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just-jordie-things · 1 year ago

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hellooo!! prompt 11 (i almost lost you) kiss with inumaki ^^

the way u write him is literally amazing 🙏🙏

11: "I Almost Lost You" Kiss ___

when gojo sent you, inumaki, and panda back to jujutsu tech, you weren't sure what to expect. but you didn't think twice before agreeing. if yuuta and maki need help, you'd be there without question- and you were.

you probably should have given it a second thought- geto suguru was a special grade sorcerer after all, and he alone took on the five of you with ease.

maki was badly beaten, and it had taken a great deal of strength for you to move her somewhere you hoped she would be safe until the situation was handled. your heart was beating in your ears with a the fear of uncertainty of her well being, but you knew your friends still needed you to fight.

when you returned to the fight, your heart shattered. much of the courtyard and nearby buildings had been destroyed, and it was obvious by who as rika and another large curse you didn't recognize were throwing each other around like toys. the high pitched screech of the queen of curses sent a chill in your bones that made you grateful she was on your side.

you tried to aid yuuta and toge- you weren't sure where panda had gone- to the best of your ability. but you'd already exerted so much energy in downtown tokyo, and the again when you'd rushed maki to safety. with every step you took, every swing of your blade, you found your vision blurring, and your heart pounding in your head.

if you weren't careful, you were going to get yourself hurt. but it was hard to be careful when you were hardly even thinking before welding your weapon. there was simply no time.

red clouds your vision, and it feels as though you're out of body as you swing at geto again, again, and again- your cursed energy buzzing through your veins being the only thing you could feel besides anger.

this must be what runners feel, you think distantly. all you know is exhaustion, you've never pushed yourself so hard that you think your entire body could crumple to the ground at any moment and yet your attacks remain ferocious and unrelenting.

it even hurts to breathe, you think you may have broken a rib, and you're sure you've sustained other injuries, but you don't rest. you don't even catch your breath.

it's not until you watch the curse in geto's control strike at toge and send him flying some thirty feet behind you that your animosity falters. your blade almost falls from your hand as you watch the way his body flies through the air. the cry you let out is guttural, and you pay no attention to anything else around you as you take off in the direction he's falling.

there's not a chance you could ever make it there in time before he hits the ground, but still you're pushing your aching legs as hard as you can to try and reach him.

that unsettling fear that had nestled into your chest earlier is presenting itself again, sending a drop to your stomach that would have made you throw up had you any energy to do so. your throat is dry and and burning as it tightens, your breaths quick an uneven. there's not nearly enough oxygen in your lungs to even keep you upright let alone conscious- yet here you were sprinting at full speed.

yuuta's a special grade, too, you try to remind yourself of your more-than capable classmate's abilities. him and rika can certainly defeat geto. they have to. and so they will.

when toge hits the ground it's just a few feet ahead of you. he doesn't make a sound as he crashes, and you're certain he's already lost consciousness. he probably plummeted fifteen feet, he'll be lucky if he gets up with only a broken arm. when you finally approach him, you can see it's much, much worse.

there's dried blood caking his jaw, from the overuse of his cursed speech, no doubt. and that doesn't seem to be the worst of it. every tear in his uniform displays blue and purple bruising. his arm is twisted behind him in an unnatural bend, and worse, there's blood pooling underneath him.

your feet trip over rubble as you near him, sending you crashing down beside him, but even as your knees are bruised and bloodied you don't care. your hands are grabbing toge by his shoulders, your chest heaving as you gasp and choke for air- something that's becoming even harder the more you try to do.

breathing is the least of your concerns.

"t-toge," you shake his shoulders, gently at first as you're worried about his injuries, but when he doesn't immediately react, you're shovinghim roughly against the ground, hard enough you're certainly leaving bruises of your own. "toge-!"

you can hardly speak, your empt lungs finally catching up to you. one of your hands grabs the collar that's hung around his neck, and you try to wipe some of the blood from his face. it stains the blue material.

but if he wakes up you'll buy him a new one. you'll buy him a hundred new scarves if he'd just wake up.

you can't bear the thought of him not waking up. you don't know what you'd do. you'd probably die by his side, failing to pay attention to the surrounding threats. it was a foolish way to go, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. you remained glued beside him, almost overtop of him as you kept your grip glued to his shoulders. you tried to pay attention to what was happening around you, desperate to protect him, but you didn't exactly feel equipped for the job.

