Prologue

•| A not so stolen youth |•

Stranger things / chapter 3

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

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It was early in the morning, every kid was either at school or at home because they’re sick. All except for one.

Thirteen walked with tranquility through the groups of trees scattered all over the town. He found that the only onces that walked there were a few really young kids, other than that, the coast is completely clear.

But what is not completely clear is his mind. The day before he saw something that brought back awful memories. He found out, his father is not the only man like that in the world and he isn’t the only one like him out there. He would like to say that he doesn’t understand Billy completely, but he does.

The teenage has moments of calmness when he usually keeps to himself or even glances at him as if inspecting his soul, and moments of complete chaos when he is hostile against anything and anyone near him.

Billy was angry at his father, that much was evident, but he couldn’t do a thing because he knew it was useless. That was a feeling he could relate a little bit to well.

It happened too often to him in the lab. Loosing his papa’s respect brought a lot of punishment with it and answering it only left him in pain. His only solution was to hold back and resist. But that led to future explosions where he sent his guards flying or breaking an entire room with a scream.

He was labeled as dangerous and forced to stay isolated.

He was thinking of ways to help make him feel better but nothing came to mind other than a present.

But what?

Or maybe, some company? That’s what he wanted when he was in the lab. Maybe that’s what Billy needs at home.

Before he could think about other options, his senses detected something. He heard a pair of soft footsteps quite some distance further in front of him but instead of dreading to find the person a familiar feeling made itself present in the back of his mind. He waited.

As silent as ever, he walked cautiously towards the sound.

Both kids that found themselves in front of one another gasped in surprise. They know each other.

The curly haired girl smiled at the boy receiving a smile in return.

“Eleven.” Whispered the boy, walking closer to her.

“Thirteen.” Once close enough they engulfed each other in a big hug, giggling, happy to realize they both basically survived.

The kids pulled away, still connected by their arms, smiling like no other day.

They had so much to talk about.

“-and then, she taught how to skateboard.” Commented the boy with glee.

They have been talking for about an hour about what’s happened the last year after escaping the lab and getting in contact with the upside down. So far, everything’s been peaceful.

He was happy to know that she was also taken care off by a good guy, even though she puts a kind of weird expression when she mentions him, she stills seems to trust him a lot too.

“But…” he made a pause and sunk in the log they were both seating at the reminder of what happened a few hours ago. “Her papa…” he turned his eyes from his joined hands to the attentive look of eleven. “He is like our papa.”

Eleven gasped softly at the revelation.

“She and Billy hide me.” His lips curved a little at the sides. He always gets a warm and fluffy feeling in his chest at the reminder of people that care about his safety. “She gave me clothes.” He gripped the fabric of the blue hoodie in his chest. The same that keeps his body heat from escaping. “And a name. Magnus.”

Eleven gave him a close-lipped smile. They don’t know each other as well as she would like too because they were separated in the lab. They met only after the rest of the kids disappeared and their father needed more power to connect with the unknown world. But couldn’t interact that much in a friendly way under the scrutinizing eyes of their handlers. He always wore a frown accompanied with tired eyes. So she is happy to see him finally smile, even in the slightest.

“And you?” He asked, giving her the opportunity to express something that might be bothering her.

“Hopper is good.” She nodded. “But he lies.” The kid raised his eyebrows in surprise. “He says, one day I’ll leave to see my friends but that never happens. He promised soon, but soon never comes.”

Thirteen lowered his head in sadness. He knows that feeling, or he knew, before living with his only friend.

“He says it’s dangerous, that it’s for my protection.” The kid wrapped an arm around her in a side hug to comfort her.

In moments like that he wished he was more like magneto and fight for their freedom.

But he couldn’t, he was just a kid after all. All he could do was make her aware that she’s not alone.

A certain blonde haired teenage boy was currently tightening a screw on the engine of his blue baby Camaro.

He was finishing changing the air filter. After what happened the day before with his father he has been looking for ways to release some pent-up pressure. He already said goodbye to his last hook up an hour ago, he doesn’t know where Max is because she was late and he left her to skate home alone and he already worked out in the living room but nothing seemed to make his anger decrease.

Billy huffed once he was finished, cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his dirtied hand. It wasn’t enough but that’ll have to do.

“Jesus.” Exclaimed the blond once he turned around and found the boy behind him, startling him. Weirdly attentive to what he was doing. “What the hell are you doing there? Are you a creep?” He asked with annoyance. He had almost sent the tool in his hand flying.

The kid just kept looking at him and the car with his big blue eyes and shrugged. He didn’t know what ‘creep’ means.

Billy raised a brow at the look of wonder in the kids face. He has seen it a few times before, directed to him, like trying to figure him out, which makes him edgy, but this time it was directed more to his car. “Never seen a car before?” He asked mockingly.

Unknown to him, the first time the boy saw a car was when he escaped from the lab. Ever since that day, the younger one has been greatly interested in the weird machines that roll faster than any adult he has ever seen runs.

Billy furrowed his brows when the only answer he got was the kid leaning his head to the side, still looking at the car.

Was he really that stupid? No, he couldn’t be. They would have already found him if that was the case, but he would have to live under a rock to not know what a car is.

“What, cat got your tongue, brat?” Thirteen shook his head and stick his tongue out to demostrarte it was still there making Billy huffed and turned to his car.

What a weird kid.

He grabbed the car’s hood and slam it shut to make sure it was closed.

“Cool.” Alluded the boy walking closer to the drivers side.

“What?” Thirteen glanced at Billy for a moment before returning to the inside of the vehicle repeating his word.

“Cool.” He is not completely sure if his using correctly the word Max taught him. ‘A word to describe something that’s better than amazing.’ Is what she said, and that is exactly what he thinks about the car.

“Huh, at least you have taste.” Said Billy as he wiped his hands in a towel he had hanging from his short’s waistband. Until he got an idea. Something that would help him destress and he used to do it a lot in California. “Hey brat.”

Thirteen turned towards Billy, not knowing what ‘brat’ means but understanding he wanted his attention. He blinked a few times, watching the weird look in the teenager’s eyes. He had an idea.

Billy would never in his life know what led him to do what he did, but the next thing he knows, he is driving top speed in one of the many lonely roads in the outer sides of Hawkins with the kid in the copilot seat. He loves to use the backroads.

He thought the kid would be scared shitless, however, the kid was grasping the seatbelt like his life depends on it (because it does) with the biggest smile Billy has ever seen.

But he doesn’t care that the kid didn’t get scared he was too concentrated in the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the speed to actually pay attention. He didn’t even light the cigarette between his lips because it wasn’t needed.

Billy whooped in ecstasy and bobbed along the surprisingly not so loud music. It was more important the roar of the engine than the beat coming from the stereo.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Cheered Billy with his always sharp smile.

But that wasn’t the best part, he was waiting for the right moment to put his car modifications to the test. In a way he couldn’t in the crowded city of California.

His smile widened when he saw what he was looking for. A wide straight doble lane road.

It’s show time.

He stepped on the break and pulled the hand brake simultaneously, then turned the wheel completely to one side in a second. The car instantly followed the action, turning with so much force skidding the tires in the street. Making a U turn by drifting.

Billy laughed loudly while the kid beside him screamed for his life. The wheels scraped the floor until the vehicle came to a stop in the other side of the road. Facing the opposite direction.

Not waiting for anything, he pushed the hand break back down and step on the gas. The wheels screeched against the ground, leaving marks, before moving at full speed back to the house.

At the speed he was driving it only took him 10 minutes to arrive.

He got out of the car after killing the engine and lit the cigarette between his lips, taking a drag as if it was pure oxygen he was inhaling. Finally he felt a little bit better.

So lost in his relief he didn’t pay attention to the passenger in his car. He only turned his head back when he heard a thud. He found the passenger seat empty and the door opened. He huffed thinking the kid just left without closing the door but he stop when he went around the car and found the kid basically face planted in the dirt while giggling.

Billy scoffed a laugh almost sending the cigarette in mouth flying. He was positive the kid was high with adrenaline. He saw the kid try to stand up in his jelly legs only to fall on his side.

“What the hell?” Billy didn’t need to turn around to know who that was. He merely rolled his eyes when the redhead rushed by him to get to the kid. “What did you do to him?” She asked when the kid tried to stand up again with her help but stumbled to the side like he was drunk. She got even more confused when she heard him giggle.

“I fixed your damn brat.” He grumbled taking a drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and returning to the house. He wanted to take a shower.

Max looked between the retreating back of her step brother and the kid seating in the dirt with a big smile in his face.

Could it be possible that Billy changed his mind?

No, that is not something Billy could ever do.

But either way, she was relieved that he was at least tolerating the kid’s presence.

If Max thought they had made a progress with Billy after the ride he had with Magnus. She was wrong.

The very next day his anger returned when he saw her talking to Lucas. There was no problem with that, she didn’t plan to be part of their club of hypocrites anyway.

Well, that was her plan, until the very next day she wanted to go to the arcade to play dig dug and forget everything only to be tricked in to the breakroom by Lucas himself. They argued about the veracity of the fanciful story Lucas told her ensuring that it was the truth.

Leaving the arcade Billy saw him at the door. At first he acted eerily calm while accusing her of disobeying and lying. But a silent threat was made evident later in the afternoon when Billy broke her skateboard when reversing in his car.

It was his way of telling her he could ‘accidentally’ break something without a problem.

He became a ticking time bomb and she didn’t want to be there to see it explode because she would be the collateral damage, and possibly with her, Magnus too. Even though he has mostly ignored the kid in the last days, it was obvious the anger he was holding in.

Taking every posible outcome Max took a decision. She’ll go back to Cali to her father and she’ll take Magnus with her.

The kid already had a new name, and no one will be looking for a kid in another city, miles away from were he was.

That’s how she found herself in this position. Fidgeting with her fingers inside her hoodie pockets, feeling the money between her fingers and watching attentively at Magnus sitting in her bed and messing with her Walkman.

She got the money by telling her mother that she wanted to buy a new shirt but she wanted the money to buy it herself and avoid any kind of harsh comments from Neil if she went with them to the mall in the neighboring town. Her mother, illusioned with the possibility of her daughter buying something more feminine, gladly gave her double the money she needed to buy the shirt. She thanked the heavens her mother did because she forgot the amount of money it’ll cost to buy two bus tickets.

She forgot a slight detail. The distance between her and her father was much more now that she is in Hawkins than when she was in Cali, and the tickets would be more expensive.

She already prepared two bags with things for her and Magnus. In that precise moment she has the perfect opportunity to leave with him. Her parents aren’t home and they’ll come back until night and Billy was too busy working on his muscles for his next hook up of the night to notice.

Gaining some courage Max sat next to the kid in her bed. She took a breath and spoke. “Mag-“

She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, someone calling at the door.

The kid raised his head, looking between Max and the bedroom’s closed door. He was to concentrated on the Walkman that he didn’t pay attention to the footsteps at the front door. It’s not like Billy’s blasting music trough the house helped at all.

He was already used to the volume of the music, but hearing it with the door open still hurt his head. At least the wood helps to drown out the sound. But he was still relieved that it’s not as loud as the alarms in the lab. That was a real headache.

He jumped from the bed when doorbell sounded again. He needed to hide. He turned to the window but stopped, if the person in the door somehow comes to the backside of the house he’ll be screwed. He turned to the bed. He doesn’t fit under it. As his last and only option, the kid threw himself inside the closet and closed the door, always leaving a crack to let the light come inside.

Max pressed her lips together trying to suppress a laugh. For a moment he looked like a headless chicken.

Her poorly covered smile disappeared when she heard her stepbrother yell at the next ring. “Max, are you getting that or what?”

Exasperated with him she yelled her answered “Okay.” She opened stood up stomping her way out of the room, closing the door behind her

“I swear to God Max.” Fumed the blond getting an eye roll and a glare from his sister when she walked by him. He just proceeded to lift the weights again.

From the closet, Magnus could slightly hear the door opening and closing over the music, along with Max’s voice from the other side of the door, indicating that now she was outside with whoever was at the door. He couldn’t tell what they were talking about because the music muffled their voices.

