This is a lot to unpack. For years, we've all heard about the concept of unconditional love. However, that seems to have led to a level of entitlement where people expect a person to remain in their lives no matter what. They develop the idea that no matter which behaviors they exhibit or which actions they take in the relationship - especially if they are harmful to the other person - that they are to be accepted for it anyway.
This expectation is unhealthy. It invalidates the other person's boundaries, and sets up the relationship for failure as the love is just expected to be automatic rather than based in mutual responsibility from each partner.
Have your boundaries. Know your limitations. Codependency is no joke.
They hate it when you serve anxious attachment hidden away by a carnal desire to eat your loved ones with a sprinkle of rainbow and a dash of show tunes
He trudged through the forest in a pattern, his feet adjusting to the soft yet spiky underbrush. His face hardened into one expression so his captor couldn’t tell how he was feeling about anything, though anger rose and fell in his chest each time he took a breath. His hands, bound in front of him in fists, the rope coiled around his fingers, and being pulled along, as if he was a dog on a leash, didn’t hurt so much anymore. Now, they just felt numb and tingly from the tightness of the ropes and the force behind each yank pulling him forward.
Janus had lost count of how many times he had been stolen like this. He wasn’t dumb. He knew he was valuable. Having magical powers tended to add a lot of rarity and demand for a person. Especially powers like Janus’. People liked what Janus could do for them, even if the hallucinations he created weren’t real. He could just cross his fingers together, and show any fantasy that people wanted. Loved ones, memories, images of fame and grandeur. Janus could create anything. Sure, none of it was real. But in the moment, did it really matter? Sometimes, pretending is just as good as having the real thing.
A tree root jutted up from the undergrowth that Janus didn’t see, his eyes clouded over in thought. His foot caught underneath it, and he came crashing down onto the forest floor, the damp fallen leaves doing little to break his fall as his bound hands curled upwards and knocked the wind out of his chest as he landed. Kicking his feet, Janus scrambled to get upright from his position, but his captor only yanked his hands out from underneath him, starting to pull Janus along once again, dragging Janus along and wrenching his shoulders painfully.
“We don’t have time for this,” his captor threatened, his voice cold and demanding. “You’re going to be held with my new apprentice. He’ll take real good care of you until we can get a good enough price for you.”
“You aren’t selling me,” Janus seethed, finally finding his footing and stumbling upwards. “I’m not an object. I’m a person just like you.”
“Hmm,” his captor responded. “You keep telling yourself that. My apprentice is here under punishment. Poor thing hates the forest and the outdoors. So…feel free to cause as much harm as you’d like. After all, if you manage to escape from him, it’ll only lead to more punishment for him. And he’s got another…product…with him. Who knows? Maybe you two will be friends?”
One of the sentences the captor hummed carelessly stuck with Janus, and he yanked a little on the ropes to try and stop his captor. It didn’t work. He only got pulled harder along, almost falling forward for the second time.
“What makes you think I care about your little apprentice?” Janus hissed, his voice laced with venom. “If he’s anything like you, he deserves whatever he has coming.”
“Oh, darling,” his captor laughed in a disgusting giggle. “He’s nothing like me.”
There wasn’t anymore time for questions, as Janus was dragged to what looked like an abandoned shack in the middle of the woods. There was no other civilization, no signs pointing to where to go. Even if Janus did manage to escape, it would be a long way back to any city where he could get help. But Janus didn’t care. He’d escaped from worse.
The door to the shack was opened, and Janus was shoved inside with little care. The inside was even dingier than the outside, the only source of light being the cracks in a boarded up window. From the corner of the room, chains clattered gently. Janus peered over in that direction and saw a man who looked to be around his age, maybe a little older, playing with a small, dirty, torn up stuffed animal. Surely, this man was far too old for such a toy, but he didn’t seem excited or happy. He seemed vacant, closed off. Defeated.
“Virgil! I’m back!” his captor called out. “And look at this! I brought you a friend! Here, I’ll put him right next to you.”
Janus seethed as his captor pushed him to the floor and started to attach the chain cuffs to his ankles before untying the ropes around his wrists, and quickly replacing them with the chains after putting mittens on Janus’ hands to prevent any sort of power usage. After all, his fingers had to be linked in order for his powers to work. Now, Janus was rendered useless.
