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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER

PART 12

check out final part here

a/n: Hiiii I'm back with another chapter, only one chapter left till we reach the end if this story. I apologize for the late update, my schedule kinda changed and it got busier so that's why I wasn't able to write and post, but good news that I'm back now yay ✨❤️.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this part as well. Some Angst, so grab some tissues and a snack of course to munch on while reading 😀.

Enjoy your reading session, love y'all so much 🫶🏻

Not Proofread ❌ Slight smut at the end.

You took another glance around the room, but didn't dare to ask any of your students about him. You sighed in disappointment but forced a smile to not worry your students and look suspicious or sad. You hated to admit it even within you, but you wished he was there, holding your hand till you awake. But you woke up surrounded only by your students, it's not like you don't appreciate them or they're not enough, you just wanted another kind of feeling, and that feeling could only be with your husband, Satoru. Once again you felt neglected by him even in this terrible condition.

Megumi was too focused on you, he knew right away by the way your gaze was shifting in every corner, every face in the room that you were looking for Gojo, he knew you needed him.

"Ehm, I'll go get Gojo since you're awake now" he said in a reassuring tone without meeting your gaze, and left the room to look for him.

"Where the hell did he go" he mumbled to himself.

"Hm Megumi? Is Y/n awake?" asked Nanami

"Oh yeah she's awake, and she's fine! By the way, did you, perhaps see Gojo around?"

"He's not here"

"Then where?"

"He'll be here later, don't worry about him"

"Nanami Sensei! I. Need. You. To. Tell. Me. please! It's important " he insisted,

With a tired sigh, he spoke,

"Alright! he's at one of the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High, probably interrogating Mei Mei-"

"or my father"

and without further words, Megumi headed to Jujutsu High to bring Gojo to the hospital, to bring him to your side.

"Hey Megumi wait" yelled Nanami but je was already gone.

*1st Interrogation Room*

"Happy now? Where's that usual dirty smirk at? Gone?" started Gojo as he looked down at Mei Mei who got both her hands chained to the chair.

"How dare you chain me up? A well respected Jujutsu sorcerer!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Oh no no trust me, after releasing Toji from prison, paying him to kill my wife and putting the Jujutsu community in terrible danger, officially you're no longer respected" he spat and started to walk away

"NO NO PLEASE WAIT! GOJO WAIT I BEG YOU! I did this for you!" she started crying,

"I did this for you Gojo, just for your sake. You know about the prophecy, I couldn't let her exceed you and become stronger than you, you're the strongest Gojo and it should remain that way–please, I wanted to protect you–" she pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, each sob echoed in the vast empty room.

With a mocking chuckle, he approached her again and bent down till he met her eye level, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing through her soul,

"oh yeah?" he started

"Y-es, yes just for you Gojo" she said with a soft smile while sniffing.

"Hah, pathetic how hard you're still trying, how hard you're still trying to manipulate me and get me to believe your lies–lemme give you the real fact behind all of this, the fact is that you desperately wanted Y/n to die. You knew Y/n will become something, more powerful than any of us, and of course your jealousy, ego and hate were triggered because another woman effortlessly stole the show and your desperate ass always wants to be in the spot light, taking all the attention, you've always wanted to br known as the strongest woman sorcerer, the perfect match for me, the strongest man! But all of that collapsed when I married Y/n" he paused and pointed his index finger at her,

"You desperately wanted to be her, you envied her even at her lowest, you're obsessed with her to the point that you betrayed the jujutsu world. But lemme tell you something, Mei Mei, Y/n didn't only steal the spot light, she also stole my heart! I love my wife, I love Y/n so much and if you dare to think of any possible plan that could possibly get you out of prison to hurt my wife again, then I'll end you–" he said calmly in a serious and low tone, moving away from her to open the door and leave.

"–end me? just like you ended Geto?"

she wanted to trigger him, to hit his weakest spot, to make his heart ache like hers and to see him all vulnerable, but he swallowed it, even though the name Geto was killing him and slicing him to pieces for years. His hand clutched the door handle tightly, turning his head, side eyeing her,

"Yes I'll end you just like I ended Geto"

Then he shut the door, leaving her all alone.

Right then, she knew she lost Gojo forever, and her last attempt to convince him by bringing Geto was only another reason for him to hate her even more.

"NO GOJO WAIT, no! don't leave me here! GOJO PLEASE"

She begged and begged, but for nothing he's left already and outside that room her screams are inaudible, no one is able to hear her loud cries, no matter how hard she tries.

Gojo reached the other door handle, moving into the next interrogation room,

"Gojo Satoru, we meet again" said Toji with a smirk, his hair falling on his face, his lip bleeding,

"Toji Zenin"

"I go by Fushiguro now"

"And I don't give a fuck, you're a criminal either way"

"Oww, too salty Satoru"

"I don't have time for this kind of chit chat, what was your plan to do to my wife?"

"Kill her obviously, duh!" said Toji rolling his eyes

"You son of a bitch, and you're proud of that, I'm not allowed to kill you, that was the higher ups call so be thankful for that, or else I would have put you through the most terrible death you could possibly think of"

"Are you threatening me? besides it wasn't my plan, it was your side chick's plan"

"The fuck did you say?" said Gojo angrily, taking quick steps to Toji punching him once again, making his nose bleed.

Toji started laughing hysterically,

"Alright you win, you win for the second time Gojo Satoru, but I don't think you won her heart, pity all this effort to save her is for nothing"

"Shut up"

"What? You think now you'll live happy ever after? That you'll start over and become a happy couple? Nah you're egocentric, selfish and fucking arrogant, and you've never known love and never will, I've spent three days with her and I can tell she can't live with someone like you. Both of you are far away from each other, two extremes, too empathetic and too apathetic. She'll leave your ass"

"I SAID SHUT UP" yelled Gojo, once again punching him,

"G-gojo?" said Megumi as he opened the door and witnessed it.

"Megumi?" said Gojo and Toji at the same time,

Megumi looked at Toji with what appeared empty eyes, but in the inside his heart was breaking into pieces.. He shifted his gaze to Gojo,

"Gumi what are you doing here?" asked Satoru

"Came to see you Gojo, you have to go to the hospital Y/n is awake and she was looking for you!!"

"D-did she tell you to l-look for me?" he asked hia heart skipping a beat,

"Nah I just figured out, you better go now"

"Wait aren't you coming with me?"

"No, I have to talk to him"

"Megumi! You know you don't have to stay here, you don't have to talk to him, he'll soon get the punishment he deserves–"

"I know, but he's my father and I need to ask him why!"

"Then I'll stay with you, it's not safe!" he reached to grab Megumi's arm,

"Gojo, please! just go to your wife, she's waiting, don't make her wait any longer! I promise I'll be fine" said Megumi with a smile,

As soon as Gojo left the room, Megumi approached his father standing right in front of him,

"S-son!"

"Why? Why did you do that?" said Megumi in a cold tone,

"Son please!"

"You've almost killed one of my close friends! Y/n is not just a teacher to me, she's my friend as well! and now I can't even look her in the eye, you know why?" he paused, trying to swallow back the lump that formed in his throat making him struggle to talk,

"Because of you! because of the shame I'm feeling whenever I see her or remember that MY FATHER WANTED TO KILL HER JUST TO GET SOME DIRTY MONEY FROM MEI MEI"

"Megumi! you need to listen to me! I had to do that!"

"No, there's no excuse that can get you away for murdering innocent people, first Riko and now attempted to do the same to Y/n just because Mei Mei told you?"

"I did all of this for you, to buy a house, a house that we can all call home! Where we can be a family again, me and you!"

"A family?" said Megumi in a mocking way,

"Yes, we can try again, I can fix everything, and make up for the years that I wasn't by your side–"

"You know what dad!"

"Yes son tell me!"

"I'm glad you left when I was young, I'm glad Gojo raised me and not you, or else I might end up a criminal like you. If my mom was alive she'd be the most disappointed in you, SHE WONT EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU DAD!"

"Megumi don't say please!" said Toji, tears forming in his eyes,

Megumi's words destroyed him because he knows they were true, his wife would be disappointed in him if she was alive.

"You ruined my life dad! Enough of it, stop trying to ruin others' lives just for money, just because you were neglected by the Zenin clan! Don't make others pay for what your clan did to you..." he added, taking steps backwards to leave the room,

"Son wait please! I'm so sorry I caused you all this pain, I'm sorry I wasn't there–"

"Just forget you ever had a son, just like what you did with your humanity....goodbye -dad"

with that he closed the door forever, not only the room's door but the door in his heart that he kept open for his father, wishing that some day, he would repent and fix his mistakes even though he knew deep down they can't be fixed. And now he's finally ready to let go, he can never forgive him for all this mess, for all these mistakes that he willingly committed.

Unable to keep it inside, unable to hide his true, delicate, sensitive self, after maintaining the cold, strong image for too long as a coping mechanism for always feeling inferior than others for being parentless. He finally let out the child thay was kept locked inside, and finally broke down into tears. With each loud sob, his chest rose and heaved with sadness. He cried because of the shame he felt, and because of the fact he's now letting go of his father, once and for all. He cried alone, hugging his knees like a baby, till it became hard to breathe.

But was he alone really?

"MEGUMI!!!!"

That voice, the voice that used to annoy him for telling jokes non stop, for laughing really loud and not letting him sleep, that voice now is saving him.

He looked up, his eyes puffy and red with tears.

Yuji and Nobara running towards him, worried expressions drawn on their faces, their eyes wide since it was the first time they see their friend shed a tear. They finally reached him, joining him on the floor.

"Megumi??! what's wrong buddy what happened?" asked Yuji his eyes softening,

"Fushiguro? Is everything okay? Why are you crying did someone hurt you?" asked Nobara her voice shaking with fear and worry.

He just started at them, not saying anything single word. Looking ay their genuine worried and confused faces, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, realizing that his friends got his back, that they won't let him down and most importantly he realized that he doesn't have to feel alone anymore. They truly loved him and cared for him. He was too broken to realize that, he thought his dad abandon him because he hated him, so he grew up with that mindset; his father hates him let alone people out there. But now, finally realizing that love, friendship saved him, from himself, from his dark thoughts and now he can start anew.

Nobara waved her hand on front of his face,

"Hey Fushiguro??"

Without saying anything he hugged both of them, finally feeling the love he's been rejecting. Allowing himself to feel it for the first time and damn it felt good to have someone care for you, it made his heart at ease.

He hugged them really tight, refusing to let go, without hesitation they hugged him back in a comforting way, their warmth radiating.

"Awww Fushiguro-Kun is being soft" chuckled Nobara

"Shuh Nobara, we love this version of Megumi, geez didn't know you're a good hugger Fushiguro" said Yuji smiling,

"Aaaaa why'd you ruin the moment guys" groaned Megumi

"Nah nah we're sorry, we're just wondering where's the real Megumi and what did you do to him" she added,

"Nah it's the real Megumi here, you just unlocked a premium version. Get used to it" said Megumi pulling away from the hug a smile still decorating his face.

"Well for sure we'll get used to it" said Yuji and Nobara at the same time.

"Wait!! did you leave Y/n alone at the hospital, till Gojo arrives?" said Megumi in a moment of realization.

"Nah nah she's home now, we brought her at the dorms" explained Yuji

"Oh shit"

"What?"

"Gojo went to the hospital to see Y/n, so he won't find her there"

"Come on, he's a married man, his wife would tell him" said Nobara smirking

"Wasn't she supposed to spend the day there, till Shoko makes sure she's fine?" he asked again,

"Yeah but after you left the room to get Gojo she insisted to leave as well, she said she was feeling okay and doesn't need to stay there" exclaimed Nobara.

*At The Hospital*

Gojo pushed open the door of the room that you were in. A mix of anticipation and stress took over him, not knowing how he would behave in front of you, is he gonna hold your hand, kiss you? What was he going to say? Baby? My love? I missed you? All these thoughts disappeared when he found the room empty, devoid of your presence. Confusion clouded his features as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to find any of your belongings, but there was absolutely nothing. Anxiety took over him, his heart racing inside his chest. He got really scared, thinking that someone abducted you, still terrified from the last incident that happened to you. With shaky hands he reached his phone to call one of his students, but before he can do he received a message from Nanami informing him that they moved you out of the hospital and took you to the dorms to rest there.

He let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, calming down slowly.

With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the edge of the bed, blaming himself for not being there when you woke up.

*Flashback*

You laid unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by Shoko. No one was there except Gojo. He held your hand tightly, staring at your soft features as you were in your pretty slumber.

"I'm here Y/n, my beautiful wife, my princess" he whispered to you as you slept.

"I'm sorry, please wake up..wake up so I can tell you how much I love you, how bad I want to make you mine, how I want to fix things and start anew with you as a true husband, a husband that will love you, care for you and protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you.." he paused, remembering the state he found you in, on the floor, bloody nose, shirt almost torn off, his body tensed up.

"I'll punish them for what they had done to you" he added and left the room heading to the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High.

*End of flash back*

*Time skip, night time*

Your students and Nanami already brought you everything you might need; food, water, some snacks and some manga books that Yuji gave to you to pass time.

You laid your back on the bed frame, grabbed a bag of chips, a manga book and started reading enjoying your own company, trying your best to distract yourself from thinking about Satoru.

Engrossed in the pages of your book and in your own world, the soft rustle of the door opening brought you back to reality. You already knew who it was, it was your husband Satoru. Even though, you were distant from each other, you got used to his footsteps. He closed the door behind and greeted you gently,

"Hii Y/n"

However, you remained absorbed in your reading, refusing to look up at him or even greet him back. He thought you were too focused on the book and didn't notice him arriving so he cleared his throat, attempting to get your attention this time and said,

"A-are you feeling better now? How's your leg?"

But again you remained silent, as if he wasn't in the room, as if his voice was inaudible to you. He received the message and realized that you don't wanna talk to him, and he respected your decision, he chose to not push too far especially that you're still traumatized from what happened to you.

With a resigned sigh, he took some clean clothes from the dresser, and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower that might wash the tiredness away. The sound of the running warm water that fell on his body mingled with the quiet of the room, a gentle reminder of the distance between you and him.

You put the book on your nightstand, and shut your eyes, you tried to go to sleep before he joins you again, you've already took your decision, you'll ignore him, you'll distance yourself even more, you won't let him pity you and help you because he feels sorry for what had happened to you. You refused to be the victim, you won't allow anyone to feel bad for you.

...

Opening the door again, he found you fast asleep, hugging your pillow for comfort. He smiled to himself as he saw your sleeping face.

