#this is like divine karma coming to bite him in the ass

[wackachewbacca]

Chetney after getting captured in the net:

[kaijurakunsobs]

If requests are open could you do a Heisenberg fic with a teen or young adult reader(no older than 20 please) who stumbles into the village trying to get away from their parents and after they get attacked by Lycans Heisenberg patches them up and takes them in trying to hide them from his sister and mother miranda. Could you please do it with an AFAB reader who doesn’t identify as female? I am currently dealing with borderline verbal abuse from my conservative father who doesnt like that though I am AFAB I don’t identify as female.

first, baby, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I know how bad and mentally taxing that kind of living situation can get, I was in a similar situation and somehow managed to pull through.

you are not alone, you are loved and I hope everything gets better, never forget that it's you who defines yourself, your self worth should NEVER be defined by others

All you can think is...how cold everything is around you, how the freezing air burns your skin and lungs, but, you have endured something worst, physical pain can be healed with time, emotional and psychological pain is what hurts the most, what feels eternal and haunting, it coils around you, it grows and never let's go, like being branded, it leaves marks that never go away.

Running aimlessly through the snow feels like nothing.

What made you get out of the car?

Was it anger?

Desperation?

Does that even matter anymore?

You can't hear their voices anymore, so that's a win.

Farther away you see smoke and fain lights, distant sounds beckoning you closer to that place, and you let yourself smile widely when the silhouette of someone standing so close to you, you could get help, start somewhere new, be happy!

But it's so short-lived, that you question if there's divine retribution, karma, or just the universe laughing in your face.

Your "savior" is covered in blood, a man with a perpetual expression of agony lays in the snow, dead. The monster turns to you and finally the cold freezes you where you stand, it's not alone, and all the other creatures are looking at you, dark soulless eyes fixated on their new prey.

You have felt like that before under his gaze like if you were vermin, it made you furious how you were treated and consider as something lesser than a person. These things look at you the same like you are just a speck of dust in their path, and maybe you are, if the mangled body is any indication that taking a life will be nothing for them.

You see it from the corner of your eye, one of them lunges for you, and then? everything is a blur.

You remember kicking and punching wildly, adrenaline making you forget about the pain of the bites and scratches, there are memories of you running and using something to smash the head of one of the monsters, a rock, perhaps? But in the end, cold, blood loss, and exhaustion are enough to bring you to your knees. One of them grabs a fistful of hair and roars in your face and you know, that, this is it, you fought and did your best, but this is the end of your travesty...so much for your new life of freedom.

"Get the fuck away...I SAID FUCK OFF!" his voice is so loud that it makes you whimper and recoil "LET GO, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? LET GO, DAMN IT!" the smell of blood and a warm liquid hits you hard, but at least you are free, letting your body hit the snow

"What do we have here?...this one is alive, but ya ain't from around here, do you?" he's smoking and something small and silly wants you to tell him that smoking is bad, which makes you smile so softly "...Interesting"

Heisenberg rarely gets intrigued by anything, he hasn't found anything to spark his curiosity in so long, so of course, he had to come and see what was causing such a commotion. What he thought to be a villager, fist fighting the lycans so valiantly, turned out to be a teenager, he saw you from afar,  furiously kicking lycan after lycan, you didn't even notice the growing red spots in your clothes and the black eye, it was survival and feral like behavior. Truly interesting.

Now, what made him pick you up with care? years from today he will say it was just "Scientific interest kiddo! nothing more", but, it's the pain in your face that makes him act so soft, it's not the agony brought by your wounds, this goes deeper, it's different and he knows it very well.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken you to Moreau, but he knows the loud mouth will give you to that bitch Miranda and that will be it for you. Dimitrescu is OUT of the equation, so does Beneviento, hell knows what her psychotic ass would do to you. So he brings you back to his home and takes time to clean your wounds, true, his stitching abilities are amazing...on corpses, and a lack of anesthesia and your occasional movements makes it hard for him to stitch you properly, but by the end of everything, you are bandaged and clean, isn't that the important part?

He’s done his part, the rest is on you. If you had the strength to fight and even kill a lycan, you might live to see another day

How long were you out?

You are warm and so fucking sore, cracking your eyes open is a big task and even harder to sit up in the bed you are laying on. The room is black and smells like tobacco, oil, and something you can’t place but it’s nice.

Barefoot and curious you start to get up, wincing deep and loud when pain floods your body, but you get up non-less, you feel the cold air hit your legs, and immediately pull down the shirt to cover yourself. Then it fully clicks, the jagged memories of what happened slaps you in the face and make you lose your footing, falling back on the bed you pry the shirt off from your body, you see bandages and patches placed on smaller wounds, your head is killing you and your right eye hurts like crazy.

With small breathes you pull the shirt back on and force your body to get up and investigate the room. There are piles of clothes and pieces of paper everywhere, picking one of the pants you sigh, these are yours, but they have been destroyed either by the beasts or by however brought you here. Looking around there’s nothing more, time to go out.

The only door leads you to an open room, the kitchen and living room placed together, in one of the sofas you can see someone laying down, their chest rising and falling softly, their face obscured by an old hat.

You try to be as quiet and sneaky as possible when getting back into the room “Where do you think you are going, kid?” his voice is thick with sleep but the sound is enough to make you yelp, slamming your shoulder against the door frame, the man jumps up and in a couple of strides he’s beside you “Can you more fucking careful? the stitches gonna get open and if you get an infection I ain’t risking my neck to get you meds”

He’s a bit taller than you with squared and wide shoulders, his face is stern and it seems like he’s annoyed about something, is it you? Did you anger him? You try to remember what could you have done to make him so mad but nothing comes to you, is not like you remember much, and what you do, is better to be left forgotten.

Heisenberg has seen many people look at him with fear, reverence even, but he has never been in the receiving end of a look like yours, he has to close his eyes for a second, carefully grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen, almost forcing you to take a seat in on of the wobbly chairs he owns.

“Well now that you are back with us, I can finally cook something to eat. You must be starving! I would too after the way you fought back there” he lets out a howl while he busies himself with pulling ingredients for whatever he’s cooking “I saw ya, you know? That was one hell of a show and I know about putting up good entertainment, you gave those lycans a good beating”

Lycans? So those things have names...uuuh, who would have thought.

"What's your name kid?" you get pulled out of your mind by his voice and the smell of cooking eggs, for a moment you wonder and think, that this is the time to be addressed by YOUR name "...I'm Y/N, sir"

"Cut the sir bullshit, you ain't trying to impress nobody here, you can call me Heisenberg, Karl if you wanna get my attention quickly, got it?"

"Yes...Heisenberg?"

He's rather harsh from what little you have seen of him, but he's careful when serving you breakfast, a steady hand serves you tea and makes quick work of a loaf of bread, whit that you two eat in relative silence, he eats like a wolf and that's enough to make you hide a smile.