Looking to his right, Janus tried to get a better look at Virgil, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. Virgil’s raven black hair was a matted mess, and he had bruises blooming all over his face and pale, exposed chest. He had been wearing a white t-shirt, but it was tattered and ripped to the point where it was providing him no protection. His eyes were dark and stormy with unspoken emotion, but his body was still. He didn’t even look like he was breathing. Janus felt the overwhelming urge to take Virgil’s hands and comfort him, but obviously he couldn’t in this state.
“Roman! Get out here!” the captor shouted towards the kitchen.
Janus listened closely, and to his surprise, he could hear sobbing coming from the other area where the man named Roman apparently seemed to be. His cries sounded young and scared. Janus almost felt pity, but he was also confused. Virgil seemed to be the other prisoner his captor was talking about. So who did that make Roman?
When Janus realized, his eyes narrowed. The apprentice.
Why would the apprentice be crying? He didn’t have to be chained up. He had all the power here. He was probably the one who hurt Virgil so badly. Janus hardened in resentment with every sob he heard. This Roman guy didn’t have the right to cry. He could leave at any moment and nobody would stop him.
“Roman!” the captor shouted again, but his voice adopted a chilling sing-song attitude. “Don’t you wanna come out here and meet your new pet?”
“No!” Roman shouted, still not revealing himself. “Please don’t make me, I can’t do this again!”
“Oh, please, you certainly can,” the captor replied, rolling his eyes playfully, as if Roman was an over-dramatic child. “Come and meet him. He’s almost as lovely as you. Come on out, my dear, and if you’re good to me from now on, I’ll give you double rations.”
That seemed to be what convinced Roman to emerge. And Janus was not expecting what he saw whatsoever.
A scrawny redheaded boy with dark skin and extremely curly hair came out of the kitchen. He seemed to be an adult, but he was definitely on the younger side. Roman stood tall, even taller than Janus, and definitely taller than Virgil, but he shook like a leaf, which rendered his domineering height unthreatening. If Janus was unchained, he could make mincemeat out of such a person. Especially in this state.
Roman appeared to be just as battered and injured as Virgil, his body caked in dirt, and his clothes ripped up and ruined. One of his pants legs had been nearly completely ripped off, revealing his bruised and scratched up knee. But more importantly than any of that, Janus’ eyes locked on the most shocking thing about Roman: the chain around his ankle.
The crying man was just as trapped here as Janus and Virgil were.
“I trust you’ll take good care of him,” the captor said, approaching Roman and putting a hand on his shoulder.
Roman flinched at the touch, but folded in relief when he realized the action was kind and gentle.
“I will,” he whispered. “I will, I just- I need- I-”
“What do you need, pet?” the captor asked, starting to weave his fingers through Roman’s hair. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please let me be beautiful again,” Roman whispered.
Janus didn’t understand what Roman meant. Sure, he was dirty and was wearing rags, but he was undeniably beautiful. His tangled hair framed his face, his cheeks round and youthful. His eyes were large and downturned, and they were a bright amber that could almost be mistaken for orange. He had a flat nose, and small yet plump lips that were chapped, but still a rosy pink color.
Either way, his captor laughed at Roman’s request, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking Roman down so the boy was forced onto his knees.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” his captor teased. “You’ll never be beautiful again. Those days are over. You’re mine, and nobody who’s mine is ever. Beautiful. Got that?”
Roman opened his mouth to speak in protest, but his hair was harshly yanked again, which led to him slowly nodding, a tear sliding down his grimy cheek.
“Now…I’d better see some new bruises, and you’d better write down any information you learn,” his captor threatened. “It could be so much worse than this.”
Roman took a deep, shuddering breath, his entire body trembling. His voice came out in a soft, terrified whisper.
“Yes, sir.”
The captor left with a laugh that shook Janus to his core, slamming the door behind him. Roman and Virgil flinched at the sound, but Janus remained stoic, his eyes narrowing as he thought long and hard about the entire situation. Roman was a prisoner too. Why?
“Do you have powers too?” Janus asked Roman, who was still crumbling on the floor and crying.
Roman didn’t respond. But Virgil did. His voice was quiet, and it sounded like the vocal equivalent of wind breezing through trees.
“He has none,” Virgil whispered. “But that doesn’t matter. He belongs to Foster just as much as we do.”
“Ah. Foster. That’s his name,” Janus said, his words clipped. “What’re you here for?”
“I just got snatched off the street one day. Foster somehow knew everything about me. My address, my name, my powers.”