He missed being in your presence, even if you were only sleeping. He dried his hair and then gently approached the bed, already dressed in his pajamas. The mattress sank as he joined you, getting under the covers. He used his elbow to keep himself up a bit while he watched you sleep. Your pouty lips that he craves to kiss, your soft skin that he wants to caress, your chest that rose and fell with each breath. It was the small details that made him fall for you, that made you so special. He was watching and watching till your comfy sight lulled him to sleep, and now he joined you, his head next to yours, his arms fell on your waist as he spooned you. Finally both of you not only sleeping under the same roof again all safe and sound, but being this close to each other.

.....

You woke up in the morning to him all over you, his arm laid comfortably on top of you. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a dream but it was reality. As much as it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, it made you feel sad as well. And the small smile that instinctively formed on your lips, disappeared.

"Maybe he just rolled over" you said to yourself, still convinced that whatever he was doing was everything and anything but love.

You pushed his hand away, getting ready to get breakfast with the rest of teachers and students as well. You missed those mornings, with Nobara talking nonstop, Panda eating everything on the table and Nanami annoyed whenever principal Yaga announced a new mission. You felt like family, you felt included but it's always something missing, the true love, the love of your husband.

It is indeed hard to live a one sided love story, realizing your feelings towards Gojo were more of a problem than a realization, maybe it could have been a lot easier if they remained undiscovered, because starting from today you'll live with the fact that your husband that you fell head over heels with doesn't reciprocate your feelings, at least that's what your mind told you.

The mind works in mysterious ways, sometimes when you're used to some kind of feeling, it becomes like a drug, so when you experience another feeling you always find a way to include that specific feeling again. And that's the case for you, you've been feeling lonely and unloved your whole life, and you thought you'd be feeling that way for the rest of your life not even giving yourself a chance to ask if he feels the same.

...

You walked towards the table, the food was ready, the scent of coffee was intoxicating. Your students already there, excited for food like every single morning.

"OH Y/N - SENSEI GOOD MORNING" said Yuji excitedly,

"Good morning Sensei" said the other students in union with a big smile.

You nodded smiling at their morning energy that was circulating in the air,

"Good morning everyone"

Nanami and Shoko joined, followed by Principal Yaga and then Gojo who came running and out of breath looking for you, but then letting a deep sigh once he saw you sitting around the table safe and happy. It became his new freshly unlocked fear; you not being by his side.

"Oh you're here" he mumbled,

"Huh Gojo what's up with that face? did you see a ghost?" said Principal Yaga

"I'm fine" he shrugged and then joined you, sitting on the chair that was right next to you.

He gazed at you, clearing his throat,

"You woke up early today, I thought about bringing you food to bed so you don't have to tire yourself" he started almost whispering.

You shoved the spoon full of rice in your mouth, not bothering to look at him. The others exchanged gazes but started eating shortly, not wanting to get into your business. Gojo started eating as well thinking about ways to approach you or find a key to start even a small conversation and get you to talk to him.

"So Y/n are you feeling better?" asked Nanami

"Yeah much better actually, thank you Nanami!" you smiled,

And Gojo felt his heart crash, as if he received a stab right in the chest. He wished it was him you were smiling at.

"Yuji can you pass me the salt please?" you said gently,

but before Yuji could reach it, Gojo already snatched it from in front of him and gave it to you,

"Here!" he said with a silly smile,

You poked the inside of your cheek and took the salt from him not even looking at him.

"Um Y/n–" started Satoru but you cut him off by starting a conversation with Yaga sensei.

"By the way Sensei, I feel like I'm ready to start teaching again–"

"WHAT NO!" yelled Satoru

You raised your eyebrow,

"You need to rest Y/n, you've been through a lot" he added worriedly.

But you ignored his concern and his comment and shifted your gaze to Principal Yaga again,

"My students must be missing my classes"

"But y/n Gojo is right! You need to rest! it's been only one day" exclaimed Principal Yaga

"I'm feeling okay!" you said smiling.

"Alright then, do as you please but don't tire yourself, okay?" said Yaga sensei with a smile

You nodded smiling.

"Y/n please, you've been through a traumatic experience, this phase is the hardest even if you're not realizing it" said Gojo with worried eyes.

But you ignored him again, getting up from the table, wiping your mouth with a napkin heading to your room to get ready for a day full of teaching.

......

It was a long day full of laugher with your students, they did everything they could to make sure you were comfortable and happy. Especially Yuji he acted extra silly to get you to laugh uncontrollably. They wanted to help you forget about the terrifying experience as soon as possible.

You were in the balcony at night, enjoying the night sky, getting back to your favorite night activity, watching the stars. It always put a smile on your face. It reminded you of how vast our universe is and how small our problems seem in front of it.

"sensei?"

You looked back,

"hm Megumi? are you okay?"

"Yeah! is it okay if w-we talk a bit?"

"Sure Gumi, tell me!" you replied with a soft grin, now giving him your full attention, anticipating his words

"I–I w-wanted to apologize!" he said looking down at his feet unable to meet your gaze

"Hm? for what?"

"I - I'm sorry sensei, I'm ashamed of what my father did to you, he doesn't represent me, I'm not like him and I completely oppose it, always been I–" he said nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"Megumi" you started, placing your hands on his shoulders,

"I know who you are! I know how kind, caring and loving you are! You don't need to apologize, you don't need to explain anything. It's not your fault that your dad chose the wrong path, so don't ever blame yourself! Stand proud Megumi! You are an amazing student, an amazing person and an amazing friend of mine" you insisted giving him a light squeeze.

"Really?"

"Yes you are! Don't ever doubt yourself! come here" you added and pulled him into a warm hug.

.........

*2 days later*

"Yaga sensei, since Toji is in prison now what about Y/n and I go back to our house?" suggested Gojo.

"Huh? Why the rush you don't like it here?"

"No it's not like that, it's just since our marriage we had to live here so it would be nice to go back to our own house"

"I like it here" you said out of the blue, showing that you refuse to live with him in a vast house alone.

"But y/n, our house is big, you'll feel more comfortable there, our room is waiting for you–"

"Oh Yaga sensei I thought about making a writing test as well not only a practical one" you said cutting Satoru off, as if his words didn't matter.

Starting a new conversation, totally neglecting him. Everyone around the table noticed it but have no right to interfere. Your inside was screaming, wanting to give in and move back to your house again where you can live only you and your husband, enjoy each other's company and privacy but it was complicated, life is not a movie scene and you can't wipe away the bad memories easily.

*Time skip*

You were in the balcony, waiting for the sunset. You've been lying to yourself, thinking that teaching again and distracting yourself with some jokes would make you forget about the hell Toji and Mei Mei put you through. You were already suffering from anxiety and this incident made it worse. You were getting a good night sleep just because you were using the pills that Shoko gave to you or else you'll wake up screaming from your night terrors, from the trauma you had lived. You started getting random panic attacks whenever you were alone, your hands would get all sweaty and start shaking, cold sweat dripping from your forehead and you felt like being choked.

Maybe it would have been easier if you told them what you truly felt and not pretending to be okay. Maybe it would have been a lot easier if you confessed your true feelings to Satoru even if he rejects you.

A tear rolled down your cheek, knowing that it got worse and that Gojo did a mistake by saving you. Maybe the world would be a better place without you. You felt useless and a heavier burden now, going back to teaching to prove yourself useful in something, only to find your students pitying you and trying to help you instead of you helping them. With a deep breath, lost in your thoughts, you came to a conclusion, that leaving is the best option. It's been weeks and your curse didn't break, and you've already lost faith that it would break, and you can't live on false hope that one day you'll become a sorcerer and make your family proud. You feel like your husband that was forced to marry you, is now forced to take care of you and treat you differently because you were the unlucky one to get kidnapped by one the most dangerous murderers. Your family won't accept you or treat you fairly as long as you remain a monkey with no curse energy.

"It's all related" you chuckled to yourself,

You checked your phone, and credit card, already clothed in your jacket to protect you from the cold.

You took a moment to watch the sunset first, it was mesmerizing, the color degradation representing different phases.

"Sunsets are a living proof that endings can be beautiful too" you said to yourself.

You started walking away, leaving Jujutsu High behind, not knowing where your legs would take you but at least you know you'll be safe, Mei Mei and Toji are in prison now. You just wanted to get far away from everyone, you knew you didn't fit anywhere, you don't belong anywhere. So maybe you'll start as a normal simple human, with a normal simple job. It broke you to run away from them, you considered them a family and you knew you'll carry all those beautiful memories with you whenever you go, but what broke you the most, is leaving Gojo without a proper goodbye, but for your self-respect you chose not to give him another reason to feel sorry for you.

*Time skip*

"SENSEI! SENSEI HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" asked Gojo as he rushed downstairs after asking literally everyone and they said no.

"No!"

Panic coursed through his veins,

"Sensei what if someone abducted her again?"

"Relax Gojo, she's not a kid I'm sure she's safe, Toji is imprisoned so is Mei Mei, I'm sure she just went for a night stroll"

Gojo looked at him in disbelief, and left Jujutsu High and start searching for you, maybe he's being paranoid now and scared by the slightest thing but he can't afford to lose you, not again.

...

He searched everywhere, anywhere possible, he even went to Mei Mei's house to make sure you weren't there even though he knows damn well that both of them are paying for their mistakes. He check every corner, every street, every alley but you're nowhere to be found.

He started sweating, his heart hammering against his ribcage, feeling the sky narrowing around him and suffocating him.

"Where are you y/n, please!" he said to himself.

He paused when a thought crossed his mind, he knows you're a space enthusiast. You enjoy watching the clear night sky and chase the stars, but to do so you need an excluded area, away from Tokyo lights. A hill 2 hours away from Jujutsu High, but it's Satoru, he doesn't need 2 hours to reach that hill in a matter of seconds he found himself there.

It was dark, but he could see a figure standing, head's up to the sky. The city light bellow on full display. He knew right away that it was you. He wanted to announce his presence to not scare you, so with a soft voice he spoke,

"y/n?"

Yoh turned around, looking at him in disbelief. Without saying anything you started to walk away but he rushed towards you and grabbed your arm,

"Wait y/n please talk to me!"

"Satoru leave me alone"

"No! no I'm not leaving you alone, not this time! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you being being so cold towards me? I understand it was my fault and I'm so fucking sorry about it but please talk to me–"

"Satoru! For god's sake, let me go, let me live, let me try a new start away from all of this"

"Why? you can start anew here? with us! with me!"

"No you don't understand! I don't belong to your world, I don't belong here! I'm sick of it" you explained a tear fell down,

"You belong with me y/n, please let me help you"

"I don't fucking need your help, I don't need anyone's fucking help, I'm tired of being the one in need, I'm tired of being the one who needs to be saved. Because no one of you will, and because it's so fucking degrading, I'm sick of myself, sick of not being able to protect myself-"

"Y/n you're not realizing your potential, please don't rush things!"

"Don't rush things? It's been weeks Satoru and nothing worked, I can't let you go through this, you deserve to be with someone like you, you deserve to be with someone strong, a sorcerer not a talentless human. It's over okay!! I was ready to send you the divorce papers so you don't need worry about anything, I'm no longer a burden, and you won't take my responsibility, I know you're sick of me and of all this prophecy shit" you paused,

looking straight into his blue eyes, if you could trade the night sky for his eyes then you would, you would choose to look deep into those blue canvas. You wanted to take into his face, to stare longer memorizing his features so they take a longer time to fade from your memory.

"Rejoice Satoru, you're free!" you said and freed yourself from his grasp, walking away,

His heart beats escalated, watching you walk away. No it can't be, you can't leave him, not when he realized that he couldn't breathe without you, not when he realized he can't sleep without your scent in the room.

"No, you can't leave me"

He grabbed you again, pulling you against him,

"I can Satoru, that's what you fucking wanted so don't act like you don't want it"

"I'm not acting, I don't want you to leave"

"Why? So you can feel less guilty by making it up for me even if you don't want it?"

"NO!"

"Then fucking why?"

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

A moment of silence fell over the place, looking into each other's eyes, only your heavy breathing is being heard,

"I love you y/n, I love you so fucking much that I can't take it anymore, I love you that the only thing I can focus on is you, I lOVE YOU THAT I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF IT MEANS I GET TO BE WITH YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE MY HEAVEN Y/N, YOU'RE MY BLESSING. I WAS YOUR CURSE AND I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT, BUT LOVE, LOVE MADE ME A FOOL, A FOOL FOR YOU"

You didn't say a word, you were too shocked, words still processing in your mind. You froze, trying to figure out if it was a dream or a reality. But when he crashed his lips on yours, you knew it was real, by the way his soft plump lips felt on yours. His big hands grabbing your waist pulling you towards his body that was screaming, yelling for you, for your touch. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, a sensation you dreamt of for many nights, and days. Daydreaming, wondering how his lips would taste.

Instinctively your hands moved around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath mixing, breathing each other in and out. Kissing each other so passionately as if your lives depend on it as if the world stops rotating, the clock stops ticking, and humans stops breathing. Only you and him in a vast world.

He pulled away, intoxicated by your taste, his eyes full of love and lust at the same time, growing impatient as the seconds passed by, the he spoke with a foggy voice,

"Let's go to our house, our home, tonight I'll make you mine and you'll make me yours.. let me do your duty as your husband, allow me to get a taste of you and get a taste of me"

Your chest rose and fell, feeling the electricity run in your system, turning you on even more.

"mhm" you nodded, you'd follow him everywhere even to your decease.

You were ready to finally give yourself to him, to allow him to do as he pleases to you and you do as you please to him. Finally, a few moments till you become a real husband and wife, a few moments till you taste heaven.

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a/n: there are scenes here from the demigod diaries, specifically the diary of luke castellan. credits to uncle rick for those scenes 💯 the characters and the pjo verse belongs to rick riordan except Amaya Williams and her father.

beta'd by the amazing @lilmaymayy 💘

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CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG HALF BLOODS

LUKE CASTELLAN didn’t want to be a half-blood.

Who would want to be one? Luke had learned from a young age that he could not live a quiet and peaceful life. He was a demigod. If you think that sounds cool, think again. All those Greek monsters from the stories? They are real. Demigods are monster magnets. Monsters can sense them even from miles away.

