#land of the lustrous x reader

[plagueoffools]

" DISSECT ME AND BREAK ME OPEN ALL YOU LIKE CAUSE YOU'D FIND MY HEART IS YOURS."

(REQUESTED) MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE/HUMAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

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⸺A/N // Sorry for disappearing for a long period of time. However, I hope you find yourself enjoying this requested piece. I'd like to hear your thoughts and overall on this piece with my new style of writing. //

⸺INFO // Reader is implied as FEM regarding request but never stated. //

Deprived, that is all you've ever known inside of these walls of whites . In the walls of kumera, you wander far and near with a deadening routine. Wake up, dress, eat, travel through the walls of kumera and isolate yourself in your research room unless you're ever requested by someone

Your existence was only made possible by an astonishing lunarian who had revived your species, even though Barbata was no professional in the more biological stems of science than technology he made work and from a small project was able to restore you. A walking ancient relic of the once populated planet, earth. You remembered your awakening just like how someone would reminisce about their vibrant youthful days.

However, your awakening was one far from vibrant. You awoke alone in a room, on something you presumed was an operating table. You remember looking around the room with curious eyes unlike now, a small table with a tray of various tools, multiple disregarded gloves and masks scattered around the disposable bin. Your curious eyes only squinted abruptly at the bright light shone above you when you turned your head up, feeling overwhelmed you took your eyes off of your surroundings and instead let it wander on your body.

Curious hands of yours experiment on your body, the sensations it brought only stimulate your taste for more. Your finger traces against the stitches across your collarbone to your thighs. Your moment was only abruptly interrupted when a cacophony of gasps and shrieks disrupted at the entrance.

Your case was classified as successful. However, only through the slaughter of both gems and admirabilis alike. You almost remind yourself of a Frankenstein, stealing the body parts of others to bear this body of yours. You feel almost guilty for even bearing a form, a body; bones made from the shattered fragments of tormented gems, soft flesh that stretches out on your entire being covering you from toe to head; courtesy of the skinned admirabilis. Lastly, the only thing that you felt that actually belonged to you throughout your whole consciousness; your soul.

You're not sure where the origination of this soul was from, an information, knowledge that Barbata has asked of the others to withhold from you. Perhaps for the better. The surprising thing was, the soul was estimated to have originated way before the era where lunarians, lustrous, and admirabilis emerged from. With this you inherited and discovered knowledge that came with the soul, interestingly for you the soul seemed to be a doctor of some kind that specialised in the human anatomy, with foggy fragments of their daily life.

Currently you now roam the science facilities of kumera, assigned as a scientist yourself. To further help the lunarians to develop in their goal of achieving the serenity of nothingness while aiding in making their daily life more tolerable.

Even though Barbata specialised in the more technological areas of science, you work along side him, specializing in the more biological roots of science.

Now you're hurriedly putting on your coat as you make way in the narrow yet spacious hallways of the building, your striding steps reverberating across the hall with a pitter patter. You were ordered by lady cairngorm, what he currently goes by now, to oversee the damage made to the infamous gem, or usually referred to as the "hope of the lunarians" and repair his fragmented body.

You abruptly halt at the entrance of the designated room with a perplexed expression as lunarians rush in and out of the room, uttering a small 'Excuse me' and 'Sorry!' here and there. Luckily, it didn't last long and when you found an opening to the crowded entrance you quickly slid through with ease. Your eyebrows furrow together as your eyes squint at the sight of the fallen gem. Broken and shattered into unrecognisable pieces, only the part of his head and his leg is discernible from the rest of the disarray of gleaming fragments. You quickly usher out the remaining lunarians and gems alike outside to begin your operation. With a flick of the wrist you ushered out the unwanted eyes of both worried and curious people.

You eventually find your needed tools and you settle yourself beside the pieces of phosphophyllite and began working on organizing him limb to limb before assembling him. As your gloved hands labour swiftly to piece him by piece back together like a puzzle. You carefully coat each surface with layers of an adhesive substance carefully assembling him from inside out. You spend hours assembling his torso and limbs before you move onto his face.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you sift through a small portable pouch for your appliances.

For some reason you find that your hand lingers above his face for a short while before proceeding the adhesion, you find yourself somewhat aching to caress his face. You have always found the gems beauty incomparable, words couldnt describe them but if you had to you'd call them seraphic. They had glistening lustrous hair, each with an unique colour to match their even more unique personalities, ones that harmonized perfectly with the rest of their body. However, you found that phosphophyllite was clearly composed of other types of minerals aswell. You were actually shocked to find that the only thing that remained from what he started out as, a phosphophyllite, was only his torso. The rest were undeniably pieces of memories from experiences he picked up in his rather bizarre life.

Though most gems found his mismatched compositions odd, you found it all the more endearing. After all, you noted that most of the gems inclusions aren't as flexible as his to fuse so easily like this.You wondered why his inclusions were so adaptable to such a wide variety of minerals, so accepting to fuse with a completely different mineral in order to function. You found it almost poetic but while you were submerged in your thoughts, your hands gleefully took lead of the task at hand. Subconsciously without knowing you trailed at the cracks of his face for some time before being snapped out of your thoughts and continuing the task.

After hours of work, you got up from your chair with a sigh as you stretched your arms and back and was delighted with the response of a crack. You stood up now with your chin resting at the knuckles of your hands while you admire another successful operation, admiring for a bit too long.. but- more importantly, his operation is now done.

You walk out of the room with a satisfied hum as you inform the first lunarian in your sight, that phosphophyllite is now assembled and ready to walk on both legs again but not before a few hours of rest for the adhesive to set in strong.

They respond with a quick nod and a smile as they thank you courteously, you respond back with a nod of your own as you continue travelling back to your research room.

After restless hours of observation, experimentation and groaning at the unwanted results from your new project you recently just started you're startled by a interrupting knock on the door. You answer back with a tired ''come in'. You curiously look at the lunarian who interrupted your project with a knock, explaining that your presence has been requested by phosphophyllite himself.

You're confused at the request but you obediently follow the lunarian leading you to his newfound room where he's rested, on the way there your mind tries to fill in the blanks on why you've been requested.

'Perhaps he's asked for me to get an upgrade?' 'Maybe I've misplaced some parts, I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have..'

'Probably not, logically It must be questions regarding the operation, perhaps he's experiencing a withdrawal?'

You sweat at your doubtful thoughts that you swore had somehow physically manifested because you suddenly feel needles prickling at your skin.

You huff at your thoughts before clearing your head and reprimanding yourself for being so negative. While you were internally scolding yourself, you almost walk into the back of the lunarian leading you, as you halt just right on time and peer from behind her into the room. She utters out something you weren't able to catch as she moves out of your way and stays stationed at the corner of the room instead. The movement seems to catch the attention of the rather dreading gem but he perks up just as quick when he sees you.

You're almost taken aback by the sudden change of mood, as to why his eyes which were so gloomy and solemn turned so curious. You look back to the quiet lunarian and release her of her duty as she's, you assume, no longer needed at the moment. She takes the hint and walks out of the room with no troubles, as your eyes start to leave her disappearing figure you're only slightly startled to meet the gaze of phosphophyllite. With wide eyes and an almost dazed look, he continues looking at you without even an inch of movement.