He waited for a moment, relieved that Max at least sounded like she knew the person outside. He was also aware that it wasn’t Neil, he could have heard his truck parking or his gruff voice booming in the house.

He waited a little while until she finally came back, closing the door behind her. She turned to Magnus watching the window in wariness. She knew why. Lucas was outside of the window. “Magnus.” She called for his attention.

He turned to her, blinking a few times.

“I… ammm.” She fidget in her place looking for the words to say. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, she just made up her mind and decided she’ll find out what’s really happening with Lucas and his group because deep down she still wishes to have friends. “I’ll live with the stalker for a few hours. He says he has proof or something.”

“Where?” Came the silent question from the kid. Max almost didn’t hear it with Billy’s blasting music coming through the door.

“To the old junkyard.” Magnus lifted a brown and tilted his head slightly to the side. There was nothing in there other than trash and forgotten stuff. Nevertheless, he nodded, understanding that she is going there like really few other teenagers do. “Okay, then. I’ll be back.” She said, making the reference of the terminator movie even though Magnus didn’t catch it.

She turned to one of the two opened windows. The one closest to the bed. She stepped on the woodshed outside before stopping and turning to Magnus who was seating in her closet.

“Don’t talk with Billy if he doesn’t talk to you, by the way. He’s not in the mood and can get cranky.” Magnus smiled at the thought but nodded again.

Don’t talk to Billy. Copy.

Max said a soft goodbye before exiting when she heard the boy outside telling her to speed up. He even heard her commenting that whatever they were doing better be worth it.

Minutes later after she left, Magnus stayed in her closet. He was to engrossed in the Walkman she borrowed him.

The interest came when he returned from the store he likes to visit (steal from) with a cassette tape he found behind the garbage dump.

He put on the headphones and changed the tapes the way Max instructed him to. He pressed play instantly jumping in his place and accidentally trowing the headphones. The volume was too high. Even with the headphones in the floor he could hear it clearly.

He decreased the volume to the minimum before putting the headphones back on. The rhythm of the music was somewhat similar to the songs Billy hears when exercising but not as scandalous. He turned the Walkman over to see the tape through the see through cover. The letters in the side said ‘Call Me by blondie’ and something else he couldn’t read due to the blurred sharpie. He likes it though.

He bobbed his head to the rhythm of the music, not caring that he could hear Billy’s music through the headphones. He liked it. He found his taste in music.

Still moving his head to the beat, he stood up and walked to the window farthest from the bed. He sat on the window sill dangling his feet for a couple of second before jumping out. He looked at the full woodshed beside him before returning to the shed. Walkman in hand.

He’ll wait for Max in there.

It’s been a few hours and Max still hasn’t retuned. Magnus got bored since he doesn’t know where Max’s tapes are and he can’t read so well, so he decided to steal an apple from the Hargroves’ fridge.

Meanwhile, the blond teenager was done exercising, taking a shower and currently sharpening his look before his date (hook up). He sprayed hair product in the hair locks that fell on his forehead. Turning over the bottle of colon, he spread a few drops of the liquid in his wrist, even going as far as to spread a little bit in the southern area.

He turned and posed in front of the mirror, smiling with satisfaction at the result. Taking a drag from his previously lit cigarette he leaned forward and blew the smoke against his reflexión, winking. Yep, he was ready.

His smile was erased once he heard someone calling at the door. He noticed the rush in the knock even over his blasting music. “Billy?” He knew that voice. The reason for witch his father decided it was a good idea to move.

Kind of.

“Yeah, I’m a little bit busy in here, Susan.” He answered uninterestedly.

“Open the door. Right now.” He mentally cursed when he heard his father’s commanding voice in the other side. There was no way around this.

Genuinely curious he finally opened the door finding his father frowning face and the always present worried face of Susan shielding herself behind the man.

“What’s wrong?” He cut to the chase.

Neil wasn’t at all impressed by his son’s bluntness. “Why don’t you tell us?”

“Because I don’t know.” He answered with obviousness in his tone. They just appeared in his door insinuating something that he isn’t aware of and yet, he is not surprised. Everything that goes wrong for Neil is always somehow his fault. No matter what.

“We can’t find Maxine-” Said Susan.

“And her window’s open.” Interrupted the man like the boss that he believes himself. Billy faltered for a second, looking in another direction before regaining himself. Even he was surprised. She was in her room with the brat a few hours ago. “Where is she?” Commanded Neil.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Scoffed the Man like his son was the worst dumbass in the world, annoying the younger.

“Look, I’m sure she just, I don’t know, went to the arcade or something.” Explained Billy, still not finding the force in his voice, kicking himself for it, and panicking internally. To avoid looking at the rising anger in his father eyes he went to the closet to retrieve his previously selected leather jacket. “I’m sure she is fine.”

Nike wasn’t having any of it. “You were supposed to watch her.” He commented, like he was just making an obvious observation.

Billy could clearly hear the covered anger under those words. But he couldn’t stop himself from arguing. He was getting annoyed.

He sighed. “I know dad. I was. It’s just you guys were three hours late, and, well, I have a date.” He slipped on the jacket and turned towards the man ready to face it and just leave. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“So that’s why you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror like some faggot instead of watching your sister?”

That did it.

“I have been looking after her all week, dad. Okay?” He snapped. “She wants to run off, then that’s her problem, all right?” Neil licked the interior of his cheek, concealing his anger with an eerie façade. “She’s 13 years old. She shouldn’t need a full-time babysitter. And she is not my sister.” He turned to the radio. Stopping the music abruptly only to feel his heart drop to his stomach when Neil grabbed him by the colar of his shirt and slammed him against the shelves beside the closet.

“What did we talk about?” Asked Neil in a condescending tone. Practically whispering it in Billy’s face.

The teenager panted in anger and fear. He couldn’t answer fast enough when Neil slapped him in his left cheek, making him groan.

Susan, who once again couldn’t leave the scenario only looked the other way, feeling guilty for putting him in that situation but not doing anything fearing she could be in his position.

Neil grabbed Billy’s chin to force him to look at him before pointing with the same hand. “What. Did. We… talked about?” He made emphasis in each word.

“Respect and responsibility.”

“That is right.” Answered the man, pleased to have him under control once again. “Now, apologies to Susan.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Neil waiting for Billy while the blonde swallowed his pride and fear. “I’m sorry, Susan.” He said, never tacking his eyes from his father’s.

“It’s okay, Neil, really-“ she was interrupted when the man once again rises his voice.

“No, it’s not okay. Nothing about his behavior is okay. But he’s gonna make up for it.” He grumbled the last part. He finally stepped back to turn to look at Susan. “He’s gonna call whatever whore he’s seeing tonight and cancel their date.” He said as if it was the most normal thing to say. “And then he’s gonna go find his sister. Like the good, kind, respecting brother that he is.” He turned once again to his son, already finished with the humiliation. “Isn’t that right, Billy?”

Billy looked at his father with watery eyes hiding all that hate and anger he harbors towards the man. If only he could make him pay or just leave.

“It’s that right?” Yelled Neil when his first answer was only silence.

“Yes, sir.” He said softly.

Neil sighted in annoyance, leaning closer to his son. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes. Sir.” He repeated. This time with more courage.

“Find max.” Demanded Neil with finality turning around and leaving the room, intimidating Susan enough for her to step away from his way.

Billy finally let the tears spill once the door was slammed close and hit the wall beside him. He hated him with all his being. He wanted to fight back, punch him or something, but the last time he tried to do it didn’t end well for him.

Sucking his feelings up and drying his tears, he left his room to the back of the house. He thanked the heavens he parked the car in the back really close to were he needs to go. The shed.

Faster than he thought, Billy reached the wooden door and gentler than he wanted to, he opened the door (still slamming it open). “Hey, brat.” He grumbled once inside.

Magnus raised his head looking at him with wide eyes. He knew it was Billy the one walking (stomping) towards the shed. But it still surprised him when the teenage barged in the shed and called for his attention, loudly.

Billy opened his mouth about to yell but stopped. He didn’t want to scare the kid that looked like a frightened rabbit ready to bolt and end up running around like a headless chicken looking for Max for scaring him, or for his father to find him hiding a kid in the shed and get his butt kicked.

Instead he took a breath before talking. “Where’s Max?”

The answer he got was the kid blinking in bewilderment hugging a comic to his chest.

“Ugh, for fucks…” he mumbled under his breath. “Do you know where is Max?” He repeated in a gentler voice, clearly containing his annoyance.

Magnus nodded his head slowly. Max told him to not talk to Billy if he didn’t speak to him first, she didn’t say anything about not telling him where she is.

Billy raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Okay, and?”

“The old junkyard.” He answered softly.

Damn. Now he is in trouble. He doesn’t know where that is. He slightly fidgeted in his place. “Do you know how to get there?”

Magnus nodded a slowly, still with the comic in his hands.

“Okay, then get in the car.”

Magnus instantly light up. He didn’t care that Billy used a commanding voice, he was just happy to get a raid again.

The kid quickly rushed out of the shed as silent as a mouse with an annoyed teenager following him.

Billy was already donde for the night, but unfortunately and unknown for him, it would be the longest and most eventful life of his entire life.

Hope you like the new rout I’m taking with this story.

Kaiju no 8 | A Fallen Star

Prologue

Summary: Akira Shinomiya, a boy with shoes to big to fill. Finds what seems like impossible obstacles to fulfill his dreams. And what he isn’t aware of, is that times are turning even worse. Will he make it?

Warnings: gore and blood.

A/N: This is another idea that came to mind. Hope to finish this one.

A blond haired woman sighed in exhaustion. After a long day of work she was finally home to her family.

“Hey, I’m back.” She announced sitting by the door and taking off her shoes.

The family’s butler greeted her. “Welcome back home, Mi-“ his greeting was interrupted when a yellow blur flew by him and crash hugged the blonde’s face. That blur was none other than her daughter.

“MOMMY, WELCOME BACK.” Greeted the child with her high pitched voice.

Isao, the girls father, also went to greet her but stared scolding the child for jumping into her already exhausted mother. “Come now, Kikoru. Your mother is to exhausted to-“

Contrary to what he was saying, Hikari took her daughter’s hands and started spinning like a helicopter. “You’ve done it now, gosh darn it!!! Have you been a good girl you little scamp?!” Yelled Hikari with as much enthusiasm as her daughter while the little girl laughed.

Isao refrained himself from saying anything and sighed. He doesn’t understand how can they have so much energy.

“Today, guess what? Guess what? We watched TV in the shelter!” Started saying Kikoru with enthusiasm as her mother stopped spinning to hold her in front of her. “And everyone said you were cool mommy.”

Hikari was surprised for a moment. She knew the kaiju appeared in a city near her daughter’s school but she didn’t expect it to be that close. “No one was hurt?” She asked expectantly.

Kikoru shook her head. “Nope.”

Hikari smiled widely at the information. “That’s great news.” She cheered.

The little girls smile dimmed when she finally noticed something in her mother’s arm, a bandage. “Did you get hurt?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice while Hikari put her back in the floor.

The woman looked at source of worry of her daughter remembering the moment the kaiju caught her of guard with a sudden burst of power. “Yeah, today’s kaiju was a little strong. But I’m all right.” She assured while lowering the sleeve of her shirt to cover her bandage. She really wanted to keep all the dangerous staff away from her. But Kikoru’s next words showed her it was impossible.

“Mommy.” Said the girl, gaining her parents attention by her sudden seriousness. “I’m gonna join the defense force and I’m gonna save you.”

Hikari shared a surprised look with her husband before smiling. She was really their girl. She kneeled in front of Kikoru and gave her a soft smile and a pat on the head. “Okay then, Kikoru. And when you’re in trouble mommy will save you.” She promised her daughter.

Isao watched the interaction with a small smile. He didn’t know what he did to deserve them. His smile fell once he remembered someone in the second floor waiting for them.

“Kikoru, go wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready.” He instructed the child.

The little blond girl nodded before running to the nearest bathroom, leaving the adults in a somewhat solemn silence.

Hikari looked at her husband before asking. “How is Akira?”