Luke was nine when he ran away from home. His home life wasn’t exactly ideal. For as long as he could remember, he knew his mother wasn’t normal. Sure, some mothers had addictions, were abusive, and such, but his mother was on a whole new level. At the young age of three, Luke was terrified of his mother’s fits. Her stormy eyes would turn green and she would start screaming Danger! Terrible fate! in a deep, far away voice. Every time it happened, Luke would hide in the furthest corner of his closet, covering his ears while his mother screamed again and again as tears streamed down his face. He felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything for his mother. Luke prayed and prayed for someone to come and save him and his mother, but no one came. Not even his father.

Luke had known who his father was since he was four. His mother always muttered his name, how could he not understand that? Luke was a son of Hermes, he wasn't clueless like how the gods expected him to be. There was a photo at the top of the mantle of the once cozy house that Luke never got a chance to see: a photo of a happy couple with a squirming little baby, them, his once so perfect family.

Luke wondered why his father abandoned him and his mother if they were this perfect family when he was a baby? He prayed day and night to his father but as the days passed, Luke learned to resent his father—blaming him for all of his misery and for what had happened to his mother—if it wasn’t for him leaving maybe his mother wouldn’t be unstable, if it wasn’t for him he could’ve had a proper childhood, if it wasn’t for him he could’ve had a nurturing mother.

Luke would get extremely jealous of children with loving parents—the life he was deprived of—he would watch as mothers tended to their children in his neighborhood, he would watch fathers play with their children, while all he had was a broken mother and a deadbeat father.

Because of that, Luke packed up and ran away and didn’t look back. He’s come to understand that no one will ever rescue him; he has to take his fate into his own hands.

Living alone on the streets at the age of nine is harder than it looked. At first, Luke thought it would all be a great adventure, just like in the stories he heard before, but he eventually realized that living in that house—if you could even call that a house—even with his possessed mother, is safer than fending for himself.

Luke hadn’t brought a weapon with him when he left, not even one of those knives from the kitchen that had never been used and was only rusting in the kitchen drawer, and his carelessness had nearly killed him more than once. He resorted to diving in dumpsters to try to disguise his scent and never stayed in one place for long, always on the move with hardly enough time to steal a few hours—even minutes—of sleep using his backpack as a pillow.

By the second month, Luke nearly admitted defeat. He’d sell his soul to some dark god for a good night’s sleep and a hot meal. He’s exhausted and filthy, penniless and constantly on the run from monsters and well-meaning mortals alike. His backpack felt far heavier than it should and he found himself running out of breath almost every time. His clothes, which had once been bordering on too small thanks to a recent growth spurt, now hang off his thin frame, the cuffs frayed and stained beyond recognition.

Luke imagined all the normal families living in those cozy houses he once passed. He wondered what it would be like to have a home—a proper home—to know where his next meal was coming from, and not have to worry about getting eaten by monsters every day. He barely remembered what it was like to sleep in a real bed. Luke was tired of fending for his life, but eventually he managed to get the hang of living day to day with a promise to himself that he will never be like his father.

He traveled on foot, to state by state, lonely and miserable. Once, when he stopped by in a town for a while, Luke tried to befriend a mortal, but whenever he told them the truth about himself, they didn’t understand. He’d confess that he was the son of Hermes, the immortal messenger dude with the winged sandals. He’d explain that monsters and Greek gods were real and very much alive in the modern world. His mortal friends would say, “That is so cool! I wish I was a demigod!” Like it’s some sort of game and he’d always ended up leaving.

For five years Luke fought hard to survive. He shoplifted food from convenience stores and tried to fight off monsters with a pocket knife he had stolen from a family having a picnic at a park he once passed. Even though he’d never met his father and didn't really want to, he shared some of his talents. Along with being messenger of the gods, his father is also the god of merchants—which explains why he was good with money—and travelers, which explains why the so-called divine god left his mother without ever looking back at the family he supposedly built. Hermes is also the god of thieves, hence the shoplifting and stealing. It wasn’t an ideal life for a child. He was barely living, but eventually Luke just simply learned to live the life he was forced to.

When Luke was fourteen, he had met Thalia—the daughter of Zeus. The meeting had been an accident (it wasn’t). They had literally run into each other in a dragon’s cave outside Charleston and teamed up to stay alive. At first Luke was skeptical of trusting Thalia. No one else in his life had ever understood him, but she did. Thalia fighting off monsters should’ve been Luke’s first clue, that Thalia was like him—a demigod. But unlike him, Thalia had it worse. She was a forbidden kid, born out of a pact sworn on the River Styx. Luke eventually trusted Thalia and the two chose to team up to stay alive, subsequently traveling across the country while fending for themselves.

Being with Thalia made Luke feel less lonely. He finally had a friend, a friend who understood the struggles he had gone through his whole life. With her, battling monsters didn’t feel that scary anymore.

At some point, they arrived at Richmond, Virginia where Thalia followed a goat—Amaltheia. Luke didn’t understand why they were following a goat. Why were they following a goat? He didn’t know. Thalia then told Luke that it was Amaltheia who led her to him, that their meeting wasn’t by accident and decided to follow her thinking that Amaltheia was sent by her father, Zeus. Thalia could flash her blue eyes, give him one kind word, and she can get him to do pretty much anything—even though it was against his better judgment.

Amaltheia led Thalia and Luke to an old mansion. Once inside—thanks to Luke’s skills (which he isn’t proud of)—they realized that the mansion was a trap, a deadly one at that. As they were trying everything to escape, they met Halcyon Green, a demigod son of Apollo who was cursed by the gods for saving a girl’s life with his ability to see into the future. He had been imprisoned and unable to speak. A part of Halcyon’s curse was to lure demigods into being eaten by the three leucrotae—a terrifying monster that cannot be defeated by man nor god.

Luke already knew the gods could be cruel. His own father had ignored him for fourteen years. But Halcyon Green’s curse was just plain wrong. It was evil. Luke desperately wanted to find a way to rescue him and Thalia. But Hal told them that every demigod thought that at first, that they could escape, but soon realized it wasn't possible. Thalia was able to claim the Aegis—a bracelet that transforms into a replica of her father’s shield—a blessing from Zeus. After hours of searching, they discovered that the only way to defeat the leucrotae was making Greek fire.

In the end, Hal decided that he would sacrifice himself to give them time to escape. But before he did, Hal had predicted Luke's future but left him vague answers when asked about it. Hal later gave Luke his personal diary and a celestial bronze knife. Luke and Thalia successfully escaped, shaken, but nonetheless unscathed. Luke gripped his backpack close, the diary and the celestial bronze knife—the only remnants of Halcyon Green’s life—safe inside with the word Promise, that Hal had written.

I promise, Hal, Luke thought. I’ll learn from your mistakes. If the gods ever treat me that badly, I’ll fight back. Luke wouldn’t let him down like the gods damned them to be.

The two ran through the streets of Richmond until they found a small park where they cleaned themselves the best they could. Then they laid low until dark. The two didn’t bother to talk about what had happened while they wandered through neighborhoods and industrial areas. Luke and Thalia had no plan, no glowing goat to follow anymore. They were bone tired, but neither of them felt like sleeping or stopping. Luke wanted to get as far as possible from that burning mansion. It wasn’t the first time they’d barely escaped with our lives, but they had never succeeded at the expense of another demigod’s life.

Thalia suggested heading to their old camp on the James River as they shivered in the cold of the night. It would take at least a day to get there, but it was as good as a plan. The two demigods sat and split a ham sandwich as they ate in silence. The food tasted like cardboard, but they really didn’t have a choice. After the last bite, Luke heard a faint metal ping from a nearby alley. Someone was nearby.

Luke got up, pulling out the dagger Hal gave him as Thalia had her spear and shield at the ready. The two crept along the wall of the warehouse, turning into a dark alleyway that dead-ended at a loading dock piled with old scrap metal. Just then there was a loud clang, a sheet of corrugated tin quivered on the dock. Something—someone—was underneath. Luke crept toward the loading bay until we stood over the pile of metal, Thalia following closely behind. He gestured for her to hold back as he reached for the piece of corrugated metal and mouthed, One, two, three! As soon as he lifted the sheet of tin, something flew at him—a blur of flannel and dark hair. A hammer hurtled straight at his face.

Things could’ve gone very wrong. Fortunately his reflexes were good from years of fighting. Luke dodged the hammer, then grabbed the little girl’s wrist. The hammer went skidding across the pavement. The little girl struggled. She couldn’t have been more than seven years old.

“No more monsters!” she screamed, kicking Luke in the legs. “Go away!”

“It’s okay!” He tried his best to hold her, but it was like holding a wildcat. Thalia looked too stunned to move. She still had her spear and shield ready.

“Thalia,” Luke said. “put your shield away! You’re scaring her!”

Thalia unfroze. She touched the shield and it shrank back into a bracelet. She dropped her spear. “Hey, little girl,” she said, sounding more gentle than he’d ever heard. “It’s all right. We’re not going to hurt you. I’m Thalia. This is Luke.”

“Monsters!” the little girl wailed, tears staining her face.

“No,” Luke promised. The poor thing wasn’t fighting as hard, but she was shivering, terrified of them. “But we know about monsters,” Luke explained softly. “We fight them too.”

Luke held her, more to comfort than restrain now. Eventually she stopped kicking. She felt cold. Her ribs were bony under her flannel pajamas. He wondered how long this little girl had gone without eating. She was even younger than Luke had been when he ran away. Despite her fear, she looked at him with large eyes. They were startlingly gray, beautiful and intelligent. A demigod—no doubt about it. Luke got the feeling she was powerful—or she would be, if she survived.

“You’re like me?” she asked, still suspicious, but she sounded a little hopeful, too.

“Yeah,” Luke nodded. “We’re…” he hesitated, not sure if she understood what she was, or if she’d ever heard the word demigod. Luke didn’t want to scare her even worse. “Well, it’s hard to explain, but we’re monster fighters. Where’s your family?”

The little girl’s expression turned hard and angry. Her chin trembled. “My family hates me. They don’t want me. I ran away.”

Luke’s heart felt like it was cracking into a million pieces. She had such pain in her voice—familiar pain. Luke looked at Thalia, and made a silent decision right there that they would take care of this kid.

Thalia knelt next to him. She put her hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Annabeth.”

Luke smiled. He’d never heard that name before, but it was pretty, and it seemed to fit her. “Nice name,” he told her. “I tell you what, Annabeth. You’re pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you.”

Her eyes widened. “You could?”

“Oh, yeah,” Luke said earnestly. Then a sudden thought struck him. He reached for Hal’s dagger. It will protect its owner, Hal had said. He had gotten it from the little girl he had saved. Now fate had given them the chance to save another little girl.

“How’d you like a real monster-slaying weapon?” Luke asked her. “This is Celestial bronze. Works a lot better than a hammer.”

Annabeth took the dagger and studied it in awe. She was seven years old at most. What was he thinking giving her a weapon? But she was a demigod. They have to defend themselves. Hercules was only a baby when he strangled two snakes in his cradle. By the time Luke was nine, he’d fought for his life more than a dozen times. Annabeth could use a weapon.

“Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters,” Luke told her. His voice caught as he remembered Hal Green, and how he’d died to save them. “They don’t have the reach or power of a sword, but they’re easy to conceal and they can find weak spots in your enemy’s armor. It takes a clever warrior to use a knife. I have a feeling you’re pretty clever.”

Annabeth beamed at him, and for that, all his problems seemed to melt. Luke felt as if he’d done one thing right. He swore to himself that he would never let this girl come to harm. “I am clever!” she said.

Thalia laughed and tousled Annabeth’s hair. Just like that—they had a new companion. “We’d better get going, Annabeth,” Thalia said. “We have a safe house on the James River. We’ll get you some clothes and food.”

Annabeth’s smile wavered. For a moment, she had that wild look in her eyes again. “You’re…you’re not going to take me back to my family? Promise?”

Luke swallowed the lump out of his throat. Annabeth was so young, but she’d learned a hard lesson, just like he and Thalia had. Their parents had failed them. The gods were harsh and cruel and aloof. Demigods had only each other.

Luke put his hand on Annabeth’s shoulder.“You’re part of our family now. And I promise I’m not going to fail you like our families did us. Deal?”

“Deal!” Annabeth said happily, clutching her new dagger.

Thalia picked up her spear. She smiled at Luke with approval. “Now, come on. We can’t stay put for long!”

The trio left Richmond, headed to their safe house on the James River. The three of them fought for survival and avoided monsters together. It wasn’t much, but it was home for them—the family they built.

At some point, Thalia got injured by a monster and Luke and Annabeth wanted to rest. Given the situation, Luke decided to take the girls to his mother's house to treat Thalia’s wounds and to gather up a few supplies as Annabeth rested. There, Luke finally meets his father, Hermes, for the first time in thirteen years. Luke was angry and resented his father. He demanded to know why he had never shown up when Luke had desperately prayed while he hid from his mother when she had fits, or when he was on his own, running away from monsters. During this conversation, Hermes inadvertently revealed that he knew of Luke's fate. Luke asked about it since Hal had only given him vague answers, but Hermes refused to tell him as he had already said too much. Luke then told his father that he couldn't possibly love him if he wouldn't tell him and angrily left with Thalia and Annabeth.

Eventually they met Grover Underwood, a satyr tasked to bring them back to Camp Half Blood. A safe haven for demigods. A place where monsters and mortals can’t come. Grover led the three of them to camp, but it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

Monsters attacked them from left to right. All three Furies and a pack of Hellhounds attacked, Cyclopes followed, and one thing led to another. Thalia sacrificed herself so Luke and Annabeth could get to camp safely. Luke thought she was stupid to sacrifice herself, he yelled at Thalia to not do it but she was as stubborn as her father. Luke held a crying Annabeth while fighting tears of his own as they entered the barrier between Camp Half Blood and the mortal world, where Thalia breathed her last breath as Zeus turned his daughter into a pine tree.

“Don’t worry, Annabeth. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Luke soothed the young girl in his arms, who mourned the loss of their friend—their sister. Luke vowed to himself that he won’t let the gods treat them horribly ever again.

MAYA WILLIAMS hated being a half-blood.

Why wouldn’t she? Maya grew up alone because she was one. Sure, she wasn’t chased by any monsters, but she lived with one. Her father—Oliver Williams—despised his daughter. Why? Her mother left when Maya was born, right after she was born. Oliver blamed his daughter for that. Maya had no clue on who her mother was, or why she left when she was born. When she would ask her father, he would get angry at her and hit her and yell at her to go to her room. There were times that Oliver would leave for days—weeks, even—leaving Maya with a nanny and the toys he had bought her just to leave him alone and the occasional visits from his secretary (who pitied the young girl). Maya didn’t understand why her father hated her when she only wanted to make her daddy happy.