You awkwardly curl up your hand and cough to catch his attention, only succeeding after 3 tries.

He snaps back and apologizes quickly with a hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly before asking, "I apologize, you should be Dr. [Name] right?" you give a carefree nod as he stares back at you with bewilderment as if he still can't wrap his mind around this situation. "So you're really human? I thought your species was split beyond recovery." he shoots you with one question after another, seemingly just spitting out whatever is running through his head.

"Well, you could say I basically fit all the classifications of a human. However, I wouldnt say I'm all natural." he perks up with a small tilt to gesture for you to continue. You're almost uneased with how immersed he looks but you shake the feeling off and continue " I was artificially made, assembled with the three components the human kind has split into. A soul, bones and flesh."

He doesn't respond after that only silently pondering whatever is going on in his mind.

"Is there any other questions, miss..ter? phosphophyllite." you prolonge the sentence of your formalities, completely unsure of what you're supposed to call him considering gems are genderless. "Miss..ter?" He tilts his head at the name, you've noticed he's been doing that a lot. "What's that?" he questions you with a blank face staring straight ahead at you, you can't help but let out a chuckle at his expression as your hand is lifted up to cover your mouth. He's only furthermore perplexed at your action, his shoulders slightly shrinking down in embarrassment of something; he usually doesn't grow shy to people who have both laughed with him or at him, if anything he's grown quite used to it but he didn't wanna look ridiculous, not Infront of you, no.

He shyly adverts his gaze to other objects in the room and let's out a small confused 'huh?', this only causes you to let out a fit of giggles at his confusion before you force yourself to calm down.

"I apologize that was kind of unprofessional of me. It's nothing to do with you ,just my humour." you quickly apologize for your behaviour with a embarassed look. However he only responds with a small chuckle of his own, "Oh!" he perks up. "Nothing to worry about, I dont mind a laugh here or two." thinking about it, he actually missed the sound of your laughter now. Seeing a person of such high caliber who obviously likes to rather maintain a more serious and professional attitude laugh so freely was relaxing especially in the new environment he's in, surrounded with lunarians who rather go about their day quite robotically.

He adverts his attention back on you, just you. His eyes curiously picks up the texture of your skin, the individual strands of your hair and your own eyes. He thought your eyes could possibly outshine the glow of diamonds entirety himself, contrary to you who didn't pay much to your eyes. The moment of comfortable silence is broken when he speaks up with a tone filled with a twinge of underlying shyness even though he tried to sound confident in his request. "Could I, touch you? I mean, I'm just curious as to how a human feels compared to the rest of us.." he corrects himself with two hands frantically waving Infront of him hoping he didn't make you uncomfortable any how.

You indulge in his curiosities and nod in approval as you walk towards his form, he shifts on the bed he was laid on as he stretches out an arm hesitantly. You roll up the sleeves of your coat as you offer your arm to his hand who only lingers around for a moment as if contemplating before running his aloy arms agaisnt yours.

You slightly shiver at the texture of his hand slowly trailing around your palm, to your wrist, and forearm. You had to admit it felt nice, the feeling of his hard and metallic feeling hands coming in contact with your warm and soft ones. He noted yours was admirably more softer, smoother and warm. He could've sworn the texture of your hand almost reminded him of a strange and comforting touch he felt before. Just hours ago, as he awoke his inclusions managed to remember an unfamiliar touch he never felt before his trip here, almost like a shadowed touch lingering agaisnt his face. He guessed it must've been something that happened while he was unconscious during the operation.

Enthralled, he isn't aware that his own alloy hands are attempting to wrap around your own. You don't say anything to interrupt his entranced state, only curiously staring at his face. His expression is one of a immersed stare as if he's currently working on a puzzle, desperate to search for where the last piece will fit and search he does. He searches the strange touch in your palms, unravelling his alloy hands from yours before gently grabbing your wrist and resting the cheek of his face in your palm. You're startled by the action but you let it sink in and you do nothing to interrupt the moment.

It was you, he figured. It must be you, he corrected. It was your touch his inclusion had remembered when he woke up.

He knew it was awfully wrong of him to bask in your touch without your permission but he's been so starved, so denied of something so small in his whole life. Something so small that ate him inside out and now that your touch has seeped into his cracks, he feels at peace to replace himself with such warmth and softness instead of the usual unfamiliar pieces of others that latch onto his missing limbs heavily.

You'd cut your hand off if it was this pleasure he wanted, you thought. He looked so deprived of such a simple thing and you know how it must've felt for him. Confused, scared, and doubtful. It was just what it was like for you when you awoke aswell, you pondered on how cruelly life has treated phos.

Someone who's still stuck in the past, a past whereas he's still looking at the mirrors that only reflect his past self, refusing to let the future or present seep in. He wishes to demolish that and in order to do that he had demolished himself. Whereas everyone moved on he stood still in the past because he was so wary of a future he couldn't control.

You'd cut your hand off if all he wanted to do was have someone hold him.

He didn't just want your hand however, he'd wanted your warmth and you as a whole. He'd damn himself all again if you ever thought to break pieces of yourself for the sake of others ; just like he once did.

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[thegoofy]

Okay so hear me out, moon phos with a lunarian reader, like them meeting on the moon or some shit and they surprisingly get along well and wow boom fall in love

OMG TYSM FOR THE REQUEST I love moon phos <//33

Moon Phos x lunarian reader ♡

Warning : manga spoilers <3 (+ mentions of that man....)

You've been dreadfully going through your day to day life, doing the same thing, feeling so incredibly apathetic and numb, but despite that, a cheerful expression was always plastered across your face, since well, emotions are like diseases, if one person is upset, it gets passed around.

That is until one day, you catch a glimpse of the catch your fellow comrades carried to the moon, a whole gem! Most unusual.

As you look at the unfolding scene from a distance, strings of gold slash through each and one of them, you take a few steps back in shock and quickly hide behind a wall, before observing a conversation between the Prince and this new gem. Just a moment after the gem turned their attention fully on Enma, they caught a glimpse of your figure staring at them from behind a wall, which made you flead behind it completely, almost immediately.

It took not too long until you both saw eachother again, as you were assisting them with their new outfit, their head was turned to the other side in hopes of hiding their flustered state, the gentle softness of your hands was something Phos hasn't experienced in centuries, given the fact that you were nothing but kind to them, made them even more nervous.

After a while, you both had a pretty good relationship, you'd share information with eachother, as you helped Phos get accustomed to the life on the Moon, they shared stories of what they could remember on Earth.

Soon after, you could notice visible changes in Phos' behaviour, they weren't as .... themselves as usual, which lead your worry to request a private meeting with the gem. (They probably came 3 hours earlier than the set time hehehhe)

The gem tensed up from their seat as they noticed you approaching them. They greet you politely as usual with a close eyed smile. Before they have a chance to react, you had wrapped your arms Phos' head, gently pushing it closer to your chest and resting your cheek on top of their head, with one free arm, you gently stroked their hair. Phos just stood there, it took them a moment to observe, then feel, then react. They let out a shaky breath before looking up at you.

"- (N-name)-"

"- It's extremely sudden, yes... But it's just that .. I worry about you, okay?.. I know things haven't been particularly great with the rest of your gems, but ... I'll always be here for you, because you're... Very important to me."

