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Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵pairing !! : Odysseus! Gojo Satoru x Penelope! Y/n

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵Summary !! : What is perseverance, if not love? What is strength, if not the will to return? Satoru Gojo was never meant to be a man of peace. A warrior crowned in legend, a king bound by duty, a man who challenged the will of gods themselves. He had conquered battlefields, torn through myths, and stood unshaken before death. Yet, for all his victories, there was only one war that truly mattered—getting back to you. Ten years of war. Ten years of wandering. And still, his heart only knew one home. You. Always you.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵contains !! : heavily! epic the musical inspired. heavy angst with eventual comfort. yearning. war themes. divine intervention. unwavering devotion. Gojo being dramatic as always. poetic prose slow-burn but inevitable love. a decade of suffering. a reunion worth every second of it. forced separation/longing. implied captivity (calypso arc). enough pining to make even the gods weep. Greek mythology elements.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵word count !! : 2,095 words

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵playlist !! : here

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵A/N !! : no beta reading we die like men. Okay, so hear me out! this idea grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go. I was just minding my business, vibing to EPIC: The Musical, and then suddenly my brain went, “What if Gojo Satoru was Odysseus?” And now I’m here, emotionally invested in a story where my baby is out here fighting gods, monsters, and curses all because he just wants to go home to you. Like, yes, he’s the untouchable but at the end of the day? He’s just Satoru. He’s fought wars, conquered empires, and defied death itself—but nothing, nothing compares to the battle of getting back to you. If that’s not peak romance, I don’t know what is. jkjk let’s be real, Gojo is exactly the kind of person to get cursed by the gods and just laugh in their faces. Zeus could strike him down and he’d be like, "Damn, that’s all you got?" And then proceed to survive out of sheer spite. ANYWAYS. This is just the beginning because, of course, I couldn’t stop at just one headcanon. This is a whole series now. I am deep in the trenches of this story, and I plan on taking you all down with me. If you want to be tagged for future parts, drop a comment! I love you all so much—thank you for the support, the reactions, and for indulging my unhinged brain 🫶💙

Odyssey? More Like Gojo-ssey. Now, let’s watch Gojo Satoru try (and probably suffer dramatically) to get home.  😌✨

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Odysseus! Satoru who was never meant to be a man of peace. From the moment he first gripped a sword, fate carved his path in blood and war. He was the strongest, the untouchable, the king who could not fall.

Odysseus! Satoru who was never meant to stay in one place. His soul was made of storms, his heart set to the rhythm of conquest. 

Odysseus! Satoru who was the strongest warrior, the sharpest mind, the man who could bend the world to his will. But for all his power, truly one thing he longed for. Home. However, home had never been a place. Home was you.

Odysseus! Satoru who had never feared the gods, not even when they whispered warnings of fate and ruin. He laughed in the face of destiny, dared to challenge the will of Olympus itself. He mocked them, defied them, dared them to strike him down. But the moment he met you, the moment he saw a future beyond war in your eyes, he knew he had something far more terrifying than divine wrath—something to lose. The moment he took your hand, the moment he called you his wife, he realized that strength was not in defying the gods, it was in having something worth defying them for.

Odysseus! Satoru, who was not a patient man, but love, had taught him patience. This man fell in love like a storm crashing against the shore. sudden, unstoppable, inevitable. You were not just another prize, another conquest. You were the one who saw him, saw past the whispers, saw past the power, saw past the arrogance that kept the world at a distance. As in return, he swore to be yours in a way he never truly belonged to anyone else. In this lifetime and futures to come. 

Odysseus! Satoru who would sit in the gardens with you, listening to the way you spoke, memorizing every shift in your expression, every lilt in your voice. He who had faced death countless times, but nothing unnerved him more than the way you could bring him down to his knees with a just a single look. The strongest man in the world, utterly undone by you.

Odysseus! Satoru who was a force of nature in battle, and yet, he was the softest thing when he was with you. He could split mountains with a strike, command armies with a word, yet he would abandon it all just to press a kiss to your temple in the quiet hours of the night. The world could call him untouchable, unstoppable—but you had always known the truth. He was only human in your arms.

Odysseus! Satoru who swore he would never leave you. He never wanted to leave you. But war does not care for love, and kings do not get to choose their fate. When duty called him to Troy, he kissed you one last time and vowed, “I’ll come back to you, my love.” A promise whispered against your skin, a prayer uttered to gods he never truly believed in, but for you, he prayed. But war does not wait for love, and kings do not get to choose peace. The moment he stepped onto that ship, the moment he sailed toward a war he had no choice but to fight, he made a silent promise.

Odysseus! Satoru would come back. No matter the cost.

Odysseus! Satoru who had faced monsters before, but nothing compared to the beasts that awaited him on his journey home. The sea churned with curses, the land crawled with creatures that wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. But he did not waver. He did not fear. Because what was pain, what was suffering, if it meant holding you again? And so, he fought through curses, blood, and suffering, but the only thing stronger than the wrath of the gods was his will to get back to you.

Odysseus! Satoru who had never known helplessness. He was a man who bent the world to his will, who carved his own fate with bloodied hands and an indomitable heart. He had faced gods and monsters, defied curses and storms, and laughed in the face of death itself. But for seven years, he was caged. Seven years stolen from his hands, wasted in the embrace of a goddess who was not you.

Odysseus! Satoru, who had washed up on her shores broken along with his wrecked ship, his men lost, his body battered by the sea’s wrath. She found him like that, defeated in a way he had never been before, and she took him in. Nursed his wounds. Promised him peace. Promised him eternity. However, eternity meant nothing if you were not in it.

Odysseus! Satoru who was worshipped as a god on that island. She adorned him in silk, kissed the battle scars on his skin, whispers of forever in his ear. She called him hers. She swore to love him, to keep him, to give him a kingdom untouched by war and pain.

