(this au contains:parent Tsukasa, some vocaloids that are not in project sekai, gamer Tsukasa, Tsukasa might collect more siblings, and a hacker or you can say a programmer)
Tsukasa Tenma:17, Oldest in Tenma sibling
Mizuki Tenma:17(3 months younger than Tsukasa), second oldest in Tenma siblings
Aoyagi Toya:16, adopted middle in Tenma sibling
Saki Tenma:14, yougest in Tenma sibling
Rui Kamishiro:17, only child
Nene Kusanagi:17, only child
Kagamine Len:12, twin of Kagamine Rin
Kagamine Rin:12, twin of Kagamine Len
Emu otori:17,second youngest in Otori siblings
Aoyagi Harumichi:54, the father of Aoyagi toya
Hoshino Ichika:15, only child
Mochizuki Honami:15, middle in Mochizuki sibling
Kaito Omori: 12, 2nd youngest in Otori sibling
Miku Omori: 12, cousin of the Otori siblings
Hinata Omori: 18, oldest in Otori sibling
Victoria Aoyagi:52, step-mother of the Tenma siblings, the real mother of Toya Aoyagi
Megurine Luka:50, mother of Megurine Meiko
Megurine Meiko:12, only child
Ena Shinonome:17, oldest in Shinonome sibling
Akito Shinonome:17, youngest in Shinonome sibling
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(this is my au!)
tw:may contain swearing, misspellings, and some confusion about nii-san and nii-chan and onii-chan and onii-san.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.