You gently tighten your hold on the gem as you finish speaking, you felt their golden arms wrapping around you and pulling you equally closer, they buried their face in your neck while continuing to share a very loving embrace with you. You knew that someone getting this close to Phos wasn't a part of his plan, but you couldn't care less, you truly cared them and couldn't bare to see them suffer from all the things that have been thrown to them. You were there for them, and they were there for you, such a beautiful bond, perhaps could change the rest of the story completely.

(AN: omgom that was like the first fanfic I've EVER written, so apologies if it seems rushed ''^^ , thank you for reading through and I wish you a great rest of your day ❤️)

[lovemedeadwrites]

Can I request a yandere padparadscha with a gem s/o?

Hello!!! This isn’t exactly a one shot, sorry this took so long! Also this has spoilers for the Moon arc

You’re not really sure why someone like Padparadscha liked you, you were weaker than he was, little to no past ties and connection like what he had with Rutile.

Perhaps he liked you for that, while you weren’t really anything special from your fellow gems, you didn’t treat him like he was different, or obsess over him and his health like Rutile did. You remembered having spoken to him, once, twice, thrice in the times he would be waking up from the inclusions Rutile inserted into gaps of his torso and recalling those conversations to be comfortable, welcoming even. If there was one thing you wanted for him, it was to wish him well.

Maybe that’s why he liked you so much, he feels on equal terms with you, and the lack of obsession you have for him certainly helps. If anything it’s him that’s obsessed with you, for whatever reason. Sometimes his sleepiness, while usually paired with acceptance and surrender to the condition he knows he can never be cured of, he desires for you to be with him in his slumber.

It’s intrusive in the way he thinks, he wants your gems to crush and mold together with his, perhaps your pieces would serve to complete him, have your inclusions be one with his and not be rejected by the choosiness of his body, the red of his hair covering your field of vision and you see nothing more than just him. He knows he can protect you just fine too.

Padparadscha doesn’t quite understand love the same way humans or lunarians do, much like any other gem like yourself. Gems do not have a beating heart, but he finally understood what he wanted more than the initial desires he had when he had seen Aechmea marry Cairngorm on the moon.

It’s such a shame he can’t quite kiss you the same way he saw their wedding go, not without accidentally breaking you anyways.

[padparadsca]

phos x human!reader fanfic coming soon! <3

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I hadn't finished all of those series so I may not know all the information.

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[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Christmas Special

Phos!Reader x Teen!Gojo Satoru and Teen!Geto Suguru

Warnings: Gojo - centric, usual angst, fluff if you squint, major character death, dead bodies, set in 2006, lots of talks of politics, death, murder, trauma, morals, etc, borderline bullying? (Satoru is a jerk), self - blaming, grief, and all it's stages, trouble processing and understanding emotions, Gojo is seriously just his own warning

Notes: Merry Christmas!!!

"You're weak. Why do you bother being a sorceror?"

Satoru's words make you freeze, eyes widening at their bluntness. He doesn't react, however, because in his mind, he's simply telling you the truth.

You're weak. He's known that from the moment you set foot in this classroom almost three months ago.

He doesn't understand why Suguru and Shoko seem so fond of you. All you do is get into trouble, injure yourself, and make it everyone's problem to save you. You can't fight, your Cursed Technique is subpar, not to mention that you're annoying.

Stepping into battle like some sort of self-righteous hero knowing full well that if a curse so much as touches you, you'll crumble. Literally. That's another thing he finds annoying about you. How easily your skin chips and cracks like porcelain revealing an ocean of Phosphophyllite underneath.

You can't lift anything heavy, you can't fight, you can't help out without injuring yourself, you're clumsy, you're annoying, and the list could go on.

What he finds the most annoying about you, however, is your soft voice going, "Gojo - san, are you alright? You look tired", "Gojo - san, you should rest, you don't need to use your technique so often", "Gojo - san, you haven't eaten yet, so I brought you this, I hope you don't mind".

Gojo - san this, Gojo - san that, God. You drive him crazy. How do you manage to see through every front he puts up? Every act? Even Shoko and Suguru can't see through it, and yet you have the audacity to call him out.

You're a liability in battle, and you're practically useless, more like the team's overglorified mascot. So, for the life of him, Satoru doesn't understand why everyone likes you so much. Even Nanami, his grouchy underclassman, doesn't seem to mind you.

What annoys Satoru the most, however, is the tug his heart feels when he looks at you. Because no matter how he tries to deny it, you're growing on him like a parasite, and a part of him wishes he was as close to you as they were.

"I am weak." You agree, seemingly taking no offence to Satoru's question. It's just you and him in the classroom. You're standing at your desk, bag still in hand, and he's sitting a desk, two desks behind yours. Shoko and Suguru are still on their way, and he's taken this opportunity to ask you what he's been dying to.

Satoru's eyes widen at your response.

"If you know you're weak, why do you try so hard? It's kind of pathetic, you know." His brows furrow, glasses sliding down his nose bridge as he tilts his head.

"I- because, I'm selfish, I guess." You say softly.

There it is again. That annoying soft tone of voice that makes his chest hurt whenever he hears it.

"I know I'm weak, but I want to keep trying. I want to fight. One day, I want to be able to repay everyone for everything they've done for me. Yaga - sensei, Shoko, Suguru, Ken, Yuu. Even you, Gojo - san. I want you to be able to rely on me. I want to be able to protect innocent people like you guys do. So I hope you can bear with me for a little more, Gojo - san. I'm sorry for being such a burden, but I promise I'll pay you back." You say earnestly, looking Gojo in the eye.

Satoru's eyes widen, and he's silent for a moment. Before he bursts out laughing.

You suddenly feel embarrassed. You were being serious and heartfelt, and all Gojo does in response is laugh.

"What's with that? Did you quote that from an anime?" He cackles, hitting the desk with one hand and holding his stomach with the other.

"I- I did not! I was being honest!" You defend, feeling the heat tinting your cheeks.

"If- if you really want to repay me, buy me something sweet from the vending machine." Satoru stutters between fits of giggles.

"OK, I'm on it." You nod, turning on your tail to leave the class. A hand grabs your shoulder, stopping you.

"Where are you going?" Satoru asks, leaning down to look you in the eye.

"The vending machine?" You reply, brows furrowed in confusion.

"You're going now?"

"Yeah? I'll be back really quickly."

Satoru scoffs, but there's a smile on his face nonetheless.

"Really? I'll time you then. You have 5 minutes." He challenges, smirking as he tilts his head at you.

"5- 5 minutes?" You stutter, eyes wide. The vending machine was on the other side of the school. There's no way you'd make it back in 5 minutes.

"Yeah. The clock is ticking. Didn't you say you'd pay me for saving your butt all those times?" He mocks.

Satoru's eyes widen as you put down your bag, determination clear on your face.

"I did. I might not be back in 5 minutes, but I'll be back in less than 10!"

"Hey, wait-"

And with that, you've rushed out the classroom, leaving Satoru absolutely bewildered. As he sticks his head out the door, watching you run and almost slip multiple times, Satoru thinks he's figured it out. He understands why Shoko and Suguru keep you around.

You're amusing. And he wants to get closer to you.