However, Odysseus! Satoru who was already yours. No matter how soft the sheets, how gentle the hands that held him, the weight of you never left him. Your absence clawed at his chest, a dull, aching wound that never healed. He was fed the sweetest fruits, given the finest wines, and yet, everything tasted bitter.

Because you were waiting. Because he had sworn to come back. Because seven years was too long to be away from home.

Odysseus! Satoru who was given the choice to stay. to be immortal, to be unburdened, to be worshipped as he had been all his life. But gods, if there was one thing he had learned after all these years, it was that peace was nothing without you. So he demanded to leave. He raged against the walls of paradise, cursed the heavens, swore that nothing, not gods, not time, not fate itself, would keep him from you.

And in the end, the gods relented. the moment he stepped back onto the sea, the moment the wind carried his ship forward once more, he whispered a vow “I’m coming back to you, my love.”

Odysseus! Satoru who after 10 yeras of war and 10 years of isolation in a gilded cage. After all the temptation, after all the stolen time. Nothing had changed. You were still his home and he was still yours.Odysseus! Satoru had always been told that the greatest glory was in war. That men like him were meant to be remembered for their victories, for the blood they spilled, for the kingdoms they claimed. But as he carved his way through gods and monsters, as he fought tooth and nail to return to you, he realized—glory was meaningless if you were not there to share it.  He was a man who had something worth fighting for. Each island, each battle, each moment of agony was a step closer to you. 

Odysseus! Satoru who would fight for eternity if it meant getting back to you. Because the world could take his crown, his titles, his power—but they would never take his love for you. He knew that time would change things. That Ithaca would move on, that suitors would circle you like vultures, that the world might convince you to forget him. But he never doubted you. Not once. Because if there was one thing in this world stronger than him, stronger than war, stronger than the gods. it was your love.

Gojo Satoru was a man of great renown. A warrior who had never lost, a king who stood above all, a force so untouchable that even the gods whispered his name with caution. He was myth and legend, conqueror and survivor, the man who had defied death itself. And yet, in your eyes he was just Satoru. Not a king. Not a warrior. Not a name etched into history. Just a man. A man who laughed too loudly at his own jokes, a man who pressed kisses to your temple when no one was looking, a man who smirked like a child when he won an argument. A man who made himself at home beside you, tangled in linen sheets and lazy mornings, whispering secrets only meant for your ears. The world called him untouchable. You knew better. You knew the warmth of his hands, the softness of his voice when he murmured your name in the quiet of the night. You knew the weight of his heart, the way he carried the burden of war, of loss, of the endless battle between duty and desire. You knew the boy beneath the legend, the fool who fell in love like it was the only battle worth losing. And he had lost. To you. Because for all his victories, for all his power, the greatest thing he had ever done was love you. Not war, not glory, not the sea of men he had left in ruin. You. Always you. It had taken years, lifetimes, an odyssey of gods and monsters and curses. In the end, he had won the only war that ever truly mattered. Because after everything, after all the pain, after all the years stolen from him. He came home and when he looked at you, and you looked at him, he knew. You had never stopped waiting.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, the weight of a decade settled onto his shoulders. The war, the gods, the monsters—all of it had been nothing compared to the torment of being away from you. And now, as he stood before you, a man worn down by time and trials, he found himself breathless.

You stared at him, silent, unmoving. As if blinking would make him disappear. As if you had seen him in your dreams so often that you weren’t sure if this was another cruel trick.

“Satoru…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it shattered something inside him.

He inhaled sharply, as if he had been holding his breath for years. Maybe he had. “I’m home.”

A silence stretched between you. It wasn’t empty. it was full. Full of lost time, of unspoken words, of all the things the universe had tried to take away.

Your fingers twitched at your side, hesitant, trembling, before you reached out. The moment your hand brushed against his face, tracing the lines that time had carved into his skin, something in him broke. He leaned into your touch as if it was the first warmth he had felt in years. His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, as if he feared you would disappear. But when you didn’t, when you only gripped him tighter, his restraint crumbled. He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you so tightly it was almost desperate.

"You took your time," you murmured against his chest, voice thick with something between relief and sorrow.

He huffed a quiet laugh, though it was weak, exhausted. “I had to make it dramatic.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers curling into his tunic. There were so many questions, so many things you wanted to say. But in the end, you only whispered, “This time… will you stay?”

His grip on you tightened. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

You let out a breathless, a broken soundhalf a laugh, half a sob. “You idiot… You think after all this time I’d want anyone else?”

Satoru gave a smirk, but his voice was quiet, almost fragile. “I don’t know… figured you might’ve realized I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

You shook your head, a real, genuine smile breaking through the tears in your eyes. “You always were.” Your hand found the back of his neck, fingers threading through his silver hair like a lifeline. “But you’re my trouble.”

Satoru swallowed hard, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if memorizing you all over again. “And you’re my home.”

A sob escaped before you could stop it, and that was all it took for him to press his forehead against yours, closing the last remaining distance.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “No more wars. No more running. No more losing time.” His voice softened, turning into a promise. “Just us.”

Your fingers curled tighter around him. “Just us.”

The words settled between you like an unshaken vow. And for the first time in forever, there were no battles left to fight.

No gods to defy.

No time to lose.

Only him. Only you.

Only home.

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MOON BOUND

summary: Kholë finds herself in an arranged marriage by her father after signing a contract, the more her and Jimmy hated each other the more they would fall for each other.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

word count: 5.7k

Jimmy Uso x Khole

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𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

Kholë sat in the school cafeteria, enjoying her lunch before her final class of the day. Her mind, however, was preoccupied with the events of the previous night with Jimmy—the way their lips met and their tongues danced together left a lingering impression on her. She knew she needed to push that memory aside to avoid getting her hopes up about what he might offer her.

