move it, American bitch.” Hiro said, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her out of their way.

        (Y/N) resisted the urge to turn around and grab his shoulder, punch him in the face.

        I got this. Karma spoke.

        No. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it, we can potentially scare off the boy if we get violent. (Y/N) informed.

        Fine… Karma sighed, annoyed at there being no action today. 

        (Y/N) wiped Hiro’s touch off her jacket’s shoulder (a jacket that doesn’t follow the dress code’s uniform, but she doesn’t care and the teachers don’t care enough either) and turned around. 

        She saw the indigo boy walk away and the two other boys go a separate way.

        Well, at least he’s safe. She thought.

        Normally, she would’ve completely ignored the scene and look around to see whose recording so she can find the video later and send it to those in exchange for some information, so she found it strange that she decided to step it (let alone with the boy realizing it, so she can’t tell him he owes her a favor). 

        Well, I couldn’t let him get beaten up in front of me. It would be a bad impression if he spotted me in the crowd watching him getting ganged up on. (Y/N) thought. Why doesn’t he just decide to control their minds to make them go away?

        (Y/N) kept track of his dull purple hair and followed it through the school body, following him out of the school and into the back of the gardens where he sat under a tree. He stared at the clouds for some time before dozing off.

        Does he not get enough sleep? It would explain his eye bags. Perhaps it’s too loud at home? A abusive household? Insomnia? Studying for school? More thoughts raced in her head and she watched the boy, trying to decide if she’d have him as a friend or not.

        He seems fine. Besides, that quirk of his could come really handy for us. Karma persisted.

        That’s true. (Y/N) bets she could find a way to get him to do what she wants, but she definitely won’t use him often in case he catches on. Not only that, but being his friend could really help him not turn out to be a villain—that would create problems for all of Japan since he can control people and she might have to fight him one day (she’d be devastated if she lost).

       That settles it, Karma. Tomorrow we’re going to be his friend. (Y/N) spoke

        Why not now? Karma questioned impatiently.

        I don’t want to wake him up and have him mad at us—that could blow our chances. (Y/N) reasoned.

        While the two argued telepathically, the boy questioned why she could be here. He noticed what she did for him in the hallway, but why would the foreigner risk becoming a larger target by helping him out? Was it pity?

        “Are you just going to stand there?” the indigo boy spoke, opening one of his tired eyes and looking at (Y/N).

        “Ah!” (Y/N) jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. “I-uh…” she stammered, trying to find an excuse for her creepy stalking.

        Shit! I didn’t think of an excuse since I didn’t expect on meeting him today. (Y/N) thought.

        Why don’t you like… punch him to assert your dominance? Karma suggested.

        You’re so barbaric. (Y/N) huffed.

        At least I’m throwing out ideas! Karma retorted.

        Quick! Think of something embarrassing! (Y/N) spoke.

        Well, for starters, you purposely trying to embarrass yourself is embarrassing enough, especially for me since I'm associated with y—

        That works! 

        “I…” (Y/N) paused, clasping her hands together and adverting her eyes to look away, her face red in embarrassment. “I just want to be your friend.” 

        The boy raised his eyebrows, unamused.

        Like I believe that… he thought.

        (Y/N) noticed his unfazed expression and resisted the urge to scrunch her face in confusion.

        Why didn’t my charms work? Usually any boy who sees a nervous blushing girl becomes pudding at my feet? What’s with this guy? (Y/N) thought, the gears turning in her head as she avoided eye contact to keep up her act. 

        Maybe he’s gay? Karma questioned.

        “I just…” (Y/N) mentally sighed, resisting the urge not to cringe at her next words, “want to be friends!” 

        Silence. The only thing that could be heard was the slight breeze of the wind hitting the tree leaves above the two.

        “No thanks.” the indigo boy spoke, closing both his eyes.

        Excuse me? (Y/N) and Karma thought simultaneously. 

        How dare he say that? How dare he reject us?! We’re probably the most special thing that’s ever happened in his life and he’s rejecting our blessing of alliance? I pity the fool! Karma shouted.

        Perhaps he’s just shy? Or maybe thinks we’re playing a joke on him? We should work to building rapport! (Y/N) reasoned.

        Let’s just find another kid! Absolutely this guy is too dumb to be hanging around the likes of us. Karma huffed.

        We can’t do that! (Y/N) declared rather firmly.

        Why not? Don’t tell me you got a crush! Karma groaned.

        No way! (Y/N) shouted, her face going red whilst the indigo boy opened his eyes, looking confused to find her still here.

        “Can you leave now?” he questioned. 

        This boy rejected my advances. No boy has ever been able to reject me when I purposely threw myself at them! Who is this boy and how does his brain work? (Y/N) thought, a morbid sense of curiosity forming inside her head.

        I need to find out how his head works. I need to know how he thinks and why he thinks. This friendship of ours will be like no other! (Y/N) declared strongly inside her head.

        Great. Here I thought I was the crazy one. Karma sighed.

        “What is your name?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring (forgetting) his previous question as she walked over and sat down in front of him.

        “…Huh?” the indigo boy voiced.

        “What’s your name? I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” (Y/N) introduced.

        “Can you go away?” the indigo boy restated.

        “Can’t you at least tell me your name before I leave?” (Y/N) pouted, a slight frown on her face at his words.

        Why isn’t he just playing into it? she wondered.

        The boy stared at her for a few seconds (ones that felt like an eternity), before he sighed.

        “Hitoshi Shinso. Now go.” He spoke.

        “As promised, I will leave.” (Y/N) smiled, satisfied at the small step as she stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinso.”

        “Wait, no. No you will not-“ he spoke, but was cut off by (Y/N).

        “Bye now!” (Y/N) smiled, running away and waving.

        See? It worked out! (Y/N) pridefully smirked.

        As if. He had no interest in you. Karma sneered.

        Yet. He has no interest yet. I’ll make him be my friend. (Y/N) stated confidently.

        Why him? Sure he has a cool quirk and a gay mind but that’s it. Karma sighed.

        I guess… (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to tell Karma. He didn’t fall for my tricks. No man or woman has been able to resist me when I wanted them to yearn for me.

        I think you just got sloppy. Or maybe these Japanese men are prone to American women? Karma questioned.

        It doesn’t matter. Right now we should be thinking about how to earn his trust. (Y/N) explained.

        Give him food. Karma suggested.

        What is he? A dog? (Y/N) sassed, then thought about it. Actually… not too shabby, Karma. It’s lunchtime and he didn’t have any lunch today, we should make him one for tomorrow.  

        You doubt my smarts until I’m needed. Karma huffed.

        Put a sock in it. (Y/N) sighed, not feeling like arguing anymore with Karma today. 

        Give him meat. Men like meat. Make it raw, it makes them feel as if they killed the food themselves. Karma spoke.

        I want you to take back what you said about being smart earlier. And I want you to shut up because that was a ridiculous idea, you damn barbarian. I’m convinced that you’re a soul from my past life that’s come to haunt me. (Y/N) deadpanned.         .         .         The day went slow as did her mind. She found herself falling asleep in the classroom, resting her head on her elbows and closing her eyes for what she hoped would be a quick power nap, ending up being the next two hours of school. This late into the year the teacher had already grown customary to the girl’s annoying habits.

        “Well, sleep is needed to grow…” she would say whenever a student questioned why (Y/N) got to sleep in class undisturbed. 

        The first few times she answered this question she was met with a “Then she sure needs it, height-wise.” from Hiro usually. Now, Hiro and Yamada won’t bother trying to wake her up since she just goes right back to sleep (it’s not fun picking on a sleeping person that cannot comprehend your bullying). 

        The bell rang and everyone left the class except for the sleeping girl. The teacher erased the chalkboard and gathered her class papers from today, checking everyone’s work. She grabbed (Y/N)'s paper and did a quick check, deeming she was smart enough to sleep in class tomorrow if she fell asleep, and gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) jumped violently, shooting up and looking at the teacher.

        “The bell rang. It’s time to go home now.” The teacher smiled.

        “Damn— I-I mean wow. Already? Okay.” (Y/N) corrected herself, wiping the drool off her face and fixing her hair. 

        She stood up from her desk and gathered her school supplies, shoving them into her backpack and rushing out of the classroom. 

        “Thank you for waking me up! Have a nice day, miss!” (Y/N) spoke, waving bye before running out into the hallway.

        She went to the back of the school and ignored the druggies and gangs back there. As long as you don’t make eye-contact with them, they won’t bother you. She uses this route since it helps her stay away from the bullies in her class who wait at the front gates. (Y/N) jumps the back gate to run to her neighborhood and so far the kids haven’t caught onto her route yet.

        (Y/N) made it to the back gate fence and started to climb up, before stopping.

        Hiro and his gang are waiting for any easy target at those front gates. Is it possibly Shinso could be there too? (Y/N) thought.

        Karma, can you go take care of that? (Y/N) questioned (ordered), jumping down the fence and taking off her jacket so Karma can leave her body without damaging it on her way out.

        What am I, your dog? Karma snapped.

        I mean… 

        Don’t even finish it. Karma huffed, crawling out of (Y/N)'s body.

        By now it can barely hurt anymore, the pain numbing overtime. It doesn’t hurt or scar as much as it did the first few times, by now her body has grown accustomed and adapted to the invasion and retreat of Karma’s form. Karma left her body, allowing (Y/N) to climb up the school’s back gate and run home. Meanwhile, Karma ventured out to the front courtyard without a care in the world. 

        Karma waited in the shadows of the school’s gate, looking for the purple-haired boy before finally finding him walking outside. 

        (Y/N) will get mad at me if I fight with those boys, but she’ll get mad if I don’t do anything either to save the brat. Karma thought, huffing. I still think I should just punch the kid to assert dominance, or at least find a new victim to befriend. 

        Karma walked out of the shadow’s gates just as the bullies started to circle Shinso. Karma pushed the boys out of her way and grabbed Shinso’s arm.

        “Hey! It’s that foreigner's quirk!” one of the bullies shouted, recognizing the shadow’s figure.

        Oops, maybe I should’ve changed forms beforehand. Oh well. Karma thought, not really putting enough disappointment in her thoughts as she started running away with Shinso to the back of the school.

        “What are you doing?!” Shinso shouted, an annoyed expression on his face.

        “Saving you from getting your ass kicked, duh!” Karma retorted. 

        “I don’t need your help!” he hissed.

        “Too bad.” Karma commented. 

        She let go of Shinso’s hand and ran through the gate, looking back at Shinso.

        “Let’s go, moron!” she exclaimed impatiently.

        Shinso muttered something under his breath and groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing the metal wiring, climbing up the fence. He landed on the ground and looked at Karma, waiting for their next move.

        Shouts could be heard on the other side of the fence before banging on the metal. Shinso turned to see Hiro and Yamada there with their big group of four now. They all started to climb one another to get over the fence.

        “C’mon, brat.” Karma huffed, grabbing Shinso’s arm again and started running, dragging Shinso with. “Where do you live?” Karma questioned.

        “Like I’d tell you that.” Shinso scoffed.

        “Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you as you do me, but the brat just needs to make sure you’re safe.” Karma complained.

        “Well I do—wait, who?” Shinso questioned.

        “Obviously that girl from earlier. Like anyone else wants something to do with you.” Karma snarked. “That girl is just insane and dumb! I wouldn’t want to be her friend either if I was you, but I’m not and I’m stuck with her for life!” 

        “You’re her quirk?” Shinso questioned. “Like, the foreign girl’s quirk?” 

        “Quite a reputation we have. You falling for us?” Karma gleamed.

        “In your dreams…” Shinso muttered. “What’s she want with me anyways?” 

        “To be your friend.” Karma spoke, resisting the urge for her to add on “oh, but I want your power!”

        “I don’t want to be her friend.” Shinso deadpanned.

        “Join the club.” Karma commented. “Anyways, why don’t you just beat up them bullies? You got that mind-control quirk right? Just tell them to leave you alone or something.” 

        “You don’t worry about it.” Shinso snapped rudely.

        “Pardon my French, did I hit a nerve?” Karma smiled. “What? Can't control your quirk or something? You afraid of something? C’mon, the girl ain’t here to hear how much of a shitty person you are.” 

        Shinso suddenly stopped running, causing Karma to stop running too.

        “This is my place. You and the girl leave me alone now.” Shinso demanded, glaring at the shadow before walking up to his apartment’s door.

        “No thank you?!” Karma questioned, shouting at Shinso.

        Shinso flipped her off before opening the door and slamming it shut.

        “What a pain in the ass…” Karma sighed, looking around to see where she was.

        She realized that she wasn’t far from (Y/N)'s neighborhood and laughed.

        “Oh, (Y/N) will love this!” Karma cackled, skipping her merry way down the streets.

        Karma made it to the house and walked through the door, looking around before finding (Y/N) in the kitchen.

        “How’d it go?” (Y/N) questioned, cooking up some meat.

        “Good. What are you cooking?” Karma questioned, trying to steal a piece of meat.

        “Ah! No! Not for you!” (Y/N) scolded, hitting Karma’s hand away. “You can’t even eat it! You have no mouth. I’m basically the mother bird throwing chewed up food into your mouth.” 

        “Please reframe from saying that.” Karma cringed.

        “Please reframe from stealing Shinso’s food.” (Y/N) retorted.

        “It is for the brat? He said he doesn’t want to see you or me anymore.” Karma spoke, relaying what Shinso said to her earlier.

        “He says that, but he’ll think twice after trying some of this!” (Y/N) beamed.

        “What is it?” Karma questioned.

        “Well, I don’t know what his favorite food is. So I figured I’d put all of the food categories together! He wants to be a hero, so I did protein such as chicken and steak. Vegetables like celery and carrots. Fruit like strawberries and blueberries. I’ll make homemade bread rolls later for grain. And apple juice!” (Y/N) explained. "So he can grow up big and strong!"

        “And you say you’re not in love with him, correct?” Karma teased.

        “You’re funny.” (Y/N) growled, shooting Karma a nasty look. “The last time I liked someone was in Kindergarten, and he confessed to me then a year later gained a crush on my best friend and left me!” 

        “You must’ve not been good enough. With that personality, I don’t blame him.” Karma teased, resorting in (Y/N) throwing a wooden spoon at Karma.

        Karma quickly ducked and raised her fist at (Y/N) since she didn’t have a face to return the glare.

        “Definitely not good enough.” Karma huffed. 

        “Done talking? Ready to go back?” (Y/N) grumbled.

        “No. I want to stay out longer. I rarely get to come out!” Karma whined.

        “Then quite being a brat.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “No promises.” Karma smirked.         .         .         Shinso stared at the blank ceiling in his room, tired but not finding it easy to slumber (like always it seems). Usually all that would be on his mind is how he can’t sleep, but today he found his thoughts drifting off—more specifically about the girl and her quirk.

        That girl is stubborn, so is the quirk. The quirk seems to have its own personality, can that be possible? And what’s with the girl, (Y/N), trying to be my friend? Does she really feel that bad for me? Shinso thought.

        I guess it makes sense, she is a foreigner so she’s not well-liked in the school. Others don’t like me because of my quirk. Hell, some might not like her because of her own quirk after that incident a few years ago. Shinso thought.

        Shinso remembered hearing about how a foreigner got in a fight with Hiro and Yamada, the two bullies that’s been stuck in her classes for four years now and just can’t seem to take a break (you think the first beating you’d leave them alone). He hasn’t heard of any other fights between them, and judging by how Karma ran from them when she helped kidnapped him, they're still fighting.

        Not only that, but even though he was rude to her (rightfully so, she interrupted his nap, or at least he was going to try to nap), she still decided to stick around and was even bold enough to say she was coming back tomorrow!

        That’s a lot of confidence for someone bullied, let alone a foreigner. Does she not realize my quirk? Shinso thought.

        No, the shadow quirk knew of my quirk, so obviously the girl ([Y/N], I think she said her name was) knew of my quirk too. So why did she get close to me knowing what I could do? he wondered.

        All these thoughts clouded his mind and kept him up when what usually kept him up at night was how quiet it’d be in his life—suddenly he’s being chased by a stubborn girl and her questionable quirk.         .         .         (Y/N) threw on her uniform’s shirt and skirt (breaking the dress code as usual by getting rid of her tie and keeping her collar unbuttoned), throwing on her jacket and brushing out her hair. She grabbed all her belongings and shoved them in her bag and sprayed perfume on herself.

        She walked out of her room and grabbed her backpack along with two bags of food, the lunch she prepared yesterday. She walked out her house and down her street, doing her best to remember where her school was.

        Yesterday she spent an extra ten minutes trying to figure out where her house was since she had forgotten the directions, so she ended up giving up and pulling out her GPS. Karma, luckily, was here to guide (Y/N) to school.

        Did I ever tell you the good news? Karma questioned.

        You’re leaving me? (Y/N) teased.

        If only it were that easy to rid myself of you… Karma sighed. No, the brat lives near us. In fact, I can guide you to his house. 

        Hm. Tempting. But I don’t want to see Shinso just now, I want to surprise him during lunch. (Y/N) explained.

        Surprise? But you have already told him you’re seeing him? Karma pointed out.

        I’m surprising him with lunch! (Y/N) reminded. Shinso is gonna be so happy when he sees I thought about him and his health that I cooked for him! He’s going to be so trusting of me that he’ll be my friend and I can finally have someone fun to talk to! (Y/N) spoke, a smile on her face as she walked with an extra hop in her step. 

        And he’ll be a powerful ally of ours! With our strength combined, we can take on the world! Karma beamed.

        You mean save it? Ya know, since we’re going to be heroes and all. (Y/N) pointed out.

        Of course, that’s what I meant. Karma corrected lazily (not exactly meaning what she said). 

        (Y/N) walked into the school courtyard and took off her home shoes and replaced them with school shoes. She placed the lunches in her locker so they don’t get stolen (or destroyed by Hiro and Yamada). She made it to her class and sat down, already excited for lunch so she can go win Shinso’s trust.          .         .         The bell for lunch finally rang (much to [Y/N]'s excitement) and she stood up for class eagerly. She made sure to walk out the second door, furthest away from Hiro and Yamada, that way she can make a run for it in the hallways and hopefully lose the two bullies in the crowd. 

        She pushed and shoved her way through the student body, finally getting to her locker and quickly unlocking it, making sure to grab both lunches and lock the locker back up. She noticed the two bullies closing in behind her and made haste, running into the woman’s bathroom and going into a stall.

        Karma, distract them while I go to Shinso. Don’t let them know where he hangs out at lunch, we can’t have him losing trust in us by leading bullies to him! (Y/N) ordered.

        And no beating them up? Karma sighed.

        No beating them up. (Y/N) confirmed, taking off her jacket.

        Man, I hate being such a goody-two-shoes. Karma complained, leaving (Y/N)'s body. 

        (Y/N) threw on her jacket again, carefully walking out of the stall and out into the hallways. Karma must’ve shoved Hiro and Yamada away from the hallway, allowing (Y/N) the chance at escaping through the school’s side-exit and making it to the tree Shinso was laying under yesterday. 

        Instead of expecting to see Shinso trying to sleep, she saw him lying under the tree with both eyes open, looking up at the sky. (Y/N) cleared her throat, quickly brushing her hair with her fingers and patting down her uniform. 

        “Shinso!” (Y/N) smiled, effectively gaining his attention as he turned his head her way.

        (Y/N) jogged up to him and gave him a smile, plopping down in front of him so he couldn’t quite avoid her eye contact, creating a more vulnerable and intimate environment for the two of them.

        “I got you something.” (Y/N) spoke, hanging Shinso a bag as he looked at it (with more interest than he’d like to admit) and accepted the bag.

        “You really didn’t have to...” Shinso muttered, opening the bag and finding the clumsily wrapped container.

        He wanted to laugh at her wrapping skills, but he was somewhat-thankful she made him something. After all, he doesn’t have much energy to eat, so having her actually put thought into him and take time out of her day to make him something made him want to smile (almost).

        “But I wanted to! I noticed how yesterday you didn’t eat lunch, and lunch is important for you because it helps you grow.” (Y/N) explained. “You want to be a hero right? You need to be strong and healthy.”

        (Y/N) noticed the droop in Shinso’s eyes at her words, resulting in (Y/N) wanting to punch herself. 

        Damn it! I messed up! (Y/N) thought.

        Duh, it was creepy how you knew his dream job. Karma explained, telepathically communicating with (Y/N) despite being somewhere around the school.

        No! Well yeah, but I said hero and that's what set him off! He gets bullied for wanting to be one because of that quirk of his. (Y/N) groaned.

        (Y/N) decided to keep her smile and ignore Shinso’s frown, deciding it would be best to not try and pry information from him just yet.

        “Well? Eat up, Shin! I wanna see how you like it.” (Y/N) spoke, allowing his mind to focus on the nickname she gave him.

        He sighed and opened the containers lid, taking the fork too and taking a bite of the steak inside.

        “It’s good...” Shinso muttered a compliment once he finished chewing his food.

        “Thank you! I had a hard time figuring out what I should make you so I figured this would work.” (Y/N) explained, opening her own container and digging in. “Hey, while we eat, let’s get to know each other. Yeah?” 

        Shinso shot her a glare, displeased at her idea. (Y/N) paid no mind to it as she thought of a question to ask him.

