Charmed

Discovered

Alright, so this is the first chapter of this fanfic! Please make sure y'all vote on who you want to be Karma's seme in the relationship. The picture above is a bit of Karma's penthouse. Enjoy this chapter!

Karma's POV

I lean back on my couch with a sigh; I finally finished typing up the last book in the first set of the Warrior's series, and now I'm super tired. 

Let me explain; since being reborn in the Young Justice universe, I found out that they didn't have any of the Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or Warrior book series' anywhere, so I decided to write them and sell them as my own. It's not copyright if the books and original authors don't exist here. Lucky for me, I've always had a photographic memory, so I can easily rewrite the books. I finished publishing the Harry Potter and Percy Jackson books, and most of the Warrior series, so now I just need to send this last book in the Warriors series, and I'll be done with the first set of books. As you can probably guess, I am super rich after publishing all these books. I'm a multi billionaire, and I have millions of fans around the world. 

I also sing and produce songs; a lot of the songs from my old world don't exist here, and since I have a pretty good voice(understatement), I get a lot of fame and fortune in this world by creating albums of the songs from my old world. I remain anonymous when I produce my books and songs though. The last thing I need is a bunch of fan mail and crazies at my door. For both my books and songs, I go by the alias "Winter Moon," so everyone knows that the famous book writer and singer are the same person, but none of them know my true identity or what I look like. 

I live in a lavish penthouse apartment on Rhode Island, the same place where Mt Justice is located. I know all about the Young Justice team from my old life's TV show, but honestly, I don't care at all. I've been fine on my own for the last six years, and I don't need some team of young heroes and their mentors getting in my business. 

My parents disowned me when I was eleven. From the moment I was born, my mother and father of this world called me a curse. My pure white hair and icy blue eyes disgusted them. They called me an abomination, and I was named Karma, my mother saying that I am the incarnation of her bad karma in this world. They never physically hurt me, but they ignored me, treating me as if I wasn't there. I was raised by the maids and butlers of the household, as my birth parents are also rich. I was mistreated and neglected by them too. The staff rarely brought me food, and I grew used to the horrible names they would call me behind my back. 

When I turned eleven, my parents deemed me fit to take care of myself, and disowned me. They paid off child services so I would not be adopted, and sent me to Rhode Island. I was kept mostly hidden from the outside world since I was born, so few people knew about me. Therefore, me being disowned wasn't known by the public, in fact, they probably don't even know I exist. Publicly, my parents have never announced that they have a child, so no one would guess that their child is living on their own so young. They paid for an apartment for me for only a month, before leaving me completely penniless and on my own. Luckily, I remembered the books and songs of my old world, and recreated them in my new world as my own. Now, I am more wealthy than my parents, and even the famous Bruce Wayne. Shortly after I became rich, I moved to the penthouse I am living in now.

No one knows who lives in the top penthouse apartment on Rhode Island, they simply believe me to be a wealthy adult. The staff that work here are all sworn to secrecy about anything concerning me, simply calling me Mr. Moon to any who ask, and no more is said. No one knows anything about "Winter Moon" either. All my fans know is my alias, not my age, name, or gender. Nothing. 

I prefer things this way. Ever since I was disowned by my parents in this world, I stopped trusting people; I keep everyone at a distance. I have no friends or even acquaintances, as I am a shut in, and rarely leave my penthouse. Not even my publisher or editor know who I am, and this way, my parents can't find out anything about me. They only ever text me to tell me what a curse I am, or ask if I'm still alive. I would block them, but I guess some part of me feels like I deserve their cruelty, so I endure it.