#half demon reader

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Affection had always come with strings.

Usually tied tight enough to choke you.

Jason learned that early—too early. From the kind of shitty parents who only use you and then throw you away like trash, to the kind of city that ate you alive the second you thought you mattered. Then Bruce came along with a mission, a cowl, and the promise of purpose. Jason thought that was love too, for a while. The kind that made your knuckles ache and your lungs burn with every rooftop leap. The kind that promised 'you're not alone' but always left you standing in the dark when it mattered most.

You get close, you get hurt. That was the rule. Always had been.

So when Jason started noticing the cracks in that rule—because of you—it threw him off balance.

He hadn't meant to care. He really hadn't.

It started with the kid—Damian. The little demon himself. Jason had expected the usual arrogance, the 'I'm-better-than-you' sword-swinging attitude, and Damian didn't disappoint. But you... you met that chaos with patience.

You listened to Damian rant about tactics and honor and legacy, never once mocking him. You corrected him gently, and when the boy's pride cracked, you didn't make him bleed for it.

You laughed. Laughed. Real, happy.

Jason had forgotten what that even sounded like in this house.

And when Dick—golden boy himself—came orbiting around you like he always does with people he loves, you didn't turn him away either. Jason saw that too. Saw how Dick relaxed around you, how that restless energy melted into something boyish and light. How Damian didn't flinch when you ruffled his hair.

Wayne Manor hadn't seen moments like that in a long time. Maybe ever.

Jason wasn't sure if he was jealous or curious. Maybe both.

Because if you could look at them like that... what did that mean for someone like him?

Jason wasn't the type to envy easily. He'd rather crack a joke or light a fire than sit in the ashes of what he didn't have. But lately, every time you looked at Damian—softly, with patience that didn't run out—he coudn't stop thinking:

If I'd had you back then... maybe I wouldn't have come back so angry.

The thought came uninvited, sharp as glass. He didn't even believe it at first. But it stayed. Like a splinter under the skin, too small to dig out, too deep to ignore.

And the worst part? You didn't even do anything special. You didn't try to win him over. You just... showed up. Said hi when you crossed paths in the kitchen. Asked if he'd eaten. Treated him like someone who wasn't about to explode, like someone who didn't need fixing.

And Jason didn't know what to do with that.

He'd been treated like a weapon, a mistake, a ghost. Never like—well, whatever the hell this was.

He started noticing you more, even when he didn't mean to.

Wayne Manor used to feel like a graveyard. But when you visited and were around, there was... noise. Real noise. Laughter. Arguments that didn't end in slammed doors.

Jason would never admit it, but he liked that.

The reason for your visits was always the same lately: Damian.

Sometimes you dropped by to check on the kid's training progress or to drop off new schematics for his equipment—gifts wrapped in purpose so Bruce couldn't accuse you of 'spoiling' him. Other times, Alfred invited you over under the excuse of dinner, claiming it was "Only proper, sir, given how much Master Damian values your guidance."

But everyone knew the truth.

You'd become part of this strange, broken little family—an extra piece that didn't quite fit anywhere, but somehow made everything else hold together.

Jason didn't realize how much he'd gotten used to that until the day he walked into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the counter with Alfred, sleeves rolled up, a mug in hand, laughing about something Damian had said.

It was late. Too late for anyone normal to be awake.

Jason had just returned from patrol, helmet under his arm, boots tracking Gotham's grime onto the tiles. Then his blue gaze fell on you.

There you were, sitting next to Damian. Calm. Grounded. Like the house bent toward you without meaning to.

"Rough night?" You asked.

Jason hummed. "Something like that."

You nodded, gesturing to the seat across from you and Damian. "Alfred was about to make coffee. Sit down before he finds a reason to scold us both."

Jason smirked. "You mean before he throws us out?"

"Don't tempt fate."

You said it like a joke, but there was warmth in it. Jason hesitated a moment, then sat.

It wasn't the first time you'd spoken, but it was the first time Jason didn't feel like he had to keep his guard up. Maybe it was the hour. Maybe it was how you didn't ask questions he didn't want to answer.

For a while, the only sound was the quiet clink of spoons and the ticking of the kitchen clock.

Then you spoke, almost absently, "You did well tonight."

"You were watching?"

"Tim showed me the comm footage," You replied, sipping your drink. "You stopped the smuggling ring before GCPD even got wind of it. Efficient."

Damian remained silent—a rare thing—glancing at the two of you from the corner of his eye. Jason waited for a snarky remark, as common of the little brat. But it didn't come.