        “What’s your favorite color?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “That’s how you’re going to get to know me?” Shinso asked, obvious judgement in his voice.

        “Would you rather have me ask you something personal such as where you live?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “… Purple.” Shinso sighed.

        “I’m not surprised. It’s the color of your hair.” (Y/N) smiled. “My favorite color is (f/c). I like how it matches everything. Now, do you have a question you want to ask me?” 

        Shinso nodded, taking a blueberry and plopping it into his mouth.

        “Mm, why are you trying to be friends with me?” Shinso questioned.

        “Would you like the truth or the lie?” (Y/N) spoke, answering his question with her own.

        Shinso blinked, stopped his chewing so he can look up at her face instead of his food. He noticed how her blue eyes pierced into his purple ones, sending a electric shock of either discomfort or surprise (most likely both).

        He certainly wasn’t expecting that response.

        “Um… the truth?” Shinso spoke, almost hesitant of his answer.

        “I get bored throughout the day, so I wanna make friends. People here don’t like me because I’m a foreigner, and they don’t like you because of your quirk, so I figured we can be friends since we’re both unliked by those with low intelligence.” (Y/N) smiled before grabbing a raspberry from her container and chewing it.

        “You do realize I’m dangerous, right?” Shinso questioned, his tone sounding as if he was calling (Y/N) stupid.

        “Oh, have you not realized by now? I don’t care about how scary you are, I just wanna be friends with you.” (Y/N) spoke dully, taking a bite of her roll.

        Shinso felt his heart speed up a bit, deciding to chalk it up to the sun’s heat as he adverted his eyes.

        “Are all you Americans like this?” Shinso sighed.

        “Mm, probably not. I’m a really special person, all the more you should be friends with me~” (Y/N) sing-songed, watching as Shinso took a bite of his own roll, unconsciously mimicking her actions and now paying attention to her body language (just as she wanted; his attention).

        “If I be friends with you, will you leave me alone?” Shinso questioned.

        “Nope.” (Y/N) admitted.

        “And if I’m not friends with you?” Shinso questioned.

        “Also a hard no.” (Y/N) responded.

        “So… basically I have no say?” Shinso concluded.

        “Ding, ding, ding! Your prize is this blueberry!” (Y/N) smiled goofily, throwing a blueberry at Shinso.

        Shinso purposely moved his head away from her shot, causing her to frown.

        “You were supposed to eat that! That’s your prize!” she huffed.

        “Whoops.” Shinso muttered, not sorry at all.

        “What about a favorite animal?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso doesn’t really understand how these elementary questions can help her get to know him, but he supposes it’s sort of nice icebreaker between the two. 

        “Cats.” Shinso spoke, causing (Y/N)'s face to scrunch up. “What?”

        “Little devils… like chihuahuas…” she grumbled. “I’m more of a big dog person.” 

        “But they drool and are always bouncing off the walls.” Shinso grimaced.

        “But at least they go on walks with you, and play with you and are fun. Cats liked to hit you and break things and huff hairballs.” (Y/N) defended. “Why do you like cats?”

        “They’re quiet and sleep. Leave them to their devices and they’re fine.” Shinso explained.

        “I’ve owned only one cat, and that cat is the only exception to my heart.” (Y/N) explained. “You ever own any dogs?” 

        “No way.” Shinso spoke, resisting the urge to scrunch up his face at just the thought. 

        “Suit yourself.” (Y/N) shrugged. “You come up with the next question.” 

        “Why’d you move here?” Shinso asked.

        “My dad’s job. Promotion for his hero job.” (Y/N) explained. 

        “So you plan on being a hero too?” Shinso questioned.

        “Might as well, I mean, it’s expected of me. I don’t have much passions either, and the ones I do have I don’t have enough energy to make it a job.” She admitted.

        “Shocking.” Shinso commented.

        This girl? Too little energy? Sound impossible, but he just met her yesterday so there’s not much to go off about her. It made Shinso wonder what else he doesn’t know about her.

        He found himself being immersed into her little 20 questions game along with the food and atmosphere. Whatever she’s planning, she’s real good at it, but he won’t put his guard down just yet. 

        The bell rang, signaling their game and food was up.

        “Where’s your class? I’ll walk you.” (Y/N) offered.

        Shinso stood up from his spot and silently led (Y/N) to his classroom while she talked, saying random things and whatever was on her mind (or at least make it seem she was saying whatever). By doing it, it made is seem as if she trusted him—that way she could earn his friendship quicker.

        She learned early on that people are very willing to talk about anything with “stupid” or “air-headed” people, so she makes it an effort to contribute that to her public personality when she feels it’s needed. Shinso would probably let information slip from his mouth and assume she was too dumb enough to look into it—just as long as she gains his trust, that is, which is why she needs to keep up this act.

        Usually, she’d rather be the introvert of her friends. She liked to listen and learn, but she’s more than willing to laugh and crack jokes too, though it’s been awhile since she’s had a genuine laugh from someone else in her life other than Karma and her.

        “Shinso, I heard from Karma that we walk the same way after school. We should meet up.” (Y/N) suggested, making it to Shinso’s classroom and stopping at the door.

        “Karma?” Shinso questioned, confused on who that could be until it clicked. “Your quirk has their own name?” 

        “Yes, she does. Own thoughts and feelings too.” (Y/N) explained.

        I’ve never heard a quirk that’s self-conscious. Shinso thought.

        “So, what do you say?” (Y/N) questioned, secretly impatient for his answer despite Karma already knowing where he lives.

        “I mean… sure?” Shinso agreed, albeit a bit hesitant. 

        “I’ll meet you here, okay?” (Y/N) smiled, giddy as she ran down the hall to make it to her classroom.

        I don’t appreciate him calling me a ‘quirk’” Karma huffed.

        What do you mean? (Y/N) questioned

        He said it with an attitude. Karma retorted.

        I think you’re jealous he likes me more. (Y/N) spoke, resisting the urge to publicly smirk. 

        He must’ve got inside your head to have you talking like that. Karma snarled.

        Doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s building trust for us. I supposed being disliked for so long makes you open up to the nearest person who shows interest—and fast. (Y/N) explained.         .         .         The day ended as (Y/N) maneuvered her way out of sight from Hiro and Yamada’s vision, heading to Shinso's class. 

        She saw the tuff of purple hair from Shinso and smiled, resisting the urge to run up and grab his shoulder, greeting him with a big flashy smile.

        I can’t touch him. He doesn’t seem like someone who’d appreciate physical contact. I haven’t earned his trust all the way to get to that stage, but I’ve won his friendship. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        She instead opted to run and smile at Shinso, leaving the physical intimacy for another day.

        “Hey, Shin! Ya ready to go home?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Yeah.” Shinso responded, leading the way to the lockers for (Y/N) to follow.

        “How was class?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Mm… Fine.” Shinso spoke, a little hesitant as he put genuine thought into his answer instead of going on auto-pilot like a normal person would.

        It made (Y/N) smile at the small clue. Shinso’s body language allows her to know and learn all about him. She wonders if he knows this. 

        “My class was boring. I had to do math, do you know I hate math?” (Y/N) sighed, speaking the truth.

        “It’s… interesting alright.” Shinso spoke, voicing his own opinion on it.

        “What’s your favorite subject?” (Y/N) questioned, going back to her elementary icebreakers.

        “Maybe language arts, it’s the quietest subject.” Shinso explained.

        “That’s my favorite too!” (Y/N) beamed. “Would you look at that, Shin. We have something in common.” 

        “Great…” Shinso murmured, the two of them reaching the lockers.

        They unlocked their lockers and changed their shoes. When they finished, (Y/N) tugged Shinso’s backpack.

        “We have to go through the courtyard. Hiro and the others will be waiting for us at the side-gate looking to ambush us, especially after that stunt from yesterday.” (Y/N) explained.

        Shinso hummed, walking out of the school’s front doors to the open front gates. He noticed her still cling onto his backpack and ignored the way his heart pumped an extra beat at realizing this. 

        “Do you have a favorite juice?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Juice? Never thought about it.” Shinso admitted. “Maybe orange juice?” 

        “Shame on you.” (Y/N) huffed. “That’s only best for breakfast. Apple juice is obviously superior.” 

        “Really? So red apples or green apples?” he questioned.

        “Green! They have the perfect sourness and tartness to them.” (Y/N) answered without any hesitation, smiling that he was entertaining her little performance.

        “Wrong answer.” Shinso spoke. “Red, specifically gala apples, are the best apples.” 

        “Mm. No!” (Y/N) spoke, shaking her head. “I could’ve never expected you to believe in such falsehoods, Shin. A little disappointed, but hopefully you can win me back with this; what’s better? Pink lemonade or regular lemonade?”

        “Aren’t they just the same taste but with different colors?” Shinso questioned.

        “Oh!” (Y/N) feigned a gasp. “How could you? Obviously not! At least… not all that much. They have different tastes because strawberry juice is added into pink lemonade to make it pink.” (Y/N) explained.

        “Pink lemonade I guess.” Shinso spoke, opting to choose what he hoped was the correct answer (he doesn’t taste a difference in either lemonade).

        “Phew. I’m glad we see eye to eye. You earn three brownie points.” (Y/N) sighed in relief.

        Shinso resisted the urge to smirk, instead keeping his gaze intensely focused on the road ahead of him so he doesn’t crack a smile. Shinso led (Y/N) down to his neighborhood before he stopped in front of his house, ending their question game.

        “You going to be okay walking alone?” Shinso questioned, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

        “Worried about lil ol’ me?” (Y/N) teased. “Don’t worry! I have Karma. We can take anyone on!” (Y/N) beamed, raising her arms to show him her “muscles” (not like it did any good with her jacket blocking the nonexistent muscles).

        Shinso looked at her hesitantly, seeming to have an internal struggle inside his head, before letting out a sigh as his shoulders drooped.

        “Do you have a cellphone?” he questioned.

        “Yep.” (Y/N) answered without second thought. “Why? Wanna get my number and ask me on a date?” she teased once more as she pulled her phone out from her backpack.

        “You wish.” Shinso stared blankly, taking her phone once she unlocked it.

        He typed his phone number in and added his contact name. 

        “Text me when you get home. Who knows what could happen, you might run into a villain.” Shinso spoke, handing (Y/N) her phone back.

        She stared at him, shocked at the gesture and his words. He genuinely cared for her? A girl he was trying to get rid of just yesterday? 

        She felt her heart race as her face started to heat up. She let out a fake laugh in hopes of throwing Shinso off her sudden quietness and smiled.

        “Okay, Shin. I’ll meet you here tomorrow and we’ll walk to school together, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso nodded in agreement. The two exchanged a look at each other, nothing but silence before (Y/N) threw him another smile.

        “Try not to miss me too much!” she spoke, waving at him as she walked down the street to head home.

        Your heart. Karma suddenly spoke.

        What about it? (Y/N) questioned.

        It skipped a few beats earlier. Is your heart in danger or ill? Karma asked.

        I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Y/N) said, acting clueless.

        I felt it! There’s something wrong with it! Karma argued.

        No. I was just surprised. (Y/N) excused. Forget about it and help us home so we can text Shinso and not leave him worrying.          .         .         Shinso waited patiently in front of his apartment for (Y/N). He looked at the clouds before hearing her footsteps, turning to face her.

        “Morning, Shin!” (Y/N) greeted.

        “Morning.” Shinso returned, starting their walk to school together.

        “How did you sleep?” (Y/N) questioned, making small talk to pass the time.

        “I slept okay.” Shinso murmured.

        I got three hours, that’s better than most nights. Shinso thought.

        “That’s good. I slept…” (Y/N) paused, thinking of her answer. “Okay too.” 

        Eight hours is not enough for me, I don’t care what anyone says. (Y/N) thought, slightly irritated. 

        “Hey, did you eat breakfast?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Now that he’s thinking about it, he didn’t. He doesn’t ever eat breakfast. His morning routine consists of sleeping and dressing, then heading out the door. The last time his parents cooked breakfast for him was when he was three (before they knew of his quirk).

        “No.” Shinso admitted.

        “We should get somethin’ from the vendors. It’s not good to learn on an empty stomach.” (Y/N) explained. “And this here is for lunch.” She spoke, gesturing to the lunches she made for them both. “Speaking of lunch. Here. Don’t try eating it now.” 

        Shinso accepted the bag and held it in his hand, carrying it for himself.

        “What's inside?” he questioned.

        “You got to found out at lunch.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        Normally Shinso wouldn’t entertain such ideas from others, but he doesn’t quite find himself caring too much about what was made, only that she made it herself (once again, putting time into caring for his well-being). 

        He decided to acknowledge this with a hum.

        “Okay. What’s your music taste?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso stayed silent to think about what was most popular on his playlist. It was mostly just lofi-beats with mixing of slow depressing (or sometimes love) songs. 

        “Mostly lofi.” He admitted.

        “Oooo, good genre! I like it too, but I like all music.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Impossible. Anyone that says they like all music has at least one genre they don’t like.” Shinso spoke.

        “Try me.” She smiled confidently.

        “Rap?”

        “Have it.” 

        “Pop?”

        “Yep.” 

        “Rock?” 

        “Rock on!"

        “Hip-hop.” 

        “Yep-pers.”

        “Spanish?”

        “Sí.”

        “Metal?”

        “My favorite.”

        “20’s?” 

        “Fancy it.” 

        Shinso paused, thinking.

        “Japanese death metal?” 

        “You won’t believe it! Yeah!” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Hm. I’m officially impressed.” Shinso admitted, his eyebrows raised slightly to show this.

        “Aren’t I just the best? I’m so awesome.” (Y/N) giggled.

        Shinso decided not to answer that, already deciding that she had too much of a ego. 

        “Okay. Now, favorite slushie flavor?” (Y/N) asked.

        The questions went on as they shared their answers (Shinso even being able to throw in some questions like “what’s your favorite candy?” just some simple questions since [Y/N] seemed to like them). 

        They made it to school and changed their shoes, putting their lunches in their lockers. (Y/N) bought Shinso and her granola bars from the school vending machines for breakfast, then offered to walk Shinso to his class so the two could spend some more time together. He ended up agreeing as they both enjoyed the last few minutes together. 

        “Hey, what’s your class?” Shinso questioned, eating his granola bar.

        “H-802, why?” (Y/N) asked.

        Same class as Hiro and Yamada. Shinso thought. There’s no doubt she’s not subjected to some type of harassment from those two in class.

        “Just so I know where you are.” Shinso spoke, then realized how creepy that sounded. “I mean like, so I know who your teacher is and all. Like, because I’m curious if we’re near each other? That way it’s easier to meet up and—“

        “I understand, Shin. No worries.” (Y/N) giggled, enjoying the way he tried it needlessly defend himself over something so small.

        He obviously is not good in social situations. (Y/N) thought warmly.

        I thought that was obvious. Karma commented.

        Shinso nodded, ignoring the fire growing on his face from his embarrassment.

        “I’ll see you later, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled.

        Shinso nodded once more, watching as (Y/N) walked away from him. 

        She’s not so bad. Shinso thought. It’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be to have her hanging out with me.         .         .         The bell rang as Shinso stood up and walked out of class. He waited a few minutes for (Y/N) outside of his classroom before giving up.

        Did she ditch me? he thought. She could’ve been wanting to be my friend as a prank or a bet. 

        A bad taste formed in his mouth as that last thought it. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked that she actually made it seem like she wanted to get to know him better.

        He took a deep breath to gather this thoughts and emotions before sighing.

        Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t grow attached. He thought to himself. 

        He started to head off to his tree as he started walking down the hallway. He heard a familiar laughter and ducked into an empty classroom. 

        Hiro and Yamada were in the hallway, laughing to their hearts content with their little group.

        “Should even up your other eye since you let her get that hit on you.” One of the boys, Jāo, laughed.

        She? Are they talking about (Y/N)? 

        “Lucky shot. She swung wildly since I took her glasses off. Blinder than a bat.” Kishō chuckled. “Besides, I got her good with that punch? You see how much blood came pouring out of her mouth? Think she bit her tongue.”

        “I hope so. Maybe bite it off so she’d keep that smart mouth of hers shut.” Hiro commented. “It was really getting boring so I’m glad she presented the opportunity.” 

        “I almost feel bad because of how easy it was.” Yamada laughed.

        Of course it’d be easy. Five against two is no bragging right. Shinso thought, irritated. 

        “I don’t want to hear you talking. You got hit with a metal chair five times.” Hiro laughed.

        “Like you can talk. She really tried stabbing you with a pair of scissors after I finally got the damn chair out of her hands. Would’ve got you too if I didn’t help you.” Yamada growled.

        “Aw! We should’ve cut her hair too while we were at it! It’s about time for her to get a new look, it’s a waste of long hair with how she doesn’t style it.” Jāo exclaimed.

        “We always have tomorrow. We can catch her during lunch while she’s sleeping and the teacher leaves. She’s bound to fall asleep in class again soon.” Hiro explained.

        They’re going to corner her and plan more? As if what they did today wasn’t enough? Shinso thought as they passed the room he was in, their obnoxious voices still being heard loud and clear in his ears as they walked further down the hall.

   ��    “Teacher’s favorite. Seriously, how does she have good grades and sleep in class?” Yamada huffed. “Huh, maybe we can spread a rumor about her sleeping with the teacher? Yeah?” 

        Shinso heard enough. He stepped out of the classroom and made his way towards the group who had their backs turned.

        “Where is she?” Shinso questioned, glaring at Hiro.

        “Aw, damn it! He heard! He’s going to snitch.” Kishō exclaimed.

        “Like I’d tell—“ Hiro’s eyes went white, falling under Shinso’s quirk.

        “Where is (L/N)?” Shinso repeated.

        “H-813.” Hiro relayed.

        “Do you want to fight?!” Jaō challenged, walking up to Shinso.

        Shinso broke Hiro’s hypnosis and looked at Jāo, readying his question. It’s best to take down Hiro first due to his quirk. 

        “Are you stupid?” Shinso insulted.

        “Are yo—“ Jaō answered Shinso’s statement, succumbing to Shinso’s quirk just as Hiro did earlier.

        “Punch Hiro.” Shinso commanded.

        Jāo’s movements were swift. Before any boy in the group could protest, Hiro got knocked out coldly. 

        “Fight Yamada.” Shinso directed. 

        Jāo charged at Yamada while Yamada avoided the attacks, unsure what to do; fight his brainwashed friend or run? Jāo decided for him as he grabbed Yamada’s sleeve while he moved away, pulling Yamada back and slamming his head into the floor, pulling it up only to slam it back down again. He waited until he heard Yamada’s nose crack and his eyes roll back before Shinso let out of the reigns.

        “Kishō, are you going to run?” Shinso questioned.

        “Monster! You and your qu-“ Kishō fell into Shinso’s control all too easily just as everyone else did.

        “Knock out Jāo.” Shinso commanded.

        “You play dirty...” Jāo muttered, rubbing his knuckles from the punch he gave Hiro earlier.

        Kishō kicked Jāo in between his legs, making Jāo fall to the ground quickly. He kicked Jāo’s head into the nearest wall and left him there. Kishō’s back was facing Shinso as he broke Kishō’s mind-control, then grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, giving him a good punch in the mouth to even it out for (Y/N) and her jaw.

        Kishō got knocked out as Shinso looked around at the mess he made. Nobody was fatally injured or even severely, however he’s not sure he can say the same for (Y/N).

        Room H-813 is what Hiro said. Shinso thought, walking down the hallway the boys came from and looked at the classroom signs.

        He found the room and opened the door, finding (Y/N) and Karma both together. Karma held bandages while (Y/N) looked out the window. They both heard the door open, taking a few seconds to think to themselves.

        Are they back for more? What the hell? (Y/N) thought.

        This time I’m really going to beat them! Karma shouted. I'm going after the kid with the quirk-blocker first!

        They noticed it was Shinso instead, observing the state of both of them. (Y/N)'s fists were red (no doubt going to be a deep purple tomorrow) along with the side of her jaw. Her glasses were tilted awkwardly on her face but luckily not broken. She had some scratch marks on her neck and wrists along with some bruising, but luckily she wasn’t in a bad state. Karma looked… like Karma. All pitch black with no harm done to her.

        “Shinso?” (Y/N) spoke, confused and on guard. “Why aren’t you eating? Did you not like lunch? I’ll make something different for you tomorrow.” 

        “Are you okay? You’re not too hurt are you?” Shinso questioned, walking up to the two. 

        Karma moved away for Shinso to take over, more than glad that he would fill in her position as the caretaker/nurse.

        “Oh, nah! I’m fine.” (Y/N) lie with a smile.

        “Bullshit.” Shinso scoffed, making (Y/N) frown. “What happened? Why did they do it?”

        “How do you know it was plural?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Saw Hiro and his buddies in the hallway. They were talking about what they did so I took care of them.” Shinso spoke.

        “As in brainwash?!” Karma beamed.

        “Yeah… I guess I did.” Shinso muttered, recalling Kishō calling him a monster.

        “Shinso…” (Y/N) murmured. “Thank you. You didn’t have to defend me like that, especially since they could’ve made you one of their larger targets now.” 

        “I don’t care about that. What happens that made them get so violent with you?” Shinso questioned.