you couldn't move, you could barely breathe, and you weren't even sure how much longer you'd stay conscious, but you vowed right there that you'd fight till your dying breath to make sure no harm came to the boy you cared for so deeply again.

you can't quite see what happened, due to your dwindling focus, but there was a bright flash of light, so bright that it blinded you, and you brought your hand to your eyes to shield them while you tried to make out what was happening.

who's power was this? you wondered, before the light ceased, replaced by a gentler glow of pink and purple hues. was this yuuta's doing? or was it geto's?

just as you're trying to blink your eyes enough to steady your focus, you feel something wrap around your wrist, tugging in a weak motion.

your head whips around so fast you feel the sore muscles in your neck burn, but you brush off the pain when you see Togo's eyelashes briefly flicker, before his eyes squeeze shut.

"toge- toge?" you're breathless, your lungs finally ready to give out from the leap of excitment in your breathing.

you're ignoring the fireworks show behind you, not caring how this whole ordeal is going to come to it's end, as long as the boy you love opens his eyes and can tell you he's okay, then you'll accept whatever fate is about to come.

he coughs, wheezes, and then let's out a sigh. you can't tell if he feels any pain or if he's just trying to catch up with being awake, but you grab his hand from his wrist and hold it between yours as firmly as you can.

hell, even your fingers are weak, they tremble under the light weight of his arm, but you just grasp onto him tighter as tears cloud your vision.

"toge, can you hear me?"

you're whimpering, although you're trying not to. you want to remain strong for him, you want to sound clear and concise, so that you can be what he leans on for support. but your heart is beating erratically and you can't help the emotion that overcomes you.

especially ones his eyes peek open with the rasp of his voice.

"salmon"

a choked laugh of relief claws it's way out of your throat, and you think that the lavender hues in his irises is prettier than you've ever seen before.

you're overwhelmed, and you know you can't afford to gasp for air, and so to hold onto the oxygen in your lungs you let your relief take over as you lean over him, and kiss him.

you hold your breath as your lips to his as softly as you can, afraid that even an ounce of pain would be too much for his body to bear. he seems to have the same worry, as you both remain as frozen as you can, letting your mouths brush over one another in a kiss so gentle it's featherlight-ness could easily be mistaken for a mirage drawn up by your subconscious.

when your tears fall onto his cheek, toge knows it's very real. you're right there. and when you pull away from him and his eyes finally focus on you, you're the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on. the sky is painted in bright colors from rika's departure, but none as bright as the look of utter relief and adoration on your face.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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brighteststar707 · 2 years ago

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Telepathy

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about V and Jumin’s friendship in the context of Seven’s route and the Secret Endings. I really enjoyed writing this and I’m excited to finally share it.

✦ Words: 2.19k

✦ Genre: angst

✦ Warnings: alcohol, death, vague mention of drug use

Throughout Jumin and Jihyun’s friendship, they always shared a mutual fascination for magic. Their young childhood was spent discussing the supernatural, making potions out of the contents of fancy bottles borrowed from home and singing chants they had memorized on the way home from choir.

Jumin can’t say where this fascination started from, only that it became an intrinsic part of the way they viewed the world.

They didn’t lose this fascination as they grew older. Instead, it grew alongside them. They started seeking out new experiences in the hope of experiencing ‘true magic’. Drinking for the first time, staying out all night to watch the sun rise (none of the books they read could agree on a definitive ‘witching hour’) and consuming strange herbs that promised a mind altering state. They’d stay out late in the garden, under the same trees they played under as children and watch the stars, and that in itself was a form of magic.

As adults, they like to reminisce about their childhood. Memories of old notebooks filled with runes and candlewax, stained fingertips still smelling of perfume, doodles in the margins of textbooks. It’s like a language of their own. Then, over drinks later in the night, their conversations become reverent. Jihyun talks about the things he has seen while travelling, beauty beyond any rational explanation. He speaks so passionately that his cheeks turn pink, and Jumin can’t help but smile.

Even though they talk about it all in the past tense, Jumin is not convinced that they weren’t touched by magic somehow. He doesn’t ever share this, either out of self-consciousness or just because it feels too personal to explain.

It was Jihyun who had come up with the idea of telepathy. It was after they were both let off their punishments for stealing expensive perfumes from home, and they decided it was better if they gave up potion-making for the time being. He had found it somewhere in a book, and Jumin was intrigued by the idea of being able to communicate even when they were apart (he would never admit it, but being alone in his house could get quite lonely).