While enjoying her lunch, she noticed a text from her best friend Bianca, and a smile spread across her face as she read the message.

Binky💗 sent a message 

Binky💗: have you been avoiding that man?

She chuckle messaging her back

Klo🩵: yes I have I only said good morning to his brother and mother completely ignoring him he was stunned 

Binky💗: PLEASE Joshua was telling me about it at work today how you left Jimmy stunned for ignoring him

Klo🩵: I don’t need my feelings hurt or played with like some toy yk? Like worry about Trinity the women you love sooo much 😭 girl did I tell you I heard them fucking last night?

Binky💗: omg hello? Did you at least block the noise?

Klo🩵: yeah I did 😭😭

Binky💗: that’s good you finna be in your last class for today?

Klo🩵:  yeah then after that I head back over there my new home I guess why?

Binky💗: I was thinking about heading to the club tonight but I know you’re focusing on school and stuff 

Klo🩵: girl that don’t mean I can’t party!

Binky💗: you’re fucking funny 😭 but you want me to come get you or hubby is going to take you?

Klo🩵: ew don’t ever say that again okay? And he’s not gonna know anyways I’m not going to tell him where I’m going unless he force it out of me but you can come get me ion feel like driving there

Binky💗: alrighty girl I’ll come get you around eight tonight okay?

Klo🩵: kk bestie see you then

Binky💗: kk

Kholë glanced at her phone, realizing it was time to make her way to her final class of the day. As she tidied up the clutter on her table, tossing the remnants into the trash, she noticed someone approaching her. He was tall, sporting long dreadlocks, and wore a charming smile that brightened his face.

“Excuse me.” He said as Kholë looked up at him.

“Yes?” 

“I couldn’t help but to see a pretty girl like yourself all alone.” She smiled at him. “Oh I was just heading to my last class for today before heading home.” The home that she really didn’t want to go to due to her being married.

“What class are you taking? I can walk you down there.”

“Child development room 230.” 

“Actually we are right next to each other—let’s walk together.” Kholë gave a nod as she and he started walking side by side to their final class together.

As they engaged in conversation about their classes, they also took the opportunity to learn more about one another. Meanwhile, she felt an unsettling presence, as if someone was attempting to delve into her thoughts or convey a hidden message.

“Kholë get away from him.”

She attempted to shut out anyone attempting to engage her in conversation. It almost seemed like Jey was trying to reach out to her, despite her not being a werewolf, while she continued her dialogue with the guy.

“Kholë it’s Joshua, I’m telling you to get away from him he’s dangerous.”

What the fuck?

She gazed at the guy who was chatting with her, distracted by the fact that his teeth appeared sharper than hers. Once they arrived at her class, they embraced, and he inhaled her fragrance before stepping back.

“I’ll see you around Kholë.” Trick said softly before going inside of his classroom that was next to hers.

She entered her classroom and took a seat at the back, struggling to comprehend the recent events and the strange way Jey was connecting with her mentally. She felt different from the others.

There it was again someone trying to communicate with her through her mind.

“Kholë be careful driving home aight? I’ll be watching over you.”

At least Jey cares about her wellbeing or whatever the fuck was going on right now she will soon find out about it later on.

As Kholë finished her class, she gathered her belongings and retrieved her keys from her purse. Stepping out the door, she glanced around cautiously, ensuring that Trick or any unfriendly faces weren’t keeping an eye on her.

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind, realizing it was Trick trailing her as she exited. A wave of unease washed over her, prompting her to quicken her pace in an effort to stay ahead of him.

Her heart pounded wildly as she reached her car, quickly unlocking the door and jumping inside. She slammed the door shut just in time, having spotted him attempting to open it. With urgency, she inserted her keys into the ignition, started the engine, and secured her seatbelt, all in one swift motion.

“Drive Kholë Now.”

As she drove out of the parking lot, following Jey's directions, she left Trick behind. Uncertain about what was happening or why he appeared threatening, she resolved to uncover the truth once she reached home.

Upon arriving home, she spotted Jey, Zilla, and Jimmy waiting for her in the driveway. As she stepped out of the car, she noticed Trick dashing toward her with incredible speed. Just then, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as she looked up into his eyes.

“Trick you ain’t welcome over here dawg, so get the fuck on.” Jey warned him.

“C’mon boys, I just wanted to have a little taste of shawty. She smelt so good.” Trick replied while licking his lips.

“You ain’t tasting shit, so fuck off you’re trespassing the treaty rules.” Treaty rules? Is he not supposed to be here?

Trick cast one final glance at Kholë, offering her a smile as he departed. Meanwhile, Kholë dismounted from Jimmy and made her way into the house, attempting to process everything that had just unfolded.

She was filled with questions but hesitated to voice them. Instead, she planned to discuss everything with Bianca later that night before heading to the club together—fingers crossed that Jimmy would be asleep by then, allowing her to steer clear of him.

She took a drink from the fridge, pretending that the recent events hadn’t affected her, even though she was fully aware that they had. She chose to keep her feelings to herself.

“You good Kholë?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She replied with a smile on her face.

“You sure? You don’t have to lie about it.” Kholë gave a slight nod to indicate that she was fine and planned to relax upstairs. With that, she ascended the stairs, making her way to her bedroom and closing the door softly behind her.

Jey and Zilla looked at each other.

“She’s lying, I could tell by her body language.”

“Yeah, especially when she’s around Jim it’s like she’s trying to avoid him or us as well.”

Jimmy had looked at Jey and Zilla joining in the conversation.

“What are yall talking about?”

“Kholë”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

They looked at each other again.

“Nah, she’s fine, that's all.”

“Mhm.”