Unfortunately, things never go as planned. And if Satoru had known the outcome before, he would have tried to get to know you much sooner.

Things change quickly when you're a Jujutsu Sorceror. People come and go, live, and die. They change, they evolve. People grow apart, and people grow closer.

Regardless, it's not a pleasant feeling when you lose someone close to you. 

Gojo Satoru had never thought the day would come when he'd feel regret. He was the strongest, after all. Everything he wanted he got. The world was his oyster. Money, power, good looks, everything. So it's safe to say that loss was also a new concept to him.

A feeling he decided he'd prefer to live without.

It hurt in a way he couldn't explain. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, as if there were something heavy on his chest. Almost as if he were having an out of body experience but could feel whatever the stranger he saw when he looked in the mirror felt. Pain. Anger. Despair.

Cold and light. That's how your body felt in his arms. He couldn't bear to look at the white cloth covering it. This, this couldn't be you. This body in his arms, the broken shards of its head cutting into the cloth.

Yet it was still vivid. Amanai Riko running out and finding him, letting him know that you had died saving her. A bullet straight to the head. Pushing her into Suguru's arms and telling him to run with your last breath. Riko's tear filled face as she begged for him to help Suguru because she couldn't bear to have anyone else die because of her.

Since then, he's felt numb. It hasn't faded. The coldness in his skin, the haze of his reality, brain clouded as it was forced to process the events that had taken place.

"Suguru... should we kill them all? I probably wouldn't feel anything right now."

Did he say something? The words don't register in his mind. Was that his voice? Raw and soft.

Them. The higher-ups. If only he had known earlier that they were supportive of your death. That there was a bounty for your head somewhere.

He didn't know why. He didn't know anything. You had kept so much to yourself. Just what were you dealing with alone? All this time, smiling wide, eyes always sparkling, hiding everything behind your carefree, happy - go - lucky persona.

You didn't deserve this. You of all people. You weren't weak. You were sweet, kind, caring, and selfless to a fault.

This was not you. Lifeless in his arms. You were never this cold.

He remembered it, how warm your hands were all those time your fingers brushed his forehead to check if he was well, when your fingers brushed his whenever you handed him something, how warm they were when you held his face in your hands and scolded him for being reckless. He remembered it vividly.

What would you say if you saw him now? The exhaustion in his face, the blankness in his eyes, the way his- his hands were... trembling?

He could hear your voice, clear as day.

"Gojo - san! What happened to you!"

"You should really take care of yourself more, what were you thinking?"

"I don't care if you're one of the strongest! You're a teenager. Right now, you're just Satoru, and you're going to learn to be kinder to yourself. You- you don't deserve this."

What did Satoru deserve? Was it really kindness? Care? Gentleness? Love? He had messed up. If he had been stronger, he could have saved you. If he had been stronger, you wouldn't be dead in his arms.

What was the point of awakening his powers when they weren't there when it mattered? What was the point of being the strongest if he couldn't protect the people he cared about? The people he loved?

What made matters worse was finding out the higher-ups were happy you were gone. The people that had singlehandedly been the cause for his suffering. His. Suguru's. Shoko's. Yours. Those filthy old bags who only thought of themselves.

What would really happened if he killed them all? Would it really be such a bad thing? Weren't they supposed to be the pillars of the Jujutsu world? The elders for people to look up to and learn from. A symbol of hope, something, anything even remotely positive, beneficial to the future of the young next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerors?

All they had done was applaud the death of someone innocent. A teenager. A child. How dare these self-righteous ba-

Your hand falls from the covers of the white sheet, hanging limply.

Satoru's brain goes blank. A pale arm, an empty hand, and familiar phosphophyllite fingernails.

"No need. It's meaningless." Suguru's voice is low, as if the reality that you're gone hasn't hit him yet. His eyes linger on your hand. The palm that patted his back, the fingers that ran through his hair, the hand that was so warm in his.

Before he can stop himself, he finds his own hand grasping it. It's cold. He drops it like the contact physically hurt him.

"Without the higher-ups, the Jujutsu world will go up in flames. And even if they die, there's the possibility even worse people will come into power. Killing them won't bring her back either."

His words don't make sense, even to him, but Suguru utters them nonetheless. The look in Satoru's eye is enough to tell him that if he doesn't do anything, today will mark the beginning of a massacre. And although he feels the same anger Satoru does, Suguru's moral compass, as well as his understanding of the type of person you are... stops him.

"Meaning... huh?" Satoru repeats.

The Satoru in front of him is not the Satoru Suguru knows. The playful, snarky, overburdened boy replaced by something else. Something unfamiliar. Something... cold.

"Do we need that?"

Suguru hesitates for a split second. The girl in Satoru's arms is just as unfamiliar. A bubbly, bright, kind girl replaced by something else. Something unfamiliar. Something... almost sinful. A shell. An empty shell. The existence it harboured long gone. A disgrace to the being it had once been.

"Yeah. It's very important... for sorcerors."

Your corpse wouldn't decompose. The crystallisation forming a perfect seal to your body, and perhaps that's why they can't bring themselves to immediately bury you.

Clinging onto the false hope that perhaps you'd wake up, bounce back like always. Familiar head of teal hair poking over Suguru's shoulder, a second softer set of footsteps padding behind Satoru's, a warm hand flinching at the touch of Shoko's cold ones.

It's sickening. How quiet everything has become in your absence. How the shadows seem darker due to the absence of your light.

Perhaps you wouldn't know it, but your death was beneficial in a way. Suguru spiralled into depression but your words of the past kept him strong, and somehow, he managed to graduate with Satoru and Shoko.

They left an empty seat between them at graduation. Your certificate is still in Shoko's office to this day.

Your warnings and nagging that reminded everyone of their mother saved Haibara's life. You had always told them to never accept missions alone, and it was thanks to your words ringing in his head that Nanami became paranoid while Haibara was out on a mission. This led to him going out to check on Haibara and ended in him saving his life.

It was almost idealistic how almost everyone graduated that year. A rare thing in the Jujutsu World to have so many young people survive.

Satoru jokes its because you took on the unwanted burden and closed the gates of Heaven yourself. You always did. Eating the bitter parts of his food that he didn't like, letting everyone choose first when Yaga gave you rewards, not touching your food until everyone had started eating. You always took on the unpleasantries so that everyone else could live without knowing suffering.

Why did everyone deserve happiness except for you?

Why did everyone deserve to live except for you?

"Gojo - Sensei."

"So even Sensei sleeps, huh?"

"Of course he does. What kind of nonsense is that?"

Satoru's eyelids flutter. He pulls up his blindfold, his vision coming into focus as he sees a blurry image of his students.

For a split moment, he's in high school again. He's in his second year, and he's sleeping before class. He hears soft footsteps approach him. Feels someone lean down near him, but he's not scared. Not even annoyed.

Rather, he plays dumb and waits in anticipation. There's butterflies bursting in his chest, a smile pulling at his face that's hidden in his arms. Smirking at the familiar scent of yuzu and caramel engulfing his senses. He'd chosen it, after all.

"Gojo - san? Wake up, class is about to start."

"Gojo - sensei!"

But when his visions focuses fully, he realises it's been 12 years and his beloved students have visited his office.