Isao sighed softly, turning and walking to the stairs being followed by his wife. “As well a he can be.” Informed the man with his gravel voice. “He hasn’t stopped watching videos of the defense force fighting Kaijus.”

Hikari smiled slightly at that. Akira has always wanted to learn how to kill kaijus and the boy absorbs information like a sponge. Suddenly her smile dimmed. There was only one thing stopping him from doing it.

Once in the second floor Isao knocked on the big brown door before opening it. “Akira, your mother is here.” He announced.

Hikari breathed deeply before putting on a wide smile in her face. “Where is my handsome boy?” She exclaimed cheerfully as she entered the room.

The boy behind the desk, who was previously watching a hologram of a kaiju, gave her a big smile as his eyes brightened. “Mama.”

The little blond boy pushed himself from the table and moved around the table to greet his mother. Once the desk was no longer in his way Hikari saw a sight that repeatedly breaks her heart. Her son rolling his wheel chair towards her.

She kneeled before her son once he was close and gave him a warm hug. The type only a mother can give.

“I saw the news today. You were awesome mom.” Murmured the boy in his mother’s shoulder.

She released him and put a hand on his cheek, caressing the tiniest of scars underneath his eye. A cut long healed and barely visible. But for her, it could as well have been a big sigh in bold red letters as a reminder.

The day she was to late to protect her precious baby boy.

“Did you think so?” She asked softly.

The blond boy nodded his head eagerly. “I know so.” He affirmed. “Do you think some day I can be as cool as you?”

Hikari widened her smile, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest and the sting in her eyes. “I know you will.”

Isao watched with well hidden solemnly from the door. It hasn’t been that long since the accident, the regenerative tissue and his young body still have time to heal correctly. The boy just needs a little push.

Nock nock

The nocking in the door brought back General Isao from memory lane. He looked up from the screen of his computer, that displayed a picture of his family when they where still complete, and closed the computer. “Come in” he announced.

From the door came in a young man with blond hair and amber eyes, tall and muscular yet lean. His enforcer suit looks pristine clean, like a car recently cleaned.

The young enforcer carried two suitcases and put them gently on the floor once in front of the desk. The metal of the case clanged quite loudly due to its weigh.

“As requested general Shinomiya.” Informed the soldier standing straight.

Isao paused for a second looking at those eyes similar to his, and most importantly, the tiny scar below the left eye. Only now visible thanks to the rays of sun coming through the floor to ceiling windows.

“Very well.” He said as he stood up, walking around the desk and towards the exit. “Let’s pay a certain kaiju a visit.” The clang of metal was sing enough that the boy was following his steps.

The old man couldn’t help but watched through the side of his eye their reflection in the hall’s windows.

To think that the little boy came this far.

The same boy with round cheeks and big doe eyes now lost al that baby fat, giving a sharp look.

Akira inherited most things from his father. From his height to the way he walks.

And he thought he looked more like his mother when he was a kid.

Talking about kids. They’re about to meet the youngest Shinomiya after months of not seeing each other.

He wonders how much she has grown.

|An idea in lust|

Summary: Uzui had an idea in a heated moment with his partners, but it kind of back fired.

Pairings: Uzui + Wives + Husband OC (Hiroki)

Warnings: +18 content, implied smut, grammatical errors, bad lenguaje and polygamy romance.

Note: This is just an idea that I have. Who ever reads this, I'm sorry you found it.

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“We’re gonna try something new” said Uzui.

His three wives and husband paying attention to his words.

They were currently in the bedroom, about to do some hot stuff, but they were interrupted when Uzui got a new idea.

“What is it Tengen?” Asked Hiroki, putting his hands in Makio’s hips while she was in his lap.

“Choking” he announced with a cheer voice, earning confused sounds from the others.

“Wh-Why the sudden change…?” asked Hiroki, still with a huge blush on his cheeks.

“Why not?” The three wives and Hiroki looked an each other and shrugged. There was no rule against it so, yeah, why not. If it helps with the moment then let’s go with it.

Hinatsuru returned to kissing Uzui’s lips while Suma kissed his chest.

Meanwhile Makio looked a Hiroki and asked. “You wanna try too?”

The poor Hiroki blushed even more at the blunt question. It doesn’t matter how many times they do it, he still gets shy. “O-o-only if you want to…”.

Makio gave him a beautiful smile before kissing him in the lips with lust, all the while she grinded her hips in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle~” she said, making the heat rise inside Hiroki hearing her alluring voice. He closed his eyes enjoying the felling of her soft lips in his, but some grunts and whines in the other side of the room made open one eye. ‘What the hell?’ Thought Hiroki, unconsciously he stopped kissing back, confusing Makio.

“Why did you stop?” Hiroki took her face by her cheeks and turned her head around so she could see the same thing. Instantly her expression turned into a poker face. “Wha?”

Hinatsuru and Suma had their hands surrounding Tengen’s throat, trying to choke him but there he was, with a bored face and a hint of disappointment. Their hands were so small and weak that even with all their force combined it was fiutile.

“I… think you should go help them” said Hiroki to Makio, making her sigh and nod.

When she put her hands over her co-wife’s, Tengen showed a little bit of hope in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, now he could fell it.

But again, Makio’s face was turning red from the force and nothing happened.

Tengen let out a sigh and pushed all the hands away from his neck, get some downed expresiones from his wifes. “It’s okay girls. Seems like we’ll have to do something else” said Uzui.

Hinatsuru changed her expression in a moment and looked at her co-wifes noticing that they were already looking at her. Maybe they were thinking the same thing. All three of them turn to Hiroki, who was sitting, waiting patiently, while Tengen continued with his rambling.

“You know, we can try something else another day. But today we-“

Tengen’s rambling was cut when he was rammed into the wall with a big hand around his neck. The force used wasn’t enough to hurt but enough to shock him, making him close his eyes for a moment.

‘What was that?’ Thought Tengen. The moment he opened his eyes he was left speechless.

The owner of the hand was Hiroki. His white shoulder length hair fell on the side of his face and some strands stuck to his skin due to the thin layer of sweat, his eyes and skin shinning thanks to the light of the candles in the room, his blue eyes almost a deep purple and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Tengen”

Came Hirokis deep and low voice, making Tengen’s ears turn red. He was forced to close his legs when a dear friend between them started doing something it shouldn’t, at least not that fast.

“Tengen?”

Came again, but again he couldn’t speak.

“Tengen, are you okay??” Asked Hiroki, but this time with a panicking tone in the voice, finally getting Tengen out of his thoughts but still no answer.

“Hi-Hinatsuru, I think I hit him too hard-” said Hiroki, turning to his wifes, only to panic even more.

Makio and Hinatsuru were covering bloodied noses while Suma has already fainted due to blood loss.

“Su-Suma”

While Hiroki went to help the three girls, Tengen stayed in his place, debating what happened.

His co-husband almost made him cum with just one move. One effortless and flamboyant move. The same guy that is currently panicking is the same one from only a few seconds ago.

‘Is that even posible?’ Tengen asked himself. He looked down, getting a shocked face when he saw a wet stain in his yukata. ‘N-no way’

Tengen’s already flushed face got even redder from embarrassment, a feeling he never felt before… and for some reason he wants to feel it again.

•|A not so stolen youth|•

Stranger things / Prologue

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes.

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Sounded the clock in the wall. The most pronounced sound in the room of four withe walls.

The breath of the little boy seating in the chair came erratic. His whole attention was directed to the can in the table in front of him. Nothing more.

He didn’t pay attention to the man in a lab coat in the corner or how his nose stared to bleed due to the exertion. All he wanted to do was crush the empty can in front of him. Maybe move it an inch at least, but nothing happened.

Giving up, the boy let out a breath he has been holding since an amount of time he can’t deduce.

His eyes opened wide while fear stared crawling in all his body. The can didn’t change nor move an inch. That wasn’t good news.

He looked at the man in the corner, his arms were crossed and an expressionless façade was kept in his face. Oh, but that disappointment and annoyance was more than evident in his eyes.

The result of his failure was being dragged by the arms by two guards while he screamed for his father.

“Papa. No please.” He begged in distress. He knew what was about to come and he didn’t like it. “Please. I can do it.” Pleaded the 7 years old boy. Tears cascading from his beautiful blue eyes with pain. Not physical pain.

At the end of the corridor he was, almost, through inside a dark room. Instantly backing up until his back was against a wall. His knees lifted to his chest.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sight before him. The man he knows as his father holding the door at the entrance, looking at him with disappointment. “P-Papa.” He whispered.

The man’s expression changed to one of pain. Real or fake, he didn’t know. “This is for your own good thirteen.” Said the man. “I promise this will change.” The man grabbed the heavy door with force closing it even when the boys cries grew louder.

“No papa. Please. Don’t leave me.”

His pleads were futile. The man didn’t listen. He would never.

The darkness grew and grew until finally.

Clank.

The boy woke up startled and panting.

It happened again. He’s been out of the lab for almost a year now but the memories of what happens in there kept coming every night. Almost like a reminder that he’ll never be actually free.

He checked his surroundings, making sure that everything was in its place.

After running away from the lab during the chaos he found himself living in the junkyard of the city. Too afraid to go to far but staying in a place secluded enough to not be found. He has had to hide in other places sometimes because the teens of the neighborhood decide it’s a good place to hang out.

But luck is in his side.

At the moment.

He hasn’t been disturbed in almost a month and had manage to steal food without being noticed.

Talking about it. The kid of now 10 years old got out of the least wreaked car that has worked as his hiding place, patting the dust of his oversized hoodie. One that he may or may not have stolen. Just like his pants.

And shoes.

Either way.

He was ready to start another day.

He sat crisscross and happily munching on a bag of cereal at the back side of one of the stores in the town. One of his favorites.

The guy at the counter spends most of his time with weird things covering his ears and that seemed to nullify any sound on his surroundings. His eyes were occupied by a weird book with drawings in it.

It was so easy to stay outside and use his psychokinetic powers to sneak products out the store. The guy still haven’t found out.

He sniffed the boogers produced by the cold weather and passed the back side of his hand under his nose, cleaning the almost dried blood that he forgot to clean. It was getting colder and colder each day and the thin material of his hoodie wasn’t enough any more. And he has a slight idea of where he could hide.

Satisfied with his meal he rolled the wrap to save the remaining for later. It could be his dinner, because he woke up late it became his brunch.

He stud up ready for the journey. He made sure to stay away from de preying eyes of the curious people. Always keeping himself between the trees to make it easy to hide.

It took him some hours, already in the afternoon, to reach the neighborhood he was looking for, but finally his efforts weren’t in vain.

He let out a sigh once he identified the house. The house that has been unused for the months he’s been out of the lab. But the main house wasn’t his goal. His attention was in the small house on the back. The shed.

He doesn’t understand the purpose of a smaller house behind the big house but he wasn’t complaining. It was small and made of wood. Perfect refuge for the cold weather, just like last year.

He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled. He froze. It wasn’t empty like last year. It was loaded with boxes filled to the brim. This wasn’t part of his plans.

He took cautious steps inside, ready to use his powers in case. But when he entered, walking around some boxes to avoid falling he found nothing more.

He let his shoulders relax and decided to inspect the content of the boxes.

Curiously, most of it were metal scraps or what looked like metal scraps for him, some wooden furnitures and clothing fabrics. Not something he would expect to find in a place like that but he could put it to good use.

He turned, ready to go back to the junkyard and eliminate all evidence of his stay in the place, but he end up tripping with a metal pole which caused him and some boxes to fall and creat a ruckus in the small place.

A certain redhead that was formerly enjoying the peace and quiet on her new house, no parents, no annoying brother nor his noisy music coming from his bedroom, it was disturbed when she heard the commotion coming from behind the house.

“Ugh, not again.” Grunted the teenage.

She and her family have been in the house for only 3 days and that was the second time she has to take care of the raccoon.

She left her skate board, that she was formerly painting, and took the bat in the closet. Ready to kick some raccoons ass.

She frowned when she got close to the shed and the noise increased. It must be something really big to cause that noise. She tightened her hold in the bat, just in case.

The door was slightly ajar, letting the light of the outside enter.

The teen grabbed the door with caution and with a quick move, she opened it.