Jey and Zilla understood the importance of keeping Kholë's emotions hidden from Jimmy, allowing her to steer clear of him and not disrupt his relationship with his girlfriend. To Jimmy, this marriage held little significance compared to Kholë's feelings. Jey had listened to her thoughts the previous night, and today he felt a deep sense of sympathy for her. However, he took solace in the fact that he could provide her with some comfort.

Kholë had just stepped out of the shower, a towel snugly wrapped around her as she settled onto her bed, allowing her skin to air dry. Her mind wandered back to the events that had unfolded just moments before.

It was as if she had stepped into a scene from a twilight film when that moment unfolded. A whirlwind of questions swirled in her mind about the earlier conversation—what agreement had been made against him, and why was he not accepted in this place?

A knock on the door broke her train of thought, and she looked up to see Jey—her favorite person—entering the room with his arms crossed.

“You know you should shut your mind off sometimes, Klo.” Jey said softly as she chuckled at him.

“I’m sorry I’m just an overthinker that’s all, I try to keep them closed off to avoid your brother.” She replied.

“I understand, I know you have a lot of questions about what happened so I’ll just tell you class in session!” Kholë chuckled at him as she had seen him taking a seat next to her.

Jey starts to clarify the agreement they have with the vampires—vampires? She was completely unaware of their presence here. This treaty, established ages ago, allows the vampires to remain in their designated territory while they seek out blood, ensuring that the werewolves can also inhabit their own space without any clashes between the two groups.

Should one party violate the treaty by encroaching on the other's territory, it could ignite a full-blown war between them. The only scenario in which they might unite is in the face of a significant threat, prompting them to collaborate.

He warned her that Trick was not someone she should associate with, referencing some troubling actions he had taken years earlier to join the vampire pack, though he chose not to elaborate on the specifics.

“That’s why I had to communicate with you through your mind because if you would’ve befriended him it would’ve been bad.” He said.

“I understand, Bianca didn’t tell me all of this.”

“Bianca is yo’ best friend?”

“Yeah, since we were like seven years old basically.”

He seemed shocked hearing that from her, “damn I didn’t know that I didn’t know she was talking about you at work.”

“Mhm, little old me but I need to put some clothes on if you don’t mind Joshua.” He gave a slight nod as he rose from the bed and made his way to the door, closing it softly behind him while Kholë started to change into something more comfortable.

She gained extensive knowledge about werewolves and vampires, but now it felt as though she had a bullseye on her back. With Trick aware of her location and the classroom she frequents, she needed to remain vigilant and constantly assess her surroundings.

Kholë completed her preparations and glanced at her phone, noting that it was nearly eight o'clock. She picked up her purse and house keys, making her way toward the door. As she stepped into the hallway, she noticed the TV was on downstairs. Curiosity piqued, she tiptoed down the stairs and peeked into the living room, where she spotted Jimmy engrossed in a show.

Shit—All that occupied her mind was the thought, and he caught wind of it, a smirk curling on his lips as he sipped his beer. Kholë had composed herself, donning a mask of bravery as she descended the stairs with assurance, deliberately avoiding his gaze as she entered the kitchen adjoining the living room.

He glanced over to check out her outfit, and wow, she was in a completely white ensemble that left little to the imagination, accentuating her curves. To top it off, she was perched on the counter, bent over, engrossed in her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen.

He finished the last gulp of his beer and set the glass down on the table before he began to speak.

“Where you goin?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m just going out with my best friend Bianca, I’ll make sure I’ll be back home if you care or not.” She responded.

He was startled by her words, his brow furrowing as he thought, What the hell? I actually care about you. Watching her lean over the counter stirred something within him.

“You wanna fix your posture?”

She looked at how she was standing only forming a playful smile on her face, “what I’m just bent over does that bother you?”

“Yeah it does.”

“Come fix it then.” He leaped over the couch without a moment's pause, moving swiftly in her direction. As he positioned himself behind her, he grasped her hips, drawing her nearer until their bodies were flush against one another, their faces mere inches apart. His hand encircled her throat, adding an intensity to the moment.

Their eyes locked, hers reflecting the warmth of his chocolate brown gaze as he held her stare.

“Don’t provoke me.” His voice became low and gravelly.

“Or what?—what’chu finna do about it?” He gently held her face, pressing his lips against hers as they dove into a passionate kiss. It was a slow, intense embrace that had a raw edge to it, and she found herself enjoying every moment.

Their tongues intertwined playfully while she sensed his firm arousal pressing against her backside. She hadn’t anticipated finding herself in this situation with him once more tonight—this was precisely what she had been trying to steer clear of.

He kisses her lips gently several times before they part, both gazing at her blushing face, which makes him chuckle. He truly admires her from head to toe, savoring the moment as he licks his lips.

“Make sure, you come home you hear me.” Jimmy says as he places a kiss on her forehead.

Kholë acknowledged the notification on her phone that indicated Bianca had arrived to pick her up. She quickly snatched her purse and keys, stepping out the door with the awareness that Jimmy was observing her. The moment she left the house, he started communicating telepathically with his twin and cousin.

“We need to keep an eye on Kholë tonight.”

“Where is she going?”

“Out with Bianca tonight we need to keep an eye on her just in case Trick shows up—he knows her scent very well.”

“Looks like someone cares for Kholë”

“Shut the fuck up and let’s go.”

Jimmy slipped on his shoes, snatched his car keys, and made his way to the door.

Kholë and Bianca were having a blast at the club, dancing closely and enjoying a few drinks together. Kholë preferred to keep her drinking in check, so she only had a couple of shots to feel a little tipsy.

While they twirled together on the dance floor, Bianca leaned in and mentioned that she needed to step away for a moment to use the restroom. Kholë nodded in understanding and kept dancing solo, lost in her own rhythm.