        “Oh, you know. Wrong place wrong time.” (Y/N) sighed. “They have a knack for picking on me. Last time they actually hurt me like that must’ve been a month ago.” 

        “Why aren’t you doing anything about it? Tell a teacher or your parents.” Shinso questioned.

        “It only creates a bigger target on my back. I’m disliked as it is since I’m a foreigner. Hateful adults are much worse than hateful kids. They know I’m getting bullied but they won’t bother doing anything about it because I’m American.” (Y/N) explained. “Besides, the school year is almost over. Middle school is starting soon so I figured I’d see them less.” 

        “From now on stick with me. I’ll walk you to class instead.” Shinso sighed.

        “You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough.” (Y/N) explained.

        “I don’t take no as in answer.” Shinso added on. “Do you want me to help you bandage up or do you have that down?” 

        “No offense, especially after everything you’ve done, but I feel more comfortable for Karma to help me.” (Y/N) admitted as Karma took Shinso’s spot from across (Y/N) and picked up the bandages and alcohol packets.

        (Y/N) kept quiet, staring at Karma as they seemed to share a silent telepathic moment, before (Y/N) sighed.

        “You know, when they cornered me, I was downright terrified they’d do much more than beat me up.” (Y/N) admitted. “I’m glad they just beat me up. I heard Japan has more intense bullying, so I was afraid it be more than a few punches.” 

        “Mm… I guess that does happen in Japan more than America.” Shinso hummed. 

        “Doesn’t help that she has a fear of guys.” Karma teased, aiming to humiliate (Y/N).

        “Shut up.” (Y/N) hissed as Karma wiped blood off (Y/N)'s busted lip.

        Shinso blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting that. He would’ve never guessed, not with how forward she is towards him.

        “Yeah, shocker.” (Y/N) huffed, noticing Shinso’s reaction. “Had it instilled in me growing up from my dad’s teachings. It just got worse over the years because of some incidents.” (Y/N) explained.

        “I’m sorry.” Shinso muttered. “Do you… want me to leave?” he questioned, realizing the position they’re in.

        She did get beaten up by a group of guys just earlier, and now she’s alone and weak with another guy who she just met three days ago. Shinso understands if she'd rather not be around him right now. 

        “I don’t care.” She spoke all too quickly, before feeling bad at her snapping at him when he was only looking to make her comfortable. “I mean… you can stay. You don’t bother me as much as other guys. You’re…” she paused. “Just different I guess. More comforting…” she paused, allowing Shinso to gain his thoughts.

        His heartbeat spiked a little, a blush growing on his face at her confession. 

        “…Is that weird?” she sighed.

        “Very.” Karma jumped in quickly.

        “No. I don’t think so.” Shinso admitted.

        Karma looked at the two of them staring at each other, sensing a type of chemistry between the two. 

        “Blegh! Let me leave the room before you two take off each other’s clothes and fuck.” Karma commented vulgarly.

        “Karma!” (Y/N) exclaimed, a fire growing on her face as Shinso adverted his eyes. “We’re ten!” 

        “Pre-teen pregnancy exists.” Karma spoke carelessly, shrugging her shoulders.

        “Do you want to go back?” (Y/N) threatened.

        “So you can continue without me?” Karma teased.

        (Y/N) shot Karma a glare while Shinso decided not to intervene in their little bicker. 

        "I'm sorry. She has a mind of her own." (Y/N) sighed.

        "Or not! Maybe my mind is the dark inner thoughts of you, (Y/N). Think about it." Karma spoke.

        If she had a face, she'd be grinning wolfishly. (Y/N)'s surprised Karma didn't grow horns to help back up her theory. 

        Are you trying to make him leave us? Just when we’ve gained some form of rapport? (Y/N) questioned.

        Being nice is so boring though. Besides, if you’re going to be friends with him, he’s going to have to get used to me. Karma explained.

        Not even I can get used to you and it’s been four years now with you. (Y/N) huffed.

        (Y/N) and Karma glared at each other, telepathically communicating and leaving Shinso out of the conversation as Karma mindlessly applied cream to (Y/N)'s bruises on her arms. They broke out of their connection and Karma turned to Shinso, excited for what she’s about to say.

        “Come and get an eyeful while you can, lover boy. I gotta tend to her wounds under her shirt.” Karma teased.

        “Knock it off!” (Y/N) huffed, slapping Karma on her arm.

        Shinso immediately turned around to advert his eyes.

        “Thanks, but no.” He sighed, ignoring the blush on his face or the stammer of his heart.

        “Your loss.” Karma sighed.

        “Aw, thank you.” (Y/N) said, teasing Karma.

        “I didn’t mean it in that sense.” Karma huffed.

        Karma tended to the bruises on her stomach and rib-cage, giving extra hard pokes to see (Y/N) squirm and cuss her out, keeping the air lively and care-free.

        “Shin, do you think you’d get in trouble with the school for messing with Hiro and them?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “If anything, they should be the ones getting in trouble. I just settled the score.” Shinso spoke smoothly, watching the two interact together since Karma no longer had (Y/N)'s shirt up and had started working on her legs.

        “They won’t do much, lucky to even get detention for a day.” (Y/N) sighed.

        Shinso looked away, thinking of what to say before speaking up.

        “I think it’s messed up how they treat you. The kids and adults.” Shinso voiced. “You shouldn’t be treated like that all because you’re a foreigner.” 

        (Y/N) smiled, her heart racing a bit as she looked at him. 

        “Thank you. Some people need to be more like you.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “There’s a janitors closet down the hall if you both plan on—“

        “Shut it, Karma.” (Y/N) growled, angry at Karma for ruining the bittersweet moments.

        Hey, moments like these could help him lower his guard with us so could you learn how to shut your mouth and read the room? (Y/N) huffed.

        Oh, I’m reading it already. I’m reading that the room’s gonna have foggy windows because he’s gonna pin you and have hot—

        I HOPE YOU DIE! (Y/N) screamed, embarrassed.

        You’d be useless without me. Karma pointed out.

        (Y/N) gave Karma another glare as Karma finished caring for (Y/N). Just as she did, the bell rang, signaling lunch ended.

        “Oh, I’m sorry you couldn’t eat lunch today, Shin.” (Y/N) spoke, faking her tone to sound guilty.

        “Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat it when I get home.” Shinso spoke.

        Can’t let it go to waste. He thought. 

        Karma decided to return to (Y/N)'s body. She touched (Y/N)'s back where her clothes opened, a large gash forming before Karma crawled in, then the gash healed.

        “Woah…” Shinso thought, amazed and a bit freaked out.

        “Much more calmer than how I first reacted when she did that.” (Y/N) laughed.

        Shinso shared a smile with her before opening the door, allowing her to walk past him to head to their classes. Shinso insisted very strongly on walking her back to class. He also insisted strongly for him to stay and wait for the group of bullies to show up, at least wait until the teacher returned to the classroom.

        “Shin, you’ll be late to class.” (Y/N) reasoned, an embarrassed blush dusting her face as others looked at the odd pairing.

        “I don’t care.” Shinso stated plainly. 

        The bell rang and a few minutes later, the teacher came in. Shinso took it as his cue to leave.

        “I’ll meet you here, okay?” Shinso spoke, giving her a “don’t go nowhere else” look.

        (Y/N) nodded, a soft blush creeping up on her face due to being so compliant for Shinso. Even if it was just a simple request of his, it felt weird for her to actually decide to listen and do to what he wanted from her.

        Your heart is beating fast again. Karma pointed out. These clothes feel too uncomfortable all of a sudden. It’s too hot, take the damn clothes off.

        As if! (Y/N) huffed. 

        She watched Shinso leave before looking around, seeing that Hiro and Yamada never went to class. 

        Serves them right. (Y/N) thought. 

        She briefly wondered if she should let Karma go and follow Shinso in case the bullies were planning on attacking Shinso, but she remembered that he was more than capable of kicking their asses (a statement he proved himself). 

        The teacher started teaching this hour’s new subject, math, a subject that is lucky enough to be called hated and not something more vulgar. It wasn’t even twenty minutes before (Y/N) found her face squished into her arms and hiding her eyes from the schools fluorescent lights.          .         .         Shinso packed his belongings and walked out of the classroom and into (Y/N)'s class, finding her face-down on the desk sleeping.

        How long has she been out like this? Shinso thought, noticing the uncomfortable position her back was in.

        “Hey, wake up.” Shinso spoke, taking (Y/N)'s pencil who suffered dereliction for who knows how long, and poked her face repeatedly until she woke up.

        She opened her eyes groggily and wiped the drool off her mouth, looking up to see who awoken her. 

        “Hi, Shinso…” (Y/N) muttered, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

        She yawned, then flinched at the pain that spread in her jaw, before remembering today’s events and how she got punched there.

        “You okay?” Shinso questioned, noticing her flinch of pain as he dropped (Y/N)'s pencil back down onto her desk.

        “Yeah.” (Y/N) reassured. “Let’s go home. I wanna go to bed.” (Y/N) spoke, gathering her supplies.

        Shinso helped (Y/N) pack up. (Y/N) stood up and groaned.

        “Ah, my back…” she complained, letting out a long stretch.

        Shinso smiled as he handed (Y/N) her backpack. Shinso took the lead of their walk, heading to the courtyard before (Y/N) stopped him, tugging on the back of his backpack to gain his attention but respect his physical bubble.

        “Let’s go the back way. Hiro and his gang might be mad at what you did and try to corner you in the courtyard.” (Y/N) explained. “I’ve had my fair share of fighting today.”

        Shinso nodded, changing their direction to the back of the school. They walked back the school garden and made it to the gate, climbing the fence and jumping over it, landing on their feet.

        (Y/N) continued her games of questions like nothing serious at school happened today. She was a little hesitant to go back home and face her dad’s wrath, but she decided she’ll hide her injuries and go right to sleep when she gets home. She’ll avoid him to the best of her abilities until at least her busted lip heals up (it shouldn’t be too much of a probably considering he’s a Pro Hero and is gone fairly often). 

        Shinso walked past his apartment to accompany (Y/N) home. They stopped in front of her apartment and (Y/N) smiled.

        “Thank you for bringing me home today, and for beating up those bullies. Again, you didn’t have to, but I greatly appreciate you looking out for me.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Hey, we’re friends, right? Any good friend would’ve done it.” Shinso shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and smiling.

        (Y/N) wouldn't, she knew that much—at least not before today. But because he risked lowering his social image even further, she supposes she can even out their score one day.

        “Thank you, Shinso. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day.” (Y/N) beamed, waking up to her door and opening it, waving at Shinso before closing it.

        She said my full name, not just the nickname. Shinso thought.

        He wasn’t quite sure what made his heart feel more fuzzy—her using that nickname for the first time, or her saying his last name for the first time. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if he liked the effect she had on his heart whenever she did something that caught him off-guard.

        Shinso headed back home, looking forward to what (Y/N) packed for his lunch today (that will be his dinner tonight). Ever since Shinso discovered his quirk, he’s been nothing short of a disappointment to his parents, barely even a son. Ever since then, Shinso takes care of his meals and chores, but you can’t quite replace physical affection on your own.

        Maybe one day. Shinso thought, finding himself entertaining the idea of actually being someone’s lover.

        It’s funny to think that it wasn’t so far away, especially with (Y/N)'s morbid curiosity slowly morphing into obsessive infatuation. Why else would she ask so many questions about him other than to perfect her persona for him and only him? Asking questions is a good way of seeing if he’s the right person to be her friend (and later down the road, possible lover). 

        She is a sucker for a good friends to lover trope.          .         .         Karma noticed (Y/N)'s growing enamor with Shinso rather quickly. When you live in a person’s body and have access to a certain part of their thoughts they share with you, you start to see red flags. By living inside of (Y/N)'s body so long, Karma knows (Y/N)'s normal heart rate, how many breaths she takes, how many blinks a minute, how many thoughts conjugate. 

        She started noticing how her heart sped up at times when Shinso laughed, smiled, even just seeing him wait for her in the morning or waking her up in class. By the lingering stares (Y/N) gave or the piling thoughts of “what Shinso could be doing, who he’s with, what he’s thinking about, if he’s safe”, it’s extremely safe to say that (Y/N) had a big fat crush on Shinso.

        Karma never said anything about it because (Y/N) never did anything about it. (Y/N) never went to extreme lengths, just some mild following around to “make sure he was safe” she’d say. When the second summer came in and (Y/N) requested that Karma would break into the school and change the classroom rosters so (Y/N) could be in the same class as Shinso, Karma confronted her about it.

        She was tired of (Y/N)'s constant rants in her head about Shinso. How she tried to justify it by saying “every friend worried for their friend’s safety!” She was sick of having to watch this pathetic “love” story with no form of development. You’d get bored too if you watched the same character pine over the love interest with the main character doing absolutely nothing to make the love interest notice them in that way for years, would you? 

        “I know you love him.” Karma spoke.

        “Huh? What do you mean?” (Y/N) questioned. “He’s my friend. I’m looking out for his safety.” 

        “Why bother? It’s just a waste of time.” Karma sighed. “He’s proven to take care of himself.” 

        "Because—" (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to say. 

        Why does she do this? She’s never done this for any other “friend” she’s had growing up. Now that she has Shinso, she doesn’t seek for any other friendship or even alliance with anyone else. She doesn’t bother knocking on their door right when she wakes up and declares to go into town and hang out with them today. She doesn’t bother making sure anyone else has been fed or insisting they need her assistance with placing a bandage on their skinned knee. She doesn’t bother buying them their favorite candy when she sees it or make sure their lunches are nutritious and healthy while sticking to all his likes. 

        “Huh…” (Y/N) muttered. “Karma… what’s wrong with me?” 

        “Your in love, obviously.” Karma snickered. “Has it really taken you two years to realize this? Sheesh. You fell pretty hard too.” 

        “L-love? Love?!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Oh, no. No, no, no! I can’t be in love. Anything but that!” she exclaimed, tears gathering in her eyes.

        “What’s the big deal?” Karma questioned, starting to become genuinely concerned when she saw the tears threatening to fall from (Y/N)'s face.

        “I-I can’t! He’s a guy! A boy! They’re bad! All of them! They only want your body and they tear your heart out after they’re done using you. Right? Right?!” (Y/N) spoke, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she relayed her father’s words and past experiences.

        Boys are nothing short of terrible, even calling them that is generous enough. They corner you alone in groups when they know you can’t fight back. They spur each other on with competitive bets on who can get into which girl’s pants fastest. They play with your heart and swear they’re only yours and no-one else’s. They talk behind your back. They go after your so-called “best friend” and leave you alone to pick up the love you so carelessly threw at them. They take advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable, pressure you until you give consent you don’t mean, just so that they can finally leave you alone. They take your pride, confidence, love, and respect for yourself and rip it up in front of your face as if it was a small piece of paper. 

        A nauseous feeling overcame (Y/N), her stomach twisting as her heart sped up. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet while Karma chased her down, holding (Y/N)'s long hair she decided on growing out. Their emotions were both unstable at the moment, either one of them could snap depending on what could be said next. Since they're both separated from each other, it makes it harder to control emotions when part of your amygdala is being shared with another host.

        When she finished throwing up, she wiped he mouth with toilet paper and looked at Karma with tears.

        “I can’t be in love. Anything but that.” She whimpered, her emotions anything but stable due to Karma running around outside of her body.

        She was the one that’s got cornered alone in groups. She was the one they placed bets on. She was the one left once she proved to no longer be fun or refuse to give what they want. She was the one who’d they follow down the street for blocks until she had to lose them in alley-ways. She was the one got left for her best-friend. She was the one whose been tried to be pressured into situations she didn’t like, then they leave because she stood her ground and wanted her boundaries to (can you believe this?) actually respected. She was the one that had her pride, confidence, love, and respect for herself ripped up in front of her face, leaving her to clean up the mess she caused.

        She knew it, Karma knew it. Humans were disgusting—but boys were absolutely revolting.

        It wasn’t just her that’s been broken by love, she watched the same thing happen to the man she respected and wished to be; her father. Her mother left her with a broken family, angered at their naiveness. (Y/N) saw all the signs of her mother falling in love all over again. She saw her mother start dressing herself up in makeup and buying lingerie. She saw her mother heading out late at night and not getting back until morning, until it shifted to days. She stayed up late at night worrying for her mother’s safety, who she could be with, crying at the possibility that her suspicion was right. Finding bras in mother’s car and multiple text messages from a contact. 

        Oh how it took a toll on her father. How it made him hate the world—an already distrusting man who has seen far too much to handle—even more than what was thought possible. How it made him absolutely loathe the word "love". How it made him voice his anger out on his daughter, how “all woman are the same. Unfaithful. Dishonest. Dirty whores. Money-crazed maniacs who want a man that’ll treat them like shit. Who wouldn’t give a damn if you died tomorrow.”

        To see a man get broken so easily by the oh so heart-throbbing and eye-opening experience called “love”, demented her mind further and into darker places. 

        When those times became too much, she cried in Shinso’s room. She vented her frustrations out, her theories and her fears until she was red-eyed with tears and snot streaming down her face. She cried and sobbed until feeling like passing out and forcing Karma to carry her home to bed because God knows she would never sleep alone in a room with a boy, even if it was Shinso. And especially, never, ever let him touch her.

        Only she was allowed to give him the rare hug to seek comfort she desperately needed, just as long as he didn’t wrap his arms around her back and trap her to where she couldn’t escape his grasp. 

        Shinso understood this greatly and never once tried to push her boundaries. He was fine with having her grab his backpack or his sleeve to keep him close to her so they didn’t get lost in crowds, just as long as he didn’t have to put that sort of silent devotion and declaration of sticky besotted affection. 

        Shinso was fine silently forcing space away from her and other men so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared with the closeness between them, especially if there wasn’t much people around. He was fine with her keeping her distance from him when they were hanging out in their room, the window open as an escape-route and the door cracked open for easy access in case she had to scream for help. He was fine with her avoidance of dresses and skirts, ponytail’s and makeup, all to erase the unwanted desire of need from him and other men, to prevent herself from being defiled by their hands and mouths and worse. 

        He never felt any sort of offense to have her believe such things of him. He understood other girls thought that a boy would never take advantage of them, only for it to actually happen.

        Karma stared at her other half, utterly confused on how to cheer her up on such a matter.

        “Oi, it’s not like it’ll be the end of the world, idiot.” Karma hissed, roughly shoving her finger into (Y/N)'s cheek. “After all, you don’t gotta say shit to him, just make him love you back.”

        “I can’t do that.” (Y/N) retorted. “What if he… I don’t know cheats or something dumb. What if he finds someone better? Aw shit, there’s way more prettier guys and girls than me. What if he finds someone that makes him laugh harder than I can? Wha-“

        Another wave of vomit hit her as she redirected her attention to the toilet and vomited. 

        “You’re acting as if he actually has a chance with other girls.” Karma huffed. “Who else does he hang out with other than you. You’re literally his only option, we’ll make sure of that, won’t we?" Karma’s imaginary grin widen as she chuckled.

        “What are you getting at...?” (Y/N) muttered, tired from all the confusing thoughts and feelings. 

        “Let’s kidnap him. Make sure no-one else can have him.” Karma spoke, leaning into (Y/N)'s face.

        “Are you serious? We’d be the top subject other than his parents.” (Y/N) snarled.

        “So that’s what’s stopping you? You’d do it if there were no consequences?” Karma beamed.

        “N-no. Just—Karma, no! We have to be good.” (Y/N) sighed. 

        “Let’s move away, take lover boy with us. We’re both not serious about this little hero dream.” Karma explained. 

        “Hey, I’m serious about this.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “Yeah, you’re fooling me.” Karma spoke sarcastically. “Be real, the only reason you’re still here is to be around lover boy. You couldn’t care less if your dad got mad at you for giving up, you just want the boy.”

        “That’s not true.” (Y/N) gruffed.

        “Only reason you stuck to the dream is so you can go to the same high school as that boy. Keep all the other girls away. I’ve seen the glares you’ve given the girls, the amount of times I had to trip guys for talking to lover boy and the amount of hair spray I had to light on fire for you in the girl's locker room. All for lover boy.” Karma spoke.

        “Let’s not jump to such accus—“ (Y/N) spoke, but was cut off by Karma’s manipulative tangent.

        “After all we’ve done, we’re just trying to protect lover boy from the world. We know how dangerous it is. Experienced it ourselves. Taking Hitoshi away would prevent him from ever getting hurt. We've done so much for him, the very least he can do it love you.” Karma spoke, adding Shinso’s first name just to try and deepen her words blows (it just hit (Y/N)'s already unstable nerve instead).

        “I said no, Karma.” (Y/N) stated firmly. “I’m not going to use Hitoshi like that. I’m not going to stop him from his dreams.”

        “(Y/N), do you really believe you’re in that dream?” Karma questioned, her voice all-to-serious compared to her sing-song teasing earlier.

        (Y/N) looked at Karma with a glare. They both refused to share each other’s brain section of thoughts, preventing each other from knowing what the other was thinking.

        “He’ll leave us. He’ll leave you. What makes you think he’d want us to stick around? We can take him, you can make him fall for you. He’ll be all yours. He’ll be safe and sound. He wouldn’t ever be able to leave you then.”Karma pushed on. 