She froze in her place when she saw someone squeak in fright and crawl backwards until their back was against the wall.

“What the-“ she exclaimed.

It was a kid.

A really frightened kid. She could see it clear as the sky those big eyes looking at her like expecting to be beaten to death or something like that.

“Ammm” she started, unsure of what she should say. “Hello?”

The boy kept quiet, the only evident movement was the blinking. He even seemed like holding his breath.

Feeling bad for scaring him like that she lowered the bat and left it leaning in the door frame to show that she didn’t mean harm.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She reassured, but the kids demeanor didn’t change. “What’s your name?”

Once again the kid kept quiet. Obviously she wasn’t doing a good at appearing not threatening or the kid was to distrustful.

“Are you lost? I could… call someone if you like.” she recommended, but the fright in his eyes rose considerably.

“No, please. No.” He begged, stopping her before she could go back to the house. “Bad people can hear.”

The teenage blinked a few times. Bad people? Was the kid just playing hide and seek?

“Bad people?” She asked for confirmation.

Thirteen nodded once. “Papa.”

The redhead opened her eyes wide. She prays she misunderstood. Did that mean the kid was hurt by his dad? It’s not that imposible since she sees it happen in front of her every once in a a while in her own house so she could understand the fear.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to call anyone.” She reassured squatting in front of him to make herself look less threatening. And for a moment, she saw something other than fear in his eyes. “I’m max. What’s your name?”

The boy opened and closed his mouth, still doubting if he should give more information. But if she actually planed to hurt him she would have already done it, no?

“I’m thirteen.” He said in a small voice.

Max tilted her head. That wasn’t something she was expecting. “Thirteen? Like the number?” She asked again for confirmation, getting another nod from the kid. She bit her bottom lip in doubt. She needed more information to know what to do, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “Thirteen…” she got his attention. “Are you hiding from your father?”

The kid lowered his head in slight embarrassment. That sound like he was a bad kid. But he end up nodding too while playing with his fingers and the sleeves of the oversized hoodie in an attempt to make himself less nervous.

Max noticed the discomfort in the kid and tried to better change the subject. Unconsciously she made a decision. She’ll help the kid the way no one helped her brother. “Hey, do you like comics?” She asked lightheartedly.

The kid looked up at her, not knowing what a comic was. “Comics?” He said.

Max nodded. “Yeah, like books with drawings that help tell the story.” She noticed the way the kids expression was filled with more confusion instead of the contrary. “You don’t know what a comic is?” The boy shook his head.

She stood up, kind of exited to show her new comics. “Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back.” She walked slowly backwards but once she was outside she ran to her room, leaving the kid blinking at her.

He has been worried for a whole year that the bad people might find him, the first posibilite that always came to his mind once he made contact with someone was that he was going to be sent back to the lab straightaway. Not this.

But she looked kind, unlike the people in the lab. Her long read hair and her smile with crooked teeth made a comforting combination. Maybe the reason he didn’t disappear once she left him in there was because he believed her. Or maybe it was just because he was tired of hiding.

Whatever it was. He didn’t expect what this meeting would unleash for the future.

Hi, I hope I don't bother you by asking this because I feel like it might be weird for other people: I really liked the oneshot of the reader as a spiderman from a universe where it's giant that you made and I don't know if you could make one where you can make another in the same universe and that the protagonist is half related to the reader Spider-Man (perhaps as a cousin or friend) who knows that he is Spider-Man and that in that universe they are like the Scarlet Witch?

Again, I hope you don't mind me asking for this, it's just that I loved it and I want to order a little more of that story. Also it can be hender neutral because you only put that you can do Male reader so I'm asuming you can do gender neutral (if you want or can)

Uff, that'll be difficult. I can tray to do a short one shot but I fear I won't reach your expectations. It'll take me some time, tho. But just to clarify.

You want a one shot about a scarlet witch GN reader with a platonic relationship with spiderman? Like an interaction between them in their universe?

Something like that?

Finding purpose | Male OC (or male reader) Chap 4

Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they're doing.

Pairings: Jake sully × Oc (friendship), Tsu'tey × Oc (friendship), Neytiri × Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of death, manipulative behavior, use of drugs, bad ways of coping mechanisms and obscene language.

Note: - This is not a request and it's the translation of the original story in wattpad. - My native language it's not English - The Oc's name is Eli Thompson. - Edited

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With the second day at Pandora over, the soldiers documented their experiences of what they saw and felt while driving an avatar for the first time. It wasn't anything as detailed as a scientist would describe with the technical names of the neural connection between bodies or something. It was simple. They described it as an experience that couldn't be expressed with enough words or an experience that would blow anyone's mind. They called it a day and proceeded to fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The next day, the routine began like the previous one, they got up, took a bath and went to the cafeteria to eat.

But they never expected that after eating they would be directly called by a pilot to follow them to an area that they are already more familiar with from their years in the army, proclaiming that the colonel wanted to see them.

The woman introduced herself to them as Trudy, detailing that by orders of who they were going to see, she would be the designated pilot for the expeditions that involved them.

"You guys are packing some heavy gear." Jake commented as he saw the ammunition that was being loaded into the Samsun that she indicated as hers.

On the other hand, Eli was looking around, almost feeling nostalgic. Comfortable in his environment, but that did not bring him the best feelings. The last time he was in a place like this was when he presented his resignation letter caused by the disaster on his last mission. The same mission that almost took his life.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered it.

"Yeah. That's 'cause we're not the only thing around out there. Or the biggest." Trudy replied, with a small tone of amusement at the end. "I need you as gunners. Protocol generally asks me to take 2 soldiers for 1 scientist, but we are short staffed. You would be a lot of help tomorrow."

Eli turned to look at the woman with surprise, but a hint of relief. He wasn't cut out for science and he had to confess that he missed the adrenaline. So much time without being a Marine is already starting to take its toll on him. "Do they really have weapons but enough for avatars?" Eli asked.

Trudy gave him a toothy smile. She almost felt like she was seeing a child after being told that there are going to be gifts for Christmas. "You'd be surprised what toys the RDA can make. Fill out an application saying it's to improve mission performance and they'll give you whatever you want."

Jake nodded in satisfaction. Even if his avatar body was not his own, the idea of entering a hostile forest unarmed only to experience his death firsthand was not the best of ideas. "Well then, you can count on us." Jake said, responding to the request made a few seconds ago. Eli nodded.

"Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." She ended the conversation by stopping in front of a slightly more private section among all the mess caused by the army. She pointed to a man exercising in the corner. "There's your man. See you on the flight line." As a last act, she bumped fists with them to say goodbye.

Both soldiers approached the boss, stopping at the metal frame of the security-like cage created for those who wish to exercise and remain out of danger from the rest of the machinery in the place. "You wanted to see us, Colonel?"

"This low gravity'll make you soft…" the colonel began to speak while still doing the bench presses. His voice came out slightly with difficulty due to the effort of speaking and lifting weight. "You get soften…" to give more drama to the moment, Quaritch roughly put the weights in its place, sat up and looked them in the eyes very seriously. "Pandora will shit you out dead with zero warning."

Eli mentally snorted. He had already heard a lot about how dangerous the planet is, but no one had told him how good it could be and he is beginning to believe that someone ordered them to specifically tell them that just to scare them. To mess with the rookies or something like that.

The Colonel stood up and walked until he was in front of them. "You have a lot of courage showing up in this neighborhood." Both soldiers remained silent. The man's tone showed that he was not finished. "You are the best proof that a soldier cannot be defeated… Both wounded in combat and look where you are." Quaritch walked past them and held out his hands for emphasis to show where they were. On the most hostile planet known to man.

"It's just another hell, sir." Jake answered as he turned the chair around.

Quaritch smiled at the attitude. That fearless look is just what he needed to see to continue with his plan. With a nod he indicated for them to follow him. "I was first recom myself. A few years ahead of you. Well, maybe more than a few. Three tours Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here?…" he turned around walking backwards to point at his scar on the side of his head. "Day one. Think i felt like a shavetail louie? Yeah."

Eli nodded his head, turning to see some soldiers pulling a weapon big enough for the robot suits like the one they were walking to at that moment. A weapon the same size as his body and he bets 3 times heavier.

"Oh, the could fix me up, if I rotated back. And make me pretty again." He paused to climb onto one of the robot's legs and gave it a few strong tugs to test its resistance. Satisfied with the result, he turned back to the couple of friends. "But you know what? I kind of like it. Reminds me every day what's waiting out there."

Before he began climbing the robotic suit, he signaled for the soldiers to ride the elevator next to the suit and stay out of the way.

"The avatar program is a bad joke. Bunch of limp-dick science majors. However..." his voice came out with difficulty as he climbed up the suit until finally falling inside. "It does present an opportunity both timely and unique."

Eli crossed his arms and leaned on one leg to pay attention. The platform he had stood on with Jake finally stopped at the Colonel's level.

"CLEAR." The man shouted as he grabbed the controls of the machine. Someone behind the ex-Marines yelled for them to clear the area. The Colonel pressed the buttons on the panel, satisfied when the engine came to life. "Recon gyrenes in avatar bodies. That's a potent mix. Give me the goose bumps." He said with the slightest laugh in his words. He seemed to find the situation amusing. "Men like that would give me the intel I need, right on the ground. Right on the hostiles' camp" After calibrating the controls to his liking, he turned to the soldiers in a slightly more serious tone. "Listen. I want you to learn these savages from the inside. I want you to gain their trust. I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won't."

The Colonel's tone did not give room to refute anything, it was directly an order without mentioning that it is an order. Something that neither of them liked. But they are soldiers, they are used to it.

Jake followed up with an important question. "Are we still with Augustin?"

"On paper. Yeah, you walk like one of her science pukes, you quack like one, but you report to me. Can you do that for me lads?"

The newcomers turned to look at each other. One look was enough to know that they both agreed.

"Yes, sir," they both answered instinctively. This loyalty brought a satisfied smile to the superior's face.

"Well, all right, then." With a wave of his glove, the Colonel turned on the robot. He brought his hands to his chest and threw some well-calculated punches, making the suit perfectly imitate his movements.

Jake and Eli backed up a little in the elevator to avoid being hit by accident.

Pleased with the adjustments to his suit, he turned it around to face the former Marines, placing his hands on his waist. Not even his suit seemed to prevent the Colonel from moving with confidence.

"I take care of my own. You get me what I need and you will get what your nation denied you."

The words the Colonel had used had been intentional. He read both of their files in order to not only understand who they are, but to understand how they think. He wants them to know that they are no longer on earth and that under his control he promised to give them more importance.

And they both completely believed it.

"To you Jake." The Colonel began. "I can give you your legs. Your real legs." Mentioning the limbs, the man aimed at Jake's human legs, using the robot. He then turned to Eli. "And to you, corporal. I will make sure that your nation gives you the recognition and apology you deserve. What do you think?"

Both soldiers nodded at the same time and responded. "Yes sir."

"Good." Ending the conversation, he closed the lid of the cabin with his metallic hand, turned around and turned to continue on his way, leaving the two with a lot to think about but only one conclusion.

They have a new mission.

Small big problem

Pairings: Peter B. Parker x giant spiderman reader (platonic), Mayday x giant spiderman reader (platonic).

Summary: Some times is easy to to forget that even the strongest can be vulnerable.

Warnings: none.

A/n: this is my first time writing straight and purely in English, and it’s freaking hard when it’s not your native language. All my respect for the people that can.

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In the spiderverse, a place of infinite possibilities, it’s easy to find every kind of people. Different Spider-Mans with different abilities.

There are different variants like Miguel with his claws and fangs, like Hobby with an always present distinction in his movements typical of his dimension, Jessica with her webs that come out of her fingertips and fights on a motorcycle or Margot with her avatar that has a physical and tangible form. Then there are the common variants like Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy. But even then, knowing of the possibilities, it was big shock for Miguel, Jess and Peter B. to land on a dimension were everything was huge. It was even more shocking to find the anomaly they were chasing, being pinned down by the big hand of the universe’s Spiderman.

But surprises don’t end there.

The moment he took off his mask in front of the team, every one was left speechless.

“Sooo…” started Jess.