As she completed her movement, a hand rested on her waist, releasing a familiar fragrance that engulfed her senses like a raging fire. Turning around, she was met with Trick's smirking face—the very same guy from her college, now dancing with her.

Her heart raced wildly, desperate to escape his hold, yet he effortlessly drew her back against his chest—his tongue teasing her earlobes, sending delightful shivers coursing down her spine.

“Well, well. What do we have here hm?” Trick said softly.

“P-please don’t hurt me.” She begged.

“I won’t hurt you princess just keep doing your thing on me, I wanna see how long it takes for your husband to come save you from me.” Unaware that Trick was lurking behind her, she kept up her game of make-believe, convinced that Jimmy wouldn’t show up at all. She thought he was indifferent to her plight, leaving her to face the threat of this damn vampire alone.

While she danced, her body moving in sync with his as his hands rested on her hips, she sensed someone attempting to reach out to her amidst the music playing in the background.

“Klo, get the fuck off of him.”

It was Jimmy attempting to reach her mentally, similar to how Jey had done earlier that day. She informed Trick that she needed to locate her best friend to ensure her safety. After accomplishing that, she successfully escaped from him, prompting Trick to notice and pursue her.

Fear gripped her as she worried for her safety, praying that this wouldn’t lead to any turmoil within the family, especially as she felt Jimmy’s presence drawing near once more.

“Go outside, we got Bianca.”

She dashed out the door, carefully scanning her surroundings after noticing two cars arrive in the parking lot. It was Jey and Zilla, with Jimmy emerging from their vehicles, as she hurried over to join Jey and Zilla.

Trick emerged from the shadows, his fangs glistening as he surveyed the surroundings for Kholë. Upon spotting her with the others, a sly smirk crept across his face.

“Again? C’mon we were just having fun.” Trick says.

“Get goin Trick, we ain’t finna play with yo’ ass.” Zilla spat.

“I mean she does have a nice body and that outfit just caught my attention—I’m surprised to see her husband is here didn’t think he would come to rescue her when he’s at home fucking his girlfriend.” At that moment, Jimmy felt the urge to charge at him and land a solid punch right in his face, but Jey intervened just in time to prevent him from doing so.

Jey shook his head while giving Trick a death stare, “leave Trick before things get ugly around here.” With that Trick threw his hands up, surrendering as he blew a kiss towards Kholë before leaving off in the distance.

Kholë's mind was consumed by thoughts of Bianca, especially after spotting her slumped in the back seat of the car. Just as she was about to speak, she felt Jimmy tugging at her arm, leading her toward his vehicle. He appeared quite upset with her, but she couldn't understand why.

“What the fuck is yo’ problem Klo?” Jimmy asked.

“My problem? I don’t have a fucking problem.” She replied.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “oh so you dancing on a fucking vampire wasn’t the fucking problem Klo?” She scoffed, not understanding why he was so triggered by this when this marriage didn’t mean anything to him. “Why do you care? Aren’t you the same nigga that said that this marriage didn’t mean anything?”

“When it comes to your safety I have to protect you Klo that’s my job.” His responsibility—his damn responsibility—was to keep her safe. But what about loving her in the same way he loved his girlfriend?

“Yeah, your fucking job—actually I don’t know why we are even speaking to each other.” Kholë struggled to break free from his hold, but he pressed her against his car, growing increasingly irritated by her sharp comments.

He was staring into her eyes intensely, “fucking relax with this damn attitude Mama.” 

“No im not because don’t fucking stand there and pretend like you fucking care because you don’t Jon.” He was surprised to witness this emotional side of her, revealing feelings she had suppressed to maintain her composure.

He held onto her waist with both of his hands, “I do care about you Klo.”

“Actions speak louder than words Jon take me home I’m done talking to you about this.” She pushed him off of her until he pinned her again but this time with more force. “Watch it Klo why do you have to be this difficult? I don’t have to deal with this with Trinity.” He drew a comparison between her and his girlfriend, which struck a nerve. She realized that her past relationship was being measured against someone challenging, a standard she never intended to embody.

She nodded her head while chuckling, “you know what I fucking hate you.”

“What? Say that again?”

“You heard me nigga, I fucking hate you I don’t mean to be difficult because I don’t need my feelings to be played with but unlike you—you don’t care comparing me to your girlfriend is crazy.”

A stirring sensation welled up inside him at her words, igniting a spark of desire he hadn't anticipated.

“Say it again.”

“I fucking hate you bitch ass nigga what more do you want me to say you fucking piece of shit.” Jey and Zilla kept a close watch on their dynamic, exchanging glances as they connected through their minds.

“You see this shit?”

“Yeah, he finna shut her up in a few seconds.”

“Let’s just see how this will unfold.”

Jimmy leaned in, their noses nearly touching, while his hands remained firmly on her waist. “mhm say that shit again mama.”

“Get away from me I’m not doing this with you anymore I fucking hate you so much Jon I fucking hat—“ In that moment, he seized her by the throat, pressing his lips against hers as they lost themselves in a fervent kiss, silencing her instantly.

The kiss unfolded slowly and deliberately as he drew her closer, deepening their connection with his tongue exploring her mouth. Despite her attempts to resist, he skillfully intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her firmly against his car.

“You hate me baby?” He murmured between the kiss as his hands were roaming around her body.

“I-I do…I fucking hate you..so much…” her voice barely rising above a whisper, mingled with a soft moan.

He gently grasped both of her curves, trailing his lips along her jawline as he felt her shiver beneath his caress.

“you saying you hate me but I got yo’ ass in chokehold…tell me you hate me…say it..”

It felt like she was losing her mind with him touching on her like this.