"Once you are...better..." he's speaking between bites, eew "I'm taking you to get some new clothes, staying here ain't gonna be free, ok?" with his fork pointing at you he waits and continues without you answering "I'll have to teach you...that's gonna take time..."

"I'm a faster learner!"

Heisenberg laughs at the offended tone in your voice, taking a big gulp from his mug once he stops "I like ya kid, there's a fire in you and I respect that, we gonna get along"

It takes you almost 2 weeks to fully recover and be able to move without crying out in pain. On the day he announces that he must take off your stitches, he's kind when pulling on the thread, talking about how that same day he's taking you to the seamstress cuz he's "done" having you wear his stuff.

The seamstress in the Village seems flabbergasted when "Lord Heisenberg" comes into her house, demanding she makes you good sturdy pants and easy to move in shirts. From that sole visit is enough for people to call you "Heisenberg's assistant" whenever you are sent to the village or just went spotted by anyone. The Duke, the merchant that sometimes you have found yourself talking to, does nothing but fuel the rumor, people already fear Heisenberg on a god day, now they fear you might be spying for him.

You would be lying by saying that, Heisenberg is a normal man, he's flamboyant and loud, filled with pride, and what you can describe as...showmanship, he speaks with passion when explaining to you the ins and outs of the factory. He's always close, never breathing down your neck, just close enough to hear if you need help.

The first time you see him use his gift is the most embarrassing and awkward moment of your life.

You are working on some molds for pieces he needs to make from scratch, he taught you where you should work on that, away from whatever lurks in the lower areas of the factory. You were so engrossed in getting the mold out perfectly, tongue sticking out and heavy gloves helping you to pry open the damn thing open, you don't even jump when a hand lands on your shoulder, but you do when the ghoulish face of a corpse appears beside you.

He's running the second he hears you, a high pitched sound tearing through the noise of the machinery, he sees you bolting it towards him and a Zwei Soldat quickly catching up with you, the drill in its arm too close to your back, the moment you are close enough he pulls you towards and behind him, a metal sheet flying to the thing and beheading it in an instant.

"Kid...Kid, look at me, hey, eyes on me" you are not crying, there's no blood anywhere and nothing seems to be missing, you seem more startled than anything else, but you listen to him, concentrated on him and his voice "Y/N, it's ok kid, I'm here"

Then it happens, you let it slip. "Thanks...thanks dad"

You feel him go tense, the hands-on your shoulders shake for a second and embarrassment comes crashing down on you, you are ready for him to yell or push you away and order you to see if the mold is still useful, but he pulls you close, patting your back like you never said anything.

There are days when you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice growing irritated, and his explosive temper getting worst.

You are curled up in the crawlspace that he turned into your room, listening to him talking with someone, he sounds exasperated and nervous. This time he takes longer to come out from his room, a new cigar in his mouth and hammer over his shoulder, usually, he would tell you that he's leaving for a couple of hours, this time he's just there, tapping his foot and sparing quick glances at you.

"Get your coat, we need to leave"

That's new...he never takes you with him to wherever he goes, but you don't feel like arguing and do as he says, slipping your boots on and grabbing your coat.

Heisenberg is unusually quiet this time, only the snow crunching under your feet make enough sound to fill in the void, he takes you farther from the village and into a rundown church, you can hear new voices and the unforgettable sounds of the lycans snarling.

Inside the candlelight is soft and cast strange shadows of the people already waiting inside. There's a woman in a white dress that probably towers over you, another lady dressed in black and her covered, she sits in a corner with a creepy doll on her lap, and finally, a shy man who battles to cover himself with the torn cloth of his jacket.

"Is this why mother Miranda called us? Did you brought a new toy and never informed her? what a bad dog you are Heisenberg"

"Non of your business, Dimitrescu" Karl does everything to keep you behind him, away from the doll or the twisted man, but especially from the woman, Dimitrescu as he called her.

From where you stood, you could see how beautiful and regal she is, sitting with grace and a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. Noticing you, she moved slightly to get a better look, narrowing her eyes, making you feel small and like food. Before she can't even speak the sound of feathers caught your attention, giving Karl enough time to guide you to one of the pews, making you take a seat beside him.

The four adults greeted the new woman, the infamous mother Miranda, you have heard about her in the village and through small stories shared by the Duke, but mostly, you have heard Heisenberg curse the woman and call her every single name under the sun.

"Usually I wouldn't care for what my children do in their dominions, but, Karl, I must say I'm disappointed in you...to hide this child and avoid telling us?"

"I apologize, Miranda, the right opportunity never came" ooooh he's pissed

"I say you take his toy, Mother Miranda, and if possible, give me that lovely lady to me?" at that your gut twist uncomfortably, it's been some time since you were...addressed like that

"Excuse me?" Heisenberg cocks his head to the side, looking at Dimitrescu over his shades "Are you talking about my SON?"

"YOUR SON?! Don't make laugh, child, I can smell the sweet maiden blood running through her veins, that's a lady not one of your dirty lycans"

"And you are bitch no matter how well you dress!"

"ENOUGH!" Miranda's voice breaks them apart, everyone looking at her "Care to elaborate, Heisenberg?"

Karl takes a second to take a drag from his cigar and blow a cloud of some into the air "I found Y/N here, they fought hard to survive and I took them in, just like Alcina, and her lovely daughters...I decided it was my time to have a child of my own"

"That doesn't change the fact that you brought an outsider and didn't inform mother, and now you are trying to do what exactly? have...them...play house with you?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, that's enough" she's looking at you, mother Miranda in staring, and Heisenberg as a hand on your back, suddenly you are hyper-aware of everything, the sounds and smells, the movements each person in the room does, the way the candles flicker "I allow it, may this never happen again, Heisenberg. Next time there will be consequences"

You feel like passing out after that, the screams of Dimitrescu and the doll get drown by the ringing in your ears, everything keeping you together is Heisenberg's hand on yours cursing up a storm as he pulls you along with him.

The cold air feeling nice against your burning skin.

"Kid? I think you are ready" you are halfway through the trek back to the factory when he speaks again

"Ready for what?"

"To be introduced to the Heisenberg family true work, of course! What kind of father I would be if I don't involve you in our family's business"

You trip with your feet hearing him say that, so...he meant it? what he said in the church...that you are his son?

"Come on Y/N, I won't go easy on you because you are my kid now, quick quick"

Catching up to him is easy and you feel at peace when one of his arms wraps around you, he begins to talk about how many things he's gonna teach you and how exciting is to have a young mind to shape.

For the first time, you are eager to get back home.

[legends-live-in-memories]

Rooftop Rendezvous

watch me ignore my wips challenge!

Timminette Oneshot 1.8K words 

Summary: Red Robin finds the new criminal, Karma, on a roof.

His only response is to make out with her.” contains sexual content

without further ado

She stuck to the shadows, tucked away between two AC units. She made use of her small stature and remained out of sight, hoping her prey would stop by soon. He should any minute now. He was meticulous and methodical such that he became painfully predictable. It led to a fun game of tag though, so she wasn’t complaining too much. Her little tweety bird was so fun to chase.