When Maya was five, she started experiencing strange things. Like white doves flocking near her school that refused to leave how much the exterminators tried. Or that time when her grandparents brought her to the beach and dolphins started swimming towards her. Or that time when she was at the park and swans approached her as she fed the birds with her nanny. As a child, Maya didn’t pay it too much attention. She only thought that animals liked her so much that they couldn’t leave her alone. But when she turned eight, she knew she was different. Apart from having dyslexia and ADHD, she had this aura of beauty, causing everyone to like her, want her even. Aside from that, Maya could ask anyone for anything she wanted and she would get it. Like that time when her grandmother took her out to shop for clothes when she saw a pretty dollhouse that she wanted. It wasn’t because she was spoiled or anything, but when she would ask anyone out on the street for anything, they’d give it to her—no questions asked.

When Maya was six, she heard her father one night drunk in his room, crying over her mother. It was weird for Maya to see her father crying without any cameras because he was an actor, so as a curious little girl, Maya peeked into his room. She saw her father, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a photo in the other, which Maya assumed was her mother.

“Oh, Aphrodite, why did you have to leave me?” Oliver sobbed, titling the glass to his lips. “You left me with nothing! You left me alone to raise—”

Maya ran to her room before she even heard the rest of what her father said. She packed a bag of clothes, grabbed food from the pantry, medical supplies in the bathroom, and money from her dad’s office before running away from home and never looking back. Maya wasn’t stupid. For six long years her father made it clear that he never loved her, therefore she was doing him a favor by leaving. But she understood something. Her mother’s name was Aphrodite. Her mother was the goddess of love. How did a six year old understand that? She didn’t know. It just clicked in Maya’s head—the doves, the dolphins, the swans, were somehow enough to prove that the goddess was her mother.

Maya ran through the streets of New Hampshire as fast as her little legs could carry her, determined to be as far as possible from the place she once called home. She thought it would be easy, like what she’d seen once on tv, but it wasn't—it was far worse than anything she had ever seen. Maya didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She couldn’t go to her grandparents, they were in Europe. Maya never felt so alone, living by herself in a world not built for little kids, especially a kid like her.

Eventually, Maya got the hang of being on the run. By the second month, she was living from state to state, asking for help—using her charm—to get by. From time to time, the thought of her father would cross her mind. Was he looking for her? Was he worried for her? Did he miss her? Maya wanted nothing more than to have her father’s love, she wanted him to find her—to wrap her in his arms and tell her he missed her and he was sorry for making her feel unloved, but she knew better than to expect that. Maya watched fathers with their little girls, wondering what she did to deserve a father like the one she had—a father so careless enough to let his own child believe that she wasn’t loved and run away from home at seven years old. She couldn’t understand how he hurt a little kid, his own kid.

And then there was the thought of her mother. It was ironic, how Maya was a daughter of the goddess of love and a man who’s incapable of loving. Maya wondered if it was some sort of joke, that she’d been born to parents who didn’t care about her. Or maybe her mother just didn’t think she was pretty enough to be worthy of being her child. It didn’t matter, because she was all alone—her mother never answered her prayers and pleas, proving all of her points. Maya was all on her own, she always had been. The happy little girl was gone, replaced by a little girl terrified by everything the cruel world tossed at her.

At seven years old, Maya has told a million lies—that came from her mother, probably—just to survive. Her clothes were tattered, flaming locks of auburn hair were matted and dirty, and skin bruised like violets from tripping as she ran away from creepy older men who tried to follow her. Maya had been on the run for two years, she had everything under control. She shoplifted from convenience stores and whenever she was caught, Maya would tell them that she lost her parents (which was true, in a sense) and had nowhere else to go. It worked like a charm each and every time, well except for that one time she ran into the police. Maya dreamed of living in peace, a place where she could be just a kid and not having to think where she’d sleep for the night or where she’d get her next meal. Given the state of how she was living, Maya knew it was impossible and maybe she had to learn to live with the miserable life she had. It was then that she held a grudge at her parents. Maya was tired of believing her parents ever loved her, because someone who loves you wouldn’t do any of this. They’re just the ones who gave her life, nothing more.

Maya promised to herself that she wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again, that she’d never be naive enough to believe that anyone could ever love her.

At eight years old, Maya met Ferdinand—a satyr who had sensed that Maya was a half blood. At first, Maya was scared. Of course she’d be scared, she was still a little girl and Ferdinand looked a lot older than her—she didn’t have great experiences with people older than her—and he had goat horns and legs.

“Don’t be scared, little one. I am a friend,” Ferdinand had explained to Maya, who hid behind a large trash can in an alley.

“Go away! I don’t wanna be friends!” Maya screamed, clutching her fraying backpack close to her chest.

“I can take you to a safer place, little one. A place where no one could hurt you.” Ferdinand explained, taking a step closer to the crying young girl. “I sense that you have been hurt before, am I right?”

Maya didn’t want to believe him. He was a stranger and strangers meant trouble. But something about the goat man felt safe. “I don’t wanna go to your stupid place! Leave me alone!”

“What’s your name?” Ferdinand asked, peering over the trash can.

Maya hesitated, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Not telling.”

“Alright, I’ll go first,” Ferdinand took the risk of walking to Maya’s side. “I’m Ferdinand. I am a satyr, protector of young demigods, or half bloods as they call children of the gods. And you are?”

Maya looked at him, eyes still glazed over with fresh tears. “Maya.”

“Well, young Maya, are you hungry?”

Maya shook her head no, but the grumble of stomach betrayed her. “Hungry,” she mumbled.

“If you’d like, you can come with me to that convenience store just ‘round the corner.” Ferdinand smiled at her, a kind genuine smile that Maya had never seen before in any other person she’s met. Reluctantly, she agreed, keeping her distance as Ferdinand led the way. Maya looked around, wondering how people are not looking at Ferdinand. He literally had goat legs and horns yet no one’s looking at him like an animal.

As soon as Maya was settled with a sandwich and juice box, she asked Ferdinand. “Why aren’t people scared of you, Mr. Ferdinand?”

Ferdinand chuckled. “It’s because of the Mist, young Maya.”

Maya raised a brow. “The Mist? Like perfume?”

“The Mist is what separates the mortal world from our world.”

Maya looked at him as if he was crazy. “What do you mean? Don’t we have one world?”

“Let me take you to Camp Half Blood, little one. Everything will make sense once you arrive.”

“Why should I go with you?” Maya asked, gripping the straps of her backpack, ready to run at any second.

“Because,” Ferdinand chuckled, acknowledging Maya’s skepticism. “There are kids like you at Camp Half Blood. It is a safe haven for young half-bloods like you. It is where the gods claim their children, young Maya.”

“You’re not lying?” Maya asked, big green eyes searching for any malice in the satyr’s eyes. She has had enough from malicious men who wanted to do unspeakable things to her. There was once this man who tried to lure her in with a good meal. When Maya declined, he tried to grab her, luckily Maya escaped—with the help of a little foot stomping and biting. It only fueled her hatred of men.

“I’m not, young Maya.” Ferdinand smiled at her. “It is our duty to protect. I promise I will not let any harm come to you as we travel to camp.”

“You promise?” Promises were never good, Maya hated promises. Promises were always meant to be broken. But this one felt like a tug in her heart, like a way to find who she was.

“On the River Styx, young one.”

Maya didn’t understand what the River Styx meant. Was it a river full of sticks? Despite her worries, Maya trusted him. The two then traveled to Long Island on foot from Massachusetts. Maya learned to trust Ferdinand, who kept her safe no matter what.

“You know, I have a nephew that’s around your age. His name is Grover, a fine protector in the making. He could be your friend once you arrive at camp.” Ferdinand mused as he and Maya—aboard his shoulders—trudged up the highway nearing Half Blood Hill.

“Really? You think he’s gonna play with me? An orphan-”

“You are not an orphan, Maya. You have a mother. I’m sure she’d claim you as soon as you step through the barrier.” Ferdinand insisted. Maya doubted that, but decided against voicing out her thoughts. She had prayed and prayed for so long, but her mother never answered, so why would she? Now that Maya was finally at camp?

As soon as Maya arrived at Camp Half Blood, she was in awe—giddy, almost. It wasn’t what Maya expected it to be. Camp was beautiful, far from the dumpster Maya had thought it to be. Every camper had necklaces, with beads indicating the years they’ve been at camp—Maya wanted one so badly and tried asking Ferdinand to make her one. There was a strawberry patch—much to Maya’s excitement, she loves strawberries and wanted to go straight to the patches. And for the main attraction, the twelve cabins, which Maya assumed one was her mother’s since Ferdinand had explained it was for each of the Olympian gods.

Maya was then welcomed by a crowd—campers of all ages, a grumbling man in a Hawaiian shirt, and half horse, half man.

“Welcome, young demigod,” Chiron greeted the young girl who was looking up at him with wide eyes. It’s not everyday that she sees another half human animal.

“Uh, what are you?” Maya asked, her hand immediately went flying to her mouth. “Sorry, I-”

Chiron laughed. “It’s alright, I apologize for not introducing myself properly. I’m Chiron, a centaur and the activities director of camp. And you are, young lady?”

“Maya,” she squeaked, eyes still wide. “Maya Williams.”

“Welcome to Camp, Maya. You’ll do great things, I know it.”

Suddenly, there was a collective gasp. Everyone stared at Maya like she’d just done something wrong.

“What did I do?” Maya asked, her lower lip trembling. She had been at camp barely a day, and she had already done something wrong. Was everything in her life always going to go wrong?

“Look down,” One of the campers said, pointing to Maya’s clothes.

Maya looked down and her eyes widened once more, she looked different. Her clothes weren't tattered and filthy anymore. Now, she was wearing a beautiful white sleeveless gown that went down to her ankles. Delicate gold armbands circled her biceps. An intricate necklace of amber, coral, and gold flowers glittered on her chest, and her hair was perfect: lush and long and flaming locks of auburn hair, braided to the side with gold ribbons. The filthy child, gone—as if she never was. Her mother had claimed her, just like that. Maya had been expecting that her mother would personally come and claim her, but she didn’t. Maya should’ve known better than to expect a literal goddess to come down and meet her child.

Chiron folded his front legs and bowed to her, and all the campers followed his example. “Hail, Amaya Williams,” Chiron announced proudly, as if she did something honorable. “Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love!”

friendly reminder: this is how small maya was when she ran away 🤭

taglist:

@mischiefmoons (special mention to jo cuz i love love love trouble!verse 💯💘) @iliketopgun @pleasingregulus

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 16)

tw: literally Yves watching ur every move, super suffocating stuff, Yandere shenanigans

Yeah ok u guys decided to lust for the creep, then the creep u shall receive

after this chapter i mean

Part 17

You told him your opinion on Montgomery.

"I see." He replied. Yves deadpanned at you before pulling you in for another kiss on the lips. Your face and the tips of your ears heat up, you're still not used to this yet.

He pulled away and chuckled at your bashfulness. Trying to cover your burning face with your hands is futile, as it only makes him tease you more.

"Call me if you need to go somewhere. I'm available for you any time." He slung the straps of his handbag around his shoulder, and Yves prepared his car keys in his hand.

You told him 'okay' as you're rubbing the last of his lipstick marks off using a piece of wet wipe.

He stroked your head, traced his fingertips down your jaw and finally held your chin. He tilted your head upwards and gave you a forehead kiss.

You whinged as you now have to wipe off one last print. He bid you goodbye before closing and locking the front door behind him.

Soon after, you dashed back into your room trying to escape your housemates hollering.

Days would go on like this: Yves breaks into your house using the spare key, scare the shit out of you when you open the door to see him standing there, receive adequate kisses, eat (br)lunch, talk for hours, landlord comes over to fix more stuff, eat dinner and finally, at around midnight- sometimes later, Yves would leave.

You would go to sleep almost immediately, but definitely looking forward to the next day.

He started coming in earlier and earlier, working on his things during times where you had nothing to say. You asked him about his work, he tried explaining it to you but you zoned out. It's so boring and complicated. Full of numbers, charts and graphs, you couldn't care less.

Needless to say, he cooked all your meals and did all your chores for you. You always protested, because it isn't his job and you should be responsible for taking out the trash or keeping yourself alive.

Yves would simply ignore you and do them anyway. If you're particularly worried, he assures you that it's some sort of a hobby of his to take good care of you. If you insist that he stops, he will guilt you; making you think that you're unnecessarily taking away part of his joy in this relationship when it isn't even harming you. So you just let him do what he wants, and you benefit from it greatly.

You really like him. He lets you take a nap on his lap while he types away at your desk, Yves listens to you ramble about your interests and occasionally adds his own fascinating commentary to it. You were astonished to know he has a whole database of random fandom trivia in his head. He washed your sheets and made your bed for you every morning.

He lets you hog his portable fan to yourself. But eventually, his bargaining powers lead to your landlord installing a ceiling air conditioner in your room. The best part? No rise in rent.

Yves gradually introduced you to a solid skincare routine. It started off with a simple face cleanser and moisturizer. Then he added toner to the regime. Then a weekly exfoliation and bi-weekly usage of sheet masks. It was hard for you to remember to do it or have the motivation, but Yves didn't mind maintaining your skin.

You just love the tingles you felt when he reclined you on your chair and he massages your face with the moisturizer. His fingers skillfully work to unravel you.

He made your house actually enjoyable to live in. You haven't gone out in three weeks and that didn't alarm you. You are glowing, physically fitter than ever, clean and most importantly, happy.

You have the drive to do so many things. Like learning a new language, learning to code, learning to knit or crochet, learning to draw... anything you wanted to do, Yves is always the expert to consult. He would buy the materials you need and teach you step by step. It made sense for him to be an extraordinary mentor, because you found out that he was also an exemplary lecturer at your university at one point.

You confirmed that he's currently a researcher, specifically, a research mathematician who works together with other branches of academia including but not limited to human Psychology, biology and sociology. The gist of his project has to do with predictive algorithms and probabilities. It's impressive and complicated, too bad you're not interested beyond what was described in a nutshell.

It's no secret that you look up to him, seeing that you're also a student looking to advance their education.

But it begs the question of his age. He has done so much in a short span of time. You wonder what his true age is.

But it's almost impossible to know because he would be offended whenever his age is brought up. It seems like he despised being perceived as ancient, which you understand. He probably comes from a time where youth is overly worshipped. You let it go, it isn't like his age affects you in any way.