        “No. That’s final, Karma.” (Y/N) spoke, heading to walking out the room. “This is the final year you’ll change my class into Hitoshi’s roster. After that, we’ll be in separate classes so we both can get what we want.” 

        (Y/N) agreed that Karma can join the hero’s department where they fight villains while (Y/N) evacuates civilians and tends to injured people once everyone was out of harms way. That way, Karma can kick people’s ass legally, and (Y/N) can watch from the sidelines, gaining information from the hero world, pleasing her father’s expectations, and watching over Hitoshi.

        “I tried to tell you…” Karma sighed, disappointed she failed her mission.

        “You mean it though?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “There’s many things I mean and don’t. You’ll have to be more specific.” Karma explained.

        “I mean, you’ll really make sure that he’ll fall for me? You’ll help me?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        “Oh, I meant that.” Karma spoke, her imaginary horns growing. 

        “Why help? You don’t have romantic feelings.” (Y/N) gruffed.

        “Gives me something to do. I like spreading chaos. Besides, I think it’d be fun using him.” Karma beamed. 

        “I don’t want to use him. I want to keep him. I want him to fall in love with me.” (Y/N) stated firmly, her fists shaking. "He can only be mine. No other girls."

        “And he will. You’re the expert with manipulation and all, just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.” Karma smiled.

        “As if. You’re the one manipulating me into this.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “I only learned from the best.” Karma shot back teasingly. 

This is the childhood of Hitoshi and reader! We're going to get into high school in the next chapter (that should be released tomorrow). The next chapter will have more scenes of Hitoshi and reader, along with more toxicity and manipulation with reader and Karma.

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Bad Things (Five Hargreeves/Reader)

~Psychopathy is a neuropsychiatric disorder marked by deficient emotional responses, lack of empathy, the inability to distinguish between right and wrong, poor behavioral controls, and behaviors that contradict social norms which then commonly result in persistent antisocial deviance and criminal behavior.

Enter, Five Hargreeves, everyone's favorite little psycho.

(Chapter One and Chapter Two Post)

Summary:

Having been left in a new world with nothing, his mental state growing more and more dangerous, Five Hargreeves finds something he feels will keep him from going off the deep end, but just like in so many things he thinks that are wrong, the fact that he thinks this already proves he has.

Note~The female character is written so that she's part OC but easily filled in as you or reader insert. When we are in Five's side of things, the OC/Reader/You will be referred to as 'her/she/the girl.'

Characters: Number Five, Dolores, unnamed Female OC/Reader insert, Klaus, and Diego

Warnings and tags: Mental disintegration, psychological trauma, effects of isolation, masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism, explicit sexual content, bondage, POV altering, touch starved, obsessive behavior, inanimate object love, and many other sexually deviant themes all mixed with a lovely twist that you will hopefully enjoy...

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Chapter One: Dark Side

Taking the stairs since the elevator is broken and he can no longer teleport at will, Five ambles, step by step, up to his apartment on the seventh floor. For a young man, Five feels so old and not just mentally like he actually is at the cognitive age of sixty. 

With no end of world event in the foreseeable future, as incredible as that is, living in Reginald Hargreeves’s ideal version of the world has left Five with next to nothing.

As far as the world’s concerned, Number Five Hargreeves is dead. Normally, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing because Five doesn’t want people to know about him being back, but it is a problem if you’re not dead and you need to find work to feed yourself.

If not for Klaus’s help getting him fake ids and a shitty job doing data entry in the basement of a huge office building, Five wouldn’t even have a roof over his head. 

Five’s polished black dress shoes sidestep around piles of trash as he listens to voices of people screaming and yelling at each other behind the worn and dented doors he passes on the way to his own.

He does not live in a nice building or a nice area of the city. His low-income housing is a far cry from the life he’d once lived behind the secretive walls of The Umbrella Academy. His childhood home still exists, though neither he nor any of his siblings are welcome there.

In the new world of Sir Reginald Hargreeves, the status quo remains as it was before, with most having very little, while a very few have a lot. This time Reggie himself has a lot more.

Nearly half the buildings in the city’s skyline bare Five’s adoptive father’s name, but it would do him no good to go to him for help. Luther did, and not even getting allowed to see their dad face to face, he got thrown out on the street by security guards in front of the glamours monstrosity known as The Hargreeves Internation building, which is Reginal's current residence and seat of power.

In this world, the relationship between the world-renowned inventor and his remaining adoptive children was severed years ago, just as it was in their real timeline.

Most of Five’s siblings had places to go though, and that was in part how it was so easy for them to walk away. They still had their various places they crashed at or rented.

For all Five knew, it sounded like Allison still had her life, including her daughter back, but besides that, he knew nothing about her. After turning on them, she didn’t look back. Like with her and most the rest of his family, it had been radio silence when it comes to communication with him since the day that they walked away to move on with their life.

As much as Five needed it in that first year, after everything their father did to them, he vowed he’d never go to him for help again, so he remained dead. 

After carefully traversing the disgusting hallway that is the only way to the place that he calls home, entering the one room flat, Five is greeted with the polluted smell of city air blowing in from the window he left open.

He sees Dolores waiting for him.  She is still tucked in under the blanket on his bed, just where he left her.

‘I am so glad you're home! ’ she brightly chirps.

Other than her and the sense of love and radiating warmth that Five creates out of her, there is nothing here for him. Five has no one.

There is nothing of color, or personal flair or tasteful decor inside his residence. The furnishings weren’t even picked by him. They were discarded here. They are faded, old, and beaten and used, just like him.

Five feels ancient and worn, but physically he is not. His costly tailored suits are fitted to perfection, and they only make him stand out even more in stark contradiction to everything else within his personal space.

“Hello, Dolores.” 

His reply is flat and lifeless, but he can’t help it.

Terribly thirsty, Five crosses the room, moving to his kitchen. He reaches up, taking a milky looking etched glass out of the cabinet, then he places it under the facet at his sink.

Five took the subway most of the way home like he always does, but he still had to walk six long blocks after that. He tips back the entire glass of water he just poured, chugging it in a matter of seconds. He can’t help the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth when he thinks about what he did for his family and the heavy cost he’s paid for it. No matter the amount of time that passes, it never seems to make his resentment fade.

Since being abandoned by his siblings in Oblivion Park the night their lives were given back to them by Allison and Reginald’s collaborative effort to fuck them over, Five has been dealing with the repercussions of his many mistakes and doing it alone. It has taken less than two years for Five to age from a scrawny pubescent thirteen-year-old, to a man in his very early twenties. In this utopian world, The Commission is no more, and the treatments they gave him back when he was theirs have completely run their course and are no longer unnaturally crawling through his body keeping him from aging.

After being plucked from the apocalypse, The Handler wasted no time adding to her strict requirement that he worked exclusively for her despite the fact that his contract didn't say that. She informed Five that since she was the only reason he was saved, not only was he hers, and not just in an advisory capacity, unless he’d prefer to die alone, he’d be undergoing various improvements. Not thinking what that meant, being all that mattered was that he saves himself first so he could save everyone else, he agreed. 

The very day he got picked up, after that conversation and being treated to his first real shower in forty years and a real meal that he embarrassingly devoured like the starving man he was, he foolishly started to think things were actually going to be okay for once. Then, with that silly notion still tickling at his brilliant yet still somewhat childlike mind, things changed very quickly.

The Handler informed Five that he was scheduled for operations starting immediately. When he nervously declined, saying he didn’t want them, she tartly replied that she’d be happy to take him back to his wasteland and cockroaches, and that’s when Five realized he held absolutely zero power in the hasty agreement he’d made.

Through her perfectly fluid, red lipped charm, The Handler laced every word she ever had for him with contempt and malicious intent as she continuously threatened him with thinly veiled cruelty. Terrified as if he were a helpless child, though schooling his wrinkled features not to show it, Five followed her like a lost puppy, sickness from the amount of food he’d just eaten adding to his terror as they stripped him naked, then strapped him down to an operating table. 

With little explanation other than adjustments were often made, especially to older recruits, Five fought every instinct not to blink himself to safety as he impotently watched the room fade away from the sedative being injected in his arm.

Even if he had blinked or could have at that point, there was nowhere safe for him to go.

Waking in recovery, at first, Five didn’t feel any different. He was extremely sore and bruised, but not different. Not till later was he told he wouldn’t age, being that he’d been given a treatment that would prevent it for many years to come. When it started to wear off, and that would be based on factors they didn’t make known to him, he’d be given more, thus allowing him to continue his service for them indefinitely even though he’d only agreed to a five-year contract.

Five realized that now that they had him, they weren't going to just let him walk away, but still he held on to the hope that he'd figure out how to get back. Defiantly he marched on thinking he'd get the better of them.

Their special therapies made him stronger, more resilient, and he even healed quicker because his metabolism was working much faster than it was before. It all seemed like a good thing.

Five wanted to live.

He had to figure out how to get back to his family and save them and everyone else. He needed time, just a little more time and he’d have it. He was finally strong, not sick, not starving or fighting everyday just to make it to the next.

This was good.

Only it wasn’t.

There was more they did to him that day, only he didn’t know about it till later.

When asked if he could perform the tasks required to work for them, Five had confidently said yes. He told his recruiter that he had killed before.

Through their missions as children, the idea of killing was something that never made him think twice because it was all in the name of good. They were the heroes. Dad had told them they were born extraordinary for a reason. They had a purpose. 

Five always thought that the purpose was to help people. Later he realized that was very naïve of him to think because Reginald only had them on missions that benefited him in some way. They did not go around saving the world from the everyday tragedies that were always waiting around every corner.

Not till they ended up in the Sparrow's world and after Reginald drained them to nearly the point of death did Five realize the purpose of them being born the way was so they could be used like extraterrestrial batteries to fuel the reset of the universe. 

Just like with The Commission, everything with Sir Reginald Hargreeves was done for a reason and those reasons held many gray areas.

As months passed and his training with his new employer completed, Five found out just what it meant to work in corrections for a time preservation organization whose goal was to maintain what they felt was the generally accepted timeline. Human life meant little to nothing to them on a one-to-one scale. That meant more death. Lots more death.

Each time that Five pulled the trigger or had to take someone’s life, watching the color fade from their purple oxygen-deprived flesh when he squeezed the life out of them, he told himself it was all to get back. When he got back, he’d figure this all out. It would be okay.

It wasn’t okay.

Neither was Five. 

Along with their other thoughtful enhancements, The Commission gave him something that would never wear off. By the time he finally was ready to make the enormous jump through time and space to go back to his family, Five was not the same person. He hadn’t been since he woke up on that operating table over four years before. That was because while he was out, they blended his DNA with that of several well-known notoriously brutal serial killers, and it was all in the name of making him a better assassin. 

Five had become mercilessly cold, and not the way he was as an arrogant child who thought he was better than everyone. No, this near emotional opposite of snobbery and having any sort of compassion for his fellow man was different.

In four years, he’d killed so many times he’d stopped counting. In the beginning Five still felt it, the remorse, and the nausea when he thought of what he’d done. He’d break down in fits of tears and shuddering sobs when he was alone in his tiny Commission assigned apartment, nearly suffocating from the weight of his shame. 

They were killing innocent people and he let them turn him in to the deadly weapon they were using to do it.

By the time Five was done, his mind had altered how he processed things. It happened in part because of the alterations they made to his DNA, but it was also his own survival method, allowing him to continue; to keep waking up and to keep fighting for what he had to see through to the end.

When The Handler gave him a job as she ran her finger condescendingly across his cheek in that wicked way of hers, it let him know that he was nothing more than her pet and her vicious executioner. Five accepted it. He even relished in the peaceful quiet of death and the simplicity of delivering it so efficiently.

The Handler was extremely pleased at how she’d manipulated him so easily. Five knew that, but even knowing he was being used, Five was proud of himself. He savored her praise like the lost child he still was inside. Even old and gray, Five was still the boy who longed to be noticed and loved.

When Five took out the board of directors, he’d done it for her, but he’d also done it for himself. In that moment, his mind was on another level of depraved, finding joy in the sick pleasure he felt as the blade of his ax sliced through their flesh and the spray of the warm blood spattered his face.

Even before that happened, Five had lied to Luther when he told him he didn’t enjoy it and that’s because he was trying to pretend that he was the person he wished he still was.

Even as he lied, Five's words came out lack of any emotion, dead and toneless. Luther didn’t seem to notice. Like the rest of his family, they didn’t know him anymore. They had no idea how different their dad's Number Five had become, and they didn’t seem to care to know him, though all Five had ever wanted was to get them back.

Five was aware that killing was one of the only things that made him feel alive, but he was too focused on trying to save the world to dwell on it. Everything kept falling apart and with more important things on his mind, he simply didn't have time to think about it.

Now there was time. 

Turning from his sink, Five walks back to the sole armchair in the middle of the space that serves as his living room. He slips off his black suit jacket, draping it over the back. 

‘I missed you,’ Dolores says, her voice in his mind so hopeful. Five glances her way but can’t keep her eye.

His reply comes almost too quietly to hear. “I missed you too.”

Purposefully avoiding her, Five wanders over to his small kitchen table. He didn’t even bother to turn on the light when he entered his apartment. This entire time it’s been dark, save for the dim light filtering in from his two small windows.

Pulling out the single chair, he sits down on the cracked vinyl cushion, dropping his head in his hands as he thinks about what he is doing.

Looking up after a minute of trying to get his head straight but failing, Five’s eyes train on the widow in front of him. His nicotine yellowed curtains wave gently from the air moving in. Beyond his window, across the alley, the occupant of the adjacent apartment is home. Five knew she would be, that’s why he left the lights off. It’s also why he left his window open. 

He can hear her voice. It’s faint as she talks on her phone, but Five can hear it and make out parts of what she’s saying. 

She’s talking about work like she often is.

The girl comes to the window dressed in her uniform from the job she works at during the day. She dumps the water from her watering can in the flower box attached to the sill.

Five knows that she can’t see him, but he doesn’t move a muscle anyway. He holds his breath.

She’s so close.

He could almost touch her.

Five can see her hair flutter in the wind before she laughs at something the person on the line must have said, then she leans back inside after plucking off a few dead buds, flicking them to the ground below.

The girl is young, similar in that she’s not much younger or older than Five's physical age. At his mental age, she is not someone he should be interested in. She is not someone Five should be watching like this, not that he should be watching anyone, but like so many things about himself that can’t control, he is interested in her.

Everything about her is animated and full of life. 

She’s the opposite of him.

Five is almost completely empty and deeply numb inside.

His fascination with her is in part because of that. He’s aware of this on some level, but he also realizes it’s for other reasons.

Bad reasons.

The immorality of doing this is almost no more than a ghost in his mind at this point. The more it happens, the less Five cares that it’s wrong.

Everything about him is wrong so why torture himself about one more thing?

With a dull, lifeless expression washing over his features, Five continues staring out, analyzing her every move as she moves about her small apartment. 

‘You can’t keep doing this. You need help,’ Dolores warns sharply, the same way she’s been saying it since he started this, the same way she says it every night. 

“I don’t need help, Dolores. I appreciate your concern, but I am fine,” Five grumbles back, not bothering to turn towards her, or finishing by lying to her again, telling her that it’s just a diversion, and it’s nothing more. 

Normally, when he comes home, Five would feel something when he sees the long-time love of his life. He still does, but the more he watches this girl, the less he’s been able to pretend with Dolores like he always has. It disturbs him but he can’t stop.

‘You aren’t eating enough, and you didn’t sleep again last night. I am so worried about you. I love you,’ she adds with that sound of unsuppressed fear in her voice that’s been getting worse and worse when Five comes in late, zombie-like after being gone at work all day and then wakes up acting almost exactly the same way.

Though it hurts him to do it, Five ignores her, pretending he didn't hear. Brushing the curtains aside even more, he lets himself become fully engrossed in the life across the alley.

Not long after being left by his family, Five had gone to Dolores, finding her standing tall on her pedestal in the used clothing store. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t take her then, that didn’t happen till later. He tried so hard to be normal and he knew that having her with him wouldn’t help in that endeavor.

After months of hardly hanging on, sleeping at Viktor’s some nights, on the streets others, then finally scratching enough pennies to get by, Five finally got his own place. Here in this hell hole, Five found that his new chance at living a real life was not at all what he’d thought it would be.

This time the idea of retirement and hitting the road to find his next big ball of twine left Five unbearably uneasy. He couldn’t let himself give into the childlike notions he had before.

Five had nothing. He couldn’t retire. Even if Klaus had wanted to drag him along to find their birth parents or something else pointless again, Five wouldn’t have let himself be tricked into it this time.

Last time that happened, he’d had this strange glimmer of hope light up his heart. He hadn’t felt that in so long. It was like getting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it was viciously stripped from him again by impending death taking everything and sucking it into the mother fucker of black holes. 

Five was left in the dark again.

Now Five found himself feeling as alone in a world filled with people as he did in a world alone. He couldn’t figure out how to fit into society and that humiliating failure had him withdrawing inside himself even more. 

He tried to hold on to his usual anger, pretending it wasn’t his fault but even that failed him because he knew on every level that it was his fault. 

The isolation finally became too much for him, he snuck into the back room of that department store where Dolores lived. Not till the shop closed did he come out of hiding and steal her out of there, long legs and all.

She’s been with him again ever since, providing the love and comfort she always has. Only until one night, when Five saw the girl next door, Dolores had been enough to keep him satisfied and not feeling so alone. Since discovering this girl, a dangerous and obsessive pattern has developed. 

Every night when Five comes home, well after dinnertime, he leaves the light off so he can go to the table and watch the female occupant of the next building. She rarely shuts her blinds, and when she does, it’s not all the way. She may think nobody lives across from her because Five is gone all day and at night, even when he’s there, it looks like he’s not.

She may not care if someone is watching her, and that idea alone helps Five justify what he’s doing. That flawed perception of things is also making it easier for other thoughts to invade his already very fractured mind.

It started innocently enough. Curiosity mostly. She was pretty. Five told himself that it was normal to be drawn to beautiful things. She held odd hours, but she was almost always home for a few hours before bed when Five had nothing and no one else other than Dolores. To him, it felt like it was on purpose.

She’d either be home already or he’d get to watch her come in from one job, change for another, eat, shower, and go again. She’d water her flowers that hung in a box outside her window and then Five would get to be even closer to her. She’d even leave her windows open most nights, and Five would do the same, furthering the connection he feels is growing stronger with her.

Five believes that he knows this girl on an intimate level. He knows her name and where she works, and many other things about her.

This relationship is becoming real to him; as real as it is with Dolores.

Stepping out of what Five has determined is her bathroom, the girl bends down to pick up the towel that just slipped off her head. In doing so, Five gets a much better few of her ass that’s only covered by her very small underwear. If she’d just turn around, he’d see her breasts. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, “please turn around, for me.” 

She doesn’t, but Five’s right hand moves between his legs anyway. It always goes something like this. It starts as simple, silent watching, then as he justifies his actions with things that are entirely imagined, Five’s already defunct rationale dissolves completely. 

Five rubs his palm over the tip of his partial erection as it sits in a raised silhouette covered by the thin wool material covering his lap. Reacting to the pleasure of his own hand, Five spreads his legs wider, his fingers better working the hardening length as his lips slowly part to better accommodate his heavier breathing.

Five knows he could simply watch porn to take care of this perplexing and intensifying desire to be with someone real. It’s not like he’s opposed to it, it's just that this private show is for him and only him. This is special.

In his mind, the more he watches, the more he feels like this girl is part of his life, and that is the thing that he needs the most even though he can’t see the truth of it anymore. Intense denial and the refusal to see that he needs help, all comes from years of using this pattern to survive. It was even this way when Five was a child. Now it’s much worse and it’s fueling this fantasy, making him blind to the reality of what he is doing.

Five spends most of his days in a blur without sensation, existing but not living. But, deep down in a place he can’t open again, Five longs for something that he's only ever allowed himself to dream of.

Now, after everything that’s happened to him, Five is so broken he doesn’t know how to be with someone real which is making that dream feel impossible. He tells himself that it never really was possible; he's always been broken. This is all there ever will be. Just the idea of trying to open himself means letting someone inside and risking them seeing what he really is, and he can’t let that happen.

Five believes that he is nothing more now than a cold-blooded psychotic killer, living a meaningless life.

He can’t escape what he is, and he can’t go back to change it.

There is no one that can help him, and no one that would want to help him if they knew the truth about him.

This, what he is doing with this girl, is easier. It’s his only option. Five thinks he’s in control of it, just like with Dolores. Watching and touching himself like this, it’s enough. He won’t do more.

Five craves control and with this, he has it.

Now that he has her, Five is not alone. She is real, living and breathing. Five can even imagine the soft feel of her skin as he runs his hands up and down her smooth looking legs. He can feel her warmth on him, rubbing against his cock as he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a dominant yet affectionate embrace.

Wanting to tease her, Five smiles a little and says, “I bet you just couldn’t wait for me to get home. You love me, and you love it when I do this to you, don’t you…”

In Five’s head, she giggles a yes.

The girl flips her head down, blow-drying her locks. Again, the view isn’t bad. She dropped the towel around her and put her bra on while inside the bathroom where Five couldn’t see it. He didn’t get the full show he’d been hoping for, but she’s still a sight in her matching set of very feminine undergarments. Five can feel his hands roaming over her, the delicate filigree stitch of the lace fabric the only thing keeping him from having all of her.