Perhaps the demon spawn was finally learning not to be so possessive of you.

Jason tilted his head, trying to figure both of you out. "You actually watched the footage?"

Damian huffed. "Do you take my Father for a liar?"

That shouldn't have meant much. But it did.

Bruce rarely commented on his patrols anymore—unless Jason crossed a line. Dick offered advice, Tim asked for reports. But you and Damian? You just acknowledged it. Like it was something worth seeing.

Jason tried to look nonchalant, leaning back in the chair. "Wasn't that hard. Just scared the crap out of them, mostly."

"Fear works," Damian nodded.

You gave him a warning look, and then returned your gaze to Jason.

"So does mercy."

Jason snorted. "You sound like Bruce, Y/n."

You smiled faintly. "I sound like someone who's seen both."

That silence stretched again, but this time it wasn't uncomfortable.

Jason studied you. There was something in your crimson eyes that wasn't pity, wasn't judgment. And damn it, he hated how much that got to him.

Don't go soft now, Todd.

But maybe softness wasn't the enemy he thought it was.

He started talking to you more after that. Small stuff at first—sarcastic quips, half-hearted jabs about Damian's 'daddy complex.' You always laughed, even when the jokes had a little bite to them. And you never flinched away from him. Not once.

That alone earned you something most people never got: Jason's trust.

It wasn't a grand confession or anything. Only small, quiet moments. Like when you'd help patch his armor without making a big deal out of it. Or when you'd bring a cup of coffee to the garage, wordlessly sliding it his way before tinkering with one of your gadgets.

Once, he caught himself watching your hands as you worked—steady, precise, gentle in a way Jason didn't think gentleness could coexist with power.

No wonder the kid looks up to you, he thought. You make it look easy.

He didn't realize he'd said that last part out loud until you smiled.

"Easy? It's not. But I don't want Damian to think love has to hurt."

Jason didn't reply. He couldn't. Because that sentence landed somewhere deep—somewhere he didn't want touched.

A week later, after another night of patrol, Jason showed up at your apartment unannounced. He had tracked down your address.

And yet, you didn't look surprised to see him. Just raised an eyebrow, stepped aside, and said, "You hungry?"

He wasn't, but he nodded anyway.

You cooked. He watched.

It wasn't awkward. It was quiet and comfortable.

However, you cooked horribly. When he took a bite of what you prepared, his face twisted like he just ate dog shit. "What the hell is this?"

He grabbed a napkin and spit the food into it.

You smirked, mischievous as hell. "I offered food, yes—but I never said it would be good..."

You were learning to cook, okay? It was... work on progress.

He glared at you. "Seriously? You call this cooking?"

"It's edible... technically. If you squint." You insisted.

With a sigh, he stood up and walked to the stove.

"I will cook."

You didn't stop him, just casually leaned against the counter and let him use your kitchen.

Minutes later, Jason placed several plates on the table. You blinked.

"Well, aren't you going to eat?" Jason sank into the seat in front of you.

"Yeah, yeah. On it."

You picked up a fork and brought a spoonful of food to your mouth. You didn't have high expectations. But when the taste hit your tongue, your face lit up.

"Wow, this is actually very good." You praised.

"You have a talent for this, Todd."

Jason watched you devour everything and not leave a single crumb, a tiny grin spreading across his lips. Yeah, his cooking is wonderful.

After dinner, he lingered by the window, city lights flickering across his face. "Y/n, you ever regret it?" He asked suddenly. "Getting involved with us. The freakshow family."

You looked up from the dishes. "No. Do you?"

Jason laughed dryly. "Every other Tuesday."

"Mm." You wiped your hands with a towel. "Then I guess we're both still here for a reason."

That night, as Jason walked home, something shifted. It wasn't redemption, not even close. But it was the first time in a long while he didn't feel like the city was trying to eat him alive.

Jason enjoyed spending time with you when his schedule allowed.

And when Damian would come storming in, demanding your attention, Jason would just roll his eyes. He let the kid have you. Because for the first time in years, he didn't feel like he had to fight for space.

You'd already made room for him.

You were sitting in your room by your lonesome as you quietly sipped your tea. You wore an elegant kimono draped over your white one, as you rested on your bedding. The candle was the only light source in the darkened room. You sighed to yourself, as you soaked in the gentle aroma of your tea.