It doesn't mean you didn't try searching him up. At first you suspected that he was lying because you couldn't find anything about him working at your university on the internet. But you sent an email to the administration asking about him. They came back with the confirmation that Yves is currently a hired researcher there. Strange that they knew who he is without knowing his last name. You guess there's only one Yves in the entirety of his faculty.

Speaking of names, you were shocked to find out that Yves didn't have a last name. After tons of relentless teasing from Yves for wanting to know his surname and a platitude of shame-induced face coverings later, you finally discovered he doesn't have one. This was bizarre to you, but Yves only told you off for being insensitive towards him, as not everyone has the privilege of a last name. It seems like a touchy subject, better not bring it up again.

Although it has been around a month since you think you first met Yves, you can safely say that you're madly in love with him. He is way more attentive and caring of you than anyone you ever met. Not even your parents or guardians can compare. Absolutely no one in your life has treated you this well.

There is that nagging feeling that something is very wrong. It wasn't a "He is going to leave you for someone better" feeling, it was more of a "what if Yves is secretly an organ harvester and he's healing you up to make a good price on the black market?"

But due to blind love, you forced yourself to brush it off as some implausible, impossible, silly thought.

...is it though? Yves does give off uncanny vibes sometimes no matter how suave and sexy he is. He has a lot of things to hide and the knowledge that you have of him is not enough to save you if he ever decides to steal a kidney or two.

Maybe this relationship isn't good for you. It keeps giving you inner turmoil to lose sleep over. This is definitely too good to be true, no one likes being a full time babysitter for their partner; this has to be a trap! You think you should quickly break it off with Yves before it gets too--

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you felt the chilly air from the air conditioner nip at your skin. The bliss of not being boiled alive by your own fluid trickles down your forehead.

You close your eyes and grin, letting the wind blow on your sweaty hair. This is lovely, you're so grateful to have Yves in your life. If you didn't have him here, you wouldn't be able to enjoy this temperate luxury.

Yves lets his focused gaze linger on your form for a few more seconds before replacing the remote back onto the holder. Yves pressed the button on his stopwatch, the beep was soft enough to go unnoticed.

He checked the temperature, the time and the humidity of your bedroom before logging them all into his computer. Yves turned his head to look at your position on the floor, you're splayed out like a rag as gusts of cold air strike your body.

He opened another file, which is the floorplan of this house. His eyes scanned the screen, noting down the exact coordinates of your precise location.

It would always be like this. You would start formulating thoughts and suspicions on Yves, spiral so much that you contemplated ending everything to protect yourself, then something interrupts your mind and eradicating the unwanted ideas entirely. Be it a change in temperature, texture, hunger or thirst. Sometimes, it's because you feel you hit your Yves-interaction/social quota for the day. So he would excuse himself and leave your house until you recovered.

He always comes back at the perfect time. Just right when you're starting to yearn for him. Yves ensures he never leaves for too long to make you think he's neglecting you. But he wouldn't come back too soon to make you go "yuck, this bitch's face again?"

Your signs could be as minuscule as a lower lip twitch, a brief, split-second movement of the eye, flaring of nostrils, positioning of your arms or even a change in the depth or rhythm of your breathing.

Or it could be an increase in heart rate, body temperature or sweat beading from your pores. Hell, it could even be the sound of you swallowing your spit or the smell of irritation.

They are all telltale signs that you're about to do or think about something undesirable due to overwhelm or underwhelm.

It's scary. He could just detect it with his superhuman senses. But ignorance is bliss, you still didn't know that he's puppeteering your environment accordingly. He would very much like to keep it that way.

Yves must admit, he has been careless. For the past three weeks, he failed to consider that his daily presence is wearing you down. It was his own fault for disregarding his calculations, Yves was originally only supposed to see you four times a week; that was the most optimal arrangement.

But he was enamoured, as desperate and feverish as you to be together. He just hides it impeccably well. Could you blame him, though? This was the first time you acknowledged him, the first time Yves got to kiss, touch, and hug you as freely as he wanted. The first time he gets to observe past the use of cameras- he does not need to hide. He gets to put his elaborate meal plans to use, you're eating his cooking, he's washing your clothes and you're accepting his backrubs. This is the closest so far to the ideal he wanted in his life with you. Anyone would be greedy in his situation.

But he flew too close to the sun like Icarus did. The wax melted off his wings and now he has to face the consequences that would have been avoided if only he had controlled himself better.

He's starting to notice you're not as positively receptive to his kisses as before. Sometimes even outright grimacing and shuddering in disgust when you think he's not looking. You spent a couple minutes longer in the bathroom, sometimes up to an hour, claiming you had stomach issues. But you didn't have problems with your digestion, your boyfriend made sure of that. He meticulously checks everything that goes into your mouth and he knows you didn't even pull your pants down. All you did was sit in the corner and scroll on your phone.

You did it just to escape from Yves and he's fully aware of that.

It devastated him when he went through your internet history:

Yves removed his reading glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He checked the timestamps, and you accessed the web since three in the morning.

"Why are my boyfriend's kisses and hugs gross to me now"

"Clingy boyfriend"

"How to tell my boyfriend to stop being clingy without hurting his feelings"

"How to say no to hugs"

"How to say no to hugs and kisses"

"How to say no"

"How to stop people pleasing"

"How to tell people that i dont want to see them but not forever just for a few days"

"Social battery"

"Therapists near me"

"Therapy price"

"is University counseling free"

"university counseling wait times"

"How to break up with my boyfriend"

"Is it rude to break up over text"

"Script for breaking up"

"Nice script for breaking up"

"Kind script for breaking up"

"Breaking up without hurting his feelings script"

"ChatGPT"

"Do retired lecturers have a habit of checking for plagiarism in their day to day life"

"Is AI generated content plagiarism"

"Jobs near me"

He knows he has no one but himself to blame. He had a plan all laid out, if he followed it to a Tee, it would have conditioned you to ultimately accept his intense love without complaints. He was supposed to give you a maximum of one kiss on the lips and four others somewhere else on your face. But gave you a whopping average of 76 kisses a day, 20 of which are on the lips; 1520% of the actual daily cap on kisses.

Likewise, he hugged you too much. Yves was only supposed to give you 12 hugs, lasting 8 seconds each at most, spaced throughout the day. However, you're in his arms for a total of 6 hours a day; 2250% of the maximum.

He is the first thing you see in the morning and the last face you perceive before sleeping, From before sunrise to past beyond sundown, you would be exposed to him; from 6am to 12am the next day; he would already be in your room before you're even awake. Subconsciously, you know he's there because the brain never stops working.

Of course, you would be sick of him! It doesn't matter if you came from an affectionate family or you turned out severely touch-starved, with extreme figures like these, anyone would be nauseated with his presence by the third week!

Yves fought back the urge to run the numbers back the fifth time. The cold hard facts are there, he made a grave mistake. Painstakingly recalculating everything is just a pathetic attempt to appease his denial that he lost control over himself.

He sighed and propped his head up by an elbow, absentmindedly fiddling on his calculator. Yves's eyes flitted up to the monitor. You're curled up into a ball on your bed, scrolling on your phone. Most likely to try and catch up with your own me-time. Yves could see pixels of bags forming under your eyes.

He shook his head and decided he must rectify this. Yves got up from his seat and sauntered out of his office, switching the lights off but leaving his surveillance equipment on.

Meanwhile, you yawned, closing your eyes and letting your phone slip next to you. Finally but reluctantly drifting off to sleep.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc montgomery

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ptn-imagines · 2 months

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Hi, hope you're having a good day! Since you mentioned in your rules that you also do major NPCs, would you mind doing some romantic Julien and mChief headcanons? I need some wholesome content for them to cope after chapter 13 T-T Love your previous headcanons btw, you really capture the personality of each of the characters perfectly!

Here's a bone for the grieving widows out there! I do wanna note that this one kind of got away from me -- I decided to share it anyway, but if you would like me to do a continuation or a completely different headcanon set that's more in line with the original request, feel free! I promise I won't be upset.

Below the cut due to mentions of passive su*cidal ideation.

Romantic relationship between Julien and m!Chief (Julien lives AU)

The chances of Julien surviving BR-002 were about the same as the chances of a Paradeisian treating a Syndican well. So, when the news reached him that Julien had been recovered alive, the Chief couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and thank every deity he could think of.

Still, Julien’s condition after his separation from the BR-002 Corpus was terrible, and he would not wake up. Chief expected this, to a degree, recalling Zoya and BR-004 – and it was that same memory that caused him to lean on his connections a bit, convincing the higher ups to let Julien be brought to the MBCC as he recovered. He didn’t want yet another person important to him slipping through his fingers.

Thankfully, the transfer to the MBCC went off without a hitch. Chief found himself constantly at Julien’s bedside, fussing and fretting, and several times he had to be thrown out by Iron or Anne. Still, he wasn’t alone; misery loves company, as they say, and Donald was a frequent companion, as were Lavina and some others from the Drifter Camp.

It took several weeks for Julien to finally open his eyes, but when he did, the Chief was right there. Upon hearing that weak, raspy voice say his name, Chief’s heart leapt into his throat, and he was on his feet yelling for a doctor before he could fully process what was happening.

Iron shooed him out of the room while she checked on Julien, so that turned into a lot of anxious pacing while waiting for news. Thankfully, when it arrived, it was on a positive note – Julien’s condition was abysmal and he’d be stuck in the medical ward for what was likely to be months, but he’d make it.

As soon as he was allowed inside again, Chief rushed back to Julien’s side. When the architect laid eyes on him, he gave a weak smile. “There you are. Tell me, what has become of Drifter Camp?”

The conversation that followed was a bittersweet one. Julien mostly listened as the Chief filled him in, as his memory from his time as a Corpseborne was hazy at best. The Chief’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth, his heart in his throat as he tried not to stumble over his words.

When the explanations were finished, Julien was silent for a long moment, before he sighed and closed his eyes. The Chief almost panicked, but then he spoke: “So it’s… finally over then. Rustfire, no, all of the West District owes you a great debt, Chief. I… must admit I did not expect to have the chance to thank you personally, but… I am glad that it turned out this way.”

Still, there’s a certain underlying melancholy to Julien’s words that seemed to suggest that he would much rather be at eternal rest. The Chief frowned, but before he could confront Julien on it, Iron once again shooed him out to let the patient get some rest.

Chief continued to visit Julien in the medical ward whenever he could. At first, it was a lot of one-sided conversation, with the architect very rarely chiming in. Chief told himself that was fine, Julien was still recovering after all, and tried to ignore the way it made him feel like he was speaking to a corpse.

It was hard for the Chief to find a good moment to talk about that. Whenever he’d gather up the courage to broach the topic, he’d take one glance at Julien’s weary features and his resolve would shatter and scatter to the wind. And yet, that sense that Julien would rather not be here never fully went away.

The months of Julien’s recovery were slow, but Chief found himself developing tumultuous emotions towards the architect. Julien was a dear friend, yes, even if he’d done some things that annoyed Chief to no end, but lately… He felt… something more? Nightmares weren’t uncommon for him, and Julien crumbling to dust just like Earl had done a year ago was an image that was now seared into his brain, but lately it had been… more gut-wrenching than normal.

One day, when he came to visit, he found Julien out of bed, sitting in a wheelchair by the false window. He was gazing out with a slight frown on his face, and the sterile light of the medical ward definitely didn’t do anything to highlight him like rays of sunlight or anything similarly poetic and yet that was the defining moment it hit Chief:

“Shit, I’m in love with him.”

He must have fallen into a reverie because the next thing he knew, Julien was calling out to him. He shook himself and walked forward with a smile, congratulating the architect on no longer being bed-bound. Julien quipped that it wasn’t like he was going anywhere on his legs, to which Chief replied that being confined to a room is still a minor improvement over being confined to just a bed. This won him a small chuckle which set his heart aflutter.

Chief didn’t mention his newly-realized feelings as Julien moved into a new stage of recovery, but he still spent pretty much every free second he could at the architect's side. It wasn't uncommon for Chief to fall asleep in his room and wake up to one of the medical staff having put a blanket over him so as to not disturb them.

Julien would talk more now than he used to; in some ways it was like a role reversal as Chief would find himself silently nodding along as Julien talked for hours about his designs. He didn't always understand, but it made Julien happy to talk about, so he was happy to listen.

Chief did manage to finally confront Julien about the melancholy he'd noticed so long ago. Julien gave a sad smile. “It's true, I don't necessarily feel as though I deserve to be here,” he said, and Chief frowned, opening his mouth to protest. Julien held up a hand. “But lately I've found that… perhaps there are reasons for me to stick around, after all.” Now, his smile brightened, and Chief had to quickly look away to maintain his composure. He wondered if Julien could hear his pounding heartbeat. It sure felt like he should be able to.

Eventually, the day came that Chief was both anticipating and dreading. Julien had fully recovered, and no longer needed to stay in the MBCC; he'd been away from Drifter Camp for over a year, and he was desperate to go back.

Chief went with him, and when it was time for them to part ways, he found it difficult to find the words he wanted to say. Due to their responsibilities, they both knew they'd be seeing each other more scarcely from here on out. Chief had to say something…

Julien spoke first. “Well, I suppose this is it. I must thank you, Chief, for being at my side for this past year. Know that I will… never forget this kindness. You will always be welcome in Drifter Camp.”

Chief swallowed the lump in his throat. He hated the finality of this moment, but he had to say something. “Julien, there's something I need to tell you. I…”

The architect lifted a hand to stop him. “Have mercy on this poor old fool, Chief,” he said softly. “Fate conspires to keep us apart. I've… enjoyed our time together, just the same as you. But speaking those feelings aloud… I fear my heart would never recover.”

Chief wasn't able to find a satisfactory response before Lavina and others from the Drifter Camp appeared to whisk their leader away, leaving him standing there alone in the chill wind.

Chief swallowed down the lump in his throat and turned back to the car waiting to take him back to the MBCC. He'd see Julien again, he knew – the other wasn't dead, and relations with Drifter Camp would be important.

Still, the weight of a heart torn from its most beloved was a heavy burden to bear.

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn julien #path to nowhere julien #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere headcanons #julien #headcanons

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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All Of Your Parts

Series Name: All Of Your Parts

Chapter Title: One - Baking and Lavender

Pairing: Billy Russo x System!Reader

Content: Reader with Dissociative Identity Reader, Soft!Billy, Established Relationship, Billy and Reader have been together around 5~ weeks, This chapter is Billy’s first introduction to the alters, written in first person so readers can get a feel for the difference between alters, name in bold is who’s fronting, host is Y/N

These will all be drabbles!!