"Oh, he's awake!"

There's a red rim to Satoru's eyes, but it's almost unnoticeable. He smiles before pulling his blindfold back down.

"Please don't fall asleep after summoning us all here." Megumi states.

Satoru stands up, and Yuji and Nobara are quick to fight over who gets to sit on his chair.

"What are you smiling about?"

It's today. By 4 that morning, Satoru had found himself sat in front of a familiar grave. He was always the first to visit. He brings a bouquet of white heliotrope and places it on the grave. He crouches in front of it, his blindfold tucked away in his pocket.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear Y/n. Happy Birthday to you."

If there's one thing Satoru wishes, it's that he was able to tell you his feelings truthfully while you were still alive. It's unhealthy, but he finds himself uttering the same three words on every occasion to a stone in the ground.

If only he could have seen your pretty face while he uttered them in person.

Satoru doesn't know if he believes in the afterlife, but he hopes you're listening. And maybe, just maybe, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, repeating the words in hopes he'd somehow hear.

"It's nothing."

A lie. Because deep down, Satoru knows he's thinking about a certain place, a certain person.

Maybe in his next life, he can finally go home to you.

[sassy-classy-fangirl]

I’m a little late but our husband is a winner baby 🏆

[walpu]

Thinking about being in relationship with Aventurine and Y/n love language is like sending many tik toks videas like "us <3" and this type of sh. Imagine Aventurine is in a meeting and opens his phone to see the message and its just some loud sound from the tik tok☠️

LMAO SERVES HIM RIGHT FOR CHEKING HIS PHONE DURING A MEETING

Can imagine everyone just staring at him like this

We don't know shit about Opal yet, but judging from Aven's character story, he doesn't like him that much so I kinda can see him sitting with a pissy expression while Aventurine is like haha oopsie :) Topaz finds it funny tho since she recognize the audio and figures out what's up.

Aven apologizes but you can tell he's not sorry lol. Would tell you about this later and if you suggest to stop sending him those memes he'll refuse immediately. Will promise he won't check his phone during meeting. And then will keep doing it. Maybe he'll mute the sound next time tho.

[plagueoffools]

I saw that you write for land of the lustrous so i was thinking hat maybe you could write moon phos and a lunarian reader??

"GOD BLESS MY FLOWER, LET IT BLOOM FOR THE WORLD TO BEHOLD AND LET IT NOT BE SO COLD."

(REQUESTED) MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE / LUNARIAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

[ slight ANGST ] 799 WORDS

[SEMI! HC AND SCENARIO FORMAT.]

⸺SONG// the perfect girl by mareux //

Moon Phosphophyllite is a gem of much curiosity, going through far and wide to busy his head in somewhere it shouldn't be. This is no surprise when you manage to catch his eye, though you take the form just as similar as all the many lunarians that he has become familiar with. He cannot seem to place where the source of his intrigue and fascination with you has originated from.

⸺Perhaps, it was the fact that you brought him back to a past. A past where he was not so burdened with the responsibilities that he holds today, he reminisces in memories filled with grassy bedding unlike the smooth surface of the cold floors he walks upon now.

⸺Though phos is a gem of confrontation, he finds just as much relief in glancing at your form from a distance as well. He decides in this one instance that he won't headbutt himself into the situation like he always does instead he'll simply just -stalk- watch you.

⸺He's a gem who has known helplessness like the back of his hand, like a familiar foe who he fights off every time he watches you slip past his peripheral vision or a familiar friend who he invites back when an unsettling void has settled inside of him.

⸺In his days of stress, he can't help but find relief in this odd -obsession- fascination he has harboured for you. A subject to take over his mind when he need not to think most, an object to pry his eyes away from visions he does not want resurfacing.

⸺ After a short amount of time ( he's a gem with a patience as low as his hardness ), he goes around subtly asking his fellow gems and lunarians. One time being as desparate enough to seek information of you from the admirabilis. Perhaps it was your odd nature, you had an aura of enigma that a curious person like he was magnetised to.

⸺ Sometimes, he finds himself searching for your presence in every room he walks in subconsciously. Sometimes, he even finds himself at places he has heard you frequented usually with a look of expectancy. Amongst the tall artificial meadows and gardens that overlook the scenery of kumera.

He discovered that you were a botanist of some sort, retrieving plants of varying kinds from earth and documenting them by writing encyclopedias. However, the plants retrieved from earth dies sooner or later due to the lack of oxygen that was supplied.

So you started to pursue a new project. To grow authentic plants on the moon, ones that could replicate the beauty and vibrancy the ones on earth held. Of course, it was discovered that the experiment had a difficult time progressing due to the moon's contrasting nature compared to earth's. Even though the meadows he stands in hold a serene view of vibrancy and colours, he'd find that after wandering through, a green house of sorts. The green house houses a view of solemnity, wilting petals are scattered on the floor as they slump.

Tragic, he mused at the odd division separating the tall moon flowers swaying along his movements and the wilting brown of the earth's flowers inside. However your form sticks out the most amongst all the slumping flowers. Your slouching form almost resemble the wilting flowers that you have encassed yourself with, unlike theirs your vibrancy never withered nor your beauty. ( That's what he thinks at least )

He reminisce back when he was tasked the same, almost wishing how he should've gone through with the job and gain some extensive knowledge just so he could find a reason to strike up a conversation of sorts with you.

Though with the overwhelming situation at hand, he finds it difficult to indulge himself in your presence. Usually being taken from here to there for this and that.

However he'd find that he wasn't the only one with a keen eye for engimatic figures,

With colours like the convolvulus tricolor plant, a true morning glory he was. You found yourself eyeing the gem often, it really wasn't your fault. How could you deny such an inviting glance? You were well aware of the effect you had on the gem, though you weren't aware of how deep the depth of this effect went.

It was still quite a comedic situation, peers would confront you one after another about the inquiring gem and it only brought a smile out of you after each one. It was only fair to reciprocate the interest he has showed, you were just as interested in the byronic hero as he was in you after all.

Unfortunately, work's calls and demands will not go unanswered. Though you walk in the same garden, you both have different paths to travel upon.

[atierrorian]

Can you do Cinnabar with gem s/o with fluff? ^-^

OMG, MY FIRST HOUSEKI NO KUNI/LAND OF THE LUSTROUS REQUEST, THANK YOU!! And thank you for requesting Cinnabar as well! One of my fav characters! And forgive me if this is Ooc because I have not watched Hnk in a while now!

Although the other gems considered Cinnabar as dangerous and Cinnabar also considering themselves as dangerous, you didn't agree.

Cinnabar didn't mean to hurt the other gems and they only wanted to like them and to also try to get along.

So that's why you'd stay by Cinnabar's side until the bitter end! You got to know Cinnabar better even if risked you getting hurt like 1000 times, it didn't matter as long as Cinnabar wasn't lonely.

You know Cinnabar was wary of you the moment they laid eyes on you and told you many many times to stay away from them or else you'd get hurt.

But did you ever listen? Nope! Instead, you persisted and continued being stubborn, you kept your distance of course but still got closer to Cinnabar and it was so worth it!

You weren't exactly a strong gem like Bortz or the others, but you weren't exactly that weak as well, you were just in between with 5 and you were okay with that.