Teeth studding into his lower lip, Five unzips himself, pulling the heat between his legs free so he can grip the girth tight. Heels digging into his linoleum floor, his lips twist with a dark delight as his eyes narrow. 

She is all his.

The girl flips her head back up, straightening herself as she shuts off the hair dryer and starts putting on her makeup. Five imagines himself shoving her up against the small, cluttered counter in front of her.

She drops her head back against him, moaning his name the moment she feels his bare flesh pressing against her in that way that means he's seeking more than just to rub himself on her.

She likes that too, but Five knows that she wants all of him tonight.

Licking his lips, his eyes trained on her body, Five’s voice comes out sweetly menacing. “I am going to fuck to till you scream.”

She arches into him again.

Five’s hand works his cock, spreading his pre-cum under his fingers, but it’s not enough to let his hand slip and slide and he doesn’t care. He likes to jerk himself hard and with no regard for being gentle about it. Pain and pleasure are the only things that make Five feel these days and this will give him both fixes.

Five desperately wants to feel.

“I love your perfect tits,” he grates out through clenched teeth. Then, in his head, he leans over, biting into the soft flesh of her shoulder as he suddenly fucks up into her from behind. He’s railing her hard and fast, and in his mind, she loves it as much as he does.

Or maybe she doesn’t and that’s exciting too even though Five knows that is wrong. It really doesn’t matter, because it’s up to him to decide, just like it always is with Dolores. With his cock in hand as the muscles in his calves flex and burn while his heels squeak across his floor, it’s all up to him and him alone how he finds his pleasure. 

Five is mentally and physically free to be the vile creature he is with no judgment and no fear of rejection. 

A thin sheen of sweat on his brow, Five grunts as he aggressively pumps his cock. His ass cheeks squeeze and contract as his hips jut upwards into his own hand. 

When the sound of the girl’s ringtone plays out, sending an upbeat song blaring, she drops her mascara on the counter and picks it up. Whatever the caller tells her, abruptly causes her to alter her usual nightly routine. Normally she’d be home for another hour getting ready, but instead, she hangs up, comes out in her bedroom area and haphazardly throws on her clothes and rushes out the door, leaving Five literally hanging. 

Hanging on to himself that is, with no more eye candy to get off on. 

The moment she’s gone, the reality of what he’s doing threatens to swallow him whole. Just the idea of having to face it has Five’s hand slowing and his heart clenching in the start of a panic attack.

No, no, no, no…

“I am not-" Five’s words stick as his mouth fills with the thickness of his mortifying disgrace trying to choke him.

His hands both come up, yanking at his tie as if it’s the thing stripping him of his ability to breathe.

Five feels like he is drowning. His once revered mind feels like it's breaking in two as it's being flooded with shame and hate.

He does not want to be this person.

‘Five, it’s okay.’ Dolores calls out to him, trying to help bring him back from the dark surrounding him. ‘I am here. We will figure this out! Please, sweetheart, just come to me. It will be okay. We can make it okay again.’

Dragging himself out of his chair, Five goes to Dolores. Once next to his bed, with blurry eyes looking down at her, he kicks off his pants and underwear, then rolls himself over on his side, burying his face against the cool hard skin at her neck.

“I am so sorry, darling. You are the only one that has ever loved me… I am so sorry I am doing this to you. I hate this,” he cries, the air heaving out of him as he reaches down under the blankets, taking himself in hand again. 

With more wet gasps, his free hand runs soft and tenderly up and down under Dolores’s blouse, trying to show how much he loves her in the way he handles her painted flesh. Five whispers apologies and words of love as he finishes himself, part thrusting and part still using his hand, while moving himself up against her solid and unforgiving leg.

Five may be laying with the mannequin that is the loyal love of his life, pouring his love out to her, but in his mind, images of the girl across the alley play over and over again.

Chapter Two: I feel So Close

Like usual, the next morning, Five finds himself awake way too early. He hardly slept again. It’s hours before his alarm goes off for work. He is bare assed with only his dress shirt on, laying with his face settled on top of the unforgiving shape of Dolores’s hard chest.  

Drowsily stretching his legs under the blankets, he cuddles in tighter, unwilling to open his eyes but also unable to turn his overactive brain off. Then, as sleep further evades him, he begins to remember what happened the night before.

Five’s hand glides up Dolores’s arm, coming up to her face so he can gently run his fingers across her cheek the way she likes.

‘Good morning, Five ,’ she coos back to his tender show of affection.

Peeking at her from under the fringe of his ruffled hair, Five does his best to smile when their eyes meet, but it comes off uncertain because he feels so bad for what he did.

Five never wanted to be a cheater, but Dolores has told him time and time again that she wants him to find someone who can be there for him in ways that she can't, and if he did, it wouldn't be cheating. The problem is this is not what she meant. It’s throwing his dysfunction and failure in her face when all she has done for the last forty-one years is support him. Then, after making her watch another one of his many falls from grace, he’s got the balls to come to her as a whimpering mess, going even more dysfunctional when he sets about selfishly dirtying her thighs and her pretty new skirt with his traitorous seed.

“I am so sorry,” Five quietly breathes, sounding so discouraged. 

Already his free hand is inspecting the damage under the blankets. It's not like he hasn't done these kinds of sexual things with Dolores before, it's just last night was wrong on too many levels. Dolores can do nothing for herself, and his intense shame over the way he used her and his innate need to take care of her has Five quickly untangling himself from her body.

‘It’s okay.’

“It’s not,” he replies on the way to the bathroom to get soapy washcloths.

Once inside, Five accidentally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and just that makes his chest hurt.

“You fucking, pathetic bastard,” he mumbles, cursing himself as he goes about getting the supplies he needs to help bring some dignity back to his helpless partner.

Coming back to bed, he sets his things down on the nightstand and then picks up his own rumpled dress pants off the floor. He zips himself in, trying not to think about when he unzipped last night, but it’s impossible not to. 

Eyes on Dolores, he rolls the comforter back and starts cleaning her. Once he has her legs shiny and cleansed, Five glances across the room to the nearest window. Behind the fluttering curtain, he knows the girl is still laying in her bed. With even more remorse threatening to pull him under, he looks down at Dolores.

“I’ll change you into some fresh clothes, strip the bedding, and then you and I can make breakfast together, and I’ll read to you till I have to go?” Five says it as a question, sounding so hopeful she won’t reject his attempt to try to be the man he used to be for her.

‘That would be perfect, sweetheart. I would love that.’ As soon as her reply processes in his mind, it instantly makes him feel better.

Five makes good on his offer, other than his own shower, he spends the quiet pre-dawn hours at her side. He’s sure to right the rest of the wrongs from the night before by dressing her in the next best thing he has for her, then he remakes their bed with fresh linens and blankets, and carefully tucks Dolores in so she’s comfortable as she waits for his return.

After leaning in and kissing her on her cool rosy cheek, Five leaves for the day, dressed in his usual all black three-piece suit paired with a fitted white dress shirt and black tie.

Feeling a little more like himself and that he can make it through another day, Five’s smile before walking out the door is real and full of so much love. “Thank you for loving me. You are all I need,” he says in his head, doing his best to will it true, but it’s sadly not.

Like so many times he’s lied to himself, Five tries very hard to change this new pattern of giving into his darker urges, but as the week progresses, he can’t help but fall victim again to his inappropriate indulgence. 

The rest of the week, he manages to achieve his nightly end goal of blissful release without falling into another dark hole of mortification like he did after peeping on the girl on Monday night. Five’s success not wallowing in utter misery is not good in that it only further ingrains his deviant behavior and his fantasy that there’s something building between him and the stranger across the alley.

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Friday after work, Five is sitting in his armchair, disdainfully eyeing his brother as he goes about, snooping around his small apartment. Five lets out a sharp sigh, then tipping his head back, he takes a drink of the extremely delicious coffee that Klaus used as an excuse to drop by.

"I know you haven't talked to Diego in a while, but I saw him last week and he told me that he's still been keeping an eye on our dear old alien dad."

Every time Klaus pays him a visit this topic comes up and every time Five refuses to take the bait. "Diego should stop trying to play superhero. He should just let it rest. Dad got what he wanted. He's got the world by the balls and even though we mean nothing to him, he let us live. Story over."

"I don't know, man. Diego said that Lila has been looking into things with him lately and there's something weird going on of there at the Hargreeves International building. Like more than an alien overlord hanging out in his penthouse basking in how small all of us insignificant humans look down here on the ground."

Five couldn't look more like he doesn't give a shit, so Klaus moves on to other things on his agenda. “So, work is good, things are going well then?” Klaus asks, leaning over Five's bed to give a tress hanging from Dolores’s wig a twirl.

Loathing the way Klaus is touching her, Five’s face melts into a purely sinister looking leer, but his brother doesn’t seem to get the hint and keeps on with it, twirling away.

“You could care less about my work or if I enjoy it. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate good coffee, but you don’t need to stop by and check on me. You haven’t felt the need to pay me regular visits up until recently and nobody else in our family of idiot misfit toys gives a damn, so you are welcome to join them in that if you are simply coming by to try and piss me off, which you are.”

Five defiantly cocks his chin the same time one of his shoulders rises in that uncontrollable mad tick of his as he gears up for the rest of his dismissal. 

“In case you forgot, I am a grown man and I have been taking care of myself almost my entire life. I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” he bites out, teeth bared.

Klaus nods, his lips pursing as he thinks for a second. “Yeah, all true. But you are pretty damn young to be living all alone like this.” He smirks. “Well, sort of.”

“I know your miniscule brain can't comprehend this, but I am not a child, and I am not alone!” Five defends much too loudly and quickly, his sneer transforming into a deep frown instead.

After that excessive outburst, both Klaus and Five look at Dolores. Klaus dips closer to her and whispers something. Five can’t help but internally curse himself as he watches his brother openly taunting him. He knows it’s pointless to let Klaus rattle him, but he can’t help it. Everything is setting him off lately. One of the reasons he prefers to be alone is to avoid things like this.

Five’s already very small world is closing in around him more and more each day and the worst part is that he is accepting it.

Shifting in his chair, Five’s clammy hand comes up to his silk tie, fidgeting with it. Just having Klaus in his apartment is making it feel harder for him to breathe and he knows that’s irrational but it’s true all the same.

In Five’s mind, Dolores is looking back at him with her customary expression of agitation that she saves for when he’s doing something she’s not okay with, yet the reality is, her face always remains that of pleasant neutrality.

Lately, Five hasn’t been able to connect to her on the same intimate level he has been for most his life, but his troubled mind hasn’t given up on using Dolores as an outlet to try to get through to him. Though she is not real, Dolores is still where Five keeps what’s left of his heart, and she is his lifeline just like she always has been.

I want him to go, Five tells her in their way that needs no words.

‘You know that your brother was not in the best shape when he first got here. It’s not Klaus’s fault he wasn’t able to be around more. He had things to figure out too. Relax, sweetheart. Just take your deep breaths like we talked about. He’s just trying to be nice,’ she gently offers, trying to calm Five down.

Since Klaus is back to messing with Dolores’s hair, he doesn’t notice the look of fear in Five’s eyes as he stares at her, or that he’s desperately trying to do as she said and take long deep breaths to reign in this feeling of impending doom that’s looming over him.

“It’s not that I don’t believe that you are fine,” Klaus goes on, “it’s just I can’t help but feel like you need to get out, you know… Like join the world of the living a little more now that you can.”

Five’s fingers clench on the arm of his chair but he manages to keep his voice level and his expression blank by the time Klaus looks his way again. “I do get out,” he flatly replies.

Klaus laughs. “I don’t mean going to work or picking up takeout.”

Unable to maintain his façade of cool, nervously bending forward, Five’s free hand grips tightly at his knee. “Look, Klaus, these little interrogation visits of yours are a blast and all but if there is nothing else that you’d like to talk about, then you can kindly see yourself to the door because I have more important things to do.”

“Like what?”

Five doesn’t respond and that’s because he doesn’t have anything to do. Well, not anything that he is going to admit to Klaus anyway. Speaking of which, Five raises his arm, anxiously drawing his cuff up enough to see his watch.

The girl should be home by now.

She is waiting for him. He heard her telling someone on the phone this week that she has this entire weekend off. Five has been looking forward to this rare break in her busy work schedule ever since because now he won’t be alone the next two days.

It takes everything Five has not to get up and go check on her, but he refuses to even look over at his window while Klaus is there.

An ache like need to get his brother out as soon as possible has Five’s jaw tensing as he tries to think of how best to do it. Just thinking about missing his chance to spend time with the girl has Five fighting to keep his knees from bouncing. He's about to come flying up out of his chair and physically throw Klaus out on his ass.

'Just breathe,' Dolores reminds him.

Trying to listen and just relax but with his nerves still getting the best of him, Five looks extremely bothered when he finally comes up with his lame answer, but at least he is not going postal on the one remaining family member that actually remembers he exists.

“I am trying to finish a book due back at the library, and I’d like to do it before bed, so…” he reports with a jittery looking rolling of his hand, implying it's time for Klaus to move on.

To that, Klaus flamboyantly flaps his arms up, beaming ear to ear like he’s got the best idea ever.

“Hey, you can finish your boring book later this weekend. It’s Friday, why don’t you come with me, and we go out for a night on the town! Let your super cool big brother show you a good time, I’ll even pay, and I know all the best places. There’s this one club that has these naughty cage dancers and I know from what Luther told me from our Dallas stint that you like to watch the sexy lad-”

“You are not my big brother!” Five snaps, interrupting him. “I am older than you by nearly thirty years and something tells me that your idea of a good time is not even close to mine, so no thank you. I am fine, so stop acting like I am some kind of freak of the family that you need to check in on every few weeks so you don’t find me hanging from a rope in my closet!”

Instead of getting the picture that he is only making Five feel even more uncomfortable about his disastrous life, Klaus flops down on the bed, making himself more at home.

Wishing he could spatial jump, and even worse still having the instinctual reaction to try to but coming up empty handed, Five grates his teeth in extreme frustration, then abruptly stands up, violently crushing his empty coffee cup before he chucks it over in the kitchen sink.

Klaus can clearly see the very irate, no longer boney thirteen-year-old, ex-teleporting assassin, yet still very much a ball of rage version of Number Five Hargreeves coming for him. Even though he himself can die permanently just like everyone else, he obviously isn’t frightened by his brother because he continues snuggling in and fussing over Dolores, trying to style her glued on hair in a more tousled look.

Standing over him at the side of the bed, Five swats Klaus’s hand off his beloved mannequin’s shoulder.

“Stop touching her!”

Klaus holds his hand as if Five actually hurt him, even doing an overdone pout to add to his show of disappointment. “Five, this is exactly why you need to get out more. Dolores is great and all and I know you love her, but everyone needs someone a little more… Aah-uhm, you know.”

“REAL!”

Five’s voice is too loud, his heart is hammering, and his nerves are shot. He needs Klaus to leave. More and more when his brother stops by, it’s things like this. It feels like everything said is to remind him how fucked-up he is and how his life isn’t even a life.

“Five,” Klaus sighs his name, not at all fazed by him yelling, “ever since we got here, I am scared you’re becoming a very lost soul and that’s getting worse as the days go by. Now that you are free and you don’t have a world to save or an evil taskmaster from The Commission to tell you what to do, you’ve been hiding deeper and deeper inside yourself. I know this kind of thing, man. I have seen it and I’ve lived through some pretty fucked up episodes of depression. I can help you, and as a spiritual leader, you should know that I helped a lot of lost people find inner peace. The way we grew up, and then being a hitman and living a lifetime alone the way you did, it would mess anyone up. I just want to help is all.”

“Do you want me to feel worse about this? Is that what this is!” Five throws a shaking hand back over his dark hair, yanking it out of his eyes. With his hand landing on the back of his neck, nails digging in, he begins to pace.

Klaus sits up, his smile gone the moment he realizes that his brother is actually getting really upset compared to his normal kind of upset.

“Five, that is not at all what I am trying to do. I just want you to be happy. You are so alone, man. It can't be good.”

Five stops, spinning on his heel as he shoots death daggers back at Klaus. “I may be a freak as far as the world’s concerned, but the world can fuck off. Just stay out of it. I am not alone, and I AM FINE!”

Raising his hands in a placating gesture, Klaus tries to lighten the mood again. “I am so happy you are good and all that.”

Klaus gently shrugs, biting his lip, giving away that he is aware what he’s going to say next probably isn’t going to get the reaction he’s hoping for, but he says it anyway.

“Maybe you need just a little something else to add to all your good, is all I am saying. It doesn’t have to be going out and trying to make friends or getting thick into the enigmatic world of dating. I get that one is a complicated cookie being you are twenty-ish going on sixty or whatever, but what the chicks or guys don’t know about you won’t hurt them. Just don’t talk about all that.” Klaus grins and winks. “Unless you do go for the hurting thing, you dirty old bastard. There are clubs we can go to for that too.” Looking at Dolores he adds, “I bet Fivey loves to spank that sweet ass now that you’ve got one.”

“Fuck you,” Five growls.

Klaus keeps smiling at Dolores. “I guess that means no cute Fivey daddy kink for you, gorgeous. Too bad.”

“Stop talking to her!”

Klaus looks totally thrown. “Why, you talk to her?”

“Because she’s mine, you shithead!” Five barks back, not sure what else to say about his extreme distress over this simple visit and he’s already regretting saying that because it only makes him sound even more nuts.

“Come on Five… Just chill out. I am just joking around. You need more of that. I also think you could use a little spice in your love life, even if that means just right here at home in your own little safe world of just you, your hand and this lovely lady and any other lady or guys that you’re secretly pining over in that genius but gloriously debauched mind of yours.”

Stunned at his brother’s latest comment that is hitting too close to home, Five can’t help turning his body just enough so he can look over at the girl’s apartment.

“Not out in the scary world of real people, I mean,” Klaus tries to correct, not realizing that Five is misconstruing what he just said, thinking he was talking about the girl next door and what he’s already doing with her.

Biting back another curse, Five narrows his eyes at Klaus, part in fury and part in embarrassed confusion because the girl’s lights are on, meaning she is home, and he feels like his brother is seeing right through him.

“How about instead of spending all your money on all these sexy suits that you have more than enough of already, you spend some money on a really nice blow-up doll. Or even just something that vibrates or something else exciting that has a little more give and play to it.”

As Klaus spits out his brilliant idea, his smile expands, and it matches Five’s wide eyes.

“Get a flesh-light,” he cheerfully suggests, “or you can adjust things with your new and improved big boobs love hole inflatable and add some Velcro to her hands or something else creative so she can give you a little affection back in the way of loving plastic arms wrapped around you while you hump the fuck out of her. We all need a hug, buddy.”

With that, Klaus stands and puts his hands out acting like he’s going to hug Five, but just as fast, Five steps back out of his reach, looking utterly appalled.

Again, not getting it, his brother offers a silly smile as he shakes a finger at him. “Settle down over there, old-man kiddo. You know what I mean… I am just talking about something a little more stimulating. You must be so horny and bored in here that you are going insane.” Klaus’s smile falters as he takes in Five’s tiny home and lack of anything in it in the way of character or signs of life. “You deserve more, buddy,” he finishes, the sadness he feels for Five seeping into his tone even though he’s trying to smile still.

“The last thing I want, or need, is for you or anyone to feel sorry for me,” Five seethes while jamming his hands in his pockets. His eyes move to the floor as he battles within himself to control the surge of desire to lash out both verbally and physically. Keeping his brother safe from either of those things, Five swiftly motions for Klaus to go. “Just go,” he nearly whispers because he's trying so hard to hide the quiver in his voice.

“Five?” Klaus tries.

“NO! I am done! I have done enough for you and everyone. Just leave me alone!”

Five yells it so loud, Klaus flinches. “I am sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you. I am sorry about everything. I am just worried.”

“Don’t be. I am happy,” Five lies. He looks up a few seconds after saying that, his face again the usual mask of indifference, but Klaus can see right through it and wishes so badly he had seen it sooner.

Not knowing what else to do that won’t anger Five more, Klaus moves to the door. “Fine… I get it. I am a dumbass, and you don’t need anyone, but I am here for you, man. I am sorry I haven’t always been there to listen, but I am now.”

“Sure,” Five says, before shutting the door on Klaus.

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Five slaps down the deadbolt, then flips the lights off.

“That fucking, fucker !” he mumbles as he swiftly moves across the small space to the kitchen window.

With a huge sigh of relief, he sees the girl must have just got out of the shower. He didn’t miss it. The anticipation of that addictive rapture she provides is already settling Five down and also revving him up as he lowers his body into his favorite viewing chair.

Just as Five is thinking that he can escape into his perfect place, with her towel wrapped around her and wet hair dangling down her back, he watches as she suddenly spins around from her bathroom sink and then rushes out into her bedroom area. It appears that she is frantically looking for something. Her head pops up several times looking towards her front door, then as if giving up, she slowly walks over to it.

When she opens it, Five is greeted with an unwelcome sight.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Not able to understand at first, and obviously not getting an answer to his question, Five leans over his table for a better look. His girl just let some guy in her apartment. And she did it while in nothing more than her bath towel!

