#rushed. not proofread. barely even explains the au. DONT CARE. POST!

[obitv]

villain william revenant au? did i hear anyone ask for a villiam/ashe au? no? well. you're getting it anyway

the first time you meet william wisp, you think there's a dead body on your couch.

a leap in logic for the average person, maybe, but when your dad... does a lot of work you don't want to think about, and then there's a pale, bloody, not moving boy getting blood on your favourite couch, you think you might be allowed make those leaps.

the screaming probably isn't as excusable though. not that you screamed THAT MUCH, ok, but. you did a little. and dropped your bowl of pasta that you ahd been planning to sit on that couch and eat. and that's how, surprise! you found out the corpse was actually a totally normal beat up kid who forgot to blink at you for a solid minute.

in his defence, you were also staring at him. you hadn't even realised mark had come home yet, and bringing random kids back with him was- definitely a new one. you keep getting stuck on the same though -- he's on my couch. your pasta is all over the floor and there's a stranger in your home but the most important part of this to you is that fucking couch and you can't get your mouth working enough to form words.

when you're standing there, eyes locked with this kid and pasta on the floor, that's when your dad finally comes in. obviously you screaming had startled him, because he looks a mix of frantic and pissed off like you've never seen from him. but when he slams the door open and you both snap your heads over to look at him, he just sighs and drags a hand down his face.

"fuck's sake... ashe, go back to your room. now."

it takes a few seconds for what he said to register with you. however, you've only been awake for 15 minutes and all 15 of those were spent trying to stay awake long enough to make the pasta you dropped, so even after the words sink in you're still just opening and closing your mouth without any sound by the time the boy speaks up.

"is this your fucking house?"

mark turns from lightly glaring at you to sending daggers at the boy. "you keep your fuckin' mouth shut, kid. ashe, go, now."

"no, hey! you can't just randonly bring me to some fucking house and not tell me? when you said you 'knew a place' i could stay until mal got back i figured you meant, like, a lair! a wave-cave! not a- are we in the fucking suburbs?"

"no, no, we ain't fuckin' doin' this right now! ashe, go to your room."

you watch this verbal tennis with a growing interest. you really, really want to ask what's going on, but- you haven't seen mark this pissed off in... a long time. and besides, if this kid is telling the truth, your dad offered to let him stay here, so. you'll get your chance to ask questions later.

you still need to go get breakfast, anyway.

-

a few hours later, when you're in the middle of throughly blasting your brain out with every speaker you own, your bedroom door creaks open. now that you're awake, and the blood's been cleaned off his face, you get a much better look at him.

and, because your life is a disaster, you realise that he's kinda cute. still dead-looking, even when hes walking, but there's... an appeal there.

you also think you might be finally losing your mind.

he goes to talk, then winces as he seems to register the music you still have on blast, whoch is when you also register the music and scramble to turn it down. and try not to blush. try really, really hard not to blush.

"hey, uh... hey. sorry for... scaring you earlier. and being in your house... wa- your dad didn't tell me anyone else lived here. or where here is. i- i'm william? william, that's me! you don't have to tell me your name or anything, but i. wanted to apologise. because i'll be staying here for a couple days, until my mentor is back. uh. yeah. sorry. again."

you do not know how you are supposed to respond to this. briefly, you wonder if you've watched any anime with this premise.

"uh. cool." and you give a thumbs up. you sit there, you stare this kid, william, who has probably been yelled at by your dad for the last few hours which you KNOW is terrifying, and, again, is cute, and you give him a thumbs up. and an attempt at a smile that feels a lot more like a grimace because you don't know how to be smooth to save your life. "i'm ashe, by the way. i'm not used to- having people over. or talking in general."

he nods, and smiles at you. just a small quirk of the lips really, but you count it as a win that you haven't immediately scared him off. "yeah. sick. i'll... go. now. nice to meet you, ashe."

it is unreasonably difficult to slow your heartbeat down again after he closes the door. you, ashe winters, are so fucked.