It took you many many tries to finally get to know Cinnabar, but it was all worth it in the end!

And now in the present, you were talking to Cinnabar about how it was going and how you told them what was going on currently.

"[gem name]"

"Hm? Yes, Cinnabar?"

"Why do you always hang around with me?"

Well you certainly didn't expect that but you also didn't mind and it was easy to answer on your part.

"Well because I want to! And I was curious of you when I heard about you and I wanted to be your friend, since you looked so lonely." You said and smiled.

Cinnabar just looked at you with a shy expression before nodding and continued listening to whatever you were rambling again.

It really isn't that bad if they were with you.

Ahhh!! My first Hnk request! Thank you so much and forgive me if they were ooc! I made this based on my memory! And I somewhat hope I made a nice job in my first Hnk request! I'll do better next time! Promise.

[donniexv]

☆ LAND OF THE LUSTROUS ; I don't need anyone. At all.

—⋆ ALEXANDRITE ;

" Where to start, where to start!! "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ ANTARCTICITE ;

" Whatever should I do? "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ AECHMEA ;

" You must attain yourself. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ BORT ;

" I can cover for those faults of yours. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ CAIRNGORM ;

" Thanks.. For bringing me to the moon. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ CINNABAR ;

" What am I supposed to do with that faith? "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ DIAMOND ;

" I'll go.. And turn that little nuisance into dust. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ EUCLASE ;

" This isn't what you wanted to happen, is it..? "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ GHOST QUARTZ ;

" Such a surprise. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ KONGO ;

" I cannot say anymore than that. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ LAPIS LAZULI ;

" Good, an obedient little one aren't you? "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ PADPARADSCHA ;

" One needs to be discreet and composed. "

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—⋆ PHOSPHOPHYLLITE ;

" If only you weren't here.. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ RUTILE ;

" I won't let you escape. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ YELLOW DIAMOND ;

" Everything will be fine. "

⥼ ✖

[a-998h]

For SAGAU, I have an interesting idea in mind. The creator is similar to that of a gem from HNK! Meaning they are made entirely of a crystal and consume light to survive. They glow in the sun like Diamond, maybe?

If they didn't already think you were a god they would definitely think it with the way you look.

They all admire your beauty. Characters like Albedo, will have you pose for them. The alchemist characters will try to figure out what exactly you are through experiments. They all think you're beautiful. They knew you would be a God. They just didn't think you would look so... Unique.

The way you shimmer in the light makes people stare in awe. Artist from everywhere will try and capture your beauty. Charolette will ask for pictures at different times of day to see the effect of the light. Chiori will use your style and physical traits as inspiration for a new clothing line.

Your appearance is at first a bit of a shock, but they get used to it after a week or so. Your shine inspires all of Teyvat's artistic weirdos. There are lines outside of whichever shrine you're staying at, a line of creative who want to immortalize your beauty for generations to come.

When they learn you eat light, some are upset Xiangling because they think you won't be able to eat their cooking. You can it just doesn't really taste good to you. Others, Albedo and Surcrose, find it fascinating and try to figure out how it works.

When they see your offensive capabilities they are in awe but not surprised. Of course the Creator is a strong fighter, it's to be expected. What they don't expect however is how not so durable you are. You Chris and crack, and they worry you'll get permanent damage. They look for ways to make you more durable and strong.

Despite perceived flaws they all love you and your appearance just makes it even better.

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Going Home (Christmas Special pt. 2)

Phos!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Takes place in the afterlife, kinda angsty, the love confession we didn't know we needed <3, the usual catharsis tags

Notes: Our blue eyed King will be back guys, trust (cope). Anyways, I suggest listening to the Bleach Soundtrack Going Home while reading this 🤝 Happy ending though ig

If someone had told Gojo Satoru in high school that he'd be one of the first of all his friends to die, he would have thrown a fit so bad, he probably would have destroyed the entire school building.

But here he was, lying flat on his back, vision blurring as he heard the distressed screams of his friends and students. Everything was fading. He felt like he was underwater, muffled voices and footsteps that wouldn't make it to him in time echoing.

He feels warm. Warmer than he felt in a long time.

Is this death?

His lashes fluttered as he stared at the blurred grey sky, feeling something cold touch his skin. It was snowing. The very first snow of winter and immediately his thoughts were clouded with you.

Satoru blinked, freezing when he found himself standing in a busy street. Nameless faces fading out around him. He was in high school again, or at least, he looked like he was in high school. He scanned his appearance in the window of a shop, noting how he wasn't wearing the familiar red scarf he had adorned so many times in the cold.

He froze. A certain realisation hitting him. If he wasn't wearing that scarf, then-

"Gojo - san!"

Satoru spun on his heel, blue eyes wide and sparkly. In the middle of the crowd, there you were. A familiar figure that had his hands reaching out to grasp any possible part of you that he could reach.

Same phosphophyllite eyes and hair, same concerned gaze, same pretty face and unsteady posture, and of course, his scarf that he had given to you one particularly cold day wrapped tightly around your neck.

"Hey, Satoru? Do you like her?" Suguru asked bluntly. If there was someone who knew Satoru, it was him. He could recognise the longing in his friend's eyes, the way he straightened his back when you were around, teasing you endlessly but dropping everything the moment she needed something.

Today, Suguru had finally had enough. You had been telling them about something mundane. Some show you watched, or some dessert you had tried, Suguru couldn't really remember. While he and Shoko always humoured you, he noticed that Satoru was suspiciously quiet, turning to glance at his friend, ready to ask if he was alright. But what he saw almost made me want to dry heave right then and there.

Gojo Satoru. The Gojo Satoru was staring at your side profile with the kind of lovesick gaze he'd only ever seen on a 13 year old girl in a coming of age movie.

His eyes were so soft around the edges, trained on you as you spoke, a smile so adoring and dreamy on his face that Suguru was almost 100% sure that he wasn't listening to a word you were mumbling. Probably fantasising about your pretty face and how much he wanted to kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, or something gross like that.

Suguru swore there were hearts floating around him and that if he were alone, he'd been kicking his feet, giggling, screaming into his pillow every time he remembered you saying "Gojo - san!" in your sweet voice.

Suguru grimaced at the sight, absolutely flabbergasted. Looking from you, to Satoru, then you, then Satoru, then Shoko, who gave him a knowing smirk. Discreetly kicking his foot under the table.

He had wasted no time to question Satoru after class, sitting on the chair in his dorm room, while Satoru lied on his bed.

"Do you like her?" Suguru repeated, already knowing the answer.

"Does it matter?" Satoru muttered, voice soft in a way Suguru had never heard it.

Where was the cocky boy who acted as if he could do no wrong? The overly confident jerk that knew full well how attractive he was? The boy who wouldn't hesitate to use his charms on strangers and shamelessly brag of how amazing he was?

Suguru had never seen Satoru so... vulnerable. So downtrodden. So raw and almost innocent in tone. His voice soft and light and so full of emotions and-

It clicks for Suguru. It's a little more than like. Maybe a lot more. And Satoru will never admit it but he's scared. He can see it on his face in the way his eyes droop, how his lips pull into a straight line, and how he fiddles with his fingers. Suguru's eyes widen when he sees what he's fiddling with.