The sounds of a grappling wire sings through the night’s silence and alerts her to her new rooftop companion. She pushes further back into the shadows, watching the expanses of a black cape flow through the soft wind. Her attention zeroes in on the yellow belts that snugly frame the figure’s chest as he turns to survey the roof. He completely looks past her and faces the skyline again.

“No signs of Karma, but she couldn’t have gotten far.” His voice was sturdy and confident. Assured that he would find her before the night was over. How right he was. “Oracle said she spotted her in the Fashion District. She should still be here.” 

He was about to leave the roof and continue his search. She let him. He wouldn’t get far though. She didn’t want the night to end just yet nor did she want to drag out this little game. Patience wasn’t her best virtue after all. She crouched poised and waited until he leapt off the building heading to the west. Immediately, she sprung from her hidden spot and made a dash across the roof, running in the opposite direction. Loudly. Red Robin’s curse at her sudden appearance was music to her ears. Her delighted cackles rang out into the night as she lunged and landed on the nearest building. She couldn’t hear him behind her, but she knew he wasn’t far behind. He was predictable like that after all. 

She makes it another three blocks before a body is slamming into her. They fall into a roll and she lands above the red vigilante. She’s about to run away to prolong the chase but he has a firm grasp on her forearms and his legs lock into place behind her. Trapping her in the space between his thighs and pressing her weight into him. He reaches behind him and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. She couldn’t resist teasing him; he made it too easy.

“A bit early for kink exploration, wouldn’t you agree, tweety bird?” She peers up at him and flutters her lashes. He ignores her but his pretty pink blush tells her everything she needs to know. He drags them up to stand and pulls her to some overhead pipes belonging to the building’s plumbing system. He links one end of the handcuffs to her wrist and the other to a low hanging pipe. Red Robin tries to back away, about to abandon her but she won’t allow it. She takes her free hand and grabs at one of his belts on his chest. She yanks him until he’s pressed flush against her.

“Don’t ignore me, tweety. That’s rude.” Her tone is light and playful. She smirks at him but he can’t see it behind her mask. Hopefully her intentions are conveyed in her still visible eyes.

“I don’t plan on playing your games, Karma.” He sounds exasperated but his arms haven’t left her hips yet. They wound up there from her earlier aggression and she quite likes the weight of them. They’re steadying and heavy; a daunting pressure. “You’re a criminal and It’s my job to bring you to justice.”

“So what? That means you can’t have a little fun while doing it?” Her knee was slowly edging up the lines along his right leg, her ankle hooking him behind his knee. “Must get boring. The whole performance of being such a dutiful civil servant.”

“We do what we must in the name of the greater good. Something you could try emulating.” He leaned in closer to drive his point but all she did was lean further into the wall and tilt her chin up to look him in the eyes of his mask. His hair curtained his face and darkened his expression. She quite liked the looming appearance of him over her like this.

“Trust me, I know all about acting in the name of the greater good. The good-girl act got tiring after a few years.” She tilted her head further back, stretching out her neck and staring up at the sky. She could still feel his gaze burn into her exposed throat. She adored the attention. It lit a simmering fire under her skin. “Much more rewarding to give into your own self-interests,” she continued. “Something you could try emulating.”

He releases one of his hands to reach up to unclasp her mask, while the other snakes around her waist, eliminating all space between them. His gloved fingers brush against her back, gracing the thin slivers of exposed skin. The texture felt lovely and sparked shivers down her spine. He threw her mask behind him and the clatter of it against the roof went ignored. His hand returned to her chin and gripped her daintily. It was almost sweet. Tender even. Her hand that was still firmly grasping his belt slowly traced up his chest. She pressed firmly at his exposed neck and slid her hand into his hair at his nape, scraping her nails lightly against his scalp and tugged at the strands. His body pushed into her more, wedging his trapped leg further between hers. Someone likes having his hair pulled apparently. Delightful.

His lips parted, caught on an inhale, and he looks like he has something to say. He doesn’t speak though, just hold their position as the seconds ticked by. Her already thin patience was waning and her frustrations shone through.

“What? Waiting on Daddy Bats to give you more orders like a good little soldier?” She made her intentions clear by rolling her hips up into his and pulling more insistently on his hair. He hissed at the stimulation and his hips betrayed his already crumbling facade of professionalism. “Or are you going to finish what you start—”

He cut her off in the best way possible. His lips were forceful and his teeth nipped at her lips but this was exactly what she wanted. His tongue came out to play and she was more than willing to entertain. The kiss was wet and messy and absolutely perfect. The hand around her waist traveled further down her body and grabbed a handful of her ass. He groped further until he reached her thigh and his hand cradling her face reached for the other one. He lifted her so their heads were leveled and her leather clad legs were wrapped snugly around his hips. Her vice-like grip kept him just where she wanted him. The heat that was simmering earlier reached a light broil. She doesn’t remember closing her eyes but she relents her sight to sharpen her other senses. He felt solid and firm against her soft edges. He smelt like fresh aftershave. He tasted divine.

The hand in his hair guided him to her exposed neck. He lavished at the expanses of skin and went to work painting a mural of pink and red bruises. She was particularly tender at one spot, just below her jaw and she hissed at his sharp bites and kittenish licks.

“Just like that. Oh, fuck,” she had no control over what she was saying, her body giving into the ministrations. Her tweety bird hummed in response and it sent a sweet tingle down her body, curling her toes in response. He used his hold on her thighs to pull her hips into his, setting a controlled grind, slow and sensual. She was completely at his mercy. When he grew tired of sucking a dark bruise into her neck he travelled further down to the curves of her bust. She arched into his lips, body asking for more pressure. The hand in his hair tightened and pulled him to pay attention to her other side. That’s how they were, getting acquainted with each other. 

Her free hand left the back of his head and went to join her cuffed one. She slid the pick she kept up her sleeve out and fiddled with the lock, quietly. She paused every now and again to focus on the worship of kisses being left on her chest. He moved back up to her lips, leaving a trail of soft pecks on her overheating skin. She whimpers at the gentleness and he chuckles at her. He’s all too pleased with himself for her liking. She bites at his lip and soothes it with a soft swipe of her tongue. She presses her oversensitive chest into his, keeping his attention just where she wants it. Their hips haven’t stopped and the pleasure is blindingly distracting. He pants and moans into their kiss and she responds in kind. The heat has turned into flames under her skin and she could get addicted to this. She feels strung up like a live wire but it’s not enough. Her partner shares her sentiments, evident by the whispered babbles of ‘more’ and ‘so good’ punctuating the caresses of his kisses.

His hands roam around her body, one going down to her knee, the other up her back and this changes the angle in which they fit together. It’s exactly what was needed to bring that extra edge to their rooftop tryst. The pleasure is blinding and she feels every muscle tense as she’s brought to the long awaited precipice. Her tweety bird is throwing his head back, breaking their kiss, and their rhythm stutters as he convulses against her. His sighs of ecstasy flow into the night air as they come down from their highs together. 