Your strength has come back, and you’ve been able to manage around the castle on your own, but you preferred Kohaku’s ever-sweet presents with you. You smiled as you thought of him, he was such a sweet boy. The sound of a light knocking against the shogi doors brought you from your thoughts, and you looked over at them. “Come in.” You said.

The gentle voice of Kohaku sounded through and your smile spread. He slid open the doors and you smiled sweetly at him. He smiled in return as he placed a tray with food on the floor of your room, before he moved to close the door behind him. “Good evening, Kohaku. How are you?” You kindly asked him. He smiled as he walked to you with the tray. “I’ve been well, Miss (Y/N). I’ve just been busy around the castle is all.” He answered kindly as he moved to sit before you. You smiled at his answer, as you watched him place your tray before you. “I’m pleased to hear that. Thank you, Kohaku.” You kindly said.

“It’s no problem at all, Miss (Y/N).” He replied as he sat with his knees tucked under him. You smiled at him before you looked down at your food, it wasn’t anything special, just a bowl of rice, a grilled fish, and two boiled eggs. You looked up at him in question. “Are you hungry, Kohaku?” You asked him. His eyes widen some at your question. “Umm, I am a little hungry, but I’ll eat later.” He said with a sheepish smile. You gave him a concerned look before you picked up a boiled egg and you offered it to him.

“Here, eat this, and once you’re done you can have some rice too.” You said. He shook his head as he held his hand up. “Oh no, I can’t. That’s for you Miss (Y/N).” He said. Your face went stern as you pushed the boiled egg toward his hand. “I understand that, but you work so hard around here, you deserve a well-earned break, so please eat.” You pleaded with a stern voice. He stared at you with a worried look before he looked down at the egg and he sighed in defeat before he took the egg.

You smiled in triumph as you picked up the bowl of rice. “Once you’ve finished your egg, you may eat some rice too.” You said. He nodded as he took a bite from the egg. You smiled tenderly at him, happy to see him eating. He devoured his egg quickly before he greedily picked up the bowl of rice and he began shoving it down his throat. You smiled fondly at him as you picked up your tea cup and you moved to hand it to him. “Here, drink something before you choke.” You said with a slight chuckle.

He stopped eating the rice, as his face flushed red with embarrassment. He placed the bowl down and he took the cup of tea. You smiled sweetly at him as you watched him eat your whole meal. But you didn’t mind. ‘He’s such a hard worker, he takes his job so seriously till he doesn’t even eat much.’ You thought. You smiled to yourself in thought as you looked down at your lap. ‘He’s such a sweet boy, he reminds me of Inuyasha when he was a young boy.’ You thought.

Your eyes suddenly flashed worriedly as you looked off to your side. ‘I hope he's fairing well. I know he's strong but I can't but worry.' You thought. Your cheeks suddenly warmed as you thought of the young lord of the castle. 'It’ll come as an unwelcoming surprise if he finds out that I’ve fallen in love with the young lord of this house.’ You thought worriedly. ‘But maybe he won’t mind so much, after all, he’s a half-demon just like himself.’ You thought hopefully.

The sound of wooden dishes being placed down made you snap from your thoughts and you smiled at Kohaku as he let out a contented sigh. “Ah! That hit the spot.” He said as he rubbed his stomach. You chuckled at him sweetly. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it, I hope you eat more often like this, Kohaku. I worry for you.” You said. He smiled at you. “I’ll try, Miss (Y/N).” He promised. You smiled as you nodded at him.

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Inuyasha and the group were moving quickly through the woods. Inuyasha had recently caught the scent of Oak Trees and Miasma, and he immediately jumped into action and everyone followed. Kagome was forced to ride on Kirara since Inuyasha just suddenly took off, but she couldn’t blame him, his mom was in danger. If her mom was in the same predicament, she'd do the same thing. It was a pretty silent chase, not much could be said about the situation at hand.

Inuyasha’s solid focus was on keeping the scent as he ran and glided through the forest. ‘Don’t worry Mom, I’m coming to save you.’ He determinedly thought. He blinked in shock and confusion when a familiar scent rolled through. He looked towards his right, and he looked towards his left, but he didn’t see anything. ‘Why do I smell Sesshomaru nearby?’ He thought in confusion as he continued his chase.

Sango, Miroku, Kagome, and Shippo all sat in silence as they followed Inuyasha from above on Kirara. Kirara suddenly growled in warning as she looked back causing everyone else to react. “What’s the matter, Kirara?” Sango asked in concern as she looked at her companion. “What’s wrong, Sango?” Miroku asked as he looked around at Sango.