They spent the next few weeks reading up on the art of telepathy. They sat outside in the garden opposite each other and tried to sending telepathic messages (and more often than not Jihyun would burst into a fit of giggles).

They tried rituals, chanting, drawing matching patterns over their hands, but their heads remained silent. They eventually gave up and decided to move onto magical creatures (their hours sitting on the grass had made them curious about what secrets nature could hold).

It’s easy to write that time off as childhood games, them just playing pretend for a few weeks. Jumin definitely saw it that way for a long time. However, a string of coincidences throughout his life have made him question just how legitimate their rituals were.

Each one of these events went the same way: Jumin feeling a strange sense of anticipation, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, a bubble of excitement in his chest. All feelings that he was certain weren’t natural reactions to his environment.

Then, he would talk to Jihyun some time later and find out that something had happened (he had broken his leg while out taking photos, he had proposed to Rika, he had gotten into a car crash).

Call it a best friend’s intuition. Call it a sixth sense.

He calls it telepathy.

Over the years, he has grown accustomed to this sequence of events. Strange, unexplained feelings accompanied by a call from Jihyun detailing something that had happened in his life. He just accepts it as something they share, another aspect that makes their friendship unique.

At least, that’s how it used to be. He cannot pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, but there is one event that he considers the turning point.

It went the same way it always did. He was sitting in on a very boring meeting, trying his best to look immersed instead of bored, and already anticipating lunch with his father. Out of nowhere, he was hit with a strong wave of fear. His heart started pounding like he had just been running for the past half hour instead of sitting in the conference room. His stomach started doing backflips, and he suddenly lost his appetite.

The feeling had disturbed him so much that he left the meeting early to go and phone Jihyun. He knew with absolute certainty that something bad had happened, and he needed to know how to make it better.

All his calls went to voicemail, and when he finally got through, it was Rika who picked up. He couldn’t get a clear response from her as to what happened, just empty words meant to pacify him.

It was a week later when he found out about V’s eyes.

Despite how many times Jumin asked, he refused to speak about the incident and insisted that he was fine. It frustrated Jumin to no end that his friend couldn’t see just now not fine everything was. Despite all his resources and power, he had never felt so useless in his life.

V started to become more secretive, disappearing for long periods of time without any concrete explanation. Jumin’s questions were dodged, and their conversations rarely went beyond surface-level pleasantries.

Despite the growing distance between them, Jumin was still hit with the occasional flashes of telepathy. These days, he considered them more of a nuisance than a gift. They served as nothing more than a disruption to his day, and no matter how many times he tried to reach out, V refused to admit that anything was wrong.

He filled in the space V left in his life by returning to his love for the supernatural. He met strange new contacts through C&R who claimed to partake in the occult. He talked to Elizabeth (and he looked into her eyes and believed she understood him better than anybody else). He sourced rare books from questionable second-hand dealers.

The nostalgia that came with uncovering new information was almost enough to distract from the fear that he was losing his best friend.

It was uncomfortably quiet when Rika died. He had just settled down to enjoy his evening when V called him with the news. He felt his whole body freeze up and go cold as the realization hit him. It only took him a few hours to realize that he hadn’t felt anything at the time he was told she died. His telepathy had failed him when he needed it most.

His grief was compounded by the fear that he and Jihyun had drifted so far apart that he had lost his telepathy all together. He couldn’t handle the idea of losing them both at once.

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The next two years slip by in a blur of mourning and monotony. Work goes on, and the world keeps turning. Sometimes, he gets goosebumps on a warm day or feels himself growing anxious over dinner, but he writes them off as freak occurrences (and ignores the voice in the back of his head telling him that something’s wrong).

Then, the monotony is disturbed. A stranger appears in the chatroom, causing it to dissolve into chaos. If it wasn’t such a worrying security breach, Jumin would find it amusing.

As if that wasn’t enough, he is hit with a second disturbance, this one more jarring than the last. Like a dulled sense coming back to life, he feels a spark of hope flaring up in his chest. A warmth towards this stranger that is completely foreign to him.

A message.

This is the first real thing V (and by extension Jumin) has felt in a while, and he refuses to let it slip away unnoticed. He knows that this person is important somehow, and so, against his better judgement, he decides to trust them.

V decides to hold a new party, and it feels like the whole RFA has come alive again at the mere thought of holding a party again.

Jumin can’t help but get caught up in the excitement too. His mind is already running through all the possibilities this party will bring. A chance to honour Rika’s memory and to bring everyone together again. An opportunity to see V in person, and for them to patch up the cracks in their friendship. It’s a chance to set everything right again.