He rests his head on her shoulder, chest heaving and limbs weak. She slowly extracts herself from his hold to stand on unsteady legs. Her breathing evens out and slows to match his own, sharing each other’s oxygen in their own secluded bubble. With both arms free she reaches up to caress the slight stubble on his jaw, committing his structure to memory. The silence is peaceful and she creeps around him to go for her discarded mask. Behind her, Red Robin braces against the wall, staring up at the night sky. He makes no move to accost her so she takes this as her cue to leave.

“We should do this again sometime,” her voice is touched with a hint of exhaustion, raw with emotion. She doesn’t look back at him. “You’re quite something, tweety bird.”

She doesn’t wait for a response but as she leaps across to the next building she hears his following remarks echo into the night.

“Negative, Batman. She got away. Maybe next time.”

Next time indeed, Red Robin.

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Why ? Create ???

“God”   Summing it all up ! 

he Doesn't hate His Divine Plan just hate's you following it AND YET not following it is a dam sin ! 

Some Time's, i wonder if even God is a Athirst !!! aka He doesn't even Believe in him self ! - No Not a Pun ! TOO MANY DAM LAW'S TOO EASY TO FUCK UP !!!! reality is shit !!!

Have you Noticed on just how many god dam thing's are out to kill you !!! HAVE YOU ? 

and have you Looked at how many paranormal thing's will dam you and or fucked you up fast as lightning !!!

Have you see all the Sickness, disease, war, pain, Suffering, Rape, horror ! and utter darkness that is GOD's Creation ! There is a reason i Never Wanted to "be Here" Even if it Was a Fairy Land it Still be Darker Then Hell !!! God aka Ptah's ! Creation, is a Literal Nightmare on Steroid's and THINK OF ALL THE ALIEN'S AND ODD OTHER REALM'S !!! AND HOW THERE IS ENDLESS OF BOTH !!! BOTH !!! I SAY !!! 

Alien’s are NOT Your friend’s look at Nature look at all the different alien’s !!! i Mean animal’s look at how “friendly” thay are to one and other !!! 

And think of all the minor thing's like flies buzzing around your head bug's biting you, your dog craping on the rug endless time's, how shitty your life is !!! and all the Other Horrible thing's that is LIFE !!! GOD'S GRAND "CREATION " Life is worthless !!! 

wtf is wrong with god who is by the want very Sensitive and will blow up on you if you don't like him and His Kingdom of darkness !!! of a Creation !!! endless misery, endless Pain and where told are Happiness is only a illusion !!! wtf is wrong with God's work !!! 

that we can't touch anything !!! WHAT !!! YOU CALL THSI A CREATION !!! How Life i unbalanced !!! how god allowed demon's in his creation and other dark thing and immediately Turn's a round and Smite's and or doom's them !!! - ( Dose this to light Creature’s as Well ??? ) 

aka Lie's, god Lie's to dark soul's ! it's ok, come in ! and once thay do DO ANYTHING AND I'LL FUCK YOU OVER WITH KARMA YOU HEAR, EVERY THING YOU THINK AND DO IS AGAINST YOU NOW !!! ??????????????????????????????????????? Tell's all thing's Natural to NOT do there Nature ! aka act natural and i'll fuck you over as well !!! an send your ass to hell ! CAT BARK ,DOG'S MEOW !!! ??? Wtf is Going on Here ??? 

Give's every one Very Bad Luck and is Cold as Ice in not Giving a fuck ! - What Happen's to you !!! no fate too horrible !!! this me the guy making the post saying, I'M JUST LOST !!! WTF IS GOING ON !!! 

Why has God turn into Such a fucking asshole ???? a Being we all knew to be not a Prick and not a Prick i'm not saying he's light but God Gave a fuck about Creation and now he's a Total dick to every one !!! What ??? no really WHAT ??? Why is God Acting like an Asshole ???? to Everyone !!! and Everything ! ! ! ! !

Let’s not forget that the Spiritual Element to life is Gone, there ... and or everything dose not feel holy any more !!! everything feel’s unholy and twisted ??? 

as if God is dead inside, as if God is Nihilistic ??? 

! Everything is Nothing ! and ! Nothing is everything ! 

i Believe God Has Cursed us all !!! 

too Many Shitty thing’s are Happening to too many entity’s and i don’t mean just Human’s !!! 

[peachywise]

nullify

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader 

- part i: the introduction || part ii ⋆ part iii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ part vi ⋆  more parts to be released 

- synopsis: A child and a ghost whisperer walk into a diner. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but really it’s just the start of an odd, slightly painful night. Turns out they need you and your power to do something, and Klaus seems way to thrilled and fascinated by you and what you can do. (takes place after the events of the first season) 

- notes: lmao how long has it been since i wrote a fic?? too long thanks anyways the reader is they/them pronouns and everything is pretty vague description wise for inclusivity and shit!! also even though this is klaus x reader focused ~romance~ wise i’ll be writing a shit ton with the reader interacting with the other guys like this part is deadass just as focused on number five as it is klaus. let me know if you guys want this as a series??? i won’t write more parts if people aren’t down but i left it open-ended so it could be a series but honestly, it’d be fine as a one-off too so read what you will k love you bye. tw for swearing

link on ao3 

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“Isn’t that a health code violation?” 

Looking up from your book you'd been reading for the past half hour, you heaved a heavy-handed sigh. Sitting on the back counter of the dead dinner you worked at was the least of this shitty establishments problems. “I’ll be sure to let the rats in the kitchen know of your concerns,” you replied simply. 

Dog-earring the page of your book, you set it down beside you. Hopping off, you stepped forward towards the counter as the kid who just entered sat down on one of the stools, planting himself with a look of clear repugnance as he eyed his surrounding subtly. Resting your elbows on the counter, you propped your head on your hands and gave a friendly grin, “I’m sure they’d be happy to whip up some Mickey Mouse pancakes, special just for you.” 

His face though perfectly deadpanned couldn’t hide the slight tick of annoyance in his eyes. “Just get me a black coffee,” he muttered. 

“Coffee will stunt your growth.” 

“You’ll be stunted if you keep up this horrible customer service.”

“Ouch,” sarcasm dripped from your tone as you raised your hands up in mock defeat, “the kitten’s got a bit of a bite there, doesn’t he?” 

Quite honestly, your day was now veering on to a particularly delightful route you hadn’t expected when you first woke up this morning. You suddenly believed some sort of divine karma was finally rewarding you with some quality entertainment. He could banter— a bit on the aggressive side, but you would take what you could get out of the interaction. You knew it wasn’t going to last long. 

“Look, are you going to give me the coffee or are you just going to stand around all day uselessly taking in the air that could be breathed in by more deserving people?” 

Oh, so he’s got knobby knees and wit to match. 