She looked back at him in confusion and worry. “I don’t know, but Kirara is reacting to something.” She explained worriedly, her eyes trailed passed everyone and her eyes widen. “Huh? What’s he doing here?” She asked in confusion. Everyone looked at her in question before they all followed her gaze behind them. Their eyes widen when they noticed that they were being trailed.

“What in the world?” Miroku asked in shock. “It’s Sesshomaru!?” Kagome called out loudly in confusion. Her voice caused Inuyasha to look back and he narrowed his sight on Sesshomaru. 'There he is. I knew I smelled him.' Inuyasha thought. Sesshomaru was flying behind the group, his impassive face dead set as he shot through the sky like a comet. “What’s he doing here?” Shippo asked in a frightened voice. “I’m not sure, but it probably has something to do with (Y/N).” Mirkou said.

“He must be following the same scent as Inuyasha.” Kagome said. Sesshomaru paid them no mind as he sped past them, the speed at which he traveled caused a whipping wind to pass by the group. They all closed their eyes as they hung on tightly to one another so as to not be blown away. Kirara growled in struggle as she fought against the powerful winds that pushed her back causing her to fall back some. “KIRARA!! ARE YOU OKAY!?” Sango yelled in worried as she felt Kirara give slightly under the wind.

Inuyasha growled in worry as he watched his friends struggle against the winds before he glared over at Sesshomaru. “What the hell are you doing, Sesshomaru? If it’s anyone who's going to take out Naraku, it’s going to be me.” He declared as he ran, keeping up with Sesshomaru's speed. Sesshomaru said nothing, as he kept focus on the sight in front of him. His eyes were glossed over with rage as he practically ignored Inuyasha. Inuyasha’s annoyed stare turned into a confused one before his glare softened some before he looked ahead of himself once more.

“Listen, I get it, you’re upset about Mom getting taken by that creep, but we’ll get her back.” Inuyasha said, trying to comfort Sesshomaru while also reassuring himself. He was feeling rather antsy, he was honestly nervous about it all. Sesshomaru glanced over at Inuyasha for a second before he looked back ahead. “Hmph, that woman is of no concern to me. I am simply here to defeat Naraku.” He scoffed. Inuyasha scoffed in return. “Huun, don’t give me that load of crap, you’re just as worried as I am, face it Sesshomaru, you’re here to save mom just like I am.” Inuyasha said. Sesshomaru scowled but he didn’t say anything in return.

The group flew behind the brothers, listening to the two as they conversed. “So, Sesshomaru knows of (Y/N)’s abduction.” Miroku noted. Sango nodded before she looked back at him. “Yes, but I’m not sure how, unless Kagura spoke to him just as she did to us.” She said. Miroku nodded. “Yes, that would make the most sense. Kagura needs as many people as she can get to help her obtain her freedom.” He said.

Sango nodded in agreement. Kagome looked down at the brothers with a thoughtful look. “Yeah, but how did Kagura know that she had any kind of connections to Sesshomaru?” She asked. They both looked back at her in shock. “That’s a good question.” Sango said. Miroku nodded. “It is, it does hold some concern. I now wonder how much of what Kagura told us was true.” He said as he thought over what Kagura told them a few nights ago.

“Yes, like if this Kusho Pearl even exists.” Sango agreed. Kagome spoke up. “I think it does.” She said. They both looked back at her in question. “Oh? How do you figure?” Sango asked. “Well, if she was lying, she wouldn’t of have sounded so hopeful. Don’t forget, she wants Naraku dead just as much as we do.” She said. Miroku nodded. “That’s true, she would have no reason to lie about the Pearl then.” He confirmed. “The question that now remains, is how did she know that (Y/N) even had any sort of connections to Sesshomaru.” Sango said. Everyone grew silent as they thought it over to themselves.

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In the rocky mountains, a group of wolves could be seen running along with Ginta and Hakkaku, they were all breathing heavily as they ran through the mountains that lead towards the woods. “KOGA!!” Ginta yelled in exhaustion. “WAIT...FOR US!!!” Hakkaku yelled as they both tiredly jogged. They could see a twister that was a few yards away from them before it vanished into the woods.