“No,” Five whimpers when he sees her smile at this asshole in the beaming way that he believes is something she only deploys for their interactions. She smiles like that when she’s laughing about something or dancing around her apartment loudly singing while she cleans, and none of these things have anything to do with him, but Five is too gone to see that.

Watching her sauntering off to her bathroom as the other guy is also hungrily watching it, has Five gritting his teeth. His fingernails dig into the palms of his hands. Though he doesn’t want to believe it, now that this other guy is there, Five is piecing together that she is not prancing like that for him. 

"It never was for you," a seductively cruel version of her voice tickles through his mind.

"Yes it was!" he growls back, unwilling to give up on his dream.

There’s even more burning pain as his neatly clipped nails carve half-moons into his flesh. His hands start to violently shake at his sides.

The girl says something to the guy then she shuts the bathroom door, blocking both Five and this new guy out.

As soon as she’s gone, her visitor starts meandering around her tiny place like he owns it, but Five is certain that he’s never been there before. He’s going about it not at all unlike what Klaus just did to Five, only the girl is entirely unaware of it.

The creep digs through her things, including her underwear drawer, taking a pair, and hiding them in his inner jacket pocket. Then he opens another drawer, pulling out a small jar that Five has seen handled by the girl many times. He greedily digs in, helping himself to the girl’s hard earned tip money that she saves all week to pay for her groceries.

Five’s entire body is vibrating he is so mad.

“I am going to fucking kill you, you piece of shit!” he hisses, eyes locked on the guy as he carefully studies his every move, learning any of his potential weaknesses.

Five easily determines this guy is an easy hit, no weapon other than his hands will be needed to end him. Five can already feel himself snapping this guy’s fat neck. There is no way he is going to let him get away with stealing from his girl. Coming over to take her out is one thing, and that’s bad enough, but taking her underwear without her permission! That means death and Five is going to happily deliver it.

During Five’s near manic episode of having mental and verbal conversations with himself, and also justifying reasons for killing this guy, he is conveniently forgetting the fact that he’s been watching her without permission and taking sexual liberties for himself from her body without her knowledge. With the way his mind has been working lately, it’s not at all the same thing. This guy has her trust and he’s in her home. Five would never violate her like the way this guy just did. He’d never even touch her let alone her things.

Focusing on the kill, a rush of adrenaline-fueled hatred brings that calm before the storm feeling that settles like an old familiar friend into Five’s mind and limps. His trembling fingers steady.

When his girl comes out of the bathroom she’s dressed in a flowy little skirt and a tight fit top with a unbuttoned cropped sweater over it. She goes straight to the guy with that adorably beautiful and innocent look on her face, and that manages to crack Five’s newly composed homicidal state of poise. He’s never seen her in anything that nice. Why doesn't she wear that stuff for him?

She lets the guy take her hand, leading the way as they disappear out the door.

It takes everything Five has not to spring into action and race out the door to follow them. He knows that doing that will only result in one thing, and that one thing is going to be bloody and brutal, but it would feel so good to see her date bleed.

To do that, Five would have to trail them, waiting for just the right moment. The idea of doing that brings back so many memories of his time with The Commission. It’s both sickening and sweet. He knows he could do it without anyone seeing. The girl wouldn’t even have to know. It would be perfect. But…

Fuck.

Even though this is what he was made to do, something feels wrong.

He’s never gone so far as to take this obsession with the girl outside of his apartment and hers. This is their special place, their own private world. But out there…

“It’s not real! She’s not yours!” his mind screams at him.

Five is all at once beside himself with how to process this unwanted mental intrusion.

That’s not true. She is real. What they have is real, his mind corrects. Him being a coldhearted killer is sadly real, but he hasn’t hurt anyone since he’s been in this timeline. He promised himself that he wouldn’t. He doesn’t need to anymore.

Five wants it to be real with this girl so badly and he wants to kill this guy just as much.

But none of it is real.

Deep down, Five knows that he has no right to feel this way.

“FUCK!” he screams in pure anguish, his hands coming up to his face, fingers digging in as his eyes slam shut. “Why are you doing this!”

The question comes out of his mouth, but it’s just as much for him as it is for her. Five can’t reason what’s happening to him or why she’d be with a guy like that over staying here with him. He’s not a good person, but he’d never…

Five’s voice comes out broken and quiet. “God, damn it.”

Yes, Five is a highly skilled executioner and absolutely thrumming with excitement over the idea of murdering this guy, but then the reality of what he himself has done to this girl is being thrown up in his face. Five’s insides are revolting against him and that’s because he has abused the girl too. He didn’t steal from her, but yet, he did.

Five may be experiencing an extremely dangerous dissociation from reality and doing so more and more as the days go by, but what happened with Klaus earlier and this mental battle with himself now proves that he’s still aware on some level of what he’s doing.

He knows it’s wrong.

He is wrong.

Again, that overwhelming hatred threatens to take his breath away. Five’s vision starts to flood with murky blackness coming at him from all sides. It’s hitting him hard and fast this time. He blindly reaches for the chair in front of him just in time to prevent himself from tumbling all the way down to the floor.

In a heap, eyes misting from terrified tears, Five folds in on himself, wrapping his arms around his legs. His heart feels like it could burst right out of his chest.

“No, no, no,” he whispers in his downward spiraling mantra as he rocks back and forth. This time as Five slips away inside his own personal hell, not even Dolores is able to pull him back.

He can no longer hear her. It’s nothing but ash, blood, and regret.

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Hours later, sitting at his table in the dark, Five brings his glass to his lips. The caramel-colored liquid isn't even giving him that delightful burn anymore as it glides down his throat. As if in slow motion, his blurred eyes drop to his hands.

They don’t feel like they are his.

They are, but they aren’t.

No matter how long he is in this new, younger version of himself, Five’s mind can’t weave together the new face in the mirror with the person he sees in his mind. When he was this age, he was not in good shape, but he was not this demon going around masquerading as a human. 

Seeing that his glass is empty again, Five reaches for his bottle of cheap whiskey with the intention of pouring himself more, but he’s denied for a second time tonight in his only remaining vice and that’s because there isn’t any left. It doesn’t really matter because Five already feels completely dead inside and it’s not the bad liquor making him numb.

When the girl and guy come bursting into her apartment not long later, Five is still sitting there in the dark extremely inebriated.

It appears from Five’s point of view that the creep’s mouth and hands are all over her in a very heated embrace. Five sits silent and still, watching as the girl stumbles backwards, her hand flailing out as if she’s surprised by her date's display of reckless desire for her. Then the guy forcefully kicks her door closed behind them, he swiftly scoops her up and he throws her down on the couch.

Five can’t even feel the rage, or the hate, or even the shame that he had before. He wishes so badly that he could, but it’s gone like the rest of him.

It appears to Five that the girl’s shithead boyfriend just manhandled her, but as far as he can tell, it looks like she’s totally into it.

The guy is on top of her in a flash, blocking Five from seeing her face as he pins her legs under his and he shoves her shirt up. 

Five’s eyes fall on her beautiful bare skin, mesmerized with the quick rise and fall of her chest. 

Her lover has one hand at her throat and the other around her wrists as he appears to smother her breasts in passionate kisses. 

The windows haven't been open tonight but in his head Five can hear her cries of pleasure as her date forcefully shoves her knees apart with one of his own, then grinds down on her. 

Five knows enough to know that doing that to her would feel so fucking good. Holding her under him... Directing everything...

It's too much for him to handle.

"Fu-uuck," he slowly breathes.

Being in control of everything is all Five knows when it comes to these things, so he easily lets the image before him become him. He is this guy. The only thing he would do differently is let his girl’s hands go free. He wants to let her feverously scratch and dig at his back as he presses his length between her legs. Five is so into this that in his mind, he can feel the pain of it.

He clings to that sensation, wanting to feel something. Seeing her body being treated in this way helps to pull Five back from the darkness in his mind, but it’s not the same as all the other times that he has been with her alone in their own unique way. This time she is a participant in the sexual act being played out before his eyes and Five isn’t sure if that’s why it feels different or not. 

Five realized the moment she walked out the door that this is not for him and everything about that feels horrible. Yet still he is still getting sexual stimulated by this, which is all the more fucked up and he knows it.

As silly as it is, the thought that she is doing this to hurt him seems all too real. Of course, she’d want to do that. Nobody can ever really love him.

Five lets out an absolutely maniacal laugh that fills his small apartment in the most horrifyingly unhappy way before he slurs, “Well played, honey. I deserve this and then some, but nobody is as good at hurting me as I am. It absolutely destroys me that you chose this loser, but I am not looking away. I know how to take a punishment; I have been doing it my whole life.”  

His hand slides down to his lap, the heavy feel of pleasure hitting him the moment the heat of his dick rubs against his equally hot palm. The full filling in his gut and the growing weight against his leg are all his usual physical reactions to seeing her in private like this, but this, her half naked under this other man as he aggressively dominates her, it’s bringing all sorts of disordered and confusing thoughts into Five’s mind. Something feels wrong, but he assumes it's him, so he begins to stroke himself anyway. 

“Fuck me over as you fuck him. I don’t care anymore, I can take it, baby,” Five grates out, his words running together as his hips begin moving up into his hand in their very practiced way.

Taking it further even than the couple across the alleyway have, Five hastily unfastens his suit pants and takes the end of his dick in hand, impatiently working it faster even though he’s not fully erect yet. In his semi-flaccid state, he tries to focus his efforts on the most sensitive area that's just under the tip, but his fingers won't cooperate because he is too shitfaced.

Unbeknownst to him, there is a disconnect happening between the alcohol and his hate for himself, his hate for this guy, and his new anger at the girl that he had tricked himself into believing loved him. 

To his dismay, it’s all manifesting in his inability to get rock hard like he’d normally be at this point. It’s just another thing he’s being denied, and Five is determined not to let go of one of the last things that makes him feel anything.

"Come on," Five urges both himself and them, his eyes trained on the other man who is also clearly fumbling as he tries to get his dick out of his jeans. 

If she wants to punish him, so be it. But he’s going to be the one to do the beating. Just like their relationship, it’s always been one sided, he only fooled himself that it wasn’t. 

He knows that he’ll hate himself even more for this, but in his screwed-up head, that’s exactly what he deserves. He wants to give in and just be nothing but the monster because it would be easier in so many ways.

After a minute or so of relentlessly jerking himself and finally getting hard enough that the head of is cock is pleasantly swollen and he's reaching close to his usual boner potential, the girl starts kicking her legs free. Five doesn’t grasp what’s happening, and that’s because he’s more focused on himself at the moment, rubbing the pearl of cum that's leaking out of him around and around as he pushes his thighs to lift and lower to the motion of how he envisions he's fucking her.

It feels so good, Five's eyes are hardly able to stay open as his head drops back and his mouth gapes and then closes and gapes again. He is making throaty grunting noises to the rhythm of his hand tightly jerking the base of his cock and the old chair he is on is creaking right along to his shameless song.

"Oh Fuck. That's it, suck it you dirty little slut," he groans.

In his mind, he just decided to pull out of her and then push himself straight in her mouth instead. The corners of his mouth pull back as a smile lights up his flushed face and that's because he just pretended to see that naughty twinkle in her eye that he can't get enough of. At this point Five has made up the idea that his girl is loving this and it's all a part of one of their normal little games which has him feeling much better about things. To Five, they just made up and it's going to be okay again.

"You are so perfect. Take me as deep as you can, baby," Five encourages her, his own hands working to give him that feeling of love that he so desperately craves.

When all at once, across the alley, his girl's actual man topples off her, falling onto the floor, Five can actually see the face he's been envisioning, and it doesn’t look happy at all and he doesn’t understand why. 

It looks like she is yelling as she pushes the guy off of her a second time. Her face contorts even more in the unmistakable look of pure rage. Even seeing this, Five still frantically searches for his release. All he needs is just a little more and he’ll be there in that addictive place where he can forget everything for just a few glorious seconds.

But then to his shock, the girl chucks the glass vase from her end table, missing her date by only a few inches. It smashes against the wall by the door and using the guy’s small moment of pause over that, the much smaller girl goes for another heavy glass object sitting among her other pretty things. This time she hits him with it in the crotch, and taking the hint, he bolts for her door. She’s right behind him, closing the door before flinging a chain lock across its bracket to keep him out. Even though Five can’t hear it, the visual slamming of her door feels like it sent a shockwave through him. 

He actually startles from it, his fuzzy mind coming back to him a little.

Five’s cramping hand on his shaft breaks its ruthless pace as he watches the girl slump her back against the door, her bottom sliding to the floor. She’s wiping her eyes.

Only now does Five know what he was missing in all this.

Watching her clean her own tears from her cheeks has Five suddenly realizing that she did not want what had just happened to her from the start, and that alarming fact hits Five like a ton of bricks. Following that drunken epiphany, an immediate explosion of hysteria hits him.

At the same time the girl gets up, crossing the room to pick something from beside her bed, Five hastily begins tucking himself back in his pants.

Five can hardly think, but one thing he knows is that this time he is going to kill that fucker.

As he races on unsteady feet for his own door, he looks back and sees the girl is no longer sitting there. He can’t see her anywhere inside her apartment but there’s no time to stand there and wait to see where she went. He assumes she went in her bathroom.

Five rips out of his apartment past the corroded elevator doors. He can hear the thing moving for once but since the lights still don’t work, he has no idea what floor it’s on. Crashing into a wall because he clumsily trips on some trash, Five curses himself for getting so messed-up, then takes off again, running as fast as he can to the stairway.

He bolts down the flights, his feet hardly making contact with more than a few steps on each one. When he hits the cement platform at the bottom and throws open the doors to the parking area behind their buildings, he comes out just in time to see his girl taking a swing at a flashy looking sports car pulling through the lot. 

She manages to clip off one of the side mirrors with her baseball bat and her date must be scared shitless because he doesn’t stop to have another go with her. Instead, he tears out on to the street, engine roaring and tires screeching. 

Hardly believing what he just saw and with his alcohol marinated brain not working even remotely right, Five comes her way.

“Holy shit,” he huffs as he tries to catch his breath.

The girl sees him coming, the look in her eyes so upset.

All Five wants to do is tell her he’s sorry. He wants to beg her forgiveness for being so fucked-up and angry with her that he didn’t see what was happening. He can’t believe that he just sat there, fucking himself while she was being sexually assaulted.

Her eyes grow wide as Five comes right up to her, but other than that, she merely stands there as if in a daze.

When Five makes the terrible mistake of calling her by name and then saying something about that asshole throwing himself on her like that, the girl no longer looks as unworried about the smartly dressed stranger approaching her in what she thought was concern.

“I don’t know you…” she says back, her confusion evident in her face and her tone. “There’s no way you saw…” She pauses but doesn’t take her eyes off the very unstable looking man in front of her. “How do you know that he did that?” she asks, terror washing over her face as she raises her bat.

Her eyes very quickly flit up then back down to the door Five just ran out of. As frustratingly slow as Five’s mind is moving, even he can tell that she is piecing together that he just came out of the adjacent building, and that since he just stupidly admitted to witnessing her date’s repulsive behavior, she knows that he was watching her somehow.

“Wait, I can explain. I care about you. It’s not like that-" He doesn’t know what to say, stumbling over his words horribly. “Please don’t be scared of me,” Five says, trying to correct his first verbal blunder, but it’s too late, and saying that only makes it much, much worse. She’s already backing away from him. He can’t help but panic, and in his current state of mind, he does one further in the wrong when he tries to reach for her. “Plea- OH FUCK!”

She swings at him. Five’s hand comes up stopping the bat just before it slams into the side of his skull.

“No! Just wait! I am sorr-” he tries and fails again to say anything helpful as he spins her around with it, maneuvering her body back up against him so he can detain her arms.

Undeterred by how easily Five turned the tables on her, the girl thrashes, throwing her head back to try and head butt him. He’s much more experienced in hand-to-hand combat than her and taller by just enough that he moves just in time and she misses her mark, her head flinging into his shoulder instead. Ripping the bat out of her hand even as she is stomping at his feet, Five binds one arm around her waist lifting her off the ground as he yanks her backwards with him. 

“Please, stop!” he cries again but she’s not having it. Just as she lets out a scream, Five covers her mouth.

The girl bites Five’s fingers. Filled with violent pain from receiving multiple puncture wounds at once, he drops her back on her feet. Five lets out a ferocious roar as both his arms instinctually come up, squeezing around her throat.

Now that her hands are free, she tries to claw at him but Five lifts a knee into her lower back, pushing in as he buries his face against her shoulder blades so she can’t dig his eyeballs out of their sockets. As the girl’s oxygen supply quickly disappears, Five knows it’s a matter of seconds before she will stop fighting him.

He bares down on her with a chokehold and his skill at taking someone down this way has the girl’s weight falling limply back against his body after less than ten seconds. As her head lolls to the side, he knows that she is completely out, but Five knows it’s not going to be for long unless he tightens his hold and keeps it there. 

If he does that, then it would be over for her.

Five does not want that. He didn’t want to see her hurt or be the one to hurt her. He didn’t want any of this.

He lets up the pressure, making sure she can breathe, but he doesn’t let her go.

Looking around the dimly lit parking lot, all he hears are the echoes of sirens in the distance and the usual humming noise from the traffic on the freeway a few miles away.

To Five’s surprise, it looks like nobody witnessed any of that, not the date who sped off and not this. It’s the middle of the night and there’s nobody around. Even in the window above with lights on still, Five can’t see any signs that someone saw them fighting. This is not the best neighborhood so even if someone did hear a disturbance outside, it would be nothing noteworthy.

But what now?

After what he just accidentally blurted, telling her that he has been essentially going full creep and stalking her, and then what he just did, Five can’t let her go.

If he does, then it would be over for him.

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Thanks for reading if you got here.

(Chapter three coming soon...)

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[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Feel free to ignore this prompt/request if you don’t like it!

How do you think Andorians/Aenar feel about interspecies relationships between humans/vulcans/ect and Andorians/Aenar? Is it culturally taboo for either species, or is it socially accepted? Are there any specific mating/courting rituals that have to be altered for non-Andorian/Aenar partners? Do you think interspecies relationships between Andorians/Aenar and humans are common, or are they virtually non-existent?

Ok!! Yay! Thank you this is lovely!!

Also this is gonna be long 0-0 prepare yourselves haha:

I can't speak on Andorians, (@indignantlemur) maybe can! But I can certainly speak on my headcanons for the Aenar!

-Yeah, not a single shred of this is canon btw save for the pacifism bit :)) Hope you enjoy!!

interspecies relationships are fine, although the Aenar generally are very very wary of other species. They hate violence and see other societies as still figuring themselves out as they haven't managed to move past violence as a solution like the Aenar have. If an Aenar brings home someone who's not an Aenar, it's a process.

Hilariously enough, they hate the Andorians the most. If an Aenar were to bring home a Vulcan or a Human, they'd be met with relative joy and welcome. Andorians...the Aenar don't like them because of a bloody history that goes back ages. If an Aenar were to bring home someone Andorian it'd be a mess. Not horrible enough for outright discrimination, but very passive-aggressive stunts would be pulled by the family. (Hence why the Aenar are isolationists and why Aenar and Andorian cultures are so different. If they liked each other and were constantly getting married then there'd be a lot of cultural shifts!)

Yes. Aenar can create bonds with people (much like Vulcan-bonds) although these bonds can be shared with multiple people, both platonic and romantic. They can be made with non-psychic species, but only with practice, patience, and time (in most circumstances). The rest of the rituals and ceremonies are easy for everyone! There's an Aenar disability that is basically 'psychic deafness' and is comparable to being a blind human. So, of course, Aenar rituals accommodate and fluctuate for everyone, regardless of psychic ability/physical ability or origin. (I can and will go into stupid detail abt this if asked)

Ok ok, it's a personal headcanon that Hemmer had a human wife (I know, I know- it's cheesy) and she's the first person to actually see the Aenar capitol and do the courtship rituals that's not an Aenar. But yes, human relationships with the Aenar 2100s-2250s is basically nada. I feel like there'd be maybe a few after that though? 0--0 my 'specialty ' is the Aenar yrs 0-1025 (Human yrs 1233-2258) soo anything beyond 2258 is kinda out there for me. (again, can and will go into stupid detail abt timelines) Future Aenar relationships post 2258? hmm, idk if they'd be less isolationist or not. Possibly :))

Thanks for the ask!! If you want more in-depth wedding stuff I'd be happy to share :))

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[hotaru-apartments]

Briar

First post on this oc blog is Briar!

Fandom: Mahoyaku/Promise of Wizard

Quick Overview:

Briar is a 2000 year old wizard that lives in the Northern Country. His disposition is a rarity among Northern wizards - welcoming, friendly, easy-going - though his magic is nothing to laugh at. Also known as the Wizard of Animals; his power is enough to bring a dragon to its knees.

Random Facts:

Magic Spell: Camia Acercos

Anagram of the latin words Amica(friend) and Accerso(call); literally "calling a friend" (A/N: take note that I got this by searching up the words; so its probably not accurate)

Briar was loosely based off of Sleeping Beauty; also known as Little Briar Rose, hence his name and motif.