Letting a slow amused smile cross your face as you gave a lazy curtsy, you casually made your way over to the fresh pot and grabbed one of the porcelain white mugs, giving him a knowing look as you poured a good ‘ol black cup of joe. Setting the pot back down, you sauntered your way back over still holding the smile. The kid rolled his eyes, reaching out a hand as he impatiently said, “thank you,” in a refined and expertly practiced condescending manner. But you didn’t hand it to him. No, instead you casually leaned back against the back counter and took a long sip of the burning hot liquid. 

Well, the little tyke certainly did not like that. 

In what was an actually flash of blue light before your eyes, the kid vanished from his place on the rickety red vinyl stool and was beside you a moment later, ripping the mug from your hand with such force that caused the liquid to spill over the sides, scorching your hand and splashing it on your already grease stained, 50’s themed uniform. So, he was words and action. You could respect that. 

“What, no screaming? Not even another smartass comment?” He half-heartedly asked, his eyebrow quirked slightly as he studied you. It was like he was waiting for some sort of delayed reaction from his little magic trick. While yes, it was a little jarring to see it in the flesh for the first time, the moment he had walked through those glass doors you expected a bit of a ‘powerful’ confrontation.

You knew he was Number Five. You knew he was a part of that Umbrella Academy. 

“You know who I am,” he stated in his all brilliant glory. Well, look at that. Seemed he was a real Sherlock as well as a tiny space hopper.  

Easily taking the cup of coffee back, wincing slightly as the cold air pressed against the new burn you tried to seem unfazed about, you took a sip and mumbled against the rim of the cup, “I’m a bit surprised you’re here and actually alive, but it’s easy to remember a face that hasn’t aged a day." Setting the mug down on the counter, you pressed a hand to your hip and questioned, “how is that exactly? Did you run from home just to make yourself immortal? Found yourself an Edward Cullen to bite you or something?” 

Now, you’ve had people look at you like you were stupid before, but no one with a talent such as him. Even though he was looking up at you, he still mastered that beady squinty little look that read ‘you’re the joke of the earth’. Precious. 

“I don’t know who Edward Cullen is, but I’m not immortal, and I don’t have time to explain the whole story to you in detail. Let’s just say I got stuck in time.” Doing his little magic flash again, he appeared back on the other side of the counter, continuing to speak as he added, “Is anyone else here? I assume you’d rather show me what you can do without anyone else around.” 

Ah, yes. What you could do. So that was why he was here. Part of you wondered if someday it would happen. That’s why you knew who he was when he first walked in after all. You kept tabs on all of them, at least a bit. Yeah, the whole “Umbrella Academy” was famous for a little while when you were a kid, but most people had since forgotten them and the kids in the academy had grown up and had become almost unrecognizable. Well, apart from Five. And maybe Allison, but hell, she was famous for a while different reason now. 

Like the others, you were born October 1st 1989 to a completely unexpecting mother who got the shock of her god damn life. If you were 9 months pregnant in under a minute flat, you’d probably be pretty shocked too. However, you were just stunned that something as odd as that could actually happen and result in you getting powers.

Unlike the others, when your parents were approached by professor evil monopoly Reginald Hargreeves, your mom rejected anything he offered in favor of her miracle baby. She was certain she was the new Virgin Mary despite absolutely not being a virgin and refused to give up that title up. At least at that moment, she didn’t want to anyway.  

“You managed to figure out where I worked, and I assume at this point you know my name,” you started, “so why don’t you just tell me what I can do and let me know why you're here so I can turn you down and get back to my book.” Gesturing your hands around the extremely empty diner, you breathed, “I’m a very busy person as you can see.” 

Five didn’t say anything, instead just giving you an almost thoughtful look. You didn’t trust it one fucking bit. 

Quicker than you would have expected out him, he reached over and picked up one of the plates on the counter and threw it your way with such force you wondered for a second if the reason he'd been missing for so long was because he’d taken up a passionate love affair with baseball. On instinct, damn the treacherous thing, your body chilled as a static feeling pushed out of you, surrounding you in a soft, nearly invisible blue bubble-- your force field. The plate bounced right off and landed on the floor, shattering lamely and loudly. 

It was legal to kill a kid who had been missing for years, right?

“Can’t you play a game of catch with the poor kid?” Came a new drama-dripped voice in the door, the little bell ringing softly as he spoke. “His father was a sociopath who didn't pay him any mind, he’s very stunted as you can see. So desperate for the affection and attention of strangers.” 

Klaus. He’d been harder to track over the years, but from the feather collared jacket and lack of shirt, you could spot the eccentricity of him miles away. 

Taking on a protective stance, you moved from behind the counter and positioned yourself in front of Five, stage whispering to him, “careful, looks like one of the kitchen rats got out. They’re very diseased.”

Klaus tilted his head to the side, his mouth snapping open and his eyebrows rising up in stunned amusement. Pointing at you, he turned his attention towards Five and stated, “I’m wounded! This seems to be going on spectacularly, don’t you think?”

Shaking your head with a slight grin, you started to speak to ream five out for throwing a freakin’ plate, but your words died off on the tip of your tongue when your gross ass boss pushed open the doors to the kitchen, his loud, gritty greased voice shouted, “what did you break out here?” His spine went rigid a bit when he seemed to finally note the presence of two other people, but his eyes quickly glanced at the shattered plate and his face continued to get splotchy and red. “Is that your kid who broke it? Jesus, that’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Wow, that 50 cent shitty plate? How would you ever survive? 

Hands slipped around your neck in a hug as Klaus propped his chin on top of your head, his attention fully on your boss. “I’m so sorry sir, you know how it is with kids, gotta get all those angst and deep-seated feeling out somehow. Yesterday we found out he’s been pretending the family cat was his girlfriend. Had to take him to the hospital to get those scratches on his little friend checked out, if you know what I mean,” he smiled, moving away from you to pat the clearly seething Five on the head. 

Before the kid could say anything or do something that would get you in more shit, you plastered your own happy little smile on and bent down beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you continue to address your boss. “He was just upset because he found out I told his teacher about his little bed wetting problem.” Five ripped your arm away with incredible force and stepped away from you both. Sighing dramatically, you rested the side of your face on your palm and slightly shook your head, adding, “It’s so hard, I just don’t know where we went wrong!” 

Klaus snickered behind you, while your boss looked properly petrified and regretful about having walked in on the whole ordeal at all. 

“Just uh-- forget about it. Clean it up okay?” 

Giving him a wink and you stood back up, you flicked your wrist in a lazy salute. “You got it, Boss Man.” He couldn’t turn back around and get back to the back room fast enough. 

Turning the face the two once again, Klaus grinned as he said, “brilliant work,” raising his hand for a knowing high five. You happily obliged. 

“Was that really necessary?” Five ground out from between his teeth, as you shot him back an incredulous look. “Was it necessary to throw a plate at me?” you retorted, fully not expecting him to reply with, “Yes. It was the only way I could make sure you had a force field.” 