“J-Jimmy….wait…fuck…”

He positioned her exactly where he wanted, successfully opening the car door and guiding her into the backseat while casting a glance at his twin brother and Zilla.

“Go ahead and take Bianca home. I'm finna handle her and take us home.”

“A’ight then c’mon Zilla.”

Jimmy forcefully closed the door behind him, pulling her onto his lap as she straddled him, her arms encircling his neck while he showered kisses along her neck.

“You gon’ act right when I’m done.”

“Fuck you like I just hate yo’ ass so much…fuck.” 

“Mhm, keep saying it imma fuck you.”

In that moment, her eyes grew wide at his words, unaware that she was still a virgin. Gently, she pushed him away and said, “Please take us home.” He noticed a complete shift in her demeanor as she rose from his lap, making her way to the passenger seat. Once settled in, she fastened her seatbelt, ready for him to drive them home.

He approached the driver's seat, inserted the keys into the ignition, and started the engine. As he backed the car out, he stole a quick glance at her, but she didn’t look his way. Shifting into drive, he navigated the road home.

Kholë sat alone in her room, distancing herself from everyone as she attempted to shut out the memories of the night she had just experienced with Jimmy. He was as captivating and perilous as Bianca had warned her he would be.

The way he kissed her to silence her ignited a fire within her, even though she was a virgin and unaware of the depths she was diving into with him—his experience far surpassed her own. The mere thought of being near him in this way filled her with a mix of excitement and fear.

Particularly when he drew comparisons between her and his girlfriend, it struck a nerve with her, even though he was completely unaware of the impact. She never intended to react this way; all she desired was a bit of his attention. However, it was clear that his affections were directed more towards his girlfriend, leaving her to grapple with the painful realization that their marriage held little significance for him.

She heard a knock at the door just as Jey peeked his head in, but she didn’t notice him since her back was turned.

“Hey, we all wanted to watch a movie together if you were down.” Jey said softly.

Kholë brushed away the tears streaming down her cheeks while gazing at Jey, who stood patiently awaiting her response.

“Sure I don’t mind.” She replied softly while sniffing her nose as she got up from the bed.

Jey caught the sound of a sniffle, suspecting that she had been in tears. He noticed how her energy transformed into a strained smile, as if to prevent anyone from probing into her troubles.

“Kholë you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He reassured her.

“It’s fine Joshua let’s go.” As she swept by him and made her way downstairs, she noticed the living room was shrouded in darkness, save for the glow of the stove light. Jey trailed closely behind her, and all eyes were on them as they descended the steps, including Jimmy, who was nestled comfortably with Trinity.

She plastered a phony smile across her face as she picked up the blanket and pillow beside her, preparing to settle onto the couch to enjoy the movie.

Jimmy observed her closely, noticing how her energy could change from vibrant to somber in an instant. He sensed that something was amiss, particularly in light of their recent encounter.

“How about we choose Kholë to pick out the movie for tonight.” Mama Talisua said.

“No no it’s fine you guys can pick whatever.” She replied.

“Please you’re part of the family now honey,” Kholë grabbed the remote from her hands as she began picking out a movie for them to watch, “y’all like scary movies?”

Everyone nodded in agreement as she selected a horror film for their viewing pleasure, choosing "It's What Inside," which had just been added to Netflix. Since none of them had seen it before, excitement filled the air. She set the remote down on the glass table and made her way back to the couch, cozying up by herself under a warm blanket.

While the film flickered on the television, Kholë caught sight of Jimmy stealing occasional glances her way. However, she chose to overlook it, as it held little significance for her—especially when he should be more concerned about his girlfriend clinging to him.

He decided to mind-link with his twin to get some information.

“Yo’ do you know what’s wrong with Klo?”

Jey had made eye contact with his twin.

“She hasn’t said anything to me since y’all came back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah? It seems like to me you starting to care about her.”

“No I don’t.”

“If you didn’t you wouldn’t be asking me what’s wrong with her in the first place dummy.”

Jimmy looked at his twin brother giving him a stank face while rolling his eyes.

“Just go talk to her for a second just to see where her mind is at. It's not that hard Uce.”

Jimmy stared down at Kholë who was watching a movie not even looking his way—so he tried to get through to her by her thoughts.

“Mamas come holla at me for a min.”

She attempted to shut out whatever he was trying to communicate, knowing she didn’t want to be near him after admitting her hatred for him—but he wasn’t about to let her slip away.

“Just for a second please.” She cast a glance at him, letting out a deep sigh and rolling her eyes. Grabbing the blanket, she made her way to a spare room, seeking some privacy, while he assured Trinity that he would return shortly.

She settled onto the bed, the blanket cocooning her as she watched him enter the spare room, closing the door softly behind him. He paused in front of her, and she averted her gaze, enveloped by the stillness that filled the room.

He settled beside her on the bed, leaning in close in hopes of catching a glimpse of her smile—she recognized that he was merely putting on an act to pry some information from her.

“What did you want to talk about?” She asked.

“You.” He replied.

She sighed softly—here he goes again. “What about me Jonathan?”

“Why you actin’ like this? Ever since we came back home you’ve been actin funny.”

“You don’t care so it shouldn’t matter what’s going on with me—look just head back to Trinity I don’t need her trippin’” Just as she was preparing to rise from the bed, he gently tugged her back onto his lap, holding her there.

“You not finna keep runnin’ away from me Klo.”

She gazed down at him as he looked up, studying her face intently and observing the signs of her tears, evident in her swollen, red eyes.

“I’m not running from nothing, don't act like you know me.”

He scoffed at her comment, “ I know you enough that you’re very stubborn and need to stop actin like brat.”

“I’m not acting like a brat, I just don’t wanna be near you.”

“Why baby?” His voice lowered several octaves as he spoke.

Kholë rolled her eyes at him, “don’t do that Jimmy.”