Finally coming out of his shock, Peter smiles watching a young, smiling and fresh face under the mask. “Yep, a new teammate.”

Y/n rises both his eyebrows in slight confusion when both spider people turned towards the bigger guy among them. Because to him, they were all still small. His always been the tall kid in everything, but he totally feels like a giant in front of 3 people standing on an AC engine to stand shoulder height level with him. Basically, they were like 12 inches action figures to him.

Miguel, on the other hand, wasn’t thrilled to the idea of including another hormonal teenager to the society.

“Absolutely not.” he stated, turning his back on them and start messing with the watch.

Peter was the first to start arguing. “Oh come on. Big guy here-“ he said while pointing with his head at the young giant. “handled the anomaly effortlessly. He could totally be a good asset.”

Jess crossed her arms over her almost unnoticeable baby bump. “I agree with Peter in this.”

Miguel sighted turning around. “No. I already let you two persuade me to let Hobbie, Gwen and Pavrit into the society. I don’t need another teenager.” He said, making hand gestures to make emphasis in his point.

“Umm…” the three adults turned to the young boy when he got their attention. “If I may ask. What is this team you are talking about?”

Miguel opened his mouth under his mask to answer but was beaten by Peter. “It’s supper cool. You’re gonna love it kid. We are part of a society that reunites variants of Spiderman from different universes to protect the multiverse.”

“Wait, so- the theory of multiverses is real?” Asked the young one.

Peter, being the science nerd he is, started to explain. “Yeah. Miguel-“ he said, pointing at the líder of the group. “-our boss, leads mostly everything in there. He’s the only Spiderman that’s not funny, but everyone else is, so don’t worry. And it’s incredible to work with the other variants. Entertaining. But you should-“

“It’s not supposed to be fun or entertaining.” Interrupted Miguel with his authoritative voice. “This is serious. The multiverse is under our protection-“

“Ugh, and there you go again.” Complained Peter like a kid. “Killjoy. You keep repeating and repeating the same thing…”

While Peter and Miguel kept discussing the matter at hand like a married couple, Jessica and Y/n shared some glances between them. The younger asking ‘Is this normal?’ with his eyes, to which she replied ‘you have no idea’ with her own look.

Kind of feeling guilty for causing the discussion, Y/n tried to fix it. “It’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t think it would work.” He talked again, gaining the attention of the team. “You seem pretty surprised by my size. Which makes me think that the rest of the dimensions are on a smaller scale. It’ll be difficult or strange for the people in those dimensions to suddenly see a big Spiderman”

Peter turned to Miguel and threw him a bad look. “And now you made him feel bad.”

Miguel made his mask disappear just so Peter could see his offended expression. He can’t be serious, right?

Jess and Y/n felt the need to face palm so hard in that moment.

Long story short, Miguel ended up giving in and accepted the young Spiderman in the society.

The first days were something.

Most were intimidated merely by his height, that is until they all saw the friendly face under the mask when he took it off. But a special gang was the most interested in the newbie. Hobie, Pav and Gwen. The same teenagers Miguel was complaining about. He could understand why, the gang has too much energy for the poor man to handle. That’s why he has taken in to his own hands, the task to entertain the group whenever they are in his office.

Partly he does it so he doesn’t get in Miguel’s bad side and on the other hand, he wants to help the boss whose hate for life seems to grow every passing day.

Other than being busy with the gang, everything else was going perfectly fine.

He was called on difficult missions with Miguel, Jess and Peter B. after checking that the mission site is spacious enough for him to move. Or even leading his own missions with Gwen, Pav and Hobie. The last one was the hardest to convince to follow instructions, but he found a way to convince him to do what he wants without him even noticing, at least not until it was already done. Reverse psychology is what worked the most.

Until there was a problem. Hobie and Gwen were called to move a doc Oc anomaly to another universe in order to fight without causing damage to the surroundings. But they didn’t expect for the anomaly to have such an advanced technology so they called for back up, aka, Y/n.

But they forgot to mention a small detail.

The anomaly was in Lego Spider-Man’s dimension.

Y/n had such a heart attack when he came flying out of the portal and instantly had to calculate the landing to avoid destroying everything.

It was inevitable.

His foot alone covered the whole street.

Back up for the back up was needed, and seconds later Jess and spider byte appeared taking care of the situation.

But poor Y/n still was left with the horrified faces of the citizens in his mind. He doesn’t know how many bit the dust because of his mistake because there were to many casualties caused by the anomalies attack. It was a miracle that Lego Spider-Man’s dimension didn’t disappear.

Gwen and Hobie were scolded for how careless they were in their decision making once they returned.

Y/n didn’t leave his own dimension for a week with Miguel’s permission to stay out of missions until further notice.

It took the whole gang and spider Lego himself to convince him to go back to the HQ.

It was hilarious for him to see the relieved face of Miguel when he again was in charge of the teenagers. Poor man felt like he was one step away from strangling them all.

It took some time and encouragement from those who care about him but everything went back to normal. Dealing with anomalies and protecting tiny people, training with different variants of Spider-Mans that were brave, confident or stupid enough to face him, and last, the most fun thing to do is invite the gang to his universe just to see them mess around with things bigger than them. His locked screen picture is a selfie he took with them holding or eating a slice of pizza half their size.

But just like with any normal human being, there are good days and bad days. Just like the present.

Y/n dedicated himself to roam in the halls of the HQ trying to clear his mind of his thoughts while he waited for a call from any Spiderman in need of back up.

There has been some things troubling him at home. The need of silence and time brought him to the training zone.

Due to the busy day, most of the spider variants are out, dealing with things in their own dimension or chasing anomalies. That left the HQ almost empty, even the training zone.

He went to the machine that simulates carrying to trains and sat down letting his feet dangle from the edge.

Many would think that being Spiderman means not having to deal with common problems. That everything is about villains and training with cool super powers. But they forget that under the mask, there’s a normal teenager with normal problems.

But still problems.

“There you are.”

Y/n flinched in his place when he heard the voice so close behind him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone anymore.

When he turned he found Peter B. walking towards him with his always smiling baby attached to his chest.

“It’s unusual to not see you with the teenage gang during missions.” Said Peter watching his daughter impatiently kicking her legs. His smile faltered when he didn’t recibe an answer from the young giant. He looked up encountering Y/n staring at his baby with an unreadable look. Not in a bad way but still worrying. “You okay kid?”

Y/n was startled out of his thoughts. He looked away and fiddled his fingers, putting a smile in his face that didn’t reach his ears. “Yeah, yeah. Just- you know… thinking.” Said the teenage with some insecurity. “The usual.”

Peter rises an brow at the down attitude. That is totally not the usual.

Normally, whenever the giant boy sees Mayday or Jess swollen belly there’s instantly a smile in his face. But today doesn’t seem like the case.

“Hey, everything okay?” Asked the father. “Because that doesn’t sound like the usual.”

He saw Y/n’s shoulders tense up when he was caught and he didn’t like it. That meant that something is bothering him.

In a silent message that he is not leaving, Peter sat down beside the boy, looking at the hyperactive Mayday to avoid putting pressure on the teenage.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Y/n visibly deflated at those words, letting out a sigh. “It’s just-“ the words got stuck in his throat, unable the let them out. “No, forget it. It’s something stupid.” Dejectedly, he placed his elbows on his knees.

Peter put a hand on the boys side, in a reassuring way. It was the only place he could reach. “If it’s bordering you I doubt it’s stupid.”

Both of the males turned to look at Mayday when she stared fussing in the carrier. Her little hands swaying in the boys direction.

“Oh look. Little Parker here noticed that someone is sad.” Said Peter while taking his baby out of the carrier. He bounce her up and down, managing to get a laugh out of her. Instantly, better than a charm, there was a smile in Y/n’s face. But just like before, his smile slipped of his lips, returning to that indecipherable look.

Suddenly a lightbulb light up in Peters head. He stood up with Mayday in his hands and held her in front of him. “Hold her.” He said.

The sudden request startled the big guy, making him jump in his place and lean away from Peter. “What?”.

“Hold her.” He said again, bringing her nearer.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh come one. It’s rejuvenating.” Y/n shifted a little to the side when Peter walked closer.

“N-No. I’m serious. It’s not a good-“

“Here” in a swift movement, Peter put his baby in the teenager’s arm. Mayday’s spider ability did the rest. She stuck to Y/n’s spider suit.

The poor giant froze in his place, he even stoped breathing in fear of blowing her away or something like that.

He may like the baby, but he’s never hold a baby, much less one this small. He is truly terrified that he’ll hurt her. She is just so small.

Both males’ attention was on the baby that stared crawling with curiosity in the new surface. She looked happy to be freed of her fathers baby prison in his chest.

Y/n, instinctively put a big hand under the baby, in case she fell, finally letting out a breath.

When she actually let herself fall and land on her back on the hand, y/n had a mini heart attack. But ultimately let a sigh of relief when she let out a giggle.

To be more comfortable, y/n brought Mayday in front of him and put his free hand below the other just in case.

Peter felt accomplished when he saw that smile in the young one’s face again. “See? Everything’s okay.”

Y/n’s smile widened when Mayday grabbed his thumb and hug it like one of her plushies. She truly is adorable. With her fluffy and curly red hair she looks like a little peach in the palm of his hand. A small baby of the size of his middle finger.

“I’m going to be a big brother.” Blurted out suddenly the teenage.

Peter blinked a few times at the declaration before finally processing. “Congratulations kid. That’s cool. Your gonna be a big sibling.” Said the man, rising his hands in celebration.

The big smile in his face waved when he saw that expression in the teenage’s faces.

“Or not?” He said a little bit unsure.

Y/n kept looking at the baby hugging and chewing his thumb. Always making eye contact with her. “It is good.” He brought his free hand closer to the other, tickling her soft chubby tummy, earning a squeal from her. “It’s the almost inexistente relationship between my mother and I that worries me.” He finally confessed.

It may have been only a few words, but the relief that brought him was evident in the way his shoulders slumped. Finally he could talk about it.

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Peter took a seat beside the young giant in a silent sigh that he is paying attention.

“When my father died, we unconsciously stared to distance ourselves from each other. And when we realized what was happening we tried to fix it but…” Y/n physically grimace at the memories. “It was so painfully awkward between us.”

Peter’s eyes softened when the teenager took one hand of his daughter between his thumb and index. Softly caressing the chubby palm.

“And then there’s Tom.” The adult gave him a questioning look, not knowing who is Tom. “He… is my stepfather.” The teenager clarified.

“Is he a bad person?” Asked Peter a little confused why it seems like something is happening.

“No, actually no. Totally the opposite.” Y/n sighed again. “He is a good guy. He loves my mother, makes her happy and everything.”

Mayday grabbed the index that kept her arm trapped, as a way of revenge. She wrapped her arms and legs around the finger before it was lifted.

The adorable baby giggle when she was moved up and down, always keeping a hand below her for protection. The sight brought a smile to the faces on those present.

“In short, he is good for her. But he trays way too hard to be on my good side to the point it becomes really uncomfortable. And now with the baby…” At last, after everything being said, he turned to look at Peter.

The adult didn’t need the teen to finish the sentence to understand what he meant. “You fear that gap between you will only widen.”

Y/n nodded.

Peter’s gaze softened at the simple yet complicated problem. He’s had a few of those and there’s always a way to clear it.

“Look kid. Let me tell you something” Said Peter, putting a hand in Y/n’s elbow again. “I may not know your mother, but if there’s something being a father and married has thought me…”

As if knowing what her father is saying, Mayday squealed while attaching a web in Y/n’s finger to let herself dangle between his hands.

“Is that, a parent’s love knows no limits.”

Y/n nodded understanding. It was right, after what happened with his father the same year he became Spiderman, his mother became a single mother who worked overtime just to pay the bills.

She could have just sent him to an orphanage or call social services. But she didn’t. She fought to give him a good future.

“But you should talk to her.” Said Peter again catching his flying baby when she swung to her father’s arms, startling the poor boy. “We know our kids more than anyone else. But we still can’t read minds.” Concluded the father.

Simple words with a heavy bust of confidence were delivered.