I definitely had fun styling his hair ^^ Logically speaking though, it'd probably take him a while to make his hair perfect in the mornings without magic.

Likes taking in animals and magical creatures. He adores them. and more often than not, they adore him too. Think of an animal or a magical creature - Briar probably tamed them at some point.

If Briar was anything like the Northern wizards - aggressive, hungry for power - he could probably take over the world? Just like Oz. They can summon a dragon with one ring of their bell after all. Imagine a whole army of magical creatures terrorizing the countries. Luckily he's a good guy (good grampa) that just wants to play with his familiars in his cozy home in the North.

Their main familiar is a phoenix named Calcifer. (The phoenix got his name from Howl's Moving Castle's Calcifer.) He's been with Briar ever since he was a baby. Where he came from? Who knows.

Canonically, Briar exists in an AU of Mahoyaku; he alters significant parts of the original timeline (being Snow and White's first adoptive son(?)/student; finding Owen when he was young and raising him; altering a certain event that would have changed things between Snow and White...

And Briar has his own lore and secrets too. It gets pretty complicated tbh. I plan to make a fic out of this AU since I got his entire lore figured out but that's one of the many personal projects in my list.

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[paranatura-verse]

✨ Welcome to the Paranaturaverse! ✨

A universe where folklore, myths, urban legends and everything inbetween is reality. Across two timelines, two planets, multiple dimensions and outside dimensions, many stories from throughout history are ready to be told.

Aliens, both hostile and harmless, make their way to Earth. Humans are genetically altered to grant them unnatural abilities, a gross mimicry of naturally-existing psychics. Fantastical beings and fae lurk in the forests, strange interdimensional beings flicker in and out of reality. A woman makes a choice that will split reality in two, and gods oversee all.

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Notable races

Humans: The most common sapient race on Earth. Two subspecies includes Psi-Humans, humans born with psychic abilities, and Phenomenals, humans whose already irregular genetic makeup has been scientifically enhanced.

Calcaniums: A empirical race of planet-conquering aliens from the Andromeda Galaxy. Originally from their home planet Calcania, their colonisation spreads throughout the galaxy, and they now have their sights set on the Milky Way.

Doggerlandians: Amphibious, finned humanoids who live in the North Sea. Typically asocial and wary of humans, they keep to themselves, although some sightings (and even attacks) have been reported. Often mistaken for mermaids in previous decades, recent theories hypothesise they were once humans that rapidly evolved to adapt in the now-sunken Doggerland.

Faefolk: A term that spans a wide variety of otherworldly creatures, such as elves, baobhan sith, changelings, irissids, and sprites. Although many reside in the human realm rather than Arcadia, they often keep out of sight from people. Some are benevolent, others malevolent.

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Notable locations

Bronze Bay: A seaside town in California, USA, named for the copper deposits that give the beaches a rich, rusty colour. Founded in the 1800s and formerly a mining town for the aforementioned copper, the town records claim giant lizards once roamed the deserts on the town outskirts.

Tag: #bronze bay

Ravenswood: A rural town in Kent, England, famous for the many supernatural rumours surrounding it. Home to an ancient forest that, if entered, you'll never leave quite the same way.

Tag: #ravenswood

Calcania: The home planet of the warmongering Calcanium race, located in the Andromeda Galaxy. The seat of the Almighty Leaders, they oversee their expanding empire, and crush all that stand in their way.

Tags: #calcaniums #calcania

Arcadia: The realm of the faefolk. At least three kingdoms are located in this realm; Rhyneris, the Seelie Court, and Unseelie Court. The prince of the Sun Elves attempts to make peace with the Moon Elves, whilst the two queens of Rhyneris attempt to co-exist with the fragmented aspects of their former god.

Tags: #rhyneris #seelie court #unseelie court

Numen Wight Laboratories: The biggest and most advanced laboratory in America, named after its founder. It has branches covering genetic engineering, robotics and curiously, paranormal studies. Rumours surround the company regarding unethical experimentations, but the current owners and employees deny any such knowledge. And anyone who goes snooping in the greenhouse never comes back out.

Tag: #numen wight labs

#this is a basic lowdown on a few things #more will be covered in-depth in future posts :] #paranaturaverse #original project

[lunasohma]

part iii: French butter cookies

[ a twist of lemon / bakery au tag ]

[ << interlude / chapter list ]

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

Shuuichi takes a chance and is rewarded for his efforts.

Shuuichi can't believe he’s forgotten all about Seiji’s chicken-scratch recipe cards. Granted, it's probably a minor trauma response.

“Will you not?”

The boy perched on the counter swings his legs, a sharp grin in place as he eyes Shuuichi. Nyanko-sensei’s facsimile of Takashi’s likeness.

“You brat, and here I was going to help you out.”

He probably would have some good advice, though Shuuichi doesn't like to admit it. Nyanko-sensei is in the kitchen with Seiji more often than he is not. Here at Le Petit Chaton or even at home.

Shuuichi was surprised, to say the least.

“Sensei’s very clean. Nothing to worry about.” Seiji is forever blinded by his love of cats. And even more surprisingly, Nyanko-sensei doesn't take advantage of the fact. It's always a sight to see the lucky cat hold out his feet for the paw wipes that Seiji’s invested in.

Sensei shakes off the glamour, returning to his four feet.

“Less work for me.” He drags a paw over his ear. Then, with a gleaming relish: “Guess I'll just watch you fail.”

The challenge set forth, Shuuichi rolls up his sleeves.

—

Well, that arrow leads to—

Beat what into the—

And what does that say?

Nyanko-sensei has since fallen asleep on the windowsill under his catnip plant.

For the limited amount of ingredients, Seiji has filled up the recipe card with alterations and variations over the years. Pen, pencil, and ink show a timeline of recipe development for one of Seiji’s favorite cookies.

Seiji knows it all by heart, but that doesn't help Shuuichi right now.

He guiltily pulls out his laptop.

—

“This is absolutely awful!” Nyanko-sensei cackles, kneading at Shuuichi’s shoulder.

Shuuichi has to agree, scrolling away. How much longer can a sob story go on?

There was no ‘jump to recipe’ button.

Aikawa-san may be a sadist, but her recipe must be good, if the ratings are anything to go by.

Shuuichi perseveres.

—

Nyanko-sensei had leapt out the window with a to-go bag of Shuuichi’s efforts. He doesn't want to be around for the fallout.

Seiji looks exhausted but happy. A baking convention will do that and he is usually full of creative, restless energy for days on end afterwards. He sets bags full of samples, tools, and pans down by the door.

“I'm back.”

“Welcome back.”

—

By Shuuichi’s luck, he had left the last resort of the printout out on the counter.

“Aikawa-san, hm?” Seiji casually swipes the pages up, scanning through them as he bites into one of Shuuichi’s cookies. “Let’s see.”

He beckons Shuuichi over, then pulls him in close. His mouth tastes of sugar.

“Too much salt, Shuuichi.”

Shuuichi can take the critique, but still—

“I thought it was pretty sweet.”

Seiji’s eyes dance.

“Care for another taste?”

#i lack all wherewithal to stop #horrible exorcists #bakery au #natori shuuichi #nyanko-sensei #matoba seiji #natsuyuu #natsume yuujinchou #fanfiction #my fic

[annelostshoe]

Altered Timeline au

Beta Julie: Hi nice to meet you, I'm Julie Baker!

current Julie: oh my Baker is actually my middle name but I just go by Julie Joyful but that's beside that point it's nice to meet you too!

Beta Julie:...

Beta!Julie stares into Current!Julie's soul

Current Julie:....

Current Julie: is there something wrong?

Beta Julie: oh no no, you did nothing wrong my dear friend nope not at all. I was just thinking about how we both have Baker in our names That's all.

Current Julie: oh geez I got worried there for a moment, thought I messed up again. Oh anyway I'm happy to be here and can't wait to get to know you!

Beta Julie: Me too, you and the others seem to be pretty interesting! Can't wait to learn more about you all!

@geirusgf

#welcome home altered timeline #welcome home #julie welcome home #julie joyful welcome home #julie joyful #anne's things

[tavyliasin]

Welcome, Raphael Fans ;)

My little ramble may have resonated a bit, so I feel like recklessly re-sharing my Fiend-centric Fic Chapters~ I will likely just update and reblog this as needed. This is taking forever to check over to compile... This should be a relatively comprehensive list and is 99% NSFW so 18+ only. Links currently will take you to the chapters on Tumblr, but my newer side blog @atavsguide will be reposting anything from my ongoing fic work as FULL chapters every day for the next couple of weeks~ That side blog is only being used for full chapter reblogs so those without AO3 have somewhere to read them, and I might make a second one for the other one shots etc~

Chapters from A Tav's Guide

ATG is my ongoing fic centred on f!Tav x Astarion until the act 2 conversation, where they agree that love and lust can be entirely separate, allowing Tav to explore other opportunities for sex with the arrangement that she will write about it in her diary to share later. Rough premise, I know, but it works to allow a fun and smutty story~ Raphael and Haarlep feature a fair few times so far, especially when their appearances were far too fun.

ATG 4 - Dream? Nightmare.

Tav is having trouble sleeping, but eventually manages to drift off. Her dreams, however, are far from restful when a certain devil decides to dance through her sleep. CW and Tags - None, aside from mild powerplay dynamics. ---

ATG 7 - Love? Lust.

Raphael needs to let off some steam, and if there's one thing Haarlep knows it is exactly how to do it. There's no room for any emotional connection beyond pure undiluted physical desire, wants tempted and needs met, and it seems a raised temper can indeed spice things up a little. CW and Tags - Hate sex, Brat Raphael, Dom Haarlep, light BDSM, oral sex, biting, bondage ---

ATG 9 - Mouse? Rat.

Tav breaks in to the House of Hope desperate for help, but all she finds is...Raphael? No, that's not him... Haarlep is bored, but luckily a Little Mouse stumbles in to their room, lost and alone. But are they a Mouse? Or perhaps more of a Rat? Tav discovers the downsides to avarice and hubris, biting off far more than she can chew this time. Part 1 of 2 CW and Tags - BDSM, Aphrodisiacs, Bratty Tav, Dom Haarlep, bondage, whipping, mild blood

ATG 10 - Cat? Claw.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael arrives back in his boudoir to find Haarlep busy with an uninvited guest, one who has taken in far too much aphrodisiac and requires relief from that particular issue. He is loathe to help, but Haarlep has their ways to convince him. CW and Tags - BDSM, bondage, group sex, power play, aftercare, transforming during sex,

ATG 11 Deal? Done.

Part 1 of 2 Haarlep is bored again, and finds a fun little scroll to use with Tav. But it'll take a deal before the plan can work fully... Tav finds herself enticed by an interesting prospect, and decides to put her own spin on the deal before her. CW and Tags - Shape changing, power play, BDSM

ATG 12 - Friday? Freaky.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael comes home to find the "Archduchess" mocking him as usual, despite not asking Haarlep to take that form. Still, he is easily mislead by clever words and an illusion that none of them will soon forget. Tav plays her part well and is rewarded by an intense night of pleasure, and the sight of Raphael on his knees before her is a more than pleasant bonus. CW and Tags - Alter Self, threeway sex, bondage, power play, tails, switching, Dom Tav, sub Tav, Dom Raphael, sub Raphael, Dom Haarlep, body double, aftercare

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Not placed in the main timeline, this is after a point where Halsin and Astarion are firmly in a poly relationship with Tav and both comfortable in sex. Meant to be a Halloween Special short it ran long. Haarlep holds a costume party, where almost everyone is invited. The guests quickly remember their host is an incubus as the events take a turn for the delicious. CW and Tags - Sex toys, group sex, biting, blood, double penetration, BDSM, heavier bondage, brat, brat taming, costumes, orgy

ATG Winter Holiday Special - The Fiend's Feast

Another special so not in the timeline, but after the Halloween special. Haarlep is hosting another party, and even though they knew what to expect this time the guests are still caught by surprise with a few little gifts from the incubus. CW and Tags - group sex, orgy, bondage, power play, biting, blood, control, mild knife play

ATG Side Story - Villain? Saviour.

The last side story so far, Raphael swoops in at the last moment to save Tav from an untimely demise, and finds himself...caring? No, that can't be right...can it? A softer side to Raphael, until he realises the incubus has poisoned the healing potions with their devious plans. CW and Tags - implied aphrodisiac, power play, hurt/comfort, willpower bondage

The Prequel Series - Scent of Cinnamon

With only 2 chapters so far (but more to follow), this is my newest series, a prequel to the games intending to follow from the first meeting of Raphael and Haarlep until the beginning of the game. It may synch to ATG canon, but will otherwise focus far more on the Cambion and the incubus and the relationship they share.

The Cambion, The Gift, and The Contract

The very first meeting, also establishing Haarlep before they became Haarlep and what they looked like. The incubus steps in to the mansion in Avernus to meet their new Master, the one they've been sent to spy on, carrying nothing but the clothes on their back and specific instructions. They don't even have a name any more, trading everything away for the promise of far greater rewards if they succeed. Meanwhile, a young Raphael does not have time or patience to entertain the idea of another attempted distraction, until they both realise there might just be a way that both can get what they want. All it takes is a little contract... CW and Tags - Mostly talking but sets up the premise, slow burn, devilish deals

The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion’s Pride

The talking is over, the deal must now be seen through. Raphael gets a taste of what the incubus can do, while the newly named Haarlep claims ownership of their own Master, ensuring he will remember every inch of their body when they give it up to become his double as they both agreed. This includes Haarlep giving Raphael a taste of both forms they can take, to ensure nothing about them can be forgotten. CW and Tags - Oral sex, mild choking, genderfluid character, changing physical form, power play, BDSM, sub!Raphael, Dom!Haarlep, rough oral sex, mild blood, light choking

One Shots and Shorts

Short Drabbles (Mixed)

These are all mixed chapters, but several feature Raphael and/or Haarlep. Many are only a few paragraphs or a page at most. Tavs are unique to these works and not part of continuity Brat Raphael - Haarlep lacks patience. How To Tease A Devil - f!Tav and Haarlep enjoy playing with a submissive Raphael. Raphael Being Bad At Sex - f!Tav finally gets to sleep with Raphael instead of Haarlep and finds it isn't the same. Self Indulgence With Devils - Raphael and Haarlep tease f!Tav The Devil On Your Shoulder - Second Person, Haarlep helps inspire "you" to write. The Muse's Return - Second Person, "you" have been struggling to write recently, but luckily Haarlep is home to help... Confession: The Devil Gets His Due - inspired by a confession blog, power bottom Dom!Raphael demands m!Tav satisfies him. The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus - Haarlep is surprised by m!OC Shrew as he seeks only warmth and care, not sex. Soft, warm, loving...Haarlep is confused but fine with it. The Morning After The Artist's Dreams - Inspired by a Tumblr artist. An artist wakes up in Haarlep's bed to find the incubus perched on the end suggestively. ---

Gala of the Damned

Raphael needs to attend a ball for the powerful and influential fiends of the Nine Hells, but he needs a date. Haarlep reluctantly takes on their Archduchess form, wearing a corset and overall far too many clothes for their liking. Later, Haarlep makes a corset out of Raphael with cruel metal hooks and ribbon, taking what they feel is owed for the night. CW and Tags - BDSM, power play, bondage, hooks, piercings, pain play

The Mouse Trap

f!Tav goes a little far in pushing Raphael, working to her favour as he shows a far more dominant side. CW and tags - Dom!Raphael, BDSM, Pain Play, blood, brat, impatient sex, power play

The Sleepless Dream

2nd person short fic, where Haarlep is "your" sleep paralysis demon. CW and Tags - Insomnia, Teasing, Power play

----------------------------- ----------------------------- COMPLETE LIST AS OF 4th January 2024 ----------------------------- -----------------------------

For a full list of ALL of my works, including word counts, pairings, and summaries, please check out my Carrd! I keep it up to date with each new link.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #haarlep #bg3 raphael #ao3 fanfic #bg3 tav #ao3fic #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #a tav's guide #Tavylia's Full List of Raphael Works #reading list #bg3 reading list #fic list #fic rec #because I'm recommending my own works #I am my own fan because why not I earned it #total works nearly at 40 though #requests considered #please ask on content or more specific recommendations if you want specific tropes #will be reblogged when I add new works #ok that will do #hi Raphael Fandom I love you darlings every last one of you

[creppersfunpalooza]

hi can u tell me more about Koi and ur ocs i think they’re really cool !!

yeah absolutely!! now that u have background knowledge i can tell you more about his backstory.

Koi is not a human. he thought he was, as did most people around him. the only people who really knew was his mom (Clarissa Riverson), his dad (Samuel Riverson, he’s dead now but we’ll get into that later), a private medical staff (to be fair they never knew much about it, they just knew he definitely wasn’t normal), and the D.A. later on. also Astir Bettencourt (i’ll talk abt him some other time if someone asks) but that was his own personal conspiracy theory and he told himself that there was no way that was even plausible (it was!)

koi’s actually a dreamwalker (don’t know if i’ll keep the name, but that’s what it’s been for years so), which is basically a shapeshifting being able to see into and alter the dreams and thoughts of others. in the beta version they could also take over someone’s body and possess it (with the drawback being that their natural form would be asleep while doing this), but i don’t know if i’ll keep that. if i do, it’ll only be for much more experienced ones. Dreamwalkers come from the Void and have very specific and strict customs and practices and have a very spiritual culture, considering themselves descended directly from their gods. Among one of these customs is letting their young develop their own forms free from anything else’s influence by keeping them in isolation for a number of years until they’re fully developed. somewhere along the timeline there was a massive doomsday event which lead to a mass extinction or something i don’t know the dreamwalkers have had a ton of rewrites i kind of lost track of what exactly happened. i need to rewrite them again too so a lot of this is bound to change. but yeah, most of them are dead. somehow koi’s bio. parents managed to like toss him out of the dimension or something seriously i don’t know i need to rewrite stuff desperately but i’m doing things in chunks and that’s not what i’m worried abt rn.

so yeah, koi’s form original is basically an amalgamation of random things he saw as a tiny guy, resulting in a primarily humanoid form. this has some interesting results though when you take into account that these were mainly just outside appearances with makeup and such, not to mention the fact that there were no internal organs that made sense with the regular human’s anatomy because, well, he didn’t ever see anything like that.

Along comes Clarissa, a wealthy businesswoman/CEO of a quickly growing tech company. She sees a random kiddo who seems to look less human the more she looks at it? that’s her son now. yeah no questions asked. that’s clarissa for you. she doesn’t question the strange or abnormal and welcomes it with open arms. For his own safety, she raised him as a normal kid and put in an effort to help keep his form consistent enough that it wouldn’t be questioned. before she knew for sure that he was, well, abnormal, he still had normal public healthcare. this turned out to be a terrible idea. fortunately, most people are very susceptible to hush money!

Koi’s dad, Samuel, was a pretty generic guy. i don’t know how else to describe him. Koi didn’t ever know him that well, but he worked with Clarissa under her company. One night during a fundraiser she was hosting, he had to leave early for whatever reason. He didn’t return home. A few days later, his car and body was found in the woods, heavily damaged. Many of the wounds he suffered didn’t quite make sense, but nothing came of it during investigation. After that, Clarissa became much more protective of Koi. She never really had him in the public eye to begin with, but after that, she was even more careful about it. In the following years after her husband’s death, she gave him a lot of attention. Unfortunately, work picked up again and she was forced to focus more on her career than him, pretty much removing her from his life with the exception of a few occasional visits and check ins.

Koi grew up pretty lonely. his personality was considered overwhelming to a lot of people and he had a tendency to ramble about stuff nobody seemed to ever care about. He did, however, manage to make one notable friend. Juniper. Juniper’s mainly rewritten already so most of this is up to date. She also struggled a lot with making friends and had very overbearing parents who barley even let her leave the house other than for school. The two quickly became inseparable and started dating in their freshman year of high school. In their junior year (maybe sophomore, haven’t decided yet), Juniper became friends with a girl named Eshima, who quickly joined their little friend group. Eshima’s got her own silly plot line and had a major crush on Juniper in high school, but that fizzled out over time (mostly!). Koi barely graduated, considering the fact that he struggled to ever pay attention or understand what was being taught and even ditched class pretty often. Juniper on the other hand was kind of known to be a straight A student due to a lot of academic pressure from her parents. She helped him a bit (a lot). Juniper was looking yo go to a college for astrophysics and managed to get a pretty good scholarship, Eshima attended law school because her dad wanted her to (but dropped out after a few years, which stirred up a bit of family drama), and Koi… Well, considering everything, it was obvious he wouldn’t get a scholarship or anything. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even get accepted into a college.

until that letter showed up. it advertised a new experience, one that would be far more interactive and still provide a proper education. it sounded perfect.

you know what happens from there! ish.

anyways here’s some general facts about him!!

- he was 17 when he graduated and just about 18 when he joined the D.A.

- clarissa used to take him literally everywhere with her. like he was not allowed to leave her side.