It's a ring. Your ring. The one you always had on your right ring finger, the one he knows you couldn't have given to Satoru without a fuss or a fight but he also knows that Satoru wouldn't let you keep everything that's yours to yourself. That's just how he is. Taking your things to feel close to you.

It's a little pathetic. Imagining how the cold steel would feel against his skin if his fingers were intertwined with yours. How your gentle hands would feel in his rough ones.

But it's just as endearing. And a little funny, seeing his self-centered friend completely consumed by thoughts of another being.

"Of course, it matters." Suguru states, so sure of his words Satoru almost begins to believe them.

But it isn't until now, 12 years later, under the first snow that Satoru truly believes them. It does matter because you matter.

His heart moves before his body does, but when it catches up, he finds himself running to you. And in a split second, he's in front of you. He's imagined this moment so many times, going over the words in his head, letting them linger on his tongue every second of the past 1w years yet when he finally faces you, he's at a loss.

His mind is blank, his heart is on his sleeve, and he feels like a child. Taking in the sight of you with a lump forming in his throat.

"Gojo - san-" You begin, tears welling in your eyes, but before you can continue, you find yourself wrapped in a strong embrace.

"Satoru." He corrects, holding you against his chest, really feeling the weight of you against him.

"Sa - to - ru?" You sound out the syllables softly, and he swears his name has never sounded so good. So sweet. Like something precious.

"Yeah. It's been a while." His words are casual, almost awkward, but there's a weight in them. He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes widening when he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His hands find your cheeks, cupping them gently in his grasp. And for once, he feels as if his hands are as strong as everyone thinks because right now he's holding his entire world in them.

He's imagined this thousands of times, but you've never cried in his mind, and he's left unsure. What happened? Are you upset with him for letting you die? For leaving you with Suguru that day? For not protecting you?

He's fully prepared to brace the words he feels will pierce through him like a dagger. To accept any harsh words, cruel punishments, absolutely anything as long as you don't hate him. That's one thing he can not accept. Not when he's finally gotten you back.

"You're an idiot! How could you?" Your voice cracks, and you sniffle.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, that day I shouldn't have-" Satoru begins to explain, holding you gently.

"You were- you shouldn't be here! You're so young, Satoru, you should- you should still be alive!" You scold, hands reaching up to hold his face, pulling him down to your level.

That was the last thing Satoru expected.

"Are you alright?" Your voice drops, soft and low, as you look over his features carefully like a mother checking over her child.

"Fine." He breathes out, absolutely breathless as he realised you're crying for him. Mourning the life he never got to experience instead of your own.

God. He loved you.

"You fought well, Satoru. I'm proud of you. You can rest now." You whisper earnestly, sniffling as you watch his face for any discomfort.

Suddenly, you're knocked off your feet, a yelp leaving your lips as you find yourself landing in the snow, a heavy weight pinning you down.

"Satoru, what-"

You freeze, his large form heavy on your chest, face buried into the crook of your neck. But what catches your attention are the tears dripping onto your skin as Satoru clutches you like a lifeline, your hands responding before your brain does and immediately wrapping around him tightly.

How long had he yearned for those words? Being the strongest meant expectations and contempt. Rarely ever appreciation because the duty of the strong was inherent. Protect the weak and expect nothing in return.

Nothing.

No one remembered his victories, but everyone remembered his faults.

The celebration of his death would surely be larger than the celebration of his life.

Yet in mere seconds, you made him feel as if 28 years of suffering was worth it. Every cut, bruise, scar to his body. The exhaustion in his bones. The weariness of his soul. If it all led to this moment in your arms, it was worth it, and he'd do it all again and again and again if it meant you'd be waiting at the end of it.

"I love you." He says, voice shaky as he holds onto you, choking back a sob.

You freeze in surprise, feeling your skin heat up, eyes wide as you stare at the sky. "Go- Satoru, what are you-" You're suddenly pulled to your feet, stumbling into his chest as his eyes earnestly meet yours, cheeks tear stained and flushed.

"I've held this in for 12 years and regretted it every second for not telling you. I love you, Y/n. I love your clumsiness, how earnest you are, how caring you are. Everything you hate about yourself too, your weakness, how fragile your body is, how easily you cry. I fell in love with all of it but was too much of an idiot to realise it." Satoru begins, making sure you're listening to every word he's saying.

"Satoru, wait-" You try, still in shock as he shakes his head. He holds up his right hand, and your jaw drops when you see what's on his ring finger.

"Is that?" You inhale sharply, trying to come to terms with this.

"Your ring. I still have it. And you're still wearing my scarf." He points out.

"Satoru, wait. Ca- calm down. You're thinking too hard- not thinking enough? I don't know, but this is so sudden-" You stumble over your words, heart racing in your chest.

"After 12 years of waiting, how is it sudden?" He asks, gently holding your hands in his.

Big hands. Big heart. An existence that quenches the thirst of your soul.

"You- are you serious right now? Do you really, li- like-" You manage before he cuts you off.

"Like? No. I love you." He grins, finally. Brightly, beautifully. As if you're watching the sun smile at the moon, the waves caress the shores. A sort of clumsy picturesque view any respectable photographer would kill for.

"Lo- love?"

"Love. You. Everything about you." He repeats earnestly.

You pause when he leans in, face scarlet in embarrassment as you flinch back, half expecting his lips to meet yours far too quickly. His hands gently cupping your face.

You panic, squeezing your eyes shut as he leans in only to hear a soft chuckle, and feel his fingers poke between your furrowed brows.

"What's that look for, hm? You like me too." He states proudly, playful lilt ever present but something more masked beneath.

"Wuh-" You're at a loss. Absolutely speechless.

"Come on. Admit it." He laughs.

You hesitate. Perhaps you'd long fooled yourself into thinking he was only a precious friend. Repeating the words at the back of your mind. Drilling them into your brain. Friend. Friend. A friend. You liked him as a friend.

Suddenly, Shoko's words ring in your head.

It's the spring of 2006, cicadas chirping outside, cool sodas on the table as you sat across from Shoko in your dorm.

"You're telling me... you get butterflies when you see him, your face gets hot when he smiles, you want to be with him every day, you stumble over your words around him, and you think this is cause you're sick?" Shoko loves you. You're the cutest thing she's never seen. You're so sweet. You're like a younger sister, or perhaps a pet puppy, or- something like that. But for goodness sake. You couldn't possibly be serious right now.

You nod earnestly, brows furrowed in concern. "What's the diagnosis, Doctor Ieiri?" You blurt, barely hiding your nervousness.

Shoko plays along, scribbling on the back of a lotto receipt with a dull pencil, biting down on her lollipop. "Here. Your diagnosis." She slides it across the table to you.

You gulp, hesitantly turning over the piece of paper. Scanning it with wide eyes.

"This- this can't be! Surely the diagnosis is wrong, Doctor! I- there's no way!" You panic.

Shoko deadpans. You're acting like she legitimately diagnosed you with something serious.

She leans over, and circles the two words she's written.

Stupidity. And, love.

"...I do." You blurt without thinking, eyes hesitantly meeting Satoru's 12 years too late. Or perhaps just in time.

"I love you. I have for a very long time as well." You admit breathlessly, tears welling in your eyes as the floodgates that had been holding back 12 years' worth of love burst open.