“Me too,” Janus realized. “I guess he captured us in the same way. Stalking us, and then just…going for it, I guess. He wants to sell me.”
“Same here,” Virgil said. “I don’t know what kind of creep would buy a person in this century. But I guess there’s a market for it. Foster seems like an expert on all this, after all. It doesn’t matter anymore, but…I can control clouds. I can move them around, I can make it rain, snow, lightning, whatever I want. It was cool.”
“You think that’s cool?” Janus joked softly. “I can make people see anything. It’s an illusion, but I can make anything look real. I can make your best friend appear right in front of you. I can make you think you look like Angelina Jolie. It was…kinda fun. To just play pretend with anyone who wanted to.”
For a moment, silence filled the room. But soon, Roman’s gasps and shuddering grew louder.
“Please don’t hate me,” Roman whined quietly from where he sat, still on his knees. “Please. I have to do this, I have to make him happy, I have to. I have to.”
“Roman, buddy, you gotta breathe,” Virgil mumbled, reaching out to put his chained hands on Roman’s thigh. “Breathe. He’s gone.”
Janus stared at Virgil with incredulous shock. Why was Virgil helping Roman? Why was Virgil helping the person who would keep them stuck here? Was it Stockholm Syndrome? Was Virgil on drugs?
Roman practically lunged at Virgil, and Janus flinched back, prepared for a fight, but when he didn’t hear any punching or kicking, he looked over at the two, and realized that they were embracing, Roman sobbing into Virgil’s shoulder.
“Come on,” Virgil whispered. “Let’s do this again. You hit me, I hit you. Let’s do the right shoulder this time. Are you ready?”
“No, I can’t, I can’t, please, please don’t,” Roman gasped, starting to panic as he shook in Virgil’s arms. “I just want to get out of here!”
“We both do. Well, we all do now,” Virgil mumbled. “Okay. Let’s take a break. Let’s…get to know the new guy. How’s that sound?”
“Okay,” Roman agreed, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. I’m sorry, Virgil.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Virgil said, a strange sort of command to him considering his situation. “Fix it.”
“You’re right,” Roman nodded, with a brotherly sort of sheepishness before turning to Janus. “What’s your name?”
“Why should I tell you?” Janus asked with hostility.
“Because I said so,” Virgil hissed, with an edge to his voice that Janus hadn’t detected before.
A jolt rushed through Janus’ body. Virgil’s strange protectiveness towards Roman was terrifying to be on the receiving end of.
“Alright, alright, fine,” Janus sighed. “I’m Janus. I already know both of your names because…well…yeah. What do we even do here? Do we just twiddle our thumbs and wait?”
“Not exactly,” Roman said awkwardly. “Foster comes around for random checks. He wants to make sure that you both are…weakened well enough to be compliant.”
“He wants Roman to hurt us,” Virgil muttered venomously. “Cruel ass motherfucker can’t even do the dirty work. He has to make his son do it.”
Janus almost choked on air.
“What?? You’re Foster’s son??” he demanded.
“I might as well be,” Roman shrugged. “He saved me. I don’t know what from, but he told me it’s better if I don’t remember. He raised me, and…he’s given me everything. I owe him my life.”
“And that’s why you’re here,” Janus realized. “You do whatever he asks of you, no questions asked, huh?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Roman asked. “That’s what family is.”
Janus couldn’t help but scoff.
“No it’s not! Family isn’t just blindly doing someone’s bidding just because they gave you food and clothing and shelter. Those things are the bare fucking minimum. A family is…people you can trust. People who you help and who help you just because you all want to make each other’s lives better. There’s no owing, no debts. It’s just…a friendly tradeoff. Family is who you feel safe around.”
Roman shuddered. He certainly didn’t feel safe around Foster.
He seemed just as mystified by the idea of family as Roman. Roman seemed to listen to Virgil like he had the answers to everything. What sort of nonsense had Virgil been telling Roman about family before?
Janus shook his head, figuring that it was unfair to judge Virgil for such a thing. After all, he had no idea how long Virgil had been kidnapped or the treatment he was subjected to. The treatment both of them would be subjected to, now that they were chained up and at the mercy of a puppet.
But Janus found that as he glared at Roman, desperately trying to muster up some defiance, some hatred, something in those amber eyes, shiny with tears, made every negative feeling dissipate. Janus wanted to make those eyes light up with happiness. He could practically imagine how beautiful Roman looked when he smiled. Was this the same spell that Roman had Virgil under too?