The warmth that floods his chest this time is entirely his own. He will do anything possible to make this party a success. For the RFA’s sake. For V’s sake.

It’s a pleasant surprise when V starts appearing in the chatrooms more frequently, another indicator that things are slowly healing. They talk comfortably in the chatrooms without any uncomfortable formality. They poke fun at each other and they even talk about the past. He never realized how much he has missed these moments.

However, his happiness is disturbed by uncomfortable revelations over the next few days. The bomb, the documents, the secrets that still follow V wherever he goes. He hates to admit it, but he feels like he is out of his depth.

He continues to trust V. All they need to do is make it to the party, and then he’ll explain everything. Why can’t anyone else see that? He needs to believe that there is a rational explanation for all of this.

Even when everybody else has lost faith, he will not.

V’s last string of messages in the chat shouldn’t surprise him as much as they do. He should have known better.

There has been a dull pain thumping in his chest since the last message was sent. He’s not sure if it’s V’s or his own. Their pain has become one combined entity, and it’s threatening to consume him completely.

He ignores all of Jaehee’s calls, turns off his phone and digs out a bottle of wine he had been saving to share.

When he has drunk enough to dull his senses, he lets his mind wander back to his childhood (he always ends up here somehow). He squeezes his eyes shut and conjures up the memory of the garden at his childhood home. Jihyun sitting opposite him, his face still round and boyish. He can almost hear his laugh.

He remembers that feeling of concentration, his entire being focused on sending a message from his mind to Jihyun’s.

It’s a last-ditch, childish attempt, but he tries it anyway.

Can you hear me? I am trying to reach you. Where are you?

Of course, just like all those times before, he is greeted only by silence. He falls into a fitful sleep that night and dreams of sunny back gardens, strong perfume and childhood giggles.

He loses himself in party planning in the next few days. He only checks the chatroom for updates from Luciel. He is still hopeful that they’ll be able to bring V home, and that he’ll get the chance to make it all right again.

Until it turns to silence.

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A string of coordinates. Unfinished. No matter, Jumin will find them, one way or another.

A message from V (?!). The rest of the coordinates. SOS.

He has never needed a clearer call for help.

He remembers ordering Jaehee to call for flight permits. He remembers pacing around his house until it was finally time to leave. He remembers snatches of conversation on the helicopter, only parts of the bumpy flight through the mountains before-

The rest, he cannot (will not) remember.

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It haunts him in quiet moments. How painless the cut was. One moment he was listening to the security team’s plans, and the next he was aware of a gaping hole in his chest. Like some vital organ had not just shut down, but disappeared all together, leaving an uncomfortable gap in its place.

Even before the helicopter landed, he knew it was all over.

It was cruel, just how quietly V left him. He wishes that it hurt. He doesn’t know what to do with all this emptiness.

He still finds himself searching for that feeling. That part of him that was subconsciously aware of what Jihyun was up to. He brushes against the emptiness expecting to find that familiar feeling and instead finds himself falling, falling...

He doesn’t speak much unless it’s about work. He mostly just drinks instead.

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Jumin and Jihyun’s friendship was always rooted in a mutual fascination for magic.

He used to value his gift over everything else. Even when it did nothing but frustrate him, he was still thankful for the connection.

He has started giving away the occultist books that used to sit on his desk. He can’t bear to look at the covers and the spells that promise a wide array of powers.

What was the use of him being given this touch of magic just for it to fail him when he needed it most?

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sevens-binarycode · 2 years ago

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Ray x Reader Comfort

As I mentioned before I have started to play mystic messenger again again, and this time I am taking the V/Ray route and Ray is just a broken boy wanting love, my favorite *-*

Now, Seven will always have my heart but his brother needs love as well!! I have not finished the route and there will be some spoilers in this, I also am on V’s route and do not know the end to Rays route so that may show in the writing but I just wanted to self indulge for a second.

Context: Ray has left Mint Eye and is living with you but he is experiencing withdrawal from the Elixir and anxiety from leaving Rika so you try to comfort him.

Ray x Reader (gender not specified)

Comfort: Lots of cuddles, 840 words

No proof reading as usual, sorry for any mistakes!