Smartass.

Running your hand through your hair tiredly to get it out of your face, you crossed your arms again and didn’t bother to argue anymore. “Just tell me what this is about.” At this point, you were tired and really just wanted to get back to your quiet night. Klaus was also giving you a once over every thirty seconds and you weren’t quite sure what he looked so bloody excited and anxious about. 

“I have a theory, and I’d like to test it out,” Five said. Klaus quickly interjected with, “and I’m one of the test subjects,” wiggling his eyebrows as he did. 

Narrowing your gaze, you questioned “one of?” 

“Well, it requires you, but before I explain, to what extent can you use your powers? Have you done anything more than just deflect things off your field?”

You shook your head, confusion still clouding your words. “That’s all. Some guy tries to knife me? He bounces off. Sometimes I get lucky and he stabs himself in the process. It’s a simple thing. 

“How many times has someone tried to knife you?” Klaus asked with a small snort, but Five cut him off with a great little bomb of information. “I’ve done some calculations on how your power works, and I think that if someone like us was in the field with you it might nullify our powers.”Huh.

“And... math makes you think that?” 

Five rolled his eyes. You got the idea he did that a fair bit. “I want to test out to see if that’s true, so if you will,  please conjure up your field around you and Klaus and we’ll see if it works on him.” 

Flashing your eyes to Klaus who almost seemed to jitter with excitement, your eyes got slightly wide when you asked, “wait, there’s a ghost here? Like right now?” You swiveled your head around like you would actually be able to see it.  

Klaus nodded his head. “Ben, meet Y/N, Y/N meet our brother Ben.” Pressing a hand to his heart, he added, “forever in our hearts and forever by my side. I am his saving grace.” Turning his head abruptly, he quickly said, “shut up,” to the air-- or Ben, rather-- slicing his hand in a silencing sound. 

Raising a hand hesitantly, you gave a flick of your wrist in that direction, squeaking out a small, “Hi Ben.” 

“If you two idiots are done,” Five muttered, but you stopped him as you said, “three idiots. It’s rude to dismiss Ben’s presence. You're his brother, be respectful.” Five ignored you. “The sooner we test this, the sooner we can leave.”  

Oh, now he was speaking your language. 

Shaking out your shoulders, you widened your stance and clapped your hands, saying, “alright, let's go.” Klaus gave some excited little claps as he stepped to your side, telling Five, “field trips are always so much fun!” 

Taking in a deep breath, you let the energy seep out of you until that familiar snap surrounded you, this time entrapping not on you, but Klaus as well. 

The smiling man quickly went silent. 

“So,” you started hesitantly, turning to study his face. “Did it work?” 

Multiple emotions seemed to cross his features, and it revealed to you certain hopelessness and vulnerability that was so unfamiliar to you and what you had known about him. It dawned on you at that moment that you had no idea what this meant. To him. To Five. Christ, nerves started to wrack through your body when you realized they could be having you do this just to try and kill you because they see it as some sort of ridiculous threat. Still, that seemed unlikely. No, they needed it somehow. 

And as Klaus turned towards you, looking at you as if you were some wonderous figure and not just some crappy diner waiter working two jobs just to get by, you realized that whatever they had been searching for, they had found. Whatever Klaus had been searching for, he had found. 

“They’re gone.” 

His voice was just a fraction above a whisper, but it sent a chill across your skin as his intense gaze once again studied you with incredible fascination. But as he took a step forward, his hand oh-so-gently reaching for your hand, your focus went away and the force field fell, all the sounds and senses of the real world hitting you all at once. 

Five was staring at you both with an odd look you didn’t quite know what to think of. 

“Alright."

Clearing your throat, you took a small step back as the fog cleared out of your head, stating back a dull, “huh?” 

“We’ll be at your apartment in the morning. Get ready to meet the others.” 

Wait, what the fuck?

“My apartment? You guys haven’t even explained what you guys want from me!” You blurted, moving your head rapidly as you looked back and forth between the two. 

“I’ll explain everything tomorrow,” was all Five said, as both him and Klaus began moving towards to door, clearly content with what they came here to do. Well, that was nice for them. They could sleep soundly as you sat up in bed all night looking up fucking umbrella academy conspiracy theories to try and convince yourself what happened here was actually real. 

“There’s no way in hell you’re getting those Mickey Mouse pancakes now!” You shot back as he exited the door, huffing as you turned around to go clean up the plate.

Then something smacked hard on the back of your head, landing on the ground with a little rattle. 

“Oopsie.”

Spinning around, gripping the back of your head, you were about to yell obscenities at Klaus who’d just thrown a spoon of all things, but he was already halfway out the door calling behind him, “I thought your little bubble would just appear like a party trick, bye!” 

Idiots. Idiots had just taken over your life. 

[huangels]

what do you see? - ch 2

what do you see? - nct series 

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you chose for kun go to the party

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chapter 2:

"Sounds good to me!" Kun says with an excited smile, the rest cheers in the middle of the food court.

It's currently 9:30 in the evening, Friday, the night of the party at Yuta's sorority house. Kun completely forgets about the strange texts over the week, having to focus on his classes, friends, and school clubs. Though, the person hasn't reached out to him since, anyway, probably just a prank left dry.

Kun steps in front of his full body mirror, planted on the back of his door, to examine his outfit: a plain black sweatshirt, over top an acid-washed jean jacket, paired with some knee-ripped black jeans. It's simple, Kun doesn't have anyone to impress at the party anyway. Slipping into his old, beaten up black work boots, he grabs his keys and heads for the door.

"Xingjie! I'm leaving now!" Kun calls to his roommate as he passes his closed door, knocking on it. Kun can hear music playing inside, a soft voice singing, before it pauses. Xingjie yells back a muffled "ok" as the sound is blocked by the door. Kun nods to himself before making his way out of the entrance and to his car.

It doesn't take long to reach the sorority houses since Kun's apartment is pretty close to the University, but once he enters the street of where the houses are, his car gets backed up as other students try to find parking on the road or in driveways of other houses. From where his car is, Kun can hear the booming of the music from the only house that is lit up, with neon lights and glow in the dark decorations. It roars over the ballad Chinese music softly playing in his car so he just switches it off.

His phone rings on the passenger seat, he reaches for it. Focusing his eyes on the busy and chaotic road, he swipes his phone to answer the call, not needing to see the contact number to know it's probably one of his friends calling to ask where he is or why he's late.

Kun puts the call on speaker, "What do you want? I'm almost there."

The voice that responds is not one he expects, that he ever expected after what happened last time, "Nice to hear from you too, Kun."

"Mother...," Kun starts, clearing his throat as it became harder to breathe, "How have you been?"

"All was well...," his mother replies, short and precise. Kun bathes in the silence, debating on whether he should continue the good front or just cut to the chase and ask what she wants. Though, he doesn't have a choice as his mother continues on.