And when Janus decided to focus his attention on Virgil, he couldn’t help but feel extreme admiration rise through him as he watched Virgil, chained up and stiff with pain, holding Roman as if he were a child under his care. Virgil was so gentle, so careful, even though he had every reason not to be. He had every reason to be bitter and resentful towards Roman, no matter what his situation was. Janus’ face burned with shame as he realized that he almost had been exactly that. Virgil was much stronger than him.
“Why were you talking about hitting earlier?” Janus asked. “The whole “you hit me and I hit you” thing? What was that about?”
“Oh.” Virgil squirmed a bit awkwardly. “It’s…how we make it fair. Since I have to look all beat up in order for Roman to not get in trouble, every time he hits me, I hit him back in the same place. Anything Foster can do is a lot worse than what I can do.”
“That’s…fucking awful,” Janus said after a long moment of bewilderment. “Are you serious? It’s just…a cycle of pain?”
“Trust me, it’s a lot worse than the alternative,” Roman said. “We’ve tried so many other things. This is the only one that works. Besides…Foster- he likes how I look when I-”
“When you’re all bruised up?” Janus joked, and when Roman flinched, Janus’ smile dropped. “Holy shit, seriously??”
“It’s a win-win,” Virgil snapped angrily. “Except Foster gets both wins. He gets to see me too weak to escape, and he gets to see his little pet in pain. What a perfect world he lives in, where he gets everything he wants.”
“I’m not joining in on that,” Janus said. “That’s insane. This isn’t like a game, this isn’t- I’m not falling for his trap. I’m getting out of here.”
“No the fuck you’re not,” Virgil glowered. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Do you know what will happen if you escape?”
“I’ll be free?” Janus said with a short laugh.
“Sure, whatever, but think about what you’re leaving behind. Foster will see that you escaped, and you know who he’ll turn on?” Virgil asked. “Huh?? Do you??”
“Virgil, stop.”
Roman’s voice was demanding. Virgil rolled his eyes, but he slunk back against the wall.
“You know I hate it when you talk for me,” Roman said. “I’m not a kid. I can handle this just as well as you can.”
“Clearly, you can’t,” Virgil snapped. “We just saw-”
“I don’t care about what you just saw,” Roman interrupted. “We protect each other. You don’t just protect me. If anything, I have it better than both of you. At least I know that Foster’s keeping me.”
“Gee, thanks for the reminder,” Janus hissed.
“So, let’s just…work together, okay?” Roman said. “It’ll get us hurt, but it’ll get us less hurt than any of the other options.”
“What do you mean?” Janus asked. “There’s one option where nobody gets hurt at all.”
“Yeah?” Virgil snorted doubtfully. “And what would that be?”
“If we all escape.”
Virgil and Roman stared at Janus for a long moment, before making eye contact with each other and starting to weakly laugh. The action seemed to take a lot out of them. They seemed almost out of practice with it.
“You really think we have a chance of escaping Foster?” Roman asked. “Didn’t you forget we’re in chains? I don’t have a key or anything.”
“We’ll pick the locks,” Janus said. “It can’t be that hard. These look to all be controlled by the same key. If we could pick one lock, we could pick all the others too. And we’d start by freeing me, because once I can make my illusions, Foster will be helpless against us.”
“Wait, how do I know you won’t just run off the second we let you go?” Virgil asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Okay, let’s let Roman out instead and see how he does against Foster,” Janus snapped sarcastically in response.
“You’re really fucking annoying, you know that?” Virgil muttered. “Okay, look. We’ll let me out first. I won’t be going anywhere without Roman, and my clouds can obscure Foster’s vision just as well as your illusions can. Sounds like a plan?”
Roman was starting to smile, and Janus had been correct. His smile was gorgeous.
“I can’t believe this,” he whispered, “Foster is pretty much all I’ve ever known. I want to be myself. I want to be in charge of myself. I want to have my own family. A real one.”
“Hold on, Roman, you were talking to Foster about something before,” Janus said. “About being beautiful. What were you talking about?”
Roman inspected his arm. Littered with bruises and caked with dirt.
“Nobody could ever love somebody who looks like me but Foster,” he said plaintively. “Nobody. I look like a punching bag. They’re all over me. They’re all over my arms, my legs, my chest, my back…my neck. He’s made some of them. And he makes sure that they never fade away.”
Roman took a long look in the dusty mirror that was hanging on the wall.
He really was very superficial, wasn’t he?