He was quiet for the most part, his breathing deep and far apart. His hair was so soft, the roots that bright fiery red that always appeared in his baby photos. He decided to grow out his natural color after dating you, wanting to forget about Mint Eye. You massaged his head, occasionally playing with his hair and rubbing it between your fingers. Your arm had started to fall asleep from the weight of his head but you didn’t dare move. Ray has always had issues sleeping, night terrors visiting him every night and keeping him awake, but this was the first time in a long time he was able to sleep without interruption for an hour. After leaving Rika, his thoughts of worthlessness and anxiety plagued his heads, the side effects of not taking the elixir worsening his thoughts. He spent a lot of his days crying, he mentioned even darker thoughts, thoughts that would cause harm to himself. You decided to stay home with him until he was able to overcome these. He felt bad when he learned you were staying home from work and friends because of him, but telling him that as long as he would make you coffee in the morning you would forgive him. You didn’t really care for coffee, but the thoughts of being helpful filled Ray with happiness. He felt that by making you coffee in the morning and being useful in any way would keep you happy with him. And because of this, you became a regular coffee drinker.

Suddenly, Ray started to stir in his sleep. He became twitchy, his legs resembling faintly of running motions, a quiet whine coming from his throat. You made sure to pull him in tighter, restricting his movements, like a swaddle for a baby. Moving your hand to his back, you slowly rubbed it up and down, his shirt feeling slightly damp from the sweat accumulating on his body, you presumed from the nightmare he was having. Softly humming to create a soothing vibration in his head, you felt him slightly relax again, his head falling up and down on your chest, his hair ticking your chin. You were becoming tired, but you didn’t want to sleep. If you were asleep you couldn’t monitor his sleep, you couldn’t see if he was having one of those night terrors again. One side effect of the elixir for Ray, both on and off it, is pouding, agonizing headaches. This also stopped him from sleeping for hours, his body being resistant to pain meds after using them so often for so long. Something that sort of calmed them was warm showers and head massages. The water and strategic pressure helped his muscles relax. He felt terrible at first, not wanting you to service him in such ways, but after pretending to be incredibly hurt by his actions, he finally let you pamper him every night before bed. Of course, seeing him in pain hurt you. Anyone would agree, seeing your partner in pain and not being able to do anything is one of the most painful things in the world, so it wasn't really an act when he refused your help. Just as much as he wanted to be helpful to you, you wanted to be helpful to him. Hearing Ray’s soft breathing, the occasional twitch of his arms, the warmth of his body pressed on yours, you felt yourself start to slip away into your own dreamland. You willed yourself to stay awake, to stay with him a little longer. Eventually, you couldn’t stay awake anymore without moving. As your eyes started to shut, your arms relaxing, the last thing you remember was Ray’s head pressed against your chest and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

The sound of birds chirping, the light in your eyes, and the smell of coffee woke you up. The bed felt strangely cold, your arms empty, and your chest oddly light. You heard Ray’s light footsteps as he approached the shared bedroom. He quietly opened the door, testing to see if you were awake. When he saw your eyes open and looking out the window, sleep still written all over your face, he offered a soft “good morning” as he approached your side, coffee cup in hand. He gently placed it on the nightstand beside you, waiting for you to respond, a ‘good morning’ or a ‘command’, anything just to hear your voice. Instead, you looked at his face, his eye bags still as prominent as before, but his skin looking so soft and flawless, a slight smile and an expectant look in his eyes. You reached your arms out for him, first confused, but soon understanding the meaning, he crawled into bed with you. He laid his head on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, breathing slow and deep. This was the paradise that Ray was truly looking for, and the same for you. This was right, beautiful, and pure bliss.

This was your elixir.

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enokvirkow · 1 year ago

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It had been a couple days since they arrived back in Lestallum. Vergil had come in their parents car — a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed. Lazentis grounded the twins for the rest of the year for what they had done. Recklessly putting themselves in danger with these secret day trips.

That was how Ariadne had broken her leg and the Nihilis family had an extra guest. The twins had been tight lipped, but the boy less-so. A former slave of Niflheim on the run, though the story was a mess. The boy blamed their daughter and their daughter blamed the boy.

Regardless, Lazentis couldn't turn the boy out to the streets in good conscience. He was of similar age to his twins... and though he didn't speak in great detail, it was clear that he hadn't lived a kind life. He only knew cruelty. Trust still had to be earned, but basic hospitality came free of charge.

It would be a great disappointment when he learned all three teenagers had snuck out not one week into their grounding.

"There, up ahead." Ariadne nodded, leaning on her crutches as she came to a stop. "That's the stall. And that's the Virkow we spoke about."