"You must be wondering why I've called, son," she says monotonously, the 'son' holding no emotion or meaning. Kun waits for her to proceed, gripping the wheel tightly. "Kun, take this as a warning, your father and I met with the Ying Yang Divinator, like we usually do every other month, and he told us that there is a threat in the near future. Be careful of who you should trust, we don't want anything to happen to this family's fortune and history."

Kun tries hard to hold back a scoff, "And why should I trust you? After what you did? After what our family has done, maybe this is karma coming back to bite your asses."

"This is not the time to take this lightly. If you don't act upon this warning, then so be it. Just don't bring any of your troubles home." And with that, she ends the call. With a roll of his eyes, Kun tosses his phone back onto the passenger seat, knuckles turning white from unknowingly clenching the wheel so tightly.

'Be careful of who you should trust' my ass. The only people I don't trust in this world are you guys, Kun huffs to himself.  

After about 30 minutes of fighting for parking and dealing with crazy young drivers, Kun can finally park his car, about 5 houses away from Yuta's.

Even though it is quarter past 10, the house has already soaked up all of the students of his University like a sponge, crowded wall to wall with dancing, drunk people. Kun squeezes through the sweaty bodies, to where he spots his friends by the kitchen. He eventually reaches them, though having been groped and flirted with a couple times in the crowd.

"Finally, you're here! Chenle you owe me a ten," Sicheng says, stretching out a hand. Chenle grumpy next to him fishes his pockets for his wallet and pulls out a ten dollar bill. Kun raises an eyebrow at them.

"I said you wouldn't show up and Sicheng said you would, we put a bet on it," Chenle explains, sipping from his red solo cup. Chenle is underaged and shouldn't be drinking, but Kun lets it slide for tonight, afraid that they've made another bet on how much of a mother he would act like at this party.

"Where's Jun?" Kun asks, grabbing his own solo cup to fill it with cheap beer straight from the keg.

"Late."

"Makes sense. And Yukhei?"

"He was with us until Yeri pulled him to the dance floor."

Kun nods, tilting the cup back to take a swig of the alcohol, "You guys didn't join him?"

"And be the third wheels? Dancing awkwardly while they grind on each other and make out? No thanks," Chenle scoffs. Sicheng opens his mouth to retort Kun's statement and to agree with Chenle, before shutting it quickly. His eyes shoot straight down to his cup before gulping the whole drink in one go. Confused, Kun turns around to see what Sicheng is panicking at. Over the crowd, down the hallway that probably leads to the dining room, stands an isolated figure all dressed in black. Their hood is pulled over their head, face covered with a black face mask. Kun and the person holds a look before they turn and walk off. Odd, does Sicheng know him?

Before Kun can ask, Sicheng groans and grabs ahold of Kun's shoulder, abruptly whipping the guy towards the left. In his view is Yuta walking closer to the three, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Kun's mouth forms a big 'o' and shifts back to face his friends with a snicker.

"Sicheng!" Yuta starts, leaning in for a kiss. Sicheng looks away just in time for Yuta to miss his lips and capture his cheek. "And friends! I'm glad you guys can make it."

"Thanks for the invite, I guess," Kun answers, though Yuta doesn't pay much attention as he's still staring at Sicheng, or rather Sicheng's lips. It results in a scoff from Sicheng, paired with a roll of his eyes.

"The more you stare at them, the more I don't want to kiss you," Sicheng ripostes, a hand reaching to push Yuta's exposed chest away.

"So this means that there was a point where you wanted to kiss me?" Yuta smirks with a wink. Sicheng's eyes blast wide for a fraction of a second before recovering.

The two, Sicheng and Yuta, have a weird relationship, an on-and-off kind of thing. Sicheng calls Yuta when he's bored, and Yuta is always up for what Sicheng offers. Realistically, Yuta is waiting by his phone fore Sicheng to call. Kun once asked Yuta why he keeps on going after Sicheng, as all he does is use Yuta to rid his boredom. Yuta replied that he likes the case, the challenge, because alone, Sicheng is different. Though, in front of his friends, Sicheng pulls a front, a mask, hiding a lot from them. Kun waited for an explanation, yet in return, Yuta wiggles his eyebrows and walks away.

The rest of the party is spent chatting about nonsense, dancing, drinking undesirable amounts of alcohol. Renjun finally joins that party, about an hour late. His attire tells everyone that he had probably forgotten and just ran out the door in order to make it. Renjun is still in his glasses, wearing baggy grey sweats and a plain t-shirt with the University's logo stitched on the left corner. He didn't even put an effort in wearing his shoes correctly, as the back of his converse is not pulled up, probably just slide them on and left.

On the other hand, Yukhei is sporadic during the party, joining us on the dance floor, and playing drinking games, then disappearing off into the crowd, later spotted with some girl, tongues tied. There was a point tonight where Renjun said he saw Yukhei talking to some weird guy dressed in all black. Yukhei looked confused but the guy in black left and Yukhei came back to us. He didn't say much about it.

The night ends, as the party starts to die down, everyone too drunk to even continue dancing. Kun stumbles out of the house, Renjun and Chenle on both of his sides, as he tries to keep them from falling forwards. Sicheng disappeared earlier at the party, probably off somewhere with Yuta, though Yuta was spotted without Sicheng. Kun doesn't worry too much as Sicheng can fend for himself. He's got two bigger problems on his hands, or rather, in his arms. Renjun and Chenle are both underaged, Renjun just turned 19 and Chenle still 18. They've never consumed this much alcohol before, therefore, they don't know how to handle it well.

Kun is slightly tipsy, having gotten soberer throughout the night as it is his job to make sure everyone is okay and gets home okay. Laying both of the two on the grass off to the side of the sorority house, Kun dials his roommate for backup. Xingjie shows up in about 15 minutes, packing Renjun and Chenle in his car, before driving off to their doors. Kun assures Xingjie that he can get home safely, that he isn't too drunk.

As predicted, Kun gets back to his shared apartment safely, although slower than he should've taken, as Xingjie is already home. His roommate tells Kun that both Renjun and Chenle have safely reached their dorm, with the help of Xingjie. It was easier on his part, since they both shared the same dorm.

Without regards to anything else, Kun beelines to his room and plops onto his bed, ready to sleep off the alcohol.

The repetitive noise of a buzz fills the silent room. Kun, still half asleep, reaches over to slam his hand on the snooze button of his alarm. However, the buzzing doesn't stop. His hand toys around with the clock multiples times, eyes still closed but the tips of his eyebrows now conjoined.

Irritated by the constant buzzing, Kun finally awakes, sitting up to glance around, intaking his surroundings. The quick movement shoots a stinging pain straight to his head, his temples pounding along with his heartbeat. Streaks of sunlight peaks through his blinds, lighting up his small room. The buzzing resumes and Kun whips his head towards the directions of the vibrations, another stabbing pain to the head.