“Your vanity’s resolve is almost admirable,” Janus mumbled fondly, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he does to you. You’re very beautiful.”
“You’re just like Virgil,” Roman laughed. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No he’s not,” Virgil said. “And I don’t either. Just like you tell me I’m strong, I’m telling you that you’re beautiful. It could take you a hundred years to believe me, but I know that one day you will.”
“And one day, you will,” Roman said in response to Virgil. “Look at Janus. He looks like he could be a bodybuilder, and Foster still got him. You aren’t weak for landing in his clutches. Just…unlucky. Really, really, really unlucky.”
“Whatever,” Virgil sighed. “We all have insecurities, blah, blah, blah. We need to focus on getting out of here. This is everyone’s last chance to back out. Are we doing this?”
Roman nodded immediately. But Janus hesitated. He barely knew these two. Who was to say they wouldn’t just leave Janus behind? But either way, being left behind would probably be just as bad as being here with them. There was nothing to lose from this plan unless they failed. And that was no reason not to do something.
“Alright,” Janus said finally. “Let’s escape this place.”
Summary: the reader is Jack's twin sister. No one knew she existed because of how weak she was; she was convinced that she was going to die before she was even born. That was until she met a certain god that was willing to do anything to keep her alive. Years later she and dean get drunk and start a not so orthodox relationship.
A/N: if you like this then go ahead and request more. I will be doing more supernatural fanfiction as well as Riverdale, the 100, and vampire diaries and it’s spin-offs. Please send me a request.
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Three years ago
“Hey, kids,” a small-ish, awkward man said as he had appeared in my room. Your brother had jumped from his position on your bed to a guarding stance in front of you. You had been feeling worse, having absolutely no energy for anything. You knew you were dying, you could feel the life leaving your body. Your brother, however, believed that you would get better, that you would heal and be fine just like your mom said. You didn’t have it in you to tell him that your mom didn’t even know you existed.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” Your brother demanded, his stance only getting tenser.
“I am here to help,” the man raised his hands, showing the boy that he meant no harm. “I am what many call god but I have many names. You can call me Chuck.”
“How can you help you help us?” He questioned again. You knew that he was just protecting you but you were growing slightly aggravated.
“Jack,” you chocked out weakly. It didn’t hurt but it was draining to even talk.
“Your sister has a rare disease in which fetuses don’t have a heart.” The man, Chuck answered. You had known what he meant. You and Jack hadn’t been born yet and the house that had been your entire world was just a figment of the two of your imagination. At least until you two were born, or should you say jack was born. “ Your sister needs help or else she will die.”
Jack’s mouth opened to protest but you grabbed his hand. The action forced his eyes to you, finally, he took in your condition. Before he had only saw what he wanted to see but now he saw how sick and weak you truly were. Breathing out slightly, he nodded to you then turned and nodded to the man.
“Please, help her.” As soon as the request left his mouth, the man was before you. Up close he looked more awkward yet kind. Like he meant no harm to even the most annoying fly. His hand went to your forehead and his eyes closed. A warm, comfortable feeling filled you and stayed after chuck pulled his hand away and opened your eyes.
“I can give you something to help you and it should last for eternity.” You hesitate, wanting to know what his gift was. And it seemed that he recognized your hesitation as he continued,” I will give you my heart.”
“Don’t you need it?” You questioned quietly. The man shook his head.
“It will be ours, you need it more than I do” you peered over to your brother. The concern and hope in his eyes were what made you nod the second time prompting the god to continue. Once again he closed his eyes as he moved his hand to be a few inches from your chest.
A different feeling spread through your body, one that you couldn’t tell what it was. Once it was gone the man was too. And you knew you were going to be okay.
The problem was you didn’t know if you liked that or not.
They may hurt, but it is not your job to save them. You cannot and should not pour endless resources into someone who refuses to take their life seriously and learn how to handle the aspects that are just normal parts of adulthood.
No matter how much you love a person - whether they are a partner, friend, or other family member - you sometimes have to allow them to fend for themselves. They may protest this. They may guilt-trip you and make it seem as if you are not supposed to limit what you give. This is a normal boundary, however. You must and should set this boundary. Let them know that you will not be there to cater to their every whim. Let them know that you will not bail them out of every little situation. As sad as it may be, if they never show any interest in wanting to improve themselves so that they can begin taking more responsibility for where they are in life, then you may have to exit their life. That's okay too.