"Oi, you lot. Can't ye read? Kitchen's closed for cookin' — ah. Fuck it. I know yer order, silver-haired shits for kids. Yer friend'll be gettin' the same, an' no complainin'." It was all leftovers anyway. Not fit to be served up to customers the following day, Bo might grouch about a missed hot breakfast but he could suck it up.

Enok was... reserved. This was strange. He had wanted to hate that girl - she had fucked up his life. His chances to find his family via the Empire's knowledge. Maybe his only chance... but she also had not intended that. And she had helped him. Taking him to her home. Her family.

That was a lot more trust and good treatment than anyone else had given him these past ten years.

And then she mentioned that girl. Or rather woman.

A Virkow.

There were so many of that name. But that one ran a stall with her family. A food stall. And she had a loose mouth. Beads and braids down the left side of her head. And there was a scarily big dark skinned guy at her side with eerie grey eyes.

He had to check that out.

No grounding could even try to matter in that.

Enok tried to not get his hopes up at all. Because he had gotten them beat down so often in the past. It was better to not feel the pain of another disappointment. Just shrug it off. This wouldn't be her. This wouldn't be them.

He trailed behind the twins. Hood shoved into his face. He didn't want to see that woman really. A glance was all he needed. And then he could hide his face better and they could leave again.

That voice though - no, more her use of words, her tone. It had Enok look up a little more. Sidestep the twins a little.

There stood a woman. Brown hair in beads and with beads showering her side and shoulder. Enok could recognize some. How often had he tugged on them or gently tried helping braid them into her hair? She had explained the meaning of them.

'This I got for my bravery - of course lookin after a lil shit like you!'

'This one for winning races against the other kids in sailin - I'll teach you one day!'

'This one? My Ma gave it to me, it's my fave…' 'I made that one - and I made you one, too. Here, lemme help you put it on.'

And her eyes were the same colour as his. The one their family shared. Eyes like the sea. Not the sky. Because that's where they belonged.

Ariadne truly was lucky that Enok had half a mind to turn to the side to get past her. Otherwise he would have steamrolled her. There were no other thoughts in his head anymore.

This couldn't be. Rika. It was her. Rika!

"Rika...", he couldn't yell her name, even though he wanted to. It felt like his throat was strung shut by a rope trying to choke him. Dizzy and lightheaded. With shaking hands that reached for her, clung to her jacket.

His eyes scanned over her features again. Her face. Her hair. The way her eyebrows creased in anger at being grabbed by a seemingly stranger. The way her nose scrunched. The way there was fire in blue irises. He could see her smile, though. Last time she had looked down onto him. Now he was the taller one.

"Rika...?"

He wanted to say more, explain it to her.

I found you! I finally found you! It's you! I'm Enok! Remember me? Rika! I missed you...

But nothing came over his lips apart from choked sobbing. A howl that sounded like a wounded animal as he clung to that poor confused Galahdan. Enok felt so weak. As if the weight of all his fears and worries the past decade were lifted... and yet that took his strength away, too. Never had he shown many emotions in public regarding this. Because it made you a target. But now? Now he could be vulnerable. He was home again. He had Rika.

And Enok could only bury his fingers deep in her clothes as he sank to his knees, crying into her.

I'm home.

@rebelichor @rikavirkow

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chounaifu · 6 months ago

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Kiss Roulette @monterraverde

30. A kiss to the palm of the hand

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There's a relieved sigh as the two of them crash onto the futon, Rika's legs flopped over his own, reclined against the back of the furniture. With every treacherous trip that Rika takes with the others, there's always a debriefing, and a recovery period; this time, Proton convinces her to ground and stay for a little while longer. Running on full power for a year shouldn't be shocking-- it's the mania in the system, the desire to make up for lost time, the urge to be free, to do everything that she couldn't while she was firmly pressed under the thumb of the Paldean government.

" I thought this was gonna be the one that got ya sent back to me with a few broken bones, " Proton groans with exhaustion, and flops against her, tugging her closely, and threading his fingers through her hair. He takes a moment to adjust their bodies until her chin is propped against his shoulder, and he's able to take one of her hands into his own.

" Hate when you're gone for so long, " he admits with a grumble, glancing away, cheeks flushed, mildly embarrassed to admit such things out loud, " but I hated seein' you tied up in a place that ya hated. Makes the wait worth it each time. "

And he brings her hand closer, pressing his lips to her open palm, and presses it to the side of his face. Proton smiles, chuckling quietly, and leans into her hand.