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

Elisadora / Eli

The scent of cinnamon and apples wafted through the air as they stewed on the stove top. Billy’s apartment was chic and slick, untouched by time unlike my own. The place we lived was cheap and all we could afford on our pension. Until we met Billy we lived a rough life, still living with our mother in the small place. It was home though and the first place Y/N picked out when we turned 18. Our brother had long been gone by then, moving in with his best friend. Currently we worked at the gift-shop in a museum, it was a quiet job and we knew it well.

“You home- what’s cooking? Didn’t you tell me you can’t cook?”

That was my first mistake. It was true, Y/N had told Billy they couldn’t cook because well they can’t. In our youth they’d burn everything or over cook it. It was odd considering we’d been brought up baking and cooking, making treats for our family. I suppose that’s something unique with our disorder, when I split I took all that knowledge with me. My name is Elisadora, a whimsical name I know but I formed in the mind of a child.

“Oh, well I found a recipe and I thought I would try it out”

Billy and Y/N had been seeing one another for a few weeks now. They were lovely together, everything they didn’t have he did and vice versa. One may see them and say soulmates, considering Billy had told our host he’d never settle I may just believe those who call them that.

“Isn’t that dangerous without adult supervision?”

He cracked a smile, walking towards me slowly. Even with the heavy work of the day his clothes remained primped and smooth, not a wrinkle in sight. Something that always impressed me. I may not share Y/N’s taste when it comes to dating but I must say they know how to pick them. Billy leaned in for a kiss to which I promptly pushed him away.

“Get into something more comfortable first, then we’ll see. You must be sore from your day”

Trying my best to fake the New York accent of the host was difficult, typically we didn’t mask. There was no need. We live in Manhattan and don’t have many friends. Our co-workers at the museum pay little attention to us. Everyone we see is typically once and gone, they never remember our odd behaviour so what’s the point in masking? Only three people in our life knew of our disorder. Our mother, our brother and our one close friend, Marc Spector. Marc is a childhood friend of ours and we learnt about his DID early on. His symptoms presented longer then ours had but we got closer over it. Steven and Jake were close to us as well. The Moon boys, as we call them, have a special bond with us no one else can.

“When did you become so bossy?”

He huffed, walking away slowly. Eventually I’d have to tell him that I’m not his lover but in fact a fragment of their mind. For now I’d just let Billy change, focus on my baking and maybe ask Marc for advice. My phone elicited a notification and speak of the devil it was Marc.

🌙: Has Steven ever asked you lot about your service dog?

☀️: No, why? - E

🌙: Hey Eli and I’m asking cause he remembers meeting a dog but can’t pin point who’s

☀️: This is New York Marc, he’s probably meant plenty.

☀️: Actually I wanted to ask you something.

🌙: Ask away, not like I’m doing anything important anyways

☀️: When you lot first told Layla about your DID how’d she take it? Better yet how did you do it?

🌙: Well not sure I’m the greatest example of that, but after the whole Khonshu and Ammit thing. Harrow was taken down shit like that. We sat down and had a proper discussion about it. What it meant for me and Steven all that. Steven did most of the talking. Why? I thought Y/N told Billy ages ago

☀️: They’ve probably thought about it but I think after our teen years, after the whole Beri incident and our father they’re hesitant. I’m at his apartment now and I don’t know what to tell him.

☀️: Well look at that, he’s coming back. I’ll update you later.

Turning off my phone I throw it onto the bench. Billy’s arms wrap around me and I can’t help but feel guilty. Lightly I tug them away and turn to face him. He looks confused and understandably so.

“Billy there’s something we need to discuss”

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #billy russo fluff #the punisher imagine #ben barnes #the punisher #x reader #dissociative system #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative alters #this is such a niche i’m sorry #hopefully there’s other systems out there who like billy russo????

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Shonen Onmyoji Manga

There is a new Shonen Onmyoji Manga on Comic-Walker by Sorakura Shikiji and Itou Natsuo.

It is based on the light novel with the same name written by Mitsuru Yuuki and illustrated by Sakura Asagi that was first released in 2001. This is not to be confused with the other Shonen Onmyoji Manga written by Hinako Seta in 2005. There was an anime series that aired from October 3, 2006 to March 13, 2007.

Here is a translation of the synopsis:

Times are peaceful. 13-year-old Masahiro is the grandson of the rare Onmyoji, Abe no Seimei. In order to surpass his grandfather, Masahiro, who is still half a man, spends his days training hard while being teased by his partner, the mononoke Mokkun. In the midst of this, there is a commotion that the Imperial Palace is on fire, and Masahiro and Mokkun start their own investigation, but there is a strange shadow lurking behind the scenes... Can the poor Onmyoji save the capital!?

Masahiro is the son of Seimei's son, Abe no Yoshimasa [1] and Mokkun is also called Guren but his real name is Toda, which is the Japanese's name for Tengshe (騰蛇) from Chinese Mythology [2]. I also think the Chinese Equivalent to a mononoke (物の怪) is a wuguai (物怪). Anyway, Masahiro also has a love interest named Fujiwara no Akiko.

[1] More information of Abe no Yoshimasa can be found on this page.

[2] More information about Tengshe can be found on this page.

More information on Shonen Onmyoji in general can be found on this page.

Here is a link to the character list:

Note that chapter 4 is places there temporarily and will be taken down on 06/01/2023

#Shonen Onmyoji #Shounen Onmyouji #Abe no Masahiro #Abe no Seimei #Abe no Yoshimasa #Mokkun #Guren #Toda #Touda #Tengshe #Fujiwara no Akiko #Mitsuru Yuuki #Sakura Asagi #Hinako Seta #Sorakura Shikiji #Itou Natsuo #Manga

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chidoroki · 1 year

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182 Days of TPN - Day 18

Chapter 18: “Prepared”

Why.. why must everyone leave out Ray?? After my boy has done so much for you, ya’ll just don’t wanna include him in your little thoughts, despite saying “them” twice? RUDE, but THEM aka the fullscore TRIO aka Emma, Norman and RAY would not have been sneaking around mom’s secret room the first place.

Hahaa.. oh honey, you got a big storm coming.

Again, they’re damn lucky Phil showed the books to Emma instead of Isabella. Still believe mom would’ve got rid of those books once she realized the different morse codes.

Ray poking fun at Emma will always be one of my favorite things. Shame the anime cut this conversation a bit too short so we never got to see that snarky grin of his.

Say it louder Ray! Not that it really matters, since the possible threat of security in the secret room fell on deaf ears the first time two chapters ago.

The anime definitely handled this one moment better by showing how much lying and not having faith in Don and Gilda really affected Emma, whereas the manga showed her a little angry, which wouldn’t make sense all things considered.

I know Don’s feeling real sad and frustrated right now, but I like to believe he punched Norman for the lies and Ray for keeping the secret this whole time, especially on Conny’s shipment day. Emma is spared of a hard punch because.. main character. Or poor Don gets too emotional to continue. Or because he respects women. Take your pick. (Regardless, random head-canon that Don would make an excellent boxing partner for Barbara once they arrive in the human world.)

Kinda funny (in a sad way) that in the ch13 flashback, Emma stated she wanted to believe in her siblings no matter what, and now she’s sorta getting called out for not doing so? I know there were many reasons for telling them the fake story but sweetie, how could you forget something that’s so near and dear to your heart?

But I love her. I love her so much and how she doesn’t even hesitate to own up to her mistake and apologize to them.

Anyways, I dunno which version of Krone spying on the five I like more? but the manga version sorta takes a bit of the surprise factor away when she confronts the four of them (take a guess on who got left out) in the woods the following day just because you’re already aware she was watching them in this chapter.

The anime keeps us in suspense since we have no idea who is watching them, or some people (aka: me) might not even catch onto it at first. We get Ray looking back towards the house and being suspicious of something but we don’t learn what about until later in the episode. Also, I love how it’s him who realizes this because.. well, he always notices everything.

The anime kinda threw me through a loop just now as I was trying to confirm some things. When Krone reveals she was spying on them towards the end of ep6, she says: “I saw it. I was watching the whole thing! Talking in the dinning hall last night, all of you!” but they’re clearly outside here in the scene above. I thought the anime’s take didn’t make munch of sense because of how Krone’s comment contradicts with where she saw them talking, but turns out I just had to back up a little bit in the episode. There is a brief moment we see the five kids inside the dinning hall from outside the house which could very well be from her eyes, so her statement is still valid here. (HOWEVER, why are they even outside?? Doesn’t Isabella lock the doors at night? Or is that only during shipments? I’m already forgetting.)

So I essentially rambled on for nothing right there, but what else is new. I also noticed these posts are becoming quite long these past few days and I sorta not really apologize for it. (I say “past few days” but in reality I’ve been writing these out at least five days ahead this entire time so far, hahaa...)

Favorite panel/moment:

*clenching my fist with tears in my eyes* OH so giving head pats to family is definitely a “like mother, like son” kind of gesture huh? Brilliant. I’m gonna go cry about it.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Rewrite: Repercussions

Series: What If

Original Series: Bad Romance

More: Bad Romance One-Shots

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature themes

Word Count: 901

A/N: So, during the writing of the original story, but AFTER I had posted this chapter, other thoughts about how that interaction could have gone ran through my mind. This one lodged there. I never thought I'd have anywhere/anyway to use it, but then the idea of BR AU's presented itself and so now here we are.

This is the chapter where Liam shoves the proof that Riley could have terminated the marriage contract in Drake's face. Two things are different here. First, Drake just doesn't care. (Remember it sent him spiraling in the original story) and two, Max speaks up about what he knows about it. This is short and the first third of it you've already seen. But just for fun, here's the zero fucks given, cocky, smug Drake version.

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam sailed gleefully into the semi-private living room on the first floor, where he knew Drake would be. He frowned when he found Max there as well, but of course Max was there, Riley was back.

That meant two things. One, Max knew ahead of time she would be, which wasn’t that surprising. She really did text him every day. But it also meant she was planning on staying. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have summoned her lap dog.

He decided it didn’t matter. Max was not a threat. He, at least, understood his place in Riley’s life and wasn’t trying to usurp Liam’s position, he wasn’t trying to compete with him or convince her to break their marriage contract. Max mostly tried to keep his relationship with Riley off his radar. Besides, he needed to hear the news too.

Drake looked up suspiciously, “Why are you so happy? I thought you were meeting Riley today about the marriage contract.”

The shit eating grin that broke out across Liam’s face was real. “I did and it went very well. We’ve set a date!”

Drake’s mouth fell open, “What?!? I thought she was going to break the contract not set a- what the hell happened in that meeting?”

“She had me dead to rights, she could have filed this and been done with me, if that’s what she really wanted.” He said as he dropped the papers in Drake’s lap.

Drake sat the book he’d been reading to the side and flipped through the papers. When he got to the end, his mouth dropped open, “This is all the evidence she needs! What the hell did you do to get her to drop it?”

“Nothing.” Liam gloated.

“What do you mean nothing?”

“I mean…she never had any intention of filing this. All her talk about terminating the contract was bullshit. She was just trying to get a rise out of me. She pushes my buttons on purpose because the makeup sex is always fucking amazing. This is like foreplay to her. If you don’t realize that, then you don’t know her nearly as well as you think you do.”

Drake regarded Liam silently for a moment then flipped the pages closed and with a smug grin replied, “Trust me, I know what turns her on.”

“That…I….” This was not going how Liam had imagined it would. Drake barely seemed ruffled. He’d been surprised by the news, which meant he had fully expected Riley to break the contract. But he didn’t seem particularly concerned by the news. Was he that confident in Riley’s affections?

Drake scanned the front page of the document cursorily one more time then asked, “Why are you showing this to me?”

“To prove to you that she’s going to marry me!”

Drake pushed the papers back into his hands with a shrug, “I don’t care.”

Liam’s confidence faltered, “What?”

Drake leaned forward, emphasizing each word as he looked Liam directly in the eye, “I. don’t. care.”

“What do you mean you don’t care? This is proof that she loves me!”

Drake shrugged again and leaned back in his seat as he picked his book back up, “This is proof that she’s going to marry you. That’s all it’s proof of.”

“Yeah, Liam. Love and marriage are two different things.” Max interjected.

Liam turned his head briefly to regard Max, then turned back to Drake, “Don’t you care that the woman you claim to love is going to marry another man?”

“Not really. I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Oh, she does.” Max responded, “Namely not wanting you in jail or my house stripped of lands and titles.”

Drake looked at Max then back at Liam, “Did you threaten to do those things?”

“He did.” Max affirmed, “So Riley got an amended contract that made those things impossible. And she got a Cordonian Arrangement added.

A smile spread across Drake’s face as he watched Liam blanch, “Did she now?”

“Those are minor details. You didn’t see her in that negotiation. She wants to marry me, Drake. Where does that leave you?”

“Fucking your wife, apparently.”

Liam tamped down the anger that flared through him. This wasn’t the reaction he’d been looking for at all. “You can’t seriously be satisfied always playing second fiddle to me. Second best, second choice, an afterthought.”

Drake’s jaw tightened and twitched. It was a subtle tell but Liam saw it. Satisfaction felt good.

Drake stood up, tucking the book under his arm, “If Riley wants to end things with me, she’s going to have to tell me so herself. Until that happens, I don’t know what to tell you. I may not have any control over the fact that you’re forcing her to marry you, a total dick move, by the way, but as long as she still wants me, right by her side is where I’m going to be.”

Drake strode from the room without another word. Liam turned to Max who gave him a withering look as he shook his head, “So disappointed in you man. Drake’s right. It’s a total dick move.”

Max pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and followed Drake out the door. Since when did Drake and Max agree on anything? Much less Riley? They were usually at each other’s throats over her.

It didn’t matter, he decided. Riley loved him and sooner or later, they’d both see it.

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tuesday-teyz · 2 years

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YES BUTTERFLY REIGN IS FUCKING BACK LET'S GOOOO WOOOOHOOO I AM LOVING IT. WHERE'S the music and fireworks when you needed it lol?! Anyway, I love the new chapter and all. Especially the cliffhanger scene between ahem, the crown prince and his ex-best friend/personal bodyguard...

I'll tell you a little secret, most of the chapters of BR, before everything I think about the cliffhanger to put at the end. Literally, I know only vaguely what will happen in the chapter itself, but the ending scene? I choose one that has the most scream-inducing potential and oftentimes write it first

#br asks

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bluejay-writes · 1 year

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A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 11

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran

Chapter 11 Wordcount: 3541

You can also read this on AO3! <- Also a good place to check tags.

