Demigod x Reader

Alex Fierro x Reader (Truth) {part 2} [finale]

A/N: Before we start this, I wanted to say thank you to all my lovely followers, and to the people who read my rant post (which is now deleted. I felt I had no need for it any longer) I want to thank you so much for trying to help, I have talked to my counselor and she had called my mother. I'm upset she did this without my permission, besides, she misunderstood what I was telling her, but I spoke in my group yesterday (as of the time this will be posted) and I am now going to go to a therapist to help with my self-confidence and possibly depression and anxiety—which I have not been tested for yet.

Now I'm sorry for that over long author's note, let's get on with the story, shall we?

(P.S: slight Hammer Of Thor spoilers)
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"I messed up" you told Alex, whom was comforting you, he [yes, today he's a male, proper pronouns please and thank you~(Y/N)] honestly felt bad about your experience, sure. His wasn't much better, but he obviously didn't like what went down yesterday after we ended our story.

"No! This is unacceptable! I will not a my daughter running around, pretending to be a male!" Your father was furious, yelling, fist clenched so tight his large knuckles turn to a chalky white color, as did his face, a vein popping from the man's forehead.

"Dad, please, understand—" you were cut off abruptly by an angry man—"no! This is wrong. You are a female, girl, she, her. Nothing more, nothing less. If you want to be more than what you are given, go live in the streets. Go burn in hell!"

"I'll see you there!" You yelled, getting up, storming out of the house. Alex, who was just sitting there got up quickly, blowing his green locks from his eyes.

He sighed and walked out, following your trail, even if you didn't get far, you were sure as hell not going to stop going until you were far, far away from the damn house.

As Alex caught up to you, he placed a delicate hand on your should, halting, you turned to him.

"What?" You asked him, your voice sour and your eyes bitter, just as bitter as Alex's on a horrible sunny day.

If looks could kill, you'd both drop dead on the ground.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to make you come out to your parents" Alex said. You rolled your eyes and huffed, "duh, idiot" you crossed your arms and continued walking.

He just followed, silently, yet you could see the trepidation on his face, and you didn't know why. Everything was done, the truth was out, so why did he feel anxious?

You kept glancing back at your home, the cotton color cottage, with it's perfectly rows of flowerbeds, just how Hearth's home was, at least that's how Magnus explained it.

The left window held the angry figure of your still glaring father, it hurt, but you knew he didn't accept those things.

Alex finally seemed to have enough, he grabbed your wrist and held a stare, a glare, digging into your skin, making you sweat with worry.

And your weakness was obviously shown.

That's when you got the side of Alex you never knew truly existed, he leaned over attaching his lips to yours, the kiss, it wasn't hungry or violent, it was soft and somewhat sweet, bringing bittersweet memories to flood your mind, his scent, that of a campfire filled your nostrils.

It took you at least five seconds before returning the kiss, scared to do something wrong, you soon parted the kiss.

That memory, so bittersweet as well, it was hard to imagine this was yesterday. You were confused, what were you two?

Friends? Partners? You didn't know, but you were knocked out of your trance when your phone rung.

You picked it up, "hello?"

It was your father.

"I'm sorry."