" -- I'm sorry I can't go with ya on these adventures, " he apologizes.

He laces his fingers with hers, and reclines all the way back until she's laying on top of him. Behind worn out eyes and razors for teeth, there's an expression of care.

" You always make your way back to me though. "

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 》 Answered #➤ 《 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 》 Verse Two #♡ 《 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝; 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆 》 𝖱𝗂𝗄𝖺

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bullet-rebuttle · 8 months ago

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Executions part..3 I think idk. Now I just know I have made one for everyone.

Mizumi Akemi’s execution: Lost at Sea

Mizumis hands are tied to a pirate ships wheel. She is forced to steer throughout large groups of water. Monokuma soon appears dressed as a siren singing..poorly. Despite that; Mizumi is forced to follow it and the ship pounds against the rock Monokuma is on. The ship carries TNT and explodes with Mizumi still on it. Soon a Monokuma pirate in a scuba diver outfit goes under the water finding below her skeleton below with Monokuma raising her skull in celebration for finding the ‘treasure’.

Sumiko Honda’s execution: Those you can’t save.

Sumiko is on top of a large building. She turns around to see a line of patients she has helped in a line behind her. One by one the patients walk beginning to jump off the building, Sumiko tries to talk them out of it and stop them however is unable to. The final person on the building before jumping grabs her wrists, someone who looks like her former friends, drags her down with her. Sumiko falls dying from the great height.

Shigure Futaba: Red String of Fate.

Shigure’s hands are tied by simple red strings by his wrists. His body is forced to be hung up still by the wrists. He is shown what he loves most, he gets shown love in all forms. Love between a parent and child, love between siblings, love between friends, all of it. However it ends with showing him a mirror of his reflection to taunt him showing how he has never truly had or even understood true love despite his talent. A new red string ties around his neck and the ones on his wrists are cut leading him to be hung. Finally, Monokuma dressing as Cupid shoots a large arrow through his heart.

Rika Ikari’s execution: “Hey waiter!”

Rika is given plates of food along a long hallway and is told to give the food to the customer. As she skates over to the customer something is revealed behind her. Her entire group of siblings are there, Monokuma next to them holding a massive meat slicer. This causes Rika to stop and rush back to her sibling in terror as the customer yells at her. Despite that, she is too late as she watches her entire group of siblings get slashed and die. Rika falls to her knees in broken defeat ignoring the customers anger. It ends with her being quickly sliced as well in defeat no longer trying to get away at all.

Yamane’s execution: “Ick, so last season!”

Yamane is laid down on a large piece of fabric. Above her is a massive sewing machine and Monokuma designing a dress of some kind. He starts the sewing machine stitching her to the fabric below her starting with her arms and legs before ending with her stomach. It ends with Monokuma looking at his outfit in disgust and throwing it away, dooming it and Yamane herself to be forgotten.

Hayato’s execution: Follow the assignment

Hayato is surrounded by skilled fighters and is tasked with protecting someone in a Monokuma suit. He despite his fear of the execution does exactly that fighting off the best he can, but soon gets overwhelmed and is surprised to see the one in the Monokuma suit trying to stop the attackers as well despite Hayato telling it to stop. Soon a attack hits the suit and the mask comes off to reveal Giichi. Hayato runs to protect him losing focus and is soon killed by the fighters.

Akihito’s execution. ‘Words like Knives.”

Akihito sits down at his desk, A bunch of eyes surround him watching him work. He is forced to draw a next manga but each decision he makes gets the audience angry as they slash him with knives demanding him to make it the way they want. Determined to make everyone happy, Akihito keeps trying despite all the slashes even as he begins to grow dizzy from bloodloss. The manga is soon finished and it goes out to the audience, a group of Monokumas who angrily rip it up unsatisfied. It ends with them all stabbing him until he dies from bloodloss, the last thing he hears is hatred to him.

#ooc #musings #🏴‍☠️mizumi akemi🏴‍☠️#🖊️yamane🖊️#🕊️sumiko honda🕊️#⏳rika ikari⏳#tw: death

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divorcedyaoi · 6 months ago

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OH yeah rika may not need to be amputated??? One of her bones is healing rly well but we had the cast removed and she’s on bed/kennel rest. STILL wish we knew our surgery options when she first broke her leg but at least! She will probably keep all 4, even if the broken one may never heal right

#📝: misc #the vet said she could develop arthritis in that leg especially if the other bone in her leg doesn’t heal

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monterraverde · 1 year ago

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🤨 sit down across from my [rika] muse.