“Do what mama?”

“Talk to me like this…” A sense of unease washed over her as she rubbed her thighs together, a habit that surfaced whenever she felt a peculiar sensation in that intimate area. There was something about him and his deep voice that stirred emotions within her, leaving her unable to articulate the effect he had on her. “Talk to you like what? I’m just talking to you baby.”

She didn’t like the fact that he had this effect on her.

“Stop it Jimmy…are we here to talk or not? We are missing half of the movie.” Kholë said as Jimmy smacked his teeth at her.

“Fuck that movie it’s just me and you, I’m tryna see what’s wrong with you.”

“What you said earlier was uncalled for and it triggered me.” Suddenly, it happened—she finally found the words to express what had been troubling her all along.

“Maybe if you didn’t act like a brat I wouldn’t have said it.” Once again, he tossed out that brat word, clearly aiming to provoke her. However, she maintained her calm, determined not to lose her cool in front of his family.

“I'm not a brat.”

“You’re a brat even if you don’t admit to being one.” Kholë let out a heavy sigh, realizing that their discussion was at a standstill. She stood up from his lap, taking her blanket with her, but as she turned to leave, she felt him pull her back, along with the blanket.

He pressed her gently onto the bed, intertwining his fingers with hers as he positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked onto her captivating hazel eyes.

“Where you goin?” He questioned her.

“I’m leaving Jimmy, this conversation isn’t going anywhere. I wasted my time talking with you.” Kholë responded, attempting to shove him aside, fully aware of his superior strength.

“We ain’t done though mama.”

“Jimmy please this conversation is done there’s nothing much to say.” Jimmy appreciated her appearance at that moment, with her positioned beneath him, allowing him to admire her beautiful face more closely. “You look pretty all worked up over me.”

She scoffed, “don’t flatter yourself Mr Fatu.” He leaned closer, pressing a soft, damp kiss against her neck, making her gasp at the unexpected sensation.

“You talk shit but I be having you like this.” Jimmy plants another kiss on her neck.

“I-it was just a sudden reaction.” Her words faltered as she met his intense gaze, a wave of nervousness washing over her. “Nah, you do this all the time when I kiss you on your neck especially when you wrap your arms around my neck yearning for sum more.”

How is it that he can understand her so effortlessly? Deep down, he realizes that she appreciates his warmth, yet he reserves that tenderness for Trinity.

“Do I need to remind you? That this right here doesn’t mean anything to you? Stop toying with me and leave me alone.”

He was completely absorbed in the moment, his lips trailing kisses along her neck as he observed her yield to his caress. In an instant, she fell silent, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. “I fucking hate you Jimmy…”

“Mhm, I know you do, mama. You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I will and I can, I don't matter to you…” He halted in his tracks, captivated by her gaze as she uttered those words. It was he who had insisted that their marriage lacked meaning, claiming he was only helping her father.

“What? Cat got yo’ tongue? If this conversation is over with, I'll be heading out.” She shoved him away and quickly grabbed her blanket, making her way to the door. But before she could escape, he seized her by the throat, catching her off guard and pulling her face nearer to his.

“You’re such a fucking brat Kholë.”

She smirked at him seeing him all worked up, “and you’re just a bitch ass nigga” He lifted her by the thighs, carrying her back to the bed. As he pinned her down, her legs encircled his waist. He tugged her shirt upward, revealing her breasts, and began to kiss and suck on them.

A side of him she had never encountered emerged, his frustration evident due to her mischievous behavior. She let out a quiet moan as she tugged at his hair, pulling him away.

“I’m a bitch Kholë?” Jimmy says

“Yeah, you most definitely are a little bitch. You can’t handle me, that's why you got her.” Kholë responded.

Just as he was about to proceed, a knock on the door interrupted them, bringing their actions to a standstill.

“Uce! Y’all good in there?” Jey asked behind the door.

“Yeah, we're good , we'll be out in a few minutes.” Jimmy shot Kholë a fierce glare, but she merely smiled at him with feigned innocence, as if she hadn’t just riled him up and provoked him moments earlier.

Kholë adjusted her outfit and hair while he mirrored her actions, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. He continued to shower her with kisses, determined not to let her escape so easily after the events of the night.

“This ain’t over Klo.”

“Oh it is over Jimmy.” 

MOON BOUND

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a/n: welllll things are getting spicy between the two don’t yall love toxic shit 🫠 anyways what do yall think will happen between Kholë and Jimmy?

but I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️ 

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𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘯 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff

Word Count: 1,370

Synopsis: If you haven’t read the rest of the story at this point what are you even doing here

a/n: i loved writing this story but ngl really struggled with the ending T-T and it doesn’t help i’ve already got one foot in another fic idea whoops anyways hope you guys enjoyed and that the ending turned out hallway decent!!

→ Part Nine ←

“So, then I told the guy, 'Listen, buddy, I’m the one with the powers, not you, so how about you take a seat and let me handle this?'” Lensless laughed, raising his glass and sloshing it slightly, clearly enjoying himself.

M.Mark leaned back in his chair, sipping his own drink. “Did it work?” he asked dryly, his tone calm but with a hint of amusement.

Lensless shrugged, flashing a grin. “Eh, sort of. I ended up saving the day, as always. You know, classic me.” He gestured with his hand as if to say obviously.

Mark snorted. “Right. Classic you.”

“So,” Lensless continued, suddenly switching gears with his usual mischievous glint in his eye, “how’s it going with y/n?”

Mark froze, the smile fading from his face. He wasn’t about to launch into a full explanation, especially not with Lensless pushing for details. But he couldn’t avoid it either.

“Things are good,” Mark muttered, then shifted his focus back to his drink. “We’re… figuring it out.”