They came to a stop, as they leaned over, their hands on their knees as they caught their breaths. “What’s got him… so wired up?” Hakkaku panted. “I don’t know… something about Naraku maybe.” Ginta panted. Koga ran ahead, a determined glare on his face as he charged through the forest. ‘Naraku, you bastard. I’ve finally caught a whiff of your disgusting scent. You’re mine this time.’ He thought as he raced through the forest. In the sky,

Kagura floated on her feather, as she stared down in wonder. ‘So Koga is in on the hunt too is he? I wasn’t expecting this, but the more the merrier as they say. With Naraku’s sudden change in plan, this is perfect.’ She thought, pleased with the outcome. ‘I was about to change tactics, but this should work out just fine.’ She thought before she flew off in the same direction that Koga was heading in. ‘With this amount of people, we might just have a chance to actually defeat Naraku.’ She thought as her eyes gleamed in unpromised triumph.

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In Naraku’s castle, the Kusho Pearl gleamed a dark purple aura, the Jewel shard reacting in kind as it shined its own pure aura. Elsewhere in the castle, Kohaku walked with you down the many halls of the castle. “This castle is ever so gloomy.” You suddenly stated. Kohaku nodded in agreement. “It truly is.” He said. You sighed as you stared at the darkened hall before you. “I wonder, if perhaps the young lord will allow me to decorate the walls with some life?” You pondered aloud.

Kohaku looked over at you with a kind smile. “It’s hard to say, but it doesn’t hurt to ask him.” He said, as he encouraged you. You smiled over at him. “Ask me what?” Came Naraku's smooth voice. You both looked forward, seeing Naraku walking down the hall towards you both, Kanna walked behind him silently, her mirror shining a white light before it went back to being a reflective surface.

Kohaku straightened up in slight nervousness while your cheeks warmed and you bowed your head bashfully. “Oh, um..well my Lord. I was wondering...” You said shyly before you tailed off. Naraku stared at you for a moment before he walked forward toward you. He stopped before you, his socks coming into your field of vision but you didn’t look up. “I’m sorry, but I can’t quite hear you. You’ll have to speak up some, Milady.” He said politely.

You slowly looked up at him bashfully. “Well… I was just speaking to Kohaku, and I wanted to know if that, I perhaps could decorate the castle some.” You said shyly. He stared down at you, his eyes studied you with question before he smiled kindly. “You may, but what did you have in mind?” He asked. He honestly could care less, but he had to make your heart swoon for him completely.

You beamed up at him happily before you began to give him a list of ideas. He watched you intensely, not really focusing on what you were saying. He focused on the familiar aura of Onigumo’s aura that was leaking from you. It grew some since he last saw you. ‘Ah, so my plan is working after all, is it? I thought that perhaps it wouldn’t take hold, but alas, her half-human heart soaked in that ridiculous emotion like a sponge.”

He gave a small smirk in triumph as he ‘listened’ to your ideas for the castle. ‘Inuyasha will be most ‘pleasantly’ surprised when he discovers that his mother is loyal to me. Her heart beats for me, just as strongly as it does for him.’ He thought, as he placed his hand gently against the small of your back, leading you along with him as he nodded to your silly ideas. Kohaku stared after the two of your figures in concern for your well-being.

SUBTITLE: FATHER OF THE THREE

Summary: [Name] is trying a new form of meditation as to unlock more power within themselves but they flow so deeply into it that they meet a part of themselves they never knew they had.

The full moon shined in the sky above as [Name] stood on the surface of the water - yes, they can walk on water, it's the perk of the Water Demon Boots. It was time for the meditation and they needed a place where the moon and the water came in contact, what better place than standing on the moon's reflection on a body of water?

[Name] closed their eyes and exhaled before letting go of their physical shell and entering the internal plane of existence - a realm where you could access the soul, memories, and all the power of the soul. They walked around, looking for the power of their demon side...when they noticed a glowing orb of light coming before them.

The orb of light bent into the shape of a man - no, a demon - with long white hair, tan skin, and dressed in a kimono with armor pieces but the kindness of his golden eyes...[Name] knew who this was.

Toga: It's been a long time, [Name]. Look at how much you have grown.

[Name]: You're...You're Toga, aren't you? My Father...

Toga: You are right, I am your father and I have come to tell you the power you seek is not here to find but shall come to you in time."

[Name]: I can understand that but why are you here, Father? Are you passed on to the afterlife?

Toga: When I died, I sealed a third of my soul into you so that I can act as your counsel when you need it. I've seen your journey and I am happy that you walk your own path instead of following your older brothers.

[Name]: Inuyasha is too divided to be a good leader and Sesshormar is far too cold to be dealing with. I rather have my own path than deal with them.

Toga: That's good to hear, please, keep to your own path.