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qtavaaa · 11 months ago

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ೃ༄ Crescent moon . ˚◞♡ ⃗

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ┊your death was inevitable.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ┊ major character death, ooc characters, blood, implied murder, incorrect timeline, not proofread, slightly rushed, events are told different from in the anime.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ┊gn!reader x choso

𝘈/𝘯 ┊LONG SIGHH, after 2 weeks of procrastination I finally got this done. Merry Christmas Eve 😋

“Choso, what’s that?” Itadori asked, a puzzled expression as he pointed on something on the end of his gi-like vest.

“It’s my mother’s pin” He replied, glancing over at it, then Itadori. A crescent moon shaped pin.

In response he nodded, his eyes turning elsewhere as he successfully identified the object.

Your curse was simple. Your curse was as strong as 15-17 of sukunas fingers: but in return, you could only live 30 years.

Later on, you met a man like you, geto. Whose values were aligned with his, allowing you to end up with other people who thought like you two, hopefully.

“What year are you on again?” Geto asked calmly, a friendly—too friendly smile on his face.

“26, we’ve been working together for 3 years and you don’t know?”

Geto nodded. “Right, I’m sorry.” He said, with an unapologetic tone in his voice. “now, if you’ll excuse me.” He looked at you. “Unless..”

“you care to join?” He offered, the same odd smirk on his face; you nodded, having nothing to do after all.

A board game? Your eyes basically twitched. Before you knew it, the brother of the 2 geto had sent was holding a crushed piece.

“Woah, hey! Why’d you do that for?” Mahito explained.

“Both of my brothers just died.” Choso said, he spoke in a monotone voice, though his face said otherwise.

“You can sense that?” You said, surprised.

“Yuuji Itadori, and Nobara Kugisaki..” Geto raised his voice, his calm attitude oddly eerie. “How about some revenge?”

You have him the, ‘so that’s what you were planning’ look. He merely chuckled.

The years seemed to go by quicker, making you more worrisome.

“Choso and [name], I want you two to go this time.” Geto spoke, he knew your years left were limited: slowly you inched closer to that ticking time-bomb.

“She’s in her final year. Her exact date of death, I’m uncertain of.”

You and Choso headed off. He glanced at you for a mere second, but he noticed how you looked weaker; like an old person on a death bed. Choso knew though, your final year was the height of your curse.

Choso looked intimidating—moreover, he probably is. Though, his unbothered persona didn’t stop you from talking to him, ending in you two being closer than the rest.

The saying opposites attract is undoubtedly true, you were bubbly, full of life, a human. While choso had a monotone voice, and the same expression on his face.

“We were told to kill the whole village?” You asked, hoping choso would confirm. And he did.

“Over 500 people.” He added.

The sun had set, not even the moonlight was bright enough to see you two. Creating the optimal conditions for your scheme.

It didn’t take much time, nearly everyone was fast asleep. Making it easier.

Now, you and choso sit on a swinging bench in front of someone’s house.

“What a beautiful night.” You hummed, looking at the sky as if you were stargazing, counting each individual star.

The moon was crescent shaped. Your favorite lunar phase.

“The moon looks beautiful tonigh-“ you were cut off. A sudden pain in your body, but then nothing. Not a sound around you, you were in a daydream.

it was calm, oceans hitting the beaches surface calm, much so serene, tranquil. Your eyes closed, feeling no worry.

choso looked at you.

Today was January first, midnight was 30 seconds ago, your time of death. That ticking time-bomb had finally exploded.

He sighed, getting up. He noticed a pin on your hair. A crescent moon shaped pin.

He carefully took it out of your hair, then proceeded to head back, letting out a soft sigh.

He carefully placed the pin on his gi-like vest.

He remembered that you told him, the Hinduism God, shiva, had a crescent moon on his head. Symbolizing time itself, and he himself was timeless.

unlike shiva, you had a countdown.

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qtavaaa · 1 year ago

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hiiii!! i was wondering if u could do a aouad Su-hyeok fic where him and the reader we’re together in the broadcasting room with everyone else but she ended up getting lost when they were going to save Cheong-San? Maybe she re-finds them after the group got to the roof ?

(established relationship if that’s okay 🤗)

i really hope that makes sense (_T_)

sorry it took so long 😭 su-hyeok x f!reader

murder, zombies, blood (everything in aouad basically)

(on-Jo likes cheongsan, Nam-ra doesn’t like anyone. Also the whole rooftop thing with eun-Ji doesn’t happen at the same time. she’s already a halfbie and her friend is at the safety camp already.)