Y/n let out a chuckle. He couldn’t believe it. The goofiest spider dad he has ever met actually made him feel better.

“Thanks. That actually helped.” He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air and straightening his back.

“By the way.” Started Peter again. “You held Mayday without her making a fuss. Have you considered being a babysitter?” The ridiculously out of the blue question with his serious face made Y/n snort and shake his head. “No, I’m serious. Mayday loves you and MJ and I have been planning to go on a date for months but there’s no one we trust enough you know. With her having super powers and all.” Quickly explained Peter while bouncing his baby.

Y/n rolled his eyes with a smile. “I’ll think about it Peter. But no promises.”

In celebration, Peter threw May in the air. “Yes.” He caught the squealing baby.

“If that is the case, I’ll totally have to make an appointment beforehand.” Said a feminine voice behind them.

They turned finding the very pregnant spider woman of the society.

“Why did I suddenly became a babysitter material?” Asked the teenager in fake annoyance.

Jess smiled up at him. “You always were. With babysitting the young spider gang and everything. You’ll just babysit a real baby this time.” She said with obviousness in her voice.

Y/n nodded his head, accepting his reality.

Peter turned to Jessica, standing up with Mayday finally in the carrier again. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in stand by ordered by Miguel.”

“Miguel needs a hand in the mission. Three pairs of hands to be exact.” She clarified while starting to introduce the coordinates in her watch.

“What? Is the boss getting his butt kicked?” Joked Y/n standing up.

“Seems so. Let’s move.” Ordered the woman.

After the portal big enough for them was opened, the three were launched through the multiverse.

Y/n doesn’t know how it feels to be normal and thinking civil problems are the biggest weight his shoulders could ever carry.

But he does know that being Spiderman is something he would never give up.

He could never give this awesome people in the society up.

He would give his life first.

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Amaterasu | Jujutsu kaisen

Chapter 1

Summary: This is the story of the sun and moon's child. A, not at all, normal kid that found himself participating in the world of sorcery and under the guidance of the strongest sorcerer. Sort of.

Character: Male OC

Warnings: Mentions of death.

A/n: I ask you to take into account that l lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

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“A new student?” Asked the teenage red head nonchalant. His voice came muffled by the rim of the can in his mouth. The now student leaned his head back compelatly to drink the rest of the beverage.

“Mmhm. And I need you to keep an eye on him.” Answered Gojo sensei. The man smiled when he saw the boy shaking the can over his mouth to take until the last drop while humming to what the teacher was saying. The red head even had the audacity to look inside the can looking for more.

The boys obsession with unhealthy beverages was more than evident. “What grade is he?”

Gojo walked to the boy lazily seating in his couch and replaced the can with a strawberry mochi he recently bought. “Special grade.”

Kimura whistled in wonder finally looking at Gojo. “Such a task for little ol’ me?”

Gojo smirked. “Well, I wanted my strongest student to help with such an important task.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. It’s not that uncommon to get praised by the strongest sorcerer but…

“And since Inumaki is busy.” Shrugged Gojo.

Kimura snorted. Yep, that’s more like it. He bit the mochi, actually pleased by the slight sour taste mixed with the sweet.

“So?” Asked the older still standing next to the student catching his attention again. “Wanna help?”

The younger’s shining eyes glowed with amusement, looking intensely towards his guardian. “As long as the rookie doesn’t have a stick up his ass I don’t see a problem.”

Satoru laughed at the boy’s answer. He already knew he would agree since the beginning. It’s always been like that. Him trusting the kid with small tasks and Kimura agreeing. The part of asking came more out of respect than anything.

“By the way, I’ll need the new student’s information that the school collected. You tend to forget things.”

Gojo pouted. “How mean.~”

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The first year students were currently in their classroom waiting for the teacher. None of them seemed to mind the tardiness, they were more interested in panda’s information about a new student.

“Did you hear about the transfer student coming today? They say he stuffed four of his classmates into a locker.” Mentioned Panda with certain uneasiness in his voice.

The Kimura boy put his arm in the table leaned his chin in his hand, not really paying attention to the conversation.

“He killed them?” Said Maki, asking the important cuestión.

Toge was equally as intrigued for the answer. “Okaka?”

“No, but gravely injured, apparently.” Panda reassured.

Maki didn’t seem that surprised nor interested by the answer. “Hmmm… well, if he’s cocky, I’ll wring him out.”

“Shake.”

Suddenly the three of them turned to the only one not participating in the conversation.

“What do you know about the new student, Akio?” The mentioned turned his head to his classmates, looking at them from behind the shades Gojo gifted him years ago, the same ones the man used when he was a student. “What did the idiot tell you?”

“Why do you assume he told me anything?” He asked honestly intrigued.

“Everyone knows you are Gojo’s favorite student. He trusts you anything. Now. Answer.” Said the only female in the place bluntly.

“Hmmm… well, other than what you already know… he told me-“ the red head was interrupted when the strongest sorcerer opened the door loudly and came rushing inside with a lot of energy.

“Here I am, my precious students.” Weirdly, (more than normal) he stared making gestures dramatically exaggerated like an announcer. “I’ll now… be introducing… the transfer student! Everyone, get excited!”

No one was exited.

“Get exited.” He pleaded in a whisper.

The Kimura boy smiled before speaking. “Maybe we’ll get excited once we meet the student.” He suggested.

“That won’t happen.” Said Maki, she was already tired and the classes just began. “I heard he’s an awfully sour one. I’m not going to create the mood for someone like that.” She readjusted herself in her sit, crossing her legs to one side and leaning her elbow on the back of her sit.

Akio sighted as he brushed his wolf cut hair with a hand. Yep, that’s so Maki of her.

“Shake”

Panda only hummed, agreeing with Maki.

Gojo sighted in defeat at the lack of excitement of the class. But what could he do? “Oh, well. Come on in!” He called.

Maki then rested her cheek on her palm now leaning on the table as she looked at the door, Gonna give him the silent treatment.

The door slide open softly contrary to what they felt the moment Yuta stepped foot inside.

A thick wave of cursed energy crashed against their senses. While Maki and Toge stared to sweat cold Panda was frozen in his place. Yuta doesn’t know how to keep his cursed energy from leaking out of him and it’s evidently affecting them.

Akio for his part, felt goosebumps arise on his nape. A primal instinct to challenge the newcomer and reaffirm his status as the strongest student made itself present. He definitely was excited now.

Unfortunately, all of that disappeared…

“I’m Okkotsu Yut-“

Once his classmates jumped against the boy. They didn’t even let him introduce himself.

Maki pierced the chalkboard with her spear, right next to Yuta’s head. Panda and Toge where by her side ready to back her up. “Is this some kind of test? You’re cursed.”

Akio turned to the calm looking sensei. His mission is to keep an eye on the boy (take care of him) but he never expected to have to protect him even from his friends.

The white haired man turned to the boy when he felt a stare and gave him a smile as he raised a hand, discreetly telling him to watch and leave it to him. Maybe.

Akio sighted again. He needs a sweet beverage.

“This is a place to learn curses. It’s not a place for the cursed to be.” Declared Maki with hostility.

Yuta looked taken aback and Akio had an idea why, so he spoke. “The number of people that die mysterious deaths or go missing in Japan is over 10,000 a year on average. Most of those are casualties of curses born from the negative emotions of people.” He leaned back crossing his arms and spreading his legs to get comfortable in his sit. “Among them are also malicious cases caused by curse users. Only curses can affect other curses. This where we learn curses to exorcise curses: Tokyo jujutsu High School.”

By the end of the speech Yuta lost all color on his face looking at Gojo. Tell me that ahead of time!

“Aaaaand you forgot to tell him that.” Ended Akio as they all turned to the culprit of the misunderstanding. Gojo, raised a hand in an apologetic way.

He seriously has a problem with forgetting important things.

Until he remembered one little important thing. “Oh, you all should back away quickly.” He suggested confusing the three students formerly threatening the newcomer.

Their questions were answered when a pair of hands came out of the chalkboard forcing them to step back.

“Do not…”

“Wait! Rika-chan!” Begged Yuta.

“…bully Yuta!” She attacked.

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Long story short, Rika end up giving them a good bonk in the head, and the classroom was trashed. Even Akio had to stand next to Gojo when a chair was thrown in his direction.

“So as you can see, this is the boy cursed by Rika-chan, who just loves him…” Gojo made exaggerated gestures again. “Okkotsu Yuta-kun! Be nice to him, everyone!”

The three students hit in the head where annoyed. Akio was indifferent, he already knew. And Yuta looked close to fainting.

“If you attack Yuta, Rika-chan’s curse will activate… or not. Either way, be careful, everyone.”

Akio covered his snort faking a cough when his friends glared at him. And you’re telling them now?

Gojo turned to Yuta. “These guys are being all rebellious…”

“Oi.” Groaned Akio.

“Except for him” he added in a rush. “…so I’ll introduce them quick-like.”

Yuta listened atently but he had a feeling not even all his attention would save him from his teacher’s antics. And unknown to him, he was right.

Gojo pointed at Maki with his hand. “This is the cursed tool user, Zen’in Maki. She uses special tools to exorcise curses.” He turned to Toge. “This is the cursed speech user, Inumaki Toge. He can only speak in rice ball ingredients, so good luck conversing.” Said student raised a hind in greeting. “This is panda.” He added bluntly.

“I’m Panda. Nice to meet you.” Emphasized the puppet.

“And last but not least. The most experienced in cursed energy and the current strongest student in the school, Kimura Akio. He’ll be in charge of teaching you when I’m not around.” Announced the withe haired man pointing at the remaining student.

Even if you are around, though the tree other students.

“What do you mean by ‘current’?” Even though his words came bluntly he had a smile on his face. Fortunately for Yuta, the teenager’s calm posture with his hands in his pockets and smile, reassured him enough. “Welcome to the school Yuta-kun.”

“Well, there you have it.” Finalized Gojo, bumming Yuta.

He didn’t give me the explanation I wanted the most, cried the boy in his head. He wanted an explanation about the talking panda.

“Okay, now there are five first-years!” Yuta moved to stand next to Akio, the only one who didn’t attack him before, getting a smile from him. “For your afternoon jujutsu practice, you’ll be working in groups.” He raised his hands showing two fingers in one hand and three in the other. “First, Toge and Panda.”

The mentioned nodded. They’ve already worked together before.

“Maki, Yuta and Akio.” He announced.

Maki made a displeased sound that had Yuta jumping in his place. She just voiced disgust?!

Akio put his hand in the boy’s shoulder in a reassuring way, managing to calm him down, slightly.

“Now…” Gojo clapped his hands. “Go get ready.”

Without a word, the first years walked out of the trashed classroom to retrieve their things, all expect for the Akimura boy.

“I thought you would be in charge of supervising Yuta’s first mission. Why am I teamed up with him?” Asked the younger of the two once he was sure the others wouldn’t hear them. He leaned against the rim of a window. Sending two special grade sorcerers to keep Yuta in check seemed like overkill. If he was going that meant Gojo wasn’t.

Gojo’s smile dimmed slightly. “Toge and Panda are stronge, but I have a feeling the elders want to measure Panda’s capabilities.” His tone, as well as his expression, soured. He didn’t like the idea of his teacher being the elder’s target. “Their condition to Yuta’s freedom was someone capable of stoping him supervising his first week of missions. They want to know if he has a chance at controlling Rika. That’s where you come in.” Gojo turned his face to look at Akio, even though they had bandages and shades on, they looked into each others eyes. “I need you to guide him while I watch over Panda.”

Akio stayed silent for a moment processing the severity of the situation. A young boy’s life and their school’s principal were at stake.

The red headed nodded once. He won’t fail. “I won’t disappoint you.”

I know you won’t, thought Gojo relieved smiling softly.

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After an awkward drive to their destination, where Maki looked out the window to avoid looking at the newcomer sitting next to her and the red head kept himself busy with his phone in the copilot sit, they finally arrived.

Yuta almost sighted in relief until he found himself confused by their location.

Maki and Yuta followed the red head currently occupied with his phone, exchanging messages with Gojo at the opposite side of the country.