The buzzing comes from his phone, lighten up with several messages from his group chat, 236 to be exact. It's almost 9 in the morning, what do they have to discuss this early?

Kun exits the messenger app with a click of his home button to tap on the phone app. He scrolls through his contacts, reaching the "y's." He clicks on Yeri's contact before the call goes through. It rings 5 times before going to voicemail, so he tries again. No luck. They're probably still asleep and hungover, it is 9 in the morning anyway. Kun decides to send Yeri a text, waiting a bit but not getting a response.

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—should kun go check on yukhei and yeri or stay home and let yukhei try to find a way back to his apartment himself? 

        [ pick up yukhei ]          [ stay home ]

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[kiraririn]

Idk why my coomer ex boyfriend (then 18) thought it was a good idea to date a virgin 16-year-old online when sex is such a big deal to him...

I hate that, that shit dragged out for like a year. I should’ve stayed broken up with him the first time (out of many) he broke up with me...

I broke up with him for good when I saw him hitting on someone else. I felt bad at first, but after a while I started feeling better without his toxic presence. I wish I could go back in time and prevent my past self from getting into that relationship.

The red flag was right there in the beginning. When he said he liked me at first, I didn’t get it, and he took it as rejection or something and was really mean to me to the point that I cried. (Which continued to happen many, many times during the course of the relationship. 🙃) When he made it more clear, idk I think when he went on about how girls don’t like him back or w/e (Good choice, girls! o7), I was happy because I was a stupid low self esteem teenager who thought she couldn’t do better. (Like wow! Someone likes me back?!?!?!)

I’m fucking retarded lmao. At least maybe I’m less stupid now? I hope? Idk.

Looking back at it, it kind of pisses me off how he tried to convince me that I’m the one clearly in the wrong when he was the one who was constantly making me miserable and shed tears. Maybe I was bad in a way at times, (I’m not perfect.) but now that I really think about it, not nearly as bad as he made it out to be.

He’s scum, and I know that there will be a day where he is on the receiving end of divine punishment, bad karma, whatever. You can’t act like a raging asshole and not eventually get hurt yourself. Someday he’s gonna fuck with the wrong person, and it will bite him in the ass. I know this, which puts me at peace in a way. It’s unfortunate that I won’t be there to see him get his comeuppance, but I know it’s coming, and that is enough.

[rosestopaint]

Kingdom Hearts mini project part II - here’s part I.

It’s been … three years now, more or less. Riku throws what little belongings he has onto the bed. It’s a tiny room with one, terribly dirty window and a truly ancient looking closet, but it’s better than sleeping outside. The low light of a nearby gas light throws a convenient spotlight on his glove, where the Mark of Mastery glints silver. He feels exhausted suddenly, mentally more than physically. Three years can be a very long time. He’s seen Sora and Kairi since, and Master Mickey of course.

But while he loves few things as much as seeing his friends again, there’s also always a degree pain involved. Kairi is still the king’s apprentice but more than rearing to take the Mark of Mastery Exam. The last time he saw her she’d cut of her hair and traded her pink skirts for an equally pink pair of pants. “If I fail this because my hair is getting in the way or – or my skirt flaps up, I’m going to jump right of Master Yen Sid’s tower,” she growled at Sora and him. “You’ve both been running off, I can’t stand to be trapped here any longer.”

“We visit you,” Riku reminded her but all he got in return was half-serious glare and vengeful jab in the side, right where it tickles the worst. Sora took that moment to make a strategic retreat. His friend could have passed the exam years ago, but instead chose to wait for Kairi. He’s more experienced, so he gets a lot more leeway to run off and thump heartless when he gets restless, but officially he too is still the king’s apprentice.

“I think it’s a good thing,” Sora confessed to him some time last year. “Looking back, I have no idea how we made it this far on guts and determination alone. I still have no idea what I’m doing most of the time.” Riku had to agree with him. And that’s what stings.

While Sora and Kairi are getting their formal training, Riku is nobody’s apprentice. He’s a Master himself, traveling across the worlds rid them of the heartless. And yet, he has no idea what he’s doing either. It’s … disconcerting. There’s only so far he can get on his own, and while Master Yen Sid may think it’s impressive that he made it to Master ‘on guts and determination alone’, Riku can’t help but feel that he must have coasted along on a shit ton of luck. What he gets now is experience, and that’s great – but how well can experience hold up against someone who has it too, and a proper apprenticeship to boot?

“I’m sorry,” the king said. “I wish I could help you, but Riku there’s nothing I can teach you. You did pass the exam. You are a Master – what you need is guidance, and I’m afraid I cannot help you in that regard.”

It’s true. At first he was hurt and admittedly also frightened. What was he supposed to do? But the king said nothing that Riku himself hadn’t already suspected. After all he was something of an apprentice to Master Mickey for a while and learnt a lot. And he knows that the mouse cares for him a great deal; they are kindred spirits of sorts. He was very similar, the king once confessed, to how he himself had been in his youth. When Riku had asked him to clarify, the mouse had looked rather wry. “Cocky, mostly.” But despite that, they were not particularly similar in the ways that mattered most.

“What you need,” he said, “is self-control. You are still a hot-head, Riku. And your darkness will capitalize on it. The former I could help you with, the latter … I’m sorry.”

And isn’t that ironic? A Master like Maleficent would have been perfect just then. When Riku really thinks about it, it might be karma coming back to bite him. For a time he went through Masters like nothing: Maleficent, Xehanort, the king, Ansem the Wise … and now that he’s really looking for one, he can’t find one. It made him a jack of all trades and almost literally the master of none.

 Since then he spent three months with a man called Asba at the edge of a forest, who claimed to have reached divine self-awareness (that nut job), nine months with a hedge witch called Ethel who tried to put him in touch with his inner darkness (thanks for that traumatizing experience), almost an entire year in a monastery on a mountain in the middle of goddamn nowhere to try and meditate himself to patience (but damn did his keyblade frighten those monks), and far too much time contemplating his own inadequacies (thanks for that, mom).

But Riku is nothing if not stubborn – and if he’s being honest also a little desperate. It’s been four years after all, and Xehanort is being suspiciously quiet. It’s not like he’s gone; Riku has seen him several times, has gotten his ass kicked once or twice and teamed up with Sora to wring out a victory a few times more than that. Every single one of these encounters felt like the epic one, the last one. Every single time it turns out that it wasn’t.

They can’t keep beating him forever. All it takes is a single true defeat and they’re done for, but the Xehanort appears to take them almost casually. Yelling and screaming, yes, but never permanently. Secretly, he suspects that most of them were merely a cover-up for something much larger. There’s nothing quite like keeping your enemy busy, after all. It’s a tactic Maleficent enjoyed immensely and that Riku himself carried out for her more times than he can count.

He needs to get a handle on his powers or eventually someone stronger than him will use them against him.

There’s yelling downstairs and Riku jerks out of his thoughts. He doesn’t feel very confident about this place, but looks can be deceiving. Maybe he’ll find his Master here.