Satoru hadn't expected you to admit it so easily, so earnestly. He can't help the way his eyes gloss over and how his heart stutters. The prettiest smile on his face.

"Yeah? I know." He manages cheekily, but there's no hiding the raw emotion in his gaze.

"I'm sorry I left so early." You sniffle, pushing onto your tippy toes to press your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long." He mutters, lips finding the trail of tears in hopes of kissing away your heartache as he'd dreamed of so many times ago.

"But I'm here now. Sorry I'm late. I'm finally home." His hands cup your cheeks, nose pressing against yours.

"Welcome home, Satoru."

Perhaps the cruel Gods that Satoru never really believed in had finally had mercy on him. Who was he kidding? The Gods had long forsaken him, but you?

Surely even they couldn't deny you.

If Satoru could go back in time, he'd tell his highschool self 3 things.

Number 1. Beat up the higher ups at least once.

Number 2. Take more pictures with the people you love.

And Number 3. Don't worry. At the end, don't be sad. Because you'll finally come home.

[nekoooooo-p]

Human!Yandere! Diamond headcanons | Houseki no Kuni | Land of the Lustrous

Part1

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CW: obsession, modern au

Synopsis: Your friend gave you a ticket to an idol concert she was a fan of because she was sick. You go to a concert for autographs and new impressions.

And you can’t even imagine how all this will turn out.

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Info:

• Diamond, 26 y.o. Young idol. G/n. They/them, he/his

• They look cute and friendly and are loved by their fans.

• Really not happy with their fans.

• 5'6''

• It is very difficult to get a ticket to their concert.

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× Diamond is non-binary, so it would be more correct to say they/them, but it doesn't hurt to point out the fact that they're technically a guy.

× You met for the first time at his concert - although you had absolutely no expectations for this event, since you ended up here completely by accident because of a friend who could not go. The ticket shouldn't go to waste, right?

× Having promised to take more videos from the performance, take as many photos as possible and be sure to be in line for an autograph on a limited disc, you found yourself in a completely unfamiliar place alone, amidst loud music, the powerful voice of an idol, and dozens, maybe hundreds, of strangers. You liked their performance - you were satisfied, despite all the inconveniences. All that's left is to get an autograph.

× Diamond - don’t know you at all. He has no idea who you are, what you do, who you study or work for, how you spend your day and who your friends are. But they immediately notice you in line for the signature - confused and thoughtful, and, despite the crowd in front of you, anxious from not knowing what to say. They seem to see right through the anxiety. Incredible — see the excitement of another fan a hundred times a day, which they, in some places, can’t stand - disgusting!, but somehow highlight someone.

× .puɐɥ ɹnoʎ qɐɹᵷ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ǝɹ'ʎǝɥʇ - ʇuɐsɐǝʅd ʎɹǝʌ ou sᴉ sᴉɥʇ .uoᴉʇɐɔᴉunɯɯoɔ ɹoɟ ǝɯᴉʇ ǝʅʇʇᴉʅ os sᴉ ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ǝʇɐunʇɹoɟun ǝʅʇʇᴉʅ ɐ uǝʌǝ s’ʇᴉ .ʇsǝɹǝʇuᴉ dǝǝp ʇnq ᵷuᴉɥʇou ʅǝǝɟ oʇ sᴉ ʇᴉ ʅɐnsnun ʍoɥ ×

× A couple of words, slight movements of the wrist - and behold, the disc is signed. You seem simple to them, you have no obsession or passion - you are a random guest. And it really caught on, leaving a mark....

× The entire staff noticed how distracted the Diamond were for the rest of the evening.

× That short period of time when they signed the disc alone with you was imprinted in their head, stuck firmly.

× They themselves were amazed at what was so unusual about you that managed to hook their malicious, fastidious and slightly cynical soul?

× The answer was simple and therefore seemed irrational - nothing.

× Probably, for about a month everything fell through the cracks for Dia - the notes were out of tune, his perfect handwriting was jumpy, his morning toast was burnt, things were lost, and his thoughts were in turmoil. At some point they even feared for their mental health — several concerts in a row, at each of which there was at least one inadequate person, frantic training, diets, recordings and re-recordings, of course, greatly decimated their colleagues. Until recently, they didn’t think that this would affect them too - but they had to think about it.

× Even if it wasn't true.

× Although, nevertheless, they needed rest - it was not possible to understand themselves in this media turmoil.

× Having found the reason for the burning of bread and the falling of toothpaste on the floor, they thought deeply.

× And each time, remembering, it seemed to them more and more that there was much more ideal in you than there was at first glance.

× Whether it’s true or not, the process has started, and they are already feverishly drawing in their heads the ideal picture of you and...

× ... ma̧̯̻͍̲̹͖̘͊ͥͤ̕͘͠y̗̟̼̌ͪ̀ͥ_̶̩̞̣̱͍̱̫̫̫̄͛̔̎̀b̦̟͙͋͗ͧ́̏͞_̮͔͉̟͗̃́ͅe̩̩̻͇̰̹͛̓͆̎ͩ͡_̤̻̭͇̮͘ t̶̸̸̸̷̡̹͖͇͖̟̱̂͆̊̄́́̎̑ͬͫ͑͠͞h̨͕̳̮͔͐ͪ̍̋ͩ̊͌ͦͥ͘̚͢e̸̵̶͍̔̏͊͒͐̃̕̕͠mṡ̨̤̗ͭę̴̷̱͙̝̤̙̞̣͕͚̻͔̞͎͓̼̿ͯ̀̍̃ͥͨͥ͐ͭͤ̈́̆̍͛ͬͨ͐̒̕͝l̮̪ͫv̢̡̘̦̠̭͎̦̝͔̖̘̒ͬ͌ͥ̓̔ͮͮ͗̇̒͜͝͞e̵̛͕̪̞͎̥͓͙͓̳͚̓͌̆̒̀̓̅ͯͮ͒͟ͅ_̸̫̘̯͖̾ͫ͂̆ͥͫ͒̔sͥ.̶̩͎̗͎̪͔͙̜̹̾̎ͨ̀̀ͪ̈́͊̆͊͒̏̎̾̓̅͠ͅ ×

× Every day the thoughts became more intrusive and rougher - that image was ringing in the ears and the poetic mind of the creative personality gave out a simple but clear association:

× T̷̸̸̳̮̥̞̣̬̣̼̗̑ͣͤ͑̔́̅̇́̕̕͘͢͡ẖ̴̳i̎̚_̘͎̔̓̚͟ŕ̵̵̶̸̶̴̨̨̧̝̦͚̻̙̣̫͙̂ͫͬ̽̏̏̑̋͊̋̏͞ͅs̢̖͚̣̭̞̖͍̐̽͐ͥ̾͜͠_̢͖̦͉͎̠͇͚̝͆ͤͮ͘͘t̢͍ͣ̏̀͜.̸̸̷̷̡̧̨̛͚̱̰̮̳͎̦̖͍̎͆͌̏̑͑̇ͮ̊̃͆ͦ͆ͥ̌͗̾͂̓ͪ̚͘͢͠͡ͅ. ×

× And finally the abscess burst out with lyrics on paper.

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End of the first part.

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art: by me