Chapter 11 - Found Family

“How did you find us?” Cass asked, perched on the arm of the chair that Tyler was sitting in, facing Seven and Vanderwood who were sitting on the sofa.

“It was Jaehee’s suggestion, actually. Neither of you went back to hacking, so that was a dead end, and you didn’t leave a trail with the identity swaps. Jaehee said if you weren’t doing your usual work, you’d be doing something in a service industry, she suggested we look for B&Bs, Coffee Shops, and bakeries that opened or changed hands at the right timing. That was a lot to look through.” Seven waved his arms for emphasis.

“Why the fuck did you pick this snowpocalypse of a state anyway?” Vanderwood grumbled, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.

“I thought you might look here. If you knew Gramps.”

“Gramps?” Seven said, looking between Vanderwood and … Cass. Her name was Cass now.

“Tangerine’s biological father.” She supplied. “He told me this was a last resort, and honestly… I wanted to be found this time.”

“The idiot had a family?!” Vanderwood was incensed, almost spilling his coffee, which would have been tragic.

“Apparently not one he told you about.” she said, bitterly. “Tangerine had him write a granddaughter into his will, just in case I came looking. And when I did, he introduced us to his PCA as his granddaughter Cassandra and her boyfriend Tyler, and well. I didn’t have time to build a new self… all I had was the last one he built for me. No where else to run from here, boys.”

She was shaking, but trying to pretend she was fine. Then, she was moving, as Tyler had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Sure, she was startled, but it took her no time at all to settle into his lap, safe like he promised that she would be the minute they moved into this tiny apartment. It wasn't the first time he pulled this move, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

Seven looked at them with a look brimming with jealousy and sadness, but said something completely else.

“This is some Stardew Valley bullshit.”

It took her a minute of wrapping her mind around it, but sure enough, if she had nowhere else to go, gramps had the solution, take over the family business in the middle of nowhere… It sure was the plot of that game, wasn’t it. She started to laugh, and once the emotional dam broke, it broke for good, and soon her laughter turned into tears, and she was full-on sobbing.

“Sorry.” She said, and took deep breaths to calm herself down. “It’s just a lot. You’re here. I finally found my family, and then I lost most of you and I just… I couldn’t…”

“We missed you.” Vanderwood said, and she and Seven were both taken back by the emotion in his voice. “But if you think I’m calling him Tyler, you’re going to have to fucking think again. Seriously, Tyler Woods?!”

“I didn’t think we’d be here that long! It seemed fine at the time!”

Vanderwood just shook his head in disbelief, but it was Saeran who spoke up.

“Please, can I be Saeran again? I’ll even take Ray. I just… How did you do this over and over, Jae- I mean Cass?”

“I wonder… if it would be safe… to be Jaena again.” she said, quietly. “I miss her. She was fun. But I love this little coffeeshop.”

“You could be Shannon again.” Vanderwood said, an eyebrow raised. “If you want to go that far back.”

“Shannon?” one of the twins asked, or maybe both, she wasn't sure.

“My birth name.” she said, but shook her head. “Shannon is dead. Jaena is just missing. We could probably work up something about this being temporary witness protection shit for the mint eye stuff, couldn’t we? It’d explain you all being here.”

“And Saeran? Based on the swooning college girls, people will miss Tyler.” Seven said, mostly thinking out loud.

Vanderwood shrugged. “Tyler and Cass have an epic breakup. Later, Saeran comes with Seven once the blonde has washed out, and stops wearing the contacts. You get your girl back, Jaena gets to have a dramatic self-realization time and change her style in reaction to a bad breakup. Takes some time off, has someone else watch the coffee shop.”

“About that…” Seven said, subdued. “I think their relationship is real, Vandy.”

Vanderwood looked back at them and blinked a few times, silence heavy over the group before he spoke again. “Well, shit. I’m going to take a walk. You kids figure this mess out.” True to his word, he stood, grabbed Saeran’s keys off the hook by the door, and walked out.

Once he was gone, the silence was heavy, until Saeran cleared his throat.

“It’s true that I love her.” Saeran said. “I have since… well, since she was too smart to stay in that apartment. We’re the only support each other has had for a year and a half, and most of that we’ve spent pretending to be madly in love. Eventually it stops being pretend, you know? But we haven’t made anything official, or anything. Because, well, there’s you.”

She nodded. “I won’t lie to you, Seven. I do love him.” She sniffled, and wiped away a stray tear. She’d cried enough, damn it. And he was crying too, which hurt her heart. “But I love you too. I always have. At the least since the strawberry cake.”

Seven’s breath caught at her declaration, his eyes going wide. “You… but…”

“Dummy.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him. “If I didn’t love you, would I have pretended to be you for that long? Would I have worried about what you’d think of me crawling into bed with you half naked?”

“I. Um.”

“I know. It’s a lot, I…” She turned and looked at Saeran, who just nodded to her. They’d talked this to death, he knew how she felt and was on board with her plans. She just never thought she'd get a chance to ask this question. “Seven, I love you both. I want to be with you both. I’m not ashamed of how I feel. Can you… can you still love me?”

“Let me get this straight. You love my twin and you love me, and you’re asking me if I’m okay with you continuing to do so?”

“Yes. And acting on those feelings.” She said, and bit her lip. What if he says no?

“Saeran, you’re okay with this?”

Saeran smiled softly, and nodded. “I am. The guilt over being in love with her when she should have been yours… feeling like I stole her… It’s been hard. She’s tried to help, and we’ve been each other’s rock during this, but… I just finally found you back, Saeyoung, then I lost you again and I… I…” He took a deep breath, and continued. “I would do anything to keep you in my life, even if it meant breaking my own heart. You’re a part of me I can’t do without.”

Seven stood, and walked over to the chair they were sitting in, and wrapped the both of them in a hug.

“I’m in.” he said. “On one condition.”

“What’s the condition?” Saeran asked.

“I want my perfect scarlet back. I need you to be my Jaena.”

“Jaena it is. I’ll make it work somehow.”

“Okay, but why do I have to visit the old man?” Vanderwood said, grumpily.

“Because you’re my dad.”

“I’m not—“

“Don’t make me start calling you Daddy. You know Seven will pick right the hell up on that shit. And where Seven goes, Saeran follows.”

The click of the door opening was followed by the dulcet tones of a happy ginger.

“What am I picking up on?”

“Nothing.” Jaena and Vanderwood chorused, her laughing, him grumbling.

“I’m also here, as predicted.” Saeran said quietly.

The trip to Gramps’ house would have been a nice walk in the summer, but since it was a balmy -5 Fahrenheit out, they piled into the little hybrid SUV that Vanderwood drove. He’d sure become a cute little urban dad in no time flat. He’d even managed to stop being flustered when she called him Dad, which she considered a win, even though he didn’t really like it.

Jaena led the way to the door, and rang the doorbell. They were expected, but it was still polite. Moments later, the door was opened by an older man with a grin on his face.

“My lovely granddaughter! Come in, come in!” He led them in to the cozy living room where a fireplace was lit, and snacks were set out waiting for them. The PCA was nowhere to be seen, but signs of their passing were everywhere.

“Now, the blonde I know. Good to see you again, Junior.” Gramps said, smiling knowingly at Saeran. “But the ginger twin’s new, and who’s the odd one out?”

“Gramps, this is… my dad.”

“Oh! Actual Tyler, my Mark’s partner! Or is it Tyler Senior now that we’ve got Junior over here.”

All three of them swiveled to look at Vanderwood. “Actual Tyler?”

“Yes. My birth name. It’s Tyler Starkey.”

“Starkey?” Saeran looked pointedly between Gramps and Jaena, neither of whom responded to his silent question.

“That explains why you wanted your codename to be Stark.” Seven said knowingly.

“That also explains where Gramps came up with Tyler on the fly when he met Saeran.” Jaena said, smiling, her eyes filled with laughter.

“Ah! So your name is Saeran! Good to finally properly meet you. Can I keep calling you Junior?”

“Yes, sir.” Saeran said, smiling. “I think I’d like that.”

“And you, my dear. Have you decided on a name you’d like to keep, now that things have settled down?”

“Yes, I think I’ll be using my middle name, Jaena, from here out.”

“Ah, good choice. Cassandra has a weight to it that’s hard to carry. Will you be keeping the shop?”

“We’d like to. Dad here wants to take care of it while we go back and pack up the twins’ things in Seoul, and get Saeyoung moved here properly.”

“Saeyoung. That’s a mouthful.”

“It is! You could call me Seven if you like it better.”

“Part of your codename, I bet. Better than Tangerine any day. Did you know that he chose that name because it was the flavor of sparkling water he was drinking at the time? My idiot son could have ended up calling himself “Passionfruit” or something else idiotic.”

“If you’ll forgive me for asking.” Vanderwood said, catching his attention. “How do you know so much about Tangerine’s life? And about me?”

Gramps sighed, and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s a sad story, but a pretty simple one. Mark got caught up in something he wanted to keep me away from, but I raised the kid so I knew when he was hiding things, and eventually I just wore him down, so he told me about everything. He used to visit regularly, tell me things I definitely shouldn’t know. The apartment above the coffee shop was his, in fact, he worked from it for a time, until just before he started telling me about his daughter.” Gramps looked at Jaena and smiled warmly. “Yes, dear, I know you’re not his blood. Mark didn’t have a drop of Irish or Scots in him, and you come by your red naturally. And Actual Tyler - they call you Vanderwood, right? He was so proud of you as his partner. Was going to bring you by, but then things got a bit messy. Actually…” Gramps paused and looked at Seven carefully. “Oh, I see. You’re the kid.”

“Yeah.” Seven said, not even questioning it. “It’s my fault.”

“Don’t believe that bullshit.” Gramps said, and the old man swearing stunned the lot of them. “I know all about what your biological father tried to pull, and I’m proud of my son for standing up for what’s right even knowing the cost. Besides, I think he’d be overjoyed to know that you’re all together as a family these days.”

“We’re not a family, she just calls me Dad.” Vanderwood muttered.

“Keep telling yourself that, see if it works.” Gramps said with a smile.

“Hey, kids.” Vanderwood said, as they were making the short trek back to the shop. “We need groceries for dinner, and to check out of the motel Zero Seven and I were staying in. I’m taking Saeran with me to do those chores.”

Saeran nodded, as if they’d already discussed, though Jaena wasn’t sure how they could have.

“I could help with that.” Seven said, confused. “I should probably pack my own things, and…”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Vanderwood said. “I don’t want to tear you two apart, and Jaena needs some quiet for a bit.”

Jaena looked over at Seven curiously and found him looking back at her with the same expression. She shrugged. She wouldn’t argue with some quiet, but it felt like Vanderwood and Saeran were conspiring to give the two of them some alone time. Which she was also fine with, but made her nervous as hell. Sure, she’d confessed her love for him, and he’d accepted her request to see both twins, but… they hadn’t really talked since then. Now she was nervous.

After dropping Seven and Jaena off, Vanderwood looked at Saeran, watching the younger twin carefully.

“Want to talk about it?” he said, quietly, and Saeran let out a small disparaging chuckle.

“Yes. Desperately.”

“Well, I’m here. I may not be a licensed therapist but I’m good at keeping my mouth shut. Go for it.”

“I feel like… like I’m taking everything that’s Saeyoung’s away from him. First, I put the girl he liked in danger for a shitty plan I knew better than to enact, just to try and find myself a way out of a garbage cult. Sure, sure, I didn’t know she was his already at that point, but I could have if I tried harder, I just assumed he wanted nothing to do with me, so I didn’t look for him in places I knew he’d be.” Saeran sighed. “And then, he saves her life, and they go on to work together to save mine. He gets shot because of me. She has to give up everything in her life, including my twin who she obviously is in love with, and start all over again because of me. And even still, I can’t help but fall in love with her because she’s so sweet, and caring and perfect.” Saeran cut himself off before he started crying, glaring at the snowy scenery out the window as though it was the reason for his feelings.

“You know, it’s entirely reasonable to develop feelings with someone you spend all of your time with exclusively for a year.” Vanderwood said quietly. “I mean look at me and Seven. I treat that idiot like my kid.”

“Pretty sure he’s dating your daughter, so…”

“I’m not her dad.”

“Given the paperwork she did? You totally are.”

“What?”

“This version of her birth certificate reads Cassandra Jaena Starkey. All Gramps asked her for was a middle name. We didn’t know that was your last name until you told us earlier.”

“That meddling idiot.” Vanderwood sighed. “Tangerine tried to convince me to get out of the agency and settle down. Raise a family. He made me promise that if I were ever a father, I’d give up that life and raise my daughter properly. At the time I thought he was an idiot - how could he know I’d have a girl? I should have known.”

“So how young were you when you supposedly fathered Jaena?” Saeran teased. He was honestly curious, partially because he was still uncertain of even an age range to place Vanderwood in.

“Given what I do and don’t know about how old she is…. Like sixteen?”

“Oof.”

“Yeah, well. Couldn’t ask for a better kid.”

“I mean you could ask, but no one would find one.”

Vanderwood laughed. “Accurate. You think you’re going to be okay? The three of you together like that?”

“We’ll be fine. If anyone can manage the both of us at once, it’s her. She’s… crazy, honestly, but she really is the best.” Saeran smirked, and then a thought hit him and he laughed outright.

“What?” Vanderwood asked, confused.

“They’re going to make me cosplay now. I just know it.”

Back in the apartment, Jaena took Seven’s coat and hung it up with hers. She was nervous. She hadn’t been nervous like this since the first time she’d had to change her own identity without Tangerine’s help.

“Scarlet?” Seven said softly, stepping into her personal space. “Is everything okay? You’re shaking.”

“You’re here.” she said, hoarsely, trying to force back the tears.

Seven wrapped his arms around her, silently grateful when she relaxed into his hold. “Of course I’m here. And I’m not leaving you again. Not ever.”

“Did you know that I loved you… before I had to leave?” She asked, and he sighed.

“In hindsight, I must have. I mean, the way you took care of me when I was in pain, and the level of trust it took for you to sleep in my arms, I just… I knew I wasn’t allowed to have anything like a relationship, and I was already cheating by having Saeran, and I didn’t want to look too closely at how I felt. When I got out of that room and realized you were really gone and I had no idea where you were… it broke me, and I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.”

“Leaving you broke me, too.” Jaena said, and squirmed so he’d loosen his grip, then grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch to they could at least sit comfortably.