- he really likes the super sugary smoothies and energy drinks. he just has a major sweet tooth in general

- He was ~22 when he got out of the D.A. and is 23-24 in present time (this may change)

- I don’t know how this works considering species but he may have ADHD and obviously CPTSD

- He’s pansexual

- technically, he doesn’t have a gender assigned from birth. whether that makes him trans or not is up for interpretation imo because dreamwalkers don’t really have genders. bliss just goes by she/her because it works better for communication but she’s agender

- While he’s not polyam himself, he’s alright with open relationships

- He’s a big sci-fi nerd and before the D.A. was absolutely obsessed with Star Wars and Star Trek too. i like to think that he and Juniper would just hang out and watch stuff together. He’d reference it to no end. He also probably collected dvds and such.

- Due to the burn marks on his arms, he always either wears arm warmers, thick bracelets, or long sleeved shirts and hoodies.

- In beta, he had a much more feminine fashion style. i decided it doesn’t fit his character though. i mainly just did it because it was easiest for royale high which is where i used him a lot LOL

- His canonical friends include Kate (somehow. i don’t know how yet. in fact there’s no reason they should be friends.), Ophelia (surprisingly), Eshima (it’s a bit complicated. eshima thinks he just cut them off completely and he’s not ready to tell her what happened yet.), and That One Guy Who I’m Not Sure If I Should Re-name Or Not Because Of Silly Stuff

if u want me to go into depth for any other characters just lmk i love talking about these silly guys

#oc #ocs #crep rambling about their characters again #ask box #ask #tw death #tw parental death

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muse bio; brighella

general information

basic information

name: tianwu aliases: brighella age: a bit over 500. appears as a young adult. gender: trans male pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual (but only has eyes for the tsaritsa) species: human nationality: snezhnayan ethnicity: unknown; from outside the seven nations. (chinese-filipino) family: younger sister (deceased) occupation: fatui harbinger constellation: tbd

appearance

height: 173cm / 5'8" build: skinny, lacking muscle hair: short and fluffy. gray-brown, with lighter streaks. eyes: a gradient from sky blue to magenta, dotted with white spots like stars. deep shadows below them. other: the majority of his body is robotic prosthetics, in a style somewhat reminiscent of khaenri'an technology. few get to see this, however, as he tends to cover it up with his clothing.

background

the cataclysm wrought destruction across all of teyvat, in all manner of ways. in that destruction was a certain survivor; and burned into that survivor's mind was the face of the one he considers his savior: the cryo archon, snezhnaya's tsaritsa. though he survived, tianwu had nothing left. his home was destroyed, his precious sister was dead, and his own body was failing him, thoroughly corrupted with abyssal influence. all he had left to cling to was the image of his savior. so, when he learned that she had formed a group calling themselves the fatui, he signed up without a second thought. unlike many of the harbingers, tianwu did not join at the top ranks. he worked his way up from the bottom, proving both his abilities and his obsessive loyalty to her excellency over the years. in the original, unaltered timeline, he was not an official harbinger, but held a title and position roughly equivalent to them (and may have stepped up to fill either the 6th or 8th seat when they became vacant). in the altered timeline post-inversion of genesis, he's held the 6th seat for some time now.

combat information

elemental affinities

anemo delusion. he doesn't use it much.

weapon affinities

catalyst. by which i mean, he doesn't strictly need a weapon to make use of his abilities. rifle. his preference, as it allows him to stay far away from the action--he considers himself far more of an information specialist than a combatant.

abyssal corruption

this is, essentially, an adaptation of hi3!tianwu's extensive honkai infection and eventual herrscher transformation. much of his body has been replaced with mechanical prosthetics to fend off the worst of it, but its effects on his body appear to still linger in two ways: unnatural longevity. on the surface, this appears similar to the khaenri'ans' curse of immortality. tianwu is not khaenri'an, and this is not that curse, but the exact details of it have yet to be pinpointed. gravitational manipulation abilities. they've grown quite powerful over the years--though, as someone who specializes in information rather than combat, it's not something he tends to make much use of.

ooc information

important note: regarding the tsaritsa

brighella was originally envisioned as an au for hi3's chen tianwu/owl (and is still an expy of him), and as such is specifically designed around the concept of the tsaritsa as an expy of hi3's herrscher of ice, ana schariac, in the same way that, for example, raiden ei is an expy of raiden mei. i may make some concessions for completely original tsaritsas, but i will not write him with tsaritsas based on other hi3 characters. everyone else is, of course, welcome to interact with him regardless! if you write a different kind of tsaritsa, but you still want to interact, consider scaramouche, fatui informant!owl, or any of my 3 fatui ocs instead!

#muse bio

[lady-assnali]

64. “i’m a fucking mess sometimes” for denali/crystal please !!!

It’s been a while since I asked for prompts I’m terribly sorry it took so long. AND I didn’t even get the dialogue right I can’t handle it 😂 So, uh…here it is, with slightly altered dialogue, but I love them. Here’s the Aries Babes <3

The night air is a bit frigid; Denali shoves the sliding door shut behind her, wrapping herself in her cropped puffer jacket with a contented sigh. She’ll take the cold over the heat of far too many bodies shuffling around each other in a crowded apartment, especially when almost all of the people are unfamiliar.

They’re nice, this crowd; they’d welcomed her with open arms and lots of friendly questions, but she’d stuck mostly to Mik’s side for the beginning of the party. He described the event as ‘a celebration just for the hell of it,’ and she’d been begged to come along. The premise of leaving her sad, tiny shoebox of an apartment and seeing other people had made her instantly perk up, giving her something to look forward to the entire week. She’d texted her friends from home for outfit advice, sent one final look to Mik to be sure she would look decent enough to meet his friends (he’d sent back three flames and heart eyes, so she assumed she’d be more than okay). She’d showed up alone with a bag of edibles as a housewarming gift, but when everyone cheered she knew she’d be alright.

            She’d moved to New York on a whim, which had made her feel terribly cliched. Things in Salt Lake City had lost their sparkle; she’d ended each day feeling drained, lost..stuck in a circle of repeating routines that made her personality feel incredibly trapped. The last deciding factor was the ending of a three year relationship. Her girlfriend had gotten a job opportunity in Vegas, and Denali hadn’t wanted to go out west. They hadn’t even fought, just sat down and hashed everything out from top to bottom until realizing that even though they’d been completely right for each other for those three years, their timeline was expiring. They’d both cried, stayed together for a few more days. They’d shared an Uber to the airport. They left on separate flights to opposite sides of the country.

            Which had brought her to New York and her shoebox and a new job with some pretty interesting people. Oh, and a puppy. Because what else could she have done to stave off the effects of the loneliness?

            Denali’s a little high and surrounded by people she doesn’t know when she gets the urge to call her. She knows it’s not a great idea, knows she’s being her own buzzkill, but Mik’s gone off to mingle and the group of girls she’s been talking to has dispersed. Everything feels like a great idea when you’re stuck in a crowd of happy, beautiful strangers.

Which leads her to the balcony; she’s not sure exactly which of her friend’s many side hustles have granted him the opportunity to have such a stunning, decently sized oasis but she’s thankful for it now. Sucking in a breath of fresh air, she takes in the view. It’s not incredibly busy on the street below, the hum of traffic dull and almost comforting. She can still hear the muffled sounds of the partygoers back inside, the gentle thrum of the music and their laughter bouncing off the walls. She laughs to herself thinking about her downstairs neighbors, who have done nothing but harass her about every step she’s taken since she’s moved in. Yeah, she’ll definitely have to figure out how Mik can afford this place

She pulls her phone out with a sigh, her fingers hovering over the open text conversation with her ex. She’d settled in perfectly fine, her new job providing the perfect atmosphere for her to display her talent while still enjoying herself. She’d been jealous of it all, her big open concept apartment and the sunshine and the two girls always squished on either side of her in photos. But she couldn’t have gone. They’d stopped being right for each other. They both deserved a shot at new lives. 

She’s still hovering over the call button when someone clears their throat beside her. She nearly drops her phone in shock. It clicks that this is the girl from inside-she can’t remember who’d brought her along but everyone knows her. She’d come through the door like a damned celebrity but treated everyone like they were the most important person she’d ever seen. Even when they’d met she’d shaken her hand with unshakably friendly eye contact and a gorgeous smile, and Denali would be lying to herself if she hadn’t tried to seek her out throughout the night. 

So they’d talked. And danced. And Denali had thought she’d won her own little game when she was backed up against Crystal, arms around her neck and lips dangerously close to her neck. But before anything could happen she’d disappeared, and the blonde was left to dance to silly, impromptu choreography with Mik and Olivia instead. 

But here she is now, standing right beside her with those same pretty curls and warm eyes. Denali’s ready to melt at the sight of her.

“Don’t do it,” The girl warns, and Denali slides her phone out of sight with a frown. Beside her, Crystal is scrunching up her face, eyes flicking between Denali and where she’d put her phone with a decided curiosity. 

“I wasn’t doing anything.” She retorts, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I’m so sorry, I just-I didn’t want to be rude or anything, but you came out here looking really lost and a little sad and whoever you’re trying to call is probably one of the girls in those pictures and it just doesn’t look good. And maybe I shouldn’t judge but I’ve been there and done that, and calling her definitely won’t help.”

“We ended on good terms.”

“Yeah, so did my relationship. Didn’t make it hurt any less to see her making a new life without me.”

“Alright. Okay. So you’re a psychic, or…”

“Not a psychic, I don’t think. I don’t want to seem like I’m cocky or anything but it’s just a gut feeling.”

“Hmm…definitely not cocky, just nosy.”

Crystal’s hand flies up to her chest in fake offense, mouth open wide in an astonished gasp. It makes Denali giggle, her body filling to the brim with a sense of relief she hadn’t known she’d been craving. 

“Wanna share?” The curly haired girl holds out her hand, wiggling a joint in her pinched fingers. Denali stares for a moment, considering for only a moment before taking the offer.

“It’s a fucking zoo in there.” She admits. She leans herself against the railing of the balcony, puffing out smoke in one smooth, billowing line. 

“Yeah,” Crystal’s word trails away before she can fabricate it into a full sentence. She’s transfixed by the blonde, the way she so coolly holds her hand out in a silent request for another hit. Crystal surrenders to her instantly, watching how the stranger seems to do everything with incredible ease. 

“It’s not usually this crowded. I think the idea tonight was to fit as many people as physically possible.”

“Hey, it got me out of my apartment so I can’t really complain.”

“Do you think you’ll come to another party?”

“I could be persuaded.” Denali smirks, stepping one foot into Crystal’s space. Her big brown eyes roam her body, and the brunette shivers under her stare. She’s almost as warm as she had been inside, and she’s thankful for the joint between her fingers giving her a distraction from the dizzying rush of feelings. 

“I’m pretty fucked up right now.” Crystal admits. Slowly, she’s come nose to nose with the brunette. She can feel the girl’s light, airy giggle on her own lips, a tingle running down her arms and legs in response. 

“So am I, angel. Nothing new here.”

“O-okay. I’ve kind of been trying to flirt with you all night. I uh, I think you’re really pretty.”

“I know,” Denali rubs her fingers along Crystal’s arm and stops to thread her fingers through the curls at the base of her neck. “You’re not exactly the most subtle person I’ve met. It’s cute.”

            “I’m not really looking for anything super serious right now.”

            “You’re in luck,” Denali murmurs against her skin. “I’m not either.” 

            Crystal squeaks as the blonde pushes her back against the balcony railing, her lips making soft, airy trails up and down her neck, stopping only at the base of her ear.

            “I think-I don’t want to assume things, but-I live a few blocks away. It’s really not that far, and you can say no, but,”

            “-You are really bad at this, aren’t you?” Denali smiles against her skin, her laughter tickling her neck as she laces their fingers together. She uses her other hand to pull Crystal’s face closer to hers, kissing her hard before biting gently on her bottom lip. She’s satisfied by the feeling of the brunette turning to jelly in her arms, the way she chases her with a whine when she pulls away.

            “Take me home.” She whispers, ghosting her fingers on Crystal’s hips before pulling the door open again. Denali turns to her with a wink before floating her way through the crowd.

#Denali/Crystal #The Aries babes #Prompt #thanks for making me love them Gi they kind of give me life right now #Also yeah OF COURSE she’s blondenali she’ll always be blondenali to me

[stonebricks-mcytstuff]

Iron Lady AU

*Written in August, before False has even named her empire

Tentative Title: Isekai’d into the wrong kingdom server

False’s 1st Empires episode made the gears in my head turn lmao 

False fell asleep next to King Ren in the kingdom of Hermitcraftia. When she awoke, she was alone, in a world incredibly alien to her where familiar strangers welcome her with open arms. 

The only thing False has are the clothes on her back and one mission: get home. 

On the other end, King Ren wakes up to find his co-ruler missing, the other side of their shared bed gone cold in the middle of the night. The Queen of Hearts, Heads, and Body Parts is missing, and the Red King is not pleased. 

An AU based on the Isekai plot that False Symmetry is going through on Empires SMP. Will obviously be very out of timeline and be very embellished compared to the current info that we have in terms of lore on both servers.

Edit: The Hermits are in Empires. I am in shambles. This AU is now considered a Universe Alteration.

#iron lady au #empires smp au #hermitcraft au #sb's aus #empires smp #hermitcraft #falsesymmetry #rentheking #the red king

[kuwdora]

part 3: do it for the process - a naked vid draft: What (Yennefer of Vengerberg)

Part 1: introduction and verse 1 Part 2: verse 3

Welcome back to the third installment of the naked vid draft for my season 2 Yennefer vid "What."

I've done a little bit of the beginning of the song and then jumped right to the third verse and ending and now it's time to go over the first verse and chorus again to start making it look like the vid I know it's turning out to be.

verse 1 and chorus 1 - back to the start - 0:06 - 0:31

Alright so I'm back at the start - some of this is not new but my biggest happy discovery: At 0:17 - the transition here is between the dead Nilfgaardian bodies - black dots littered on a green field and onto the mural at 0:18. Which are white dots on a black'ish background. This contrast!!!! AaaaahhHh.This is reallllllly hitting home for me. Like I am getting the vidding equivalent of "cat brrpts" when I look at this. I'm still not sure someone can visually parse the Nilfgaard dead right away because of the angle and whatnot but hhmmmm, I really like it. I've also started adding in more about Stregobor fucking with Yen's mind for interrogation purposes and Voleth Meir's power to give Yen dreams. I'm also quite happy with the scene from the Voleth Meir alter with Fringilla and Francesaca and the shot of those skulls above the altar because the lyrics are "ain't a bitch alive" - and honestly those three are playing with some bad bitches playing with some sketchy magic, so I like how that turned out. I'm still not sure about Tissaia's clip here and the Sodden soldier memory, but I still love how it moves with the music so it's staying for now. And the scenes of the dream pregnancy are not quite working for me but for now they're fine. Gonna fix that later. I just needed to get some more down.

Now with verse 1 and chorus 1 better defined, here is what my timeline is looking like. ONLY VERSE 2 AND CHORUS 2 LEFT!! Which was the hardest so leaving it for last was just sensible in my speed-vidding brain right now.

Time to fill in that final blank space on my timeline, aahhhhh. 💪

Part 4: verse 2 and chorus 2

#fanvid #fanvids #the witcher #the witcher neflix #yennefer #naked vid draft #my vids #my witcher vids #the vidding process #work in progress

[luthientinu]

Dancing With Your Ghost- Scarlet Strange-One Shot 13- Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

Written for day 5 of the ScarletStrange shipping week!

Prompt: SCARLETSTRANGE RAIN KISS BUT MAKE IT ANGSTY!

A/N- Inspired by Dancing with you Ghost by Sasha Sloan (Listen on Spotify, Listen on YouTube). Recommend listening to it while reading. I may have altered the timeline to fit the story. Takes place in Earth-838...oh and welcome to my first angst.

Yelling at the sky

Screaming at the world

Baby, why'd you go away?

I'm still your girl

  Wanda spent the first night away from home (no she would not call it home as he had been her home) as a widow in the meadow that was their special spot. A wonderful place, abundant with wild flowers, seemed to be mocking her with its peaceful atmosphere. She had let out a heart wrenching scream, her magic exploding out of her in one massive red surge. She had sat and cried her heart out for hours, the blue cloak wiping her tears and trying to comfort her the best it could.  Now she was feeling numb. She curled into the Cloak of Levitation, in return Levi wrapped around her more snugly in an act of comfort.

  "It hurts Cloakie…"

She was trying to forget the happy memories she associated with this meadow but at this particular moment she was continuously bombarded with them.

  " Marry me?"

  Wanda looked gobsmacked and she gaped at Stephen wondering whether she was dreaming. She pinched herself...she was definitely NOT dreaming. 

  "Wanda? Are you…."

  Before he could finish she launched herself into his arms. They both tumbled into the grass, Wanda was half sobbing and half laughing .

  "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Stephen laughed and kissed her while managing to slip the ring on to her finger. It fit perfectly.

 "I think something happened to my back love." They both chortled.

They married a year later. All they got was another year full of love and happiness until the Mad Titan began his rampage.

Holding on too tight

Head up in the clouds

Heaven only knows

Where you are now

Wanda wished whole heartedly she could have pried a bit more. Of course she trusted Stephen with every fiber of her being but she really could have pried a bit more. 

“Do you trust me darling?” Stephen had asked Wanda one night as he held her in his arms. 

  “With my life.” she had whispered adoringly.

  Stephen gave her a bruising kiss, eyes shining with tears she did not notice.

  She was the first person Stephen had come to after using the Darkhold as they were running out of options to defeat Thanos. He broke down in tears and she held him. Stephen told her of the incursion that he had inadvertently triggered, destroying two universes. Wanda saw the black tinged fingertips. She said nothing and just held him as he had held her countless times. She felt the clock ticking.

“I have to tell them. Billions were killed Wanda.”

  Stephen did inform them after Thanos was defeated using the Book of Vishanti. As expected, they were horrified. 

How do I love

How do I love again?

How do I trust

How do I trust again?

The trial was set and he was found guilty. He was to be executed the day after tomorrow. Reed and Peggy had tried their best to lessen the sentence but the others would not hear of it as Stephen was labelled as one of the most dangerous people in their universe. She tried very hard to stay in control of her magic oh how hard she tried, out of respect for Stephen as he had trained her to be the person she is today.

Stephen was allowed to go back with Wanda, the day before the execution. The weather matched her emotions. Rain poured, thunder boomed and lightning flashed. She stepped out into the rain, not caring the rain was chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her arms around herself and the tears fell. 

  "You shouldn't be out here darling" she heard Stephen’s baritone voice behind him.

She turned to look at him, he looked tired and worn out. The falling rain had soaked him and he didn't seem to care about it. He began approaching his grieving wife. The tears fell harder when she saw him. Letting out a strangled sob she ran straight into his arms.

The kiss was bittersweet and they poured their love into the kiss, tears gushing down their cheeks. They held onto each other tightly unwilling to let go. Tomorrow was looming, the clock was ticking. Stephen pressed his lips on her temple, whispering sweet nothings trying to comfort her. Sobs wracked her body despite his best efforts to try to comfort her.  The rain continued to pour. They shared one more kiss and Stephen lifted her into his arms, never wanting to let her go and they made love for the very last time.

Never got the chance

To say a last goodbye

I gotta move on

But it hurts to try

She was not given the chance to say her last goodbye. Stephen didn’t want her to witness it. She respected his wish but at the same time she was hurt so damn much.

   Stephen had not slept that night. Wanda had been adamant on staying awake but she had drifted off a few hours ago. He spent the night holding her close and  recommitting her to his memory. He was so damn proud of her and felt extremely honoured to call himself her husband but unfortunately fate had different plans. He had placed a spell, making sure she slept through the ordeal. He looked adoringly at the sleeping woman and kissed her for the very last time. He got dressed, placed a letter he had written to her after his verdict was announced on his side of the bed, took one last look at her and opened a portal.

  Stephen looked at Reed, Peggy, who looked incredibly crestfallen. “Look out for her. Please.”

  They both nodded.

  As Stephen disintegrated into nothingness, his only thoughts were of Wanda.

  Wanda woke up far too late. Realisation dawned and she hurriedly got dressed and portalled her way into the headquarters. She was far too late as she spotted the sombre teammates and the Cloak of Levitation hanging limply in Reed’s hands, mourning the loss of his Master.

  “W-W-Where is he?”

  Their silence was too telling. Wanda collapsed then and there in tears, noticing the Cloak of Levitation flying to her and settling on her shoulders and Christine running to her and enveloping her in her arms. Her mentor, her best friend, her confidante and her husband gone just like that.

Wanda felt numb when she found out she was pregnant with twins. Yes, she was nauseated a couple of times during the mornings and felt tired but with Stephen’s death she had dismissed it. Christine had pointed it out. Apprehensively, Wanda let her run some tests. When it all pointed to pregnancy, she cried for a good hour on Christine’s shoulder. Wanda would raise the twins well, making sure that they will never forget their father. She vowed she will make Stephen proud.

I stay up all night

Tell myself I'm alright

Baby, you're just harder to see than most

I put the record on

Wait 'til I hear our song

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

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A/N- Hope this is okay and not all over the place. Would really love to know what you all think. This posted on Ao3 and on Fanfiction.net too.

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #stephen strange #wanda maximoff #doctor strange #scarlet witch #scarletstrange #scarletstrangeweek #scarletstrangeshippingweek #stephen x wanda #wanda x stephen #luthientinuwrites #SO MUCH ANGST