“Am, excuse me. Where are we?” Asked Yuta finally braking the seemingly endless silence.

Akio and Maki stopped and looked at him over their shoulders. Maki huffed before continuing, leaving Akio to deal with the rookie.

Akio smiled softly at the boy. But not even that reassured the boy after what he heard. “This is an elementary school where some children have gone missing.” He informed before continuing walking after Maki, forcing Yuta to do the same to not be left behind.

“M-missing?” Flinched the boy.

Akio nodded not looking back. “It happens in places like this. It’s probably the work of a naturally-occurring curse.” The young sorcerer stopped once they reached Maki. They were finally in the right place to start. In the middle of the school’s yard.

“You’re saying the kids were kidnapped by a curse?”

The Kimura boy nodded as he looked at Yuta again. The poor rookie looked really out of place. “Yeah. Two children have gone missing so far.”

“Curses tend to settle in spots that many people have memories of.” The males turned to Maki once she decided it was finally worthy to speak. “School, hospitals… Places often remembered with negative emotions are a receptacle for them. As those emotions build up, they cause a curse to be born like it was here.”

Akio turned once again to Yuta, directing his words to the shorter boy. “That being said. We’re here to exorcise the curse and save the children, or if they’re dead, retrieve them… that’s your current mission.”

Yuta paled instantly. “Huh? Dead?”

“Unfortunately, Yuta…” he said as he fixed his shades in his face, momentarily showing him his glowing eyes and loosing the smile. “There’s no such a thing as a good curse.” He said in huskie voice.

Yuta gulped at the red head’s stare, he’s scary, he thought.

“Now, pay close attention to what I’m about to do. You’ll have to do it yourself next time.” Kimura lifted a hand and raised two fingers, chanting the words required. “Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.”

Yuta looked up at the sky, in awe and confusion. There was a strange liquid-like thing spreading and obstructing the sunlight. “It’s turning into night?”

“It’s a veil. It’s a barrier that will smoke out the curse and keep you all from being seen by those outside. It’s easy to undo from the inside… Well” deeming it the right moment to leave, Akio turned around walked back from where he came from. But not without telling them some last words. “Good luck you two. And by the way…” once outside the closing veil he looked at Yuta over his shoulder. “Don’t die.”

Yuta stared sweating cold and panicking, die? Like, die die? I can’t die on my first day of school, right? Can I?

Outside the veil, Akio leaned back against the black car and took off his shades. Imbuing a little bit of cursed energy in his eyes he was able to see the signatures of those present inside. Curses and humans alike.

Maki’s, whose energy was barely visible, moved swiftly between the low grade curses, making them disappear in one move.

It never ceases to amaze me Maki’s talent with cursed tools, thought the Akimura boy as he smiled.

The next minutes went by with nothing interesting happening even tho Maki and Yuta walked gallantly in the halls. No curse dared get close to Yuta. Seems like Rika is successfully scaring them off.

Ring

Suddenly, the supervisor was interrupted by his phone ringing. Checking that it was Gojo he answered.

“Hellooooo~” said Satoru’s cheerful voice. “How are my precious students holding in there~”

Akio rolled his eyes at the older’s antics. “Nothing interesting at the moment. Maki exorcised a group of low grade curses a few minutes ago but other than that they seem to be scaring every curse away… or more, like Rika is scaring them.”

Gojo hummed.

“They still haven’t found the kids nor the biggest curse. Though, I doubt they’ll- uh?…” he was suddenly interrupted by said curse appearing, creating a ruckus, and sending his classmates flying through the air before eating them. “…”

“Hello? You there?”

“…”

“What happened.”

“Ummm”

“Akio?”

“The curse ate them.”

“…” Gojo was silent for a few seconds before… “uh?”

Akimura sighted as he closed his eyes. There was no use in watching since the curse’s energy hide those inside. He diced to rely on his sensing abilities. “They are alive in the curse’s stomach, although, they’re not the only ones.” He opened his eyes looking at the now passive curse enjoying its last meal. “They found the kids. Injured and possibly close to death but alive.”

Gojo hummed at the other side of the phone, digesting what he was hearing.

“Maki’s cursed energy seems erratic, tho. Posible poisoning. It’s not acting quick so I’ll give them a few minutes to figure a way out. I’ll interfiere if it becomes life threatening.” He finished the report, his eyes and senses never leaving the curse inside the veil.

“Sounds good~” said the clan head, sounding pleased. “Who knew you could be such a great sensei.~”

“Huh?”

“Keep up the good work. I leave them in your care.~” he hanged up.

Akio moved the phone in front of him, looking at it a few seconds in confusion. What was that?

He pocketed his phone again, paying attention to the action inside the veil.

He didn’t have to wait for much longer. He sensed a great spike in cursed energy before he saw something bursting out of the curse’s stomach. Not something, more like someone, thought Akio watching the gore scene of Rika tearing apart the other curse. That’s scary. He was internally thankful that he was outside of the veil. All the cursed blood flying in the air was stopped by the veil from reaching him.

His attention was brought to the group of kids nearing the veil covering the front gate. Poor Yuta was giving everything in himself to carry the kids and Maki away from the danger. He already promised he would change. He won’t be weak anymore.

Once he crossed the vanishing veil he collapsed, falling forward but instead of hitting the hard floor like he expected he found himself falling into a pair of strong arms.

Completely tired and slowly releasing the hold he had in the kids he looked up, at the owner of the arms. He swears what he saw was an angel. That vibrant flaming red hair glowing with the sun behind and the pair of jewels he has for eyes.

Akio smiled softly at the rookie. “You did it, Yuta. Good job.”

Yuta gave him a tired smile before letting his head fall in his classmates chest. So warm.

It’s been a tiring day.

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Akio stud in front of the hospital’s window with his hands in his pockets, watching the sun set in the horizon. His shades protecting his eyes from the light even though he doesn’t need it.

The upper part of his uniform was missing. He gave it to Yuta because his was stained with blood everywhere. Akio was left with his almost skin thigh black shirt but not even the AC directly hitting him bordered him. His cursed technique helps regulate his temperature.

The 15 year old student was busy thinking about something Yuta told him.

“I don’t think Rika-chan cursed me. I think I might have cursed Rika-chan?”

It was something improbable. Only those with innate techniques could do it and Yuta doesn’t belong to any known clan nor is he a remanente of any extinct one. At least that’s what he thinks.

“What’s this, an epidemic? First Yuta was a little blue and now you?” Asked a playful voice behind him.

Akio smiled as he turned to Satoru behind him. “If that’s it I recommend you to keep distance. Your going to get infected.” Gojo smirked once he reached the Akimura’s boy side.

“What ya thinking?” He asked leaning his side agains the window.

The redhead turned to the sunset again watching the last rays of the sun hide behind the horizon. “Yuta asked me something. I don’t know if he tell you.”

Gojo remained silent, intrigued by what he had to say. Whatever Yuta said must be important for Akio to take his time to think about it. Gojo got comfortable in his place, turning his back to the window, leaning his head on the glass putting his hands in his pockets.

Understanding the silent message to continue, Akio spoke. ““I don’t think Rika-chan cursed me. I think I might have cursed Rika-chan.” It’s what he said.” He mentioned, turning to see Gojo’s reaction, but the older one put a hand on his chin in a thinking expression.

“Well… it’s not imposible. In the past, the best age of the sorcerers, there were a lot of powerful sorcerers. Many of them where not affiliated to any clan. They where lone wolfs and not interesting enough to the people like the higher ups. If they had children or not wasn’t relevant to keep them in check. They were forgotten as stories in the ancient data scrolls stored in different places also forgotten. But…” Gojo turned to Akio smirking widely and tilted his head. “You should know about that. After all, you are the descendant of an unaffiliated sorcerer with similar techniques.” Finding funny what he was about to say he got into Akio’s personal space, almost bumping noses. Akio rise a brown. “Sun and moon’s offspring.”

Akio groaned in annoyance covering his ears. “Ugh, who the fuck thought that was a good moniker?”

Gojo threw his head back laughing at Akio.

“No, I mean, seriously. Who fights with curses and thinks “oh, offspring is such a good complement for a name.” Who does that?” Argues Akio.

Gojo sighed in bliss at the young boy’s distress. “Those who have seen your techniques and your partial domain expansion can attest to that.”

Akio froze for a moment, blinking once. Blinking again before… “Aaahhhh, it was you.” He exclaimed irritated. No one other than Gojo has seen his work with his domain and survived. The only other once to witness it where curses that are already dead. “That fucking moniker stuck.”

Akio jumped to Gojo, trying to grab him by the head but white headed man jumped back, out of reach, and raised his hand in his known hand sign to activate his technique. “Bye bye~” he snickered before disappearing.

Akio clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “SATORUUUUUUUUUUU.”

He was scolded for yelling in the hospital.

•| A not so stolen youth |•

Stranger things / Chapter 1

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

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“What does it say here?” Sounded the voice of the teenage redhead in the shed. She pointed to one of the dialog bubbles in the comic.

Thirteen tilted his head in a vain attempt to read better. The comic was in his own hands and moving it wasn’t as helpful as he thought. “Mmm… final… v… victory?” He stutter. He felt he chest warm when he saw the look of pride in Max face while she nodded.

“Yeah. You’re getting better.” She said excitedly. A big smile was formed in the kids face.

It’s been two weeks since they met. And everything’s going good so far.

The day after Max let him stay, with the condition of being careful no to be seen, she went to check on him only to have heart attack when she didn’t find him.

The blankets she gave him were folded and there was no trace of him.

She spent the whole morning of school wondering where he could have gone. It’s not like she paid attention to the classes before.

And after an uncomfortable ride home with her stepbrother she went straight to the shed getting an insult of how weird she was behaving from the blond and disappointment from finding nothing.

She stayed on her room thinking the few things she knew about him while her brother worked out in the living room. She thought about the limited vocabulary of the kid and that she had to read the comics she showed him because he couldn’t.

There were no visible signs of physical abuse but she got a glimpse of a tattoo in his left wrist when he rubbed his eyes after yawning.

The kid is only ten, what kind of tattoo would a kid his age want?

He is dirty and his clothe doesn’t fit him, obviously not his. But still, none of it gives her a hint from where he comes from or how to find him.

She didn’t even know why she wanted to finde him so bad. Or more like, she pretended not to know.

She’s always thought of herself as independent, which was accurate for the most part, but didn’t mean she liked being alone.

Before moving to Hawkins, in California, she made her life outside of the awkward environment of her house. She spent most of her time with her two best friends and going to her biological fathers house. Even when her mother met Neil and his son, she did it.

But now, she is stuck in a place she doesn’t know with her awkwardly nervous mother, an asshole who controls the house and everyone in it and calls himself her father just to have an excuse to “educate” her and a stepbrother that gives cero shit about her.

The kid was like her hope for something better. His innocent soul hasn’t been taught how to be an though (asshole) to confront the live out there. He was a little piece of the remaining good things of the world.

Fortunately, before she could exit and give her stepbrother an excuse to leave the house she was startled out of her thoughts by a knock on her window.

There he was peeking over the edge of the window and lifting a hand with three bags of chips to share with her.

Since then it became a routine that they manage to hold for a week. While Max goes to school and avoids as much interaction with her current family as she could, thirteen sneaks out to explore more. He already knows most of the place like the back of his hands but he still finds interesting the things that people do, even tho he is to scared to get close.

Those are the moments too bitersweet to him. He loves watching others have fun and imagine himself enjoying with them, having a life where he didn’t have to keep hiding, but before he can get a step closer to the kids in the park the fear of returning to the lab and being punished for leaving in the first place stops him.

That’s why he always goes back to the shed. To a place where he knows he is not alone anymore. At least the fear of being found didn’t bother him for the first week, but at the beginning of the second something that neither he or Max could have thought happened.

It was a normal day for them until the girl came back from school and went to her room like usual. But her heart fell once she saw Billy walking out of the house with a grey tank top and a pair of shorts he only uses when he knows his going to get dirty. Which means he is going thinker with his car, which means, he needs his tolls that are in the shed.

She took a shortcut jumping through her window. She run to catch her stepbrother and walked as normal as posible beside him.