Lensless smirked. “Oh yeah? I bet. I mean, from what I hear, the whole ‘saving her from emotional chaos’ thing is kind of your specialty these days. Got it in the bag, huh?”

Mark didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared at his glass for a moment. The words “emotional chaos” had hit a little too close to home.

“I don’t know about that,” he said quietly, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. “But... yeah. We’re okay.”

Lensless leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a ‘working on it.’ Does this mean you two are… exclusive now? Are you gonna pop the question next, or...?”

Mark rolled his eyes, not bothering to entertain the teasing. “We’re not—”

“Not yet? You know, there’s a fine line between ‘not yet’ and ‘too late’—but hey, what do I know?” Lensless interrupted, winking. “I mean, with all the emotional roller coasters, maybe it’s best to let the dust settle a bit before diving in, huh?”

Before Mark could respond, his attention was pulled across the room. He noticed Sinister Mark sitting at the bar with Omni-Mark, the two talking quietly. S.Mark caught his gaze for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. No words, no gestures—just a glance.

For a split second, Mark thought he saw something different in Sinister’s eyes. It wasn’t anger, and it wasn’t animosity. It was... understanding? Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. But either way, it felt like a small step forward.

Mark’s lips quirked, and he looked back at Lensless. “I think you should’ve left it at, ‘What do I know’. The answer is not a damn thing.”

Lensless grinned widely, unfazed. “Touché, my friend. Touché…”

M.Mark’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing your name flash across the screen. His stomach did a small flip, the way it always did whenever you called. Without thinking twice, he answered.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I need you,” your voice came through, a sharp edge of urgency in her words. “It’s an emergency.”

Mark’s body stiffened. “What’s wrong?” he asked, already standing, not wasting any time.

“There’s no time to explain! It’s bad, Mark, please, I need you!”

He was struck with immediate panic. “I’m on my way,” he said, cutting off the conversation before he could let any further hesitation creep in. His mind was already on overdrive. Whatever was going on, it couldn’t be good.

Lensless raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Wait, didn’t this happen before? I’m like, having déjà vu or something,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a teasing smile. “Remember last time? When you bolted off like a man on a mission after her call? You were practically a blur—it was crazy. It’s like you’re living in a loop, bro! Have you ever seen the movie Groundhog Day?!”

“God can you shut the fuck up?” M.Mark said through gritted teeth before blowing out of the bar in a whirlwind.

Lensless watched, letting out a low whistle before finishing his drink. “That guy’s life is a telenovela.”

When Mark reached your house, his mind was racing with possibilities. Every nerve in his body was on edge, ready for whatever emergency you might be dealing with. His heart was pounding as he approached the door. Maybe you were hurt, maybe there had been another attack—he wasn’t sure, but the thought of something terrible having happened almost made him sick.

He slammed the door open with urgency, already bracing himself for the worst.

But what he saw was the last thing he expected. There you were, perched awkwardly on the countertop, eyes wide, arms flailing, your expression a strange mixture of embarrassment and panic.

“Mark!” you squealed, your voice carrying that familiar edge of distress. “There’s a rat in the house!!”

Mark froze, his brain short-circuiting for a second. “A rat?” he repeated, disoriented, as he scanned the room. The house was quiet—no signs of any immediate danger. No broken furniture, no signs of chaos. Just you. Standing on the counter, flailing like a windmill.

His brows furrowed as his eyes darted to the floor. “Are you serious?”

Your hands waved around helplessly. “I didn’t know what to do! It’s huge!”

Mark rubbed his face, exasperated, his initial worry giving way to disbelief. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, though there was a softness in his eyes. Something about seeing you like this—vulnerable, frantic (even if it was over a rat) really had an unexpected effect on him. It triggered his need to protect you.

Before he could process any more of it, you let out a high-pitched scream.

“Look out!” you shouted as the rat made a mad dash straight toward him.

Mark’s heart lurched, but his instincts kicked in. “Oh shit!” he yelped, flying up into the air, slamming his back against the ceiling as the rat scurried under him, all while trying to keep his bearings. His eyes darted down, watching the rat scramble across the floor.

“Get it!” you cried, waving your arms frantically, completely losing all semblance of grace.

Mark groaned, reluctant but determined to play the hero. “Fine!” he grumbled, finally diving down toward the rat, his movements quick and clumsy. The rat zig-zagged away, but Mark managed to grab it by the scruff of its neck. “I swear, I should get paid extra for this,” he muttered under his breath, fumbling a bit as he struggled to get a solid grip on the wriggling creature.

“Gotcha!” he finally grunted, hoisting the rat into his hand with a little more force than necessary. He flew it out the door, hoping it wouldn’t come back for round two.

When Mark floated back inside, beads of sweat glistening on his brow as a mix of irritation and amusement washed over him, he saw you still standing on the countertop, arms wide in a dramatic display.

You let out a sigh of relief, your voice light but sincere. “You’re my hero,” you said, grinning from ear to ear. There was something in your gaze that made his heart flutter—gratitude, relief, and maybe just a hint of embarrassment for how ridiculous the whole situation was.

Mark exhaled sharply as he made his way towards you, ghosting above the floor. “I think I earned a reward for that,” he said, wiping his brow and shooting you a teasing look.

Your eyes twinkled, and you laughed, that familiar spark returning. “You absolutely did.”

Without a second thought, Mark grinned and swept you into his arms. You yelped in surprise but wrapped your arms around his neck as he effortlessly lifted you.

“Then I’ll take my reward,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he flew you toward the bedroom.

The door clicked softly shut, and the sound of laughter, teasing, and quiet murmurs could be heard from the doorway. It wasn’t long before the rustle of sheets and the warm, lingering sounds of other things door made it clear that the night had taken on a life of its own.

And so had the love between you.