Not proofread and it’s not very good 💀👍

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You both were together when it happened. Su-Hyeok had bought you flowers out of the blue, and you were laughing together outside. He had put a baby pink flower in your hair, stuffing the rest in the dark blue bag that hung on your shoulders. He was just leaning in for a kiss when you both heard a bloodcurdling scream, and saw a horde of students running in one direction infront of you. Looking to see what they were running away from, you saw a group of bloody students stumbling behind the rest. An unfortunate girl had tripped and fell, and you both watched as the group fell on top of her while ripping flesh from her skin with their teeth. You looked at Su-Hyeok in fear, and he got up holding your hand and ran through the halls, following the other students.

You both ran until you found a safe classroom and locked yourselves inside.

Gyeong-Su, Cheongsan, On-Jo, Na-Yeon, Dae-Su, Nam-Ra and Hyeon-Ju were already inside.

Since then, you all stuck together. Bad things happened, like Hyeon-Ju getting infected, zombies breaking in, and more, but you all stuck together and fought no matter how much you were hurting. Eventually, you had found a way to the broadcasting room. The water-pipe hung from the window and everybody took their turns going down. You volunteered to go last, after Su-Hyeok.

In the broadcasting room, Na-Yeon and Gyeong-Su had began arguing. Su-hyeok and Cheongsan went to make them stop, so they didn’t notice. If they did, you would’ve been with them right now. You weren’t blaming them, if anything, you blamed yourself. You had slipped. You slipped off the pipe, and luckily grabbed onto a ledge a few floors down just in time. Too scared to call for help in case you attracted the zombies, you went inside the class hoping to find the others soon later.

Su-Hyeok realised soon enough, and he was frantic. He tried climbing up the pipe to get you, but in your place were a bunch of zombies. He wanted to leave, to find you, to save you and bring you back to safety, but nobody let him. He still had hope you were alive. You were strong, he knew that. Despite the growing feeling of despair each hour he wasn’t with you, he held onto that string of hope.

You, on the other hand, were fighting. Running from class to class, hitting zombies with anything and everything you could find. You took a break in the music room, trying to stock up on food and water. Opening your bag and looking at the flowers for a second, before gently placing the food inside to not ruin the flowers. “He’ll be okay. He’s with everyone else, and he’s going to be safe.” You thought.

Your break was interrupted by a lone zombie running to the music room. Dropping your bag, you pushed a piano onto it before grabbing a bottle of water and running. You ran to the roof. Luckily, the door was unlocked and you could find refuge there.

You saw helicopters near the school before, you knew more would come soon after, so you waited.

Meanwhile, Su-Hyeok was with everyone else. They had used a drone to locate Cheongsan, but couldn’t find a trace of you. They had made their way to the music room and sat there for a while before exploring the music room for useful things. They couldn’t open the supply room door, but they saw a zombie stuck under a piano.

“Hey, What’s this?” Dae-Su said as he picked up a dark blue bag. Su-hyeok didn’t pay attention. He was caught up in his thoughts. “Is she okay? It’s almost been two days.” He thought. Dae-Su opened the bag and said “Hey! There’s food here!” Which caught Su-Hyeok’s attention. They group had been starving for hours. They all scrambled to Dae-Su to take some food. Su-Hyeok went last, but just as he was about to pick up a Soda can he saw a familiar bouquet of flowers. Wilting baby pink flowers were placed beside the food, just barely out of sight. He grabbed the bag and looked around it, finding a name tag with your name on it.

He froze. He couldn’t think of anything, nothing registered in his mind. Your bag was in the music room, bloody. You were in the music room. You left your bag here, with food and water. By choice? No. Something must have happened. The small string of hope he was holding onto was gone.

Everybody came around to gather, and they all saw your bag. Though they tried to comfort Su-Hyeok, they were all thinking the same thing. You were bitten.

After that, nothing mattered. su-hyeok felt dissociated. He was fighting, but for what?

They made a plan to go to the roof, so that the helicopters notice and save them. So they did. They fought and fought until they made it to the roof, and started banging on the doors to get in.

You were skeptical at first, but you heard Cheongsans voice. You ran to the door and pulled it open.

Everyone fled inside and closed the door behind them, and then you saw him.

He spotted you and his eyes widened in relief. He ran to you and pulled you into the tightest hug, never wanting to let you go. “I thought you were dead” said su-hyeok, holding back tears.

You didn’t say anything, you just held him closer. Sure, you would have to keep fighting, and it won’t be easy, but you were together. All of it was okay if you were together, and he wasn’t going to let you go ever again.

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