click. click. click. Footsteps followed soon afterwards, as the watery droplets drizzled down from the silvery pipe, creating a puddle by their muddy shoes. Engulfed by shivering shadows, the alleyway brimmed with blackness- not just due to the darkness thick in the night, but also because of the souls of the five that had been corrupted years ago. The last of them halted, stopping the tapping of her heels at once, as she pierced the raven atrocities with an ivory smile, similar to glistening ice on a still raven night. Smiling subtly in the pale moonlight, she gestured to the four others, humming a tune so familiar softly. Kirstin Maldonado. Avriel Kaplan. Scott Hoying. Mitchell Grassi. Kevin Olusola. Once Pentatonix, back in the past, now their futures etched as figures of pure evil. Yet, even as they had changed, they were all truly just latched together. Latched as they had been, previously. And now, they're still latching onto each other. Latching on as their broken lives attempt to pry them apart. ••• A Pentatonix Fanfic: Kavi, Scömìche, Kesther. Warning- Murder, Violence, Crimes, Trafficking, Illegal Organ Transplants, Money Laundering, Mention of Harassment

Pentatonix Office Au. Started August 2018.

••• "You're the star ballerina that they gave me? The one that won the competition?" He said, looking her up and down, scrutinizing her entire appearance. A star ballerina would be nothing compared to this. This girl was too short and she wasn't in her uniform yet and her hair was in an extremely messy bun. No proper star ballerina would dress in this manner. Not to mention at the lack of passion and excitement in her face- there had to have been a mistake. There was no way she could have won the competition. "Yeah, and you are?" She said, with a hand on her hip, looking quite pissed by how he was observing her. Yes, she was rather short for a ballerina, but that did not stop her from being a skilled dancer. "The Avriel Kaplan. The instructor." ••• An AU where Kirstin Taylor Maldonado wins a state-wide competition in search for the next prima ballerina to star in the NYCB's arrangement of Sleeping Beauty and is forced to work with the well-known ballet instructor, Avriel Benjamin Kaplan, whom clearly dislikes her.

No, it couldn't be true. Was it a dream? Was it truly his reality? He...he was no longer there? No longer in PTX? What kind of blasphemy was this?! ••• Maybe he wasn't even who he thought he was. Maybe he wasn't at all. ••• |Pentatonix Fanfic|Psychological Thriller| |Avriel Kaplan's Perspective|Short Story| ••• NO MAJOR SHIPS IN THIS. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A KAVI FANFIC (THOUGH THERE WILL BE SLIGHT KAVI IN SOME SCENES, BUT THAT IS NOT THE FOCUS OF THIS FANFIC). THIS IS A SHORT STORY. ALSO SLIGHT OTHER SHIPS, BUT NOTHING MAJOR.

A simple wrong number text that bloomed into something beautiful. You could call it a beautiful mistake. Book 2 of 'Wrong Number' Previously titled "Beautiful Mistake"

What happens when Scott gets a text from an unknown number?

Mitch Grassi is a presenter for PTX FM. Scott Hoying is an international singing success. When Mitch gets the opportunity to interview Scott and his new model girlfriend Kirstie, he starts to realise there's something unusual about this relationship...

She liked to dye her hair quite a lot. She liked to change it up. From red highlights to black ombré locks; from auburn curls to a short blonde bob- Kirstie loved dyeing her hair. Especially if it meant she wouldn't be recognized, if it meant that she wouldn't be a typical human being. A typical human being, strutting around with sameness along with the rest of its kind in the world. No, she liked to be different. Physically and mentally. That's what she told him, when they met. That day she almost drowned in the freezing pond, her hair the brightest thing in the smoky waters. "Your hair? It's burgundy...different from others, for sure," he had told her, once he pulled her out. "Yeah," She had responded. "I like being different." "How so?" He had chuckled, as she smiled back at him. "I'll show you." But now he was gone. And now she was only the same. ••• Kavi. Alternate Universe. Realistically sad and happy.

It's sweet. It's loving. It's forbidden. It all seems perfect, a man who's passionate and intense falls for the one person who needs all the loving in the world, but there's one thing that puts this perfect relationship at risk. He's her teacher. Though their forbidden relationship becoming exclusive could ruin their lives, it's not the only truth that could destroy everything. •12.29.17~03.21.18•

She was like the sun. Bright, always up, lived for a blue sky, and never quit smiling. He was like the moon. Made the dark skies a lot a bit brighter, and was always there to light up the path back home. Everything else was...Well, just everything else.