“What are you doing?” She asked, trying to act normal.

He threw her a a momentary look, easily realizing her act. “To mind my business.” He answers bluntly.

She put herself in front of him walking backwards, only making the situation even weirder to Billy. “Don’t you have a date? With the… that blonde girl. What was her name?” She tried to remember almost stumbling with a rock.

Billy rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I don’t know and I don’t care. That was yesterday. Now move.” He pushed her effortlessly to the side once they reached the shed.

Max almost face planted in the floor but that wasn’t her priority. She turned to Billy only to witness him stop in his place with the door open.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled.

Max rammed her body against the door and closed it staying between it and her stepbrother. “It’s not what it looks like.” She defended.

Billy rose a brown in incredulity. “Really? Because it looks like you’re keeping a stray in Neil’s shed.”

“He’s not a dog, he’s a kid.” She defended, actually offended. “A really scared kid.”

“And I don’t give a shit. You’ve been keeping him there in a shed that doesn’t belong to you.” Max knew that what he said was true, but she couldn’t let him to his own with the possibility of returning to an abusive home. “What could a kid of his age be scared of? A monster under his bed?” He shook his head. It was ridiculous. “He needs to go.” He said with finality.

Max pressed her back even harder against the door and shook her head.

Billy got closer to her, using his height to tower over her in an intimidating way. “Get him out before Neil finds out or I’ll do it.” He threatened in a gruff voice.

Max genuinely felt scared. She knew what he was capable of, but she bets that the kid is even more scared than she is right now. And she was right, the boy was shaking inside the shed, hugging to his chest one of the comics Max left for him. His favorite comics. One of x-men’s.

“No.” She said with all the confidence she could in front of her intimidating brother.

The blond grabbed her arm in a painfully strong grip and dragged her a few steps away from the shed before throwing her, ignoring her yelp when she fell on her side. “Then I’m gonna get rid of the scaredy cat myself.” He conclude walking with heavy steps towards the shed.

Max panicked. She let out something that she knew could affect him. “He’s scared of his father, okay?” She screamed.

She felt a small relief when Billy stopped in his actions with his hand in the door’s handle.

His hesitation brought some confidence to the girl. “He hurts him.” She explained in hopes of changing his mindset. “I’m not asking you to take care of him. Just don’t tell anyone. You won’t even notice he is here.” She pleaded a little calmer now but still seating in the floor. “You won’t even notice he is here.” She repeated in a soft voice.

Billy bit the inside of his cheek in thought. He doesn't know how long the kid’s been there but if it weren't for the fact that he personally went to the shed he wouldn't know of his existence.

Almost reluctantly, Billy opened the shed again. He stayed in his place but he took his time to actually take a look at the kid. Scared and dirty, the boy stayed in the very back of the wooden place, shaking. Those blue innocent eyes were looking at him, waiting for the worst.

For a second, a small flash, he saw himself in the boy. When he was recently abandoned by his mother and left with his abusive father. He moved slowly to one of the shelves close to the door to grab the box of tools, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once he was out he looked at the surprised redhead in the floor as he closed the door behind him.

He stepped in front of his sister with his always present frown in his face. “If Neil finds out I let you hide a kid in the shed I’m gonna drag you under the bus with me. Do you understand?” He concluded.

Max was stunned for a few seconds but nodded slowly.

Billy scoffed, proceeding with his plans on tinkering in his car but made a las comment. “And wash that filthy kid. His gonna become a charcoal by the weekend.”

Max blinked a few times. She sat there for a moment, processing what just happened until she heard the door creaked open and a pair of eyes accompanied by a dirty fur (at least that’s what it looks like) peeked out of the place. She gave him a toothed smile that soon became a laugh that turned into a cackle that had her almost rolling on the floor.

The boy came out of the shed smiling, visibly confused but smiling. If Max was happy that means good news.

And it did.

Now that she didn’t have to actually hide the boy it became easier to change places between her room and the shed, they go through her bedroom’s window though.

She did what Billy said. She gave him a bath. She took his clothes and left him in his underwear covering it with a towel and sat him in the bathtub. She was horrified when the water changed color almost instantly and she had to change it for more clean water.

She knew he got dirty through the week but not that much.

She was surprised once again when she gave him the bottle of her brother’s shampoo and he only looked at it in wonder.

The kid didn’t know how to use a shampoo, much less the conditioner. He now has hair long enough to go a little below his ears when wet but that’s new to him, he’s always had a buzz cut since he was a kid. He never needed anything more than soap for his whole body, like the rest of the kids in the lab.

Knowing the kid was never taught how to use a shampoo put another knot in Max’s heart. Through how much has the kid gone?

She end up teaching him how to use the shampoo and conditioner. He needed a little help to get some knots out of his hair but it was easy.

Surprise surprise. Under those old rags and all the dirt was a beautiful kid with light brown hair. It was formerly a way darker color.

Even Billy who was just on his way to his room did a doble take to the boy standing patiently in the hall. He scoffed and continued on his way. Who could have thought?

Meanwhile Max was practically buried in the main closet of the house, it was more like a storage room with all the unpacked boxes, looking for clothe that would fit him. More specifically, clothes her stepbrother used, but there was nothing. She already looked for in the unpacked boxes around the house and the closet was her last option.

She debated if she should ask Billy personally. It wasn’t the best of her ideas but it was the only one. The probability of Billy slamming the door in her face where high.

She sigh. It was her only option for now.

Reluctantly, she made her way to her stepbrothers bedroom where he was gathering clean clothes to take to the bathroom. His towel was already in his shoulder.

She knocked on the doorframe a little shy.

“What?” He grumbled without looking at her.

“Can you lend me some of your old clothes. The kid doesn’t have any.” She said in a small voice.

He huffed as he grabbed a blue tank top from his closet. “Why is that my problem? He should have thought about it before running away.” He said in a low voice with a hint of annoyance.

“Come on Billy. You can’t let him freeze to death in the autumn weather. Winter is already close.” She answered with a little bit of annoyance in her own voice.

Billy slammed the door of his closet shut and turned to Max. He already had what he needed. He pointed at her with his free hand. “You said he isn’t my problem and I wouldn’t even notice him. This doesn’t seem like it.” He had a point. “Give him some of your old clothes.” He recommended walking to the door. “You dress like a boy anyway.” He insult on his way out, bumping with Max’s shoulder on purpose.

Thirteen, still in the hallway, looked at Billy in curiosity when he walked by him, even when the teenage was obviously ignoring his presence.

Max huffed at him. Well she didn’t have that much expectations in him anyway.

She guided Thirteen back to her room and sat him down on her bed.

She looked for her own old clothes through the many unpacked boxes in her room, grumbling every time something fell out of the boxes for the lack of space needed.

It took a long time but finally, she found her clothes. she organized it into tree divisions. The too small for the 10 year old kid, the clothes that fits and the clothes that will fit. All of that, after selecting the ones that looked boyish.

By the end of it thirteen already had his hair sticking out in every direction, full of static. He put on and took off everything to measure.

While they were both doing their own things, Billy was back in his room. He discarded the dirty clothes in the laundry basket and dried his hair with harsh movements of the towel. Once satisfied he threw the towel to wherever the hell it flew, he just wanted to fall on his bed and blast some music, but he was stopped when he heard a commotion at the feet of his bed.

He huffed. The towel fell on top a stack of books placed on an unpacked box and caused everything to fall.

He grabbed the towel with annoyance only to freeze when he saw the box slightly opened. The item wasn’t hidden but wasn’t visible either from the door, that’s why Max didn’t see it when she came to ask. The light left a cloth visible inside the box. The box was filled with the clothes Max was looking for and some other things of his childhood.

Memories of the few good times. When his mother was still with him and he was happy.

He hasn’t been able to get rid of the things. To sentimental. But he doesn’t want to be reminded of the past and keeps everything hidden. Just like his feelings.

Agitated, Billy grabbed the box of things, slammed his closet’s door open, threw the box inside and slammed it back shut. He walked to his nightstand and grabbed the box of cigarettes. He lighted one up with hands trembling in bottled fury and disgust towards himself and the world.

The relief of breathing nicotine and filling his lungs with the smoke was almost instant. He held his breath for a few seconds, calming himself first then letting it out just like the bad feelings.

The past is in the past, he cannot be weak anymore. He doesn’t have that chance.

To drown every remaining of that bad taste in his mouth he blasted his noisy music so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts anymore.

Thirteen, still in Max’s room frowned when the music reached his ears. Billy’s door was close and so was Max’s, yet, he could still hear the music very clear. He didn’t like how it sounds.

A little thing he hasn’t told Max yet is one of his rare capabilities. Everyone in the lab new it was a possibility to gain enhanced senses once some of the kids started showing signs of it. More specifically, hearing and smell.

Whatever they did to expand the limits of their minds also better enabled the senses limited by mental capacity.

9 of the 15 kids they had developed the enhanced senses along with telepathy and psychokinetic powers. Thirteen was one of them. He only got the hearing though.

But he never got to interact enough with them because he was separated from the rest of the kids when his father found out he was a late bloomer. He was left in isolation for many hours with the excuse that it was to help him concentrate. He was raised in the east side of the lab while the rest were held in the west.

But still, he ended up better than his father ever anticipated and now he has some resemblance of freedom.

Uncomfortable with the music rumbling in his head he rubbed his ears for a moment. The security alarms in the lab were still worse so it wasn’t that much of a problem.

“Here” cheered Max grabbing jeans, a pair of socks, a navy-blue t-shirt with long sleeves and a red hoodie that has less color than when it was new for the many times it’s been washed.

Happy to cover his chilling skinny body he quickly put on the clothes. Max helped him when he managed to get his head stuck in one of the long sleeves.

At last, when he was done, he had a big innocent smile in his face that was reflected in Max’s own. The clothes fitted perfectly.

“Looking good, uh?” she said rising and lowering her eyebrows consecutively. The smile in the boy’s face widened with joy. “Now you can blend in with the others if you need.” Thirteen nodded in agreement. “Wanna read a comic now?” She asked, getting another nod as an answer.

“Magneto?” asked the boy in hope.

Max laughed a little, already grabbing an x-men comic. She knows that the boy’s favorite character is Magneto. She doesn’t know why but she likes how he thinks outside of the box. Most of the kids like a hero, but Thirteen likes a villain, just like she likes monsters. In some way, they are similar.

That’s how the first two weeks of knowing the stepsiblings went. Enjoying a little bit of liberty and not lonely anymore.

But Halloween is close, and so are other things in the dark he thought he would never see again.

Fortunately, this time he won’t be alone.

What do you think?

Any comment or constructive criticism are appreciated.

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This account may contain certain topics not fully accepted by everyone in the communities. Be aware that it was created with the propuse of expressing ideas and stories in a different way than others.

I write:

- male reader

- legal age (mostly for +18 content)

- action (once I’ve gotten the hand of this lenguaje)

- MxM or MxF pairs.

- age gap (still legal)

- blood (always with warning in the beginning)

I don’t write:

- pedofilia

- incest

- yandere

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Pairings: Uzui + wives x male oc

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Serie ☀︎

Finding purpose | Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they’re doing.

Pairings: Jake sully x Oc (friendship), Tsu’tey x Oc (friendship), Neytiri x Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chap 5 coming soon…

-Spiderverse

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Small big problem | Summary: Some times is easy to to forget that even the strongest can be vulnerable.

Pairings: Peter B. Parker × giant spiderman reader (platonic), Mayday × giant spiderman reader (platonic).

- Stranger things

Serie ☀︎

Summary | Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child reader (or preteen)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 coming soon…

- Jujutsu Kaisen

Serie ☀︎

Summary | This is the story of the sun and moon's child. A, not at all, normal kid that found himself participating in the world of sorcery and under the guidance of the strongest sorcerer. Sort of.

Character: Male OC (Akimura Akio)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chap 2…

- Kaiju no. 8

Serie ☀︎

Summary | Akira Shinomiya, a boy with shoes to big to fill. Finds what seems like impossible obstacles to fulfill his dreams. And what he isn’t aware of, is that times are turning even worse. Will he make it?

Character: Male Oc (Akira Shinomiya)

Prologue

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