“You don’t seem broken.” Seven said, when they settled, letting his hands flutter over her curves as if he were checking for problems. “It took months for me to be willing to even say your name, love.” She said, laying her head on his shoulder. “Saeran would start talking about you, mention how much he missed you, and I’d just shut off, stop responding. I hurt him so much with that, but I was so trapped in my own head about it. I was sure you were going to walk through that door, and every day you didn’t it just hurt so much.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long. I was an idiot.”

“No. I’m good at hiding. And I was so sure Tangerine would have told Vanderwood about Gramps, I took the fact that you weren’t showing up as proof you were gone forever.”

“Did you not see my Noprah thing? I told you I was coming. I know they replayed the hell out of that, at least in Seoul…”

“Oh. At least twice a week I saw it. There’s a girl who comes here regularly for coffee, her name is Liz. She and I are going to look like twins when I grow my hair back out.”

“I will be careful to not accidentally surprise hug her.” Seven said sagely.

“Haha, she’d probably love it, she thinks you’re cute. Her boyfriend on the other hand… would probably be cranky about it? I don’t know I’ve never talked to him.”

“How do you know that?” Seven said, confused.

“Noprah.” Jaena muttered, and Seven laughed.

After a few moments of silence, Jaena sighed. “Seven, are you really okay with me being in love with both you and your brother?”

Seven nodded. “Yeah. I mean, listen. Do I want to steal you all for myself sometimes and never let anyone else even see you? yeah. But… I love my brother too. Not the same way but like… I want him around. And it’s obvious how much you two care for each other. It would be cruel of me to deny you the closeness that trauma gifted you, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“No matter what you think, Scarlet, I don’t have the right to tell you who you can and can’t be in love with. I just… you’re choosing me. Where does it get cool to stop you from loving other people just because you chose to love me? What about in the future if we had kids, are you supposed to not love them?!”

“Well, I mean, romantic love and familial love are different.” Jaena said. “I mean, I love Vandy. But like, as my dad.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Seven said, looking around awkwardly. “He’s heckin important to me.”

“I know.” Jaena said, smirking. “I’m perfectly happy to share you with him, too.”

“When you put it like that, it makes me feel like an idiot for thinking you couldn’t love me anymore because you obviously love Saeran. When did humans get so bad at love?”

“A long damn time ago. Hell, women used to be possessions not people.”

“Well. That’s stupid and we’re not doing it. What other social constructs should we throw out the window while we’re at it?”

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Warnings: So part 10 has a part 2 only because I wanted Chapter 11 to start perfectly on the drama. -oops.. no spoilers Rose! Anyways, this Chapter has nothing serious. Just clearing things up and opening them for the next ;)

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 10 pt.2

Y/n wrapped her legs around Bruce’s waist as she held him against her bare chest, they were working on catching their breaths after there moment of bliss. Their sweaty skin stuck to each other but they couldn’t care less. Bruce kissed the valley between her breasts and asked,

“Are you ok baby?”

He felt her arms wrap tighter around him as she confessed,

“More than ok.. we could’ve been doing this so long ago if I had known.. how great you are.”

He chuckled and blushed,

“you think I was great? But it was my first-“

“You made it perfect.. you took care of me and made me feel comfortable and happy.. you make me happy baby.”

He smiled and laid his head back down on her chest. He had tried so hard to hold on for her and to give her the best, it had hurt her for a little at first, and he kinda freaked out. But Y/n guided him and told him that was normal, it was something new for her body. But after a few moments of explaining how to prep her then how to proceed, he became a pro in seconds. He then got up to look at Y/n and said,

“Let’s go clean up ok?”

“ok”

Bruce helped her into the bathroom and they took a quick shower, they then returned under the covers on the futon after they each put on clean boxers. Bruce loves seeing her with his boxers on, it just made him feel closer to her. They got comfortable under the blanket and Bruce asked,

“you want to lay here for a couple of hours? We have until midnight to go out.”

“yeah.. I just wanna be with you, hold you, feel you.. right here.”

“ok love.. I’m here.”

Bruce then moved them to where they were both on their sides and Bruce brought her close to his chest and Y/n tangled her legs with his. It was barely ‘10:15’ so they had a couple of hours of rest before having to go out. So they took a short nap together.

Alfred’s POV

Alfred has already returned from buying a tree, he made sure to find the best one then had them bring it to the Manor. They set it up for him as Alfred took out the lights and ornaments. Once they left he turned on the small recorder in the kitchen and let it play soft Christmas music in the background, and began to decorate the tree. Doing such brought back so many memories, like when he would assist Bruce’s mother, Martha, to put the tree together. It brought tears to his eyes as his chest warmed up at the flashback it gave him,

*Flashback*

“Alfred Alfred!! Mom wants us to put up the Christmas tree!! Come on! Come help us!”

Martha had tried to engrave into Little Bruce’s head that to address Alfred as Mr.Pennyworth, but he never listened, especially because Alfred said it was ok. So Bruce ran up to Alfred happily as he tugged on his vest begging him to follow him to the living room where his mother was. Alfred nodded yes and let himself be practically dragged to the living room. Martha chuckled at the sight and said,

“Bruce Thomas Wayne, let go of poor Mr.Pennyworth’s vest! You can ruin it-“

“Don’t worry Mrs.Wayne, he’s alright.”

Alfred chimed in, Bruce still let go and tried to fixed his now wrinkled vest with his little hands, but nonetheless smiled and went on to say,

“Can you carry me to put the star on?”

“Of course son, come here little man.”

During the time Thomas Wayne, Bruce’s father, was busy running campaigns and attending meetings for his upcoming run for Mayor. So that day he wasn’t around, making Alfred the man of the house for the day, or for the days Thomas wasn’t around. But Alfred was never bothered by it, it only made him more protective over the Wayne’s. So Alfred picked up little Bruce. Bruce took a few minutes to adjust the star on the tree, it hurt Alfreds arms just a little to be holding him up so high for quite a while, but he never complained. Once Bruce was content he let Alfred know to put him down, which Alfred was more than happy to do as he put him down gently. The minute Bruce’s feet touched the floor he turned around and hugged Alfreds legs and he thanked him,

“Thank you Alfred!! Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas Bruce.”

Alfred mirrored the true and genuine smile Bruce held, his little blue-grayish eyes were almost swallowed by his little pupils that were so dilated at the moment. He was happy, innocent, and complete, not afraid of anything. He had his family. And that was the last Christmas they had after that.’

*End of flashback*

Alfred held the star in his hands, as he looked at his now decorated tree proudly, he decided that he would leave the star for Y/n and Bruce to put up together, so he went to his office and grabbed a small piece of paper and wrote a small note for Y/n. He went back to the living area and set the star down by the tree on a table with the note next to it. Just as he was going to prepare some warm tea the clock chimed ‘11:30’

‘Oh it’s almost time for them to go, let me go see if they need help.’

Y/n’ POV

Y/n’s watch beeped loudly waking them up, she had set it for ‘11:30’. Bruce shook awake and sat up slowly while stretching, he smiled at Y/n who was now laying under him holding a shy but happy smile. He bent down his head and pecked her lips,

“Let’s get ready baby, come on.”

“ok..”

He gave Y/n her bra to put on and he picked out the thickest sweats and sweatshirt to wear under her suit. He remembered how cold it would be on winter nights in Gotham. He handed them to her and helped her slip her feet through the legs of the pants as she put on her sweatshirt. As he began to get on his sweats they heard the elevator ding. Bruce without second thought stood in front of Y/n shielding her, but went at ease when he saw Alfred coming out, so they both greeted him in sync,

“Evening Alfred”

“Evening you two.. is there a way I can help?”

Bruce nodded yes as he approached Y/n’s mannequin,

“Could you help us put this on Y/n?”

Alfred was confused for a moment before asking,

“I thought you two tried that out- oh.”

He then quickly realized what had gone down at focusing on the purple mark Bruce had right under his ear and how both of them had a mess of their hairs, and how their cheeks began to paint themselves a bright shade of red, he put two in two together and figured out what had happened. But of course he didn’t push it. He gestured for Y/n to come to him as Bruce hurriedly began to take the suit off the mannequin.

“Alright dear, these sweats have to go under the suit, first to keep you warm and to protect your body more. We are going to start with the pants ok?”

“Ok.”

Y/n stood still as she waited for Bruce to hand her her pants, once she got them she began to slip them on. Bruce got on his knees and helped her put one leg into each pant leg, not letting the sweats ride up inside the pants. Y/n held onto Alfred’s shoulders so she could balance herself easier. After the pants went on they went to the chest plated vest. It went over her head and Bruce began to show her with his hands how to put it together as Alfred voiced the instructions,

“Alright dear, the front, back, and sides click onto the pant belt, keeping it all put together, making it into one suit. We pull these straps on the sides to tighten it around your waist and chest. But we’ll let you adjust the top part,”

Alfred didn’t want Bruce to apply to much pressure to her top chest, hurting her breasts. Bruce was still kinda innocent and not realizing that her breasts are sensitive and can’t be strapped tightly behind a suit like his chest could. But that’s why Alfred was there to assist. So he let her do it herself until she was confident that it was tight enough but still ok and not hurting her. Alfred nodded his head approvingly,

“Perfect, let’s get your boots on.”

Bruce helped Y/n onto the desk as Alfred brought her boots to her. He began to explain,

“So with the boots, we tuck the pants into the boots, and we make sure to tuck the laces inside the boot too. Making sure they don’t come out and trip you over.”

Y/n did exactly as Alfred explained to the ‘T’, once she finished Bruce came with the gadgets as he said,

“These knives go strapped around your boot, they usually come in handy when fists aren’t enough. And this taser goes on your leg as well, and the stun gun on on your belt. Emergency button will be on your belt too, to the right side.”

Once she placed each one in their place she slid off the desk and stood up,

“What’s next?”

“These gloves dear, but first you need to wear the wraps, giving your knuckles more coverage, then put the gloves on.”

Bruce then decided,

“I think I’ll go as Batman tonight, I just have a feeling I might need to.. maybe next time we’ll go as ‘drifters’.”

“I thought the same Bruce, go ahead and get started.”

Bruce began to get dressed into his suit as Alfred guided her to putting on the rest of the suit, making sure it was on perfectly, he then went for the mask.

“You won’t have the same mask as Bruce, your mask will cover from your nose down. But you will wear a hoodie to shield your head.”

Y/n put her hair in a quick french braid and tucked into her suit.

Alfred handed Y/n the mask and she placed it on as he pulled the hoodie out of the neck of her suit, putting over her head. It hovered perfectly and right over her eyes, He sighed in contentment,

“This is turning out better than I expected, oh, and you need these lens for your eyes, it might hurt at first but it’ll be fine afterwards.”

He handed her the lens and she placed them on her eyes, she then asked,

“Is this ok”

Alfred nodded yes,

“More than ok.. look Bruce.”

She turned around to face a now suited Bruce, and his jaw just about dropped, she looked so.. good.

‘Why do I look like a creep and she gets to look like a warrior goddess? Nonetheless woah..’

“It’s perfect.. are you sure you still want to do this?”

Y/n shook her head as she spoke through the mask,

“I’m more than sure Bruce.”

Bruce then realized what was missing, he grabbed the black smudge he had just used before putting on his cowl and walked to her, he put some on his gloved fingers and addressed her to close her eyes,

“Close you eyes,”

She closed them tightly as Bruce rubbed the black smudge around her eyes carefully, once he got an approving look from Alfred he stood back and said,

“I think we’re ready.”

“I think so too.”

Alfred suggested,

“Take the Batmobile tonight, it’s too cold for the bike. And please be safe, Y/n if you ever feel too overwhelmed you can call me, I’ll come get you. Don’t hesitate.”

“Thank you Alfred, I’ll let you know..”

“Alright then, you two be safe.”

“”Thankyou.””

Alfred sent her a goodbye as he walked them to the Batmobile. Y/n got in quickly, first because she was cold, but second because she was scared out of her mind.

‘God is this stupid? No, no.. it’s not.. the more I can do the better, people need help, I need to find Saunders, and I want to see this RedHood face to face.. I can do this.. I think I got this dad.. I’m doing this for you and Y/b/n.’

Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Bruce’s door closing, she watched as Alfred began to step away from the Batmobile walking to the elevator then going up. Bruce took her hands in his large one as he saw them shake a little,

“Baby look at me.”

Y/n locked her eyes with his eyes that shone so brightly through the black smudge that covered his eyes, he then went on to say,

“You don’t have to do this, I mean it. But if you want to, just know that I’m with you,”

They then both said in sync,

“”From dusk till dawn, I’ll be there for you, till the end, and even then, my ghost will be with you, to protect and watch over you.””

Her eyes watered as they said their promise to each other, Bruce pulled her mask down as placed a sweet chaste kiss to her lips, he then gently pulled it back up.

“Remember, you cant say my name, I’m Chief, Batman, Bats, or B to you. And I’ll address you as Shadow, or... grey, sense your suit is grey. Ok?”

“Ok.. should we have a code name in case we’re in danger or such? Like what if we can’t reach our emergency buttons or something?”

Bruce thought for a second but agreed,

“You’re right, what should we have?”

Y/n looked around but couldn’t think of anything, that was until she remembered the bats that hung on the top of the Batcave, but decided to go after another name as her mind thought of Christmas all of sudden, she then found it.

“Robin... I like the code name Robin.”

Bruce found out he liked it too, it was short and perfect.

“Robin it is, just remember it ok?”

“I will.”

Once they felt they were ready Bruce put the address down on the GPS system he had built in that lead them to Saunders old property, he then turned on the engine letting the Batmobile roar to life, he began to back out and before they knew it they were on the streets. Gotham City welcomed them with a slight snowfall, not to heavy. Y/n looked out the window and loved how the darkest city shined a little brighter with Christmas lights. She began to feel more calm and ready, prepared. Fear still made her heart pump faster, but that only gave her the drive she needed. Especially with Bruce by her side, the man she had grown to love and cherish dearly, she knew he wouldn’t let her down.

Bruce also felt uneasy and was debating if it was a mistake presenting the idea to her, but he turned his head to right and saw how Y/n sat there in peace but at the same time some calm vigor. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her, in every way. She was his love, anchor, partner, and best friend. From the first time of seeing her, Bruce knew they would get along well, they held the same passion and she was trustworthy, wise, and undeniably strong. As well as a super soft, respectful, and sweet person. She understood when Bruce needed space and when he needed her almost on top of him. She read him well when he couldn’t speak. And after bonding like they did tonight.. there was no way on earth Gotham could take her back, she was his.. and he was hers.

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