Harlan has a unique power, one that makes him see things others cant, and therefore got him thrown in an asylum when he was only a child. Now he's a reluctant hero, thrust into the profession since he lacked any other option. He's amazing at his job, and six years into his work, is the sidekick to one of the most notable heroes of his generation: Lavina. Unfortunately, he also hates being a hero, but there's one thing that makes it worth it. The numbered. A series of villains who appeared out of nowhere and have an exceptional skill at avoiding the law, heroes, and just generally winning or evading consequences. Consequences, which are the only part of Harlan's job he enjoys. Harlan wants to find the root of it all more than anything, and he's beginning to get close. He intends to find out at any cost. He intends to win at any cost. That, he's sure of. His drive is unmatched. Until something entirely foreign to him gets involved: Feelings. [WARNINGS: smut, gore, swearing, some heavy topics, morally grey characters (the usual)]

"Saint's obsession with Shin consumed them, leaving only shattered remnants of who they once were. Years of forced separation did nothing to quell the madness-it only made the longing fester. Now, fate has brought them face-to-face once more, and this time, Saint refuses to let Shin slip away. No matter the cost." -------- "No, you can't." Saint's words cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unwavering. "Wait, Saint, I think you're misunderstanding-what I mean is-" "I understand." ------ "The ambulan-CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE!" ------ Fingers splaying over his waist, sliding up his ribs- tracing fire over every inch of skin. Shin gasped, his grip on Saint tightening, fingernails digging in. ------- Saint... I hate you. -ON AO3 TOO-