She's so zoned out when he does, Koraidon doing his best impression of a loaf beside her, her eyes closed and legs crossed, hands resting on her thighs... And then his gaze on her finally catches her attention, drawing her out of the meditative state she had found herself in.

Her eyes open, the sclera a golden yellow, emulating Koraidons own- She'd managed to sync with the creature for once! But it vanishes as quickly as her focus is broken, and she looks almost defeated when she feels that connection break.

"Dammit- Had something there. Where'd you come from? Hard to meditate when you're staring at me."

#rikas inbox: lets chat!#drgnbld #;;after the storm #:: king and crown

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natasha-in-space · 1 year ago

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The Beginning of the End

Series: 'A Wilted Daffodil' (AO3 link): Ch. 1 (you are here!), Ch. 2;

Characters/pairing: Rika/cmc Chaewon Lee, Jihyun Kim;

Summary: Everyone experiences grief differently. The loss of a loved one can be both debilitating and overwhelming, leaving you with no idea how to continue living without them. Chaewon is familiar with the grieving process of families and loved ones. Unfortunately, working as a nurse comes with the responsibility of bearing witness to some very tragic events. But she never thought she would have to see her own dear friend crushed by a sudden loss nobody has ever seen coming.

CW for: pet loss, grief;

Credits: picrew by wagirain, dividers by @/saradika-graphics.

"-She got run over, Chaewon, she's dead, and it's all my fault. I knew it. I knew I should've listened to Jumin! Why did I ever think that I knew better what she truly needed...? She must've suffered so much... And I couldn't do anything for her, I couldn't save her...!"

Chaewon felt a terrible chill run down her spine as she held the phone up to her ear nimbly. Rika's voice sounded so utterly broken and anguished that she could practically feel her dear friend's breath getting caught in her throat as she stumbled over her words in hysterics. A heavy lump of dread suddenly blocked her airways, taking her voice away from her. She felt her entire body freezing up completely as all that she could do in the moment was just stand there, not knowing what to do or what to say.

Sally meant everything to Rika. Chaewon understood that Sally was not just a beloved dog, she was much more than that. Before herself, RFA, or even Jihyun, Sally was Rika's loyal companion and first source of comfort when she needed it most. She knew that much from the many conversations her and Rika had shared. To lose someone like that... in such a horrendous and abrupt way nonetheless...

Oh God, she was starting to get really scared for Rika now. Who knew what she would do in such a vulnerable state of mind?

She clenched her free hand into a tight fist, her fingernails digging into the skin of her palm, until she had to hold herself back from wincing. At the very least, this enabled her to keep her head above water and avoid complete freeze-up. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she pushed through the paralyzing unease snaking its invisible tendrils around her body and mind, and spoke up, sounding uncharacteristically stuttery and high-pitched for her usual tone of voice. She would feel embarrassed about it, if not for the horrible situation at hand keeping all of her focus away.

"...Rika, listen to me, just- stay on the phone with me, alright? Are you at home? I'm coming right over. Just- Hold on for me, okay? I... I'll be right there. It'll be okay. I promise," Chaewon muttered hurriedly into the phone as she sprinted off from the supply closet she had tucked herself into to take this call as fast as her legs could carry her. Her heart was pounding in her chest with so much force, she was afraid it might just stop beating altogether. And, she couldn't allow that. Not right now. The words she spoke sounded extremely foolish. Of course it won't be okay. It won't ever be okay. But, she didn't know what else to say. She needed time to think, but she didn't have that luxury right now.

So, she ran.

Everything else was lost in the haze of panic, confusion, and frustration. It was probably incredibly reckless and irresponsible of her to just abandon her nursing post like this, especially right at the beginning of her night shift. But she barely gave a single thought about that right now, however selfish it was on her part. Nothing was more important than getting to Rika's side as fast as humanely possible. Before something bad could happen. Before she becomes even more afflicted than she already is, in any way or another. Chaewon was always a self-centered person, in the end. She accepted that. But Rika... Rika gave so much of herself away in order to help others, to make people smile, to give them hope for a better future.

Rika was not even comparable to Chaewon, and consequently, she did not deserve to experience such a terrible loss alone.

It was truly a miracle that she didn't get hit on her way there. Her driving was extremely erratic and dangerous. She won't be at all surprised to find a notification about a fine or two for exceeding the speed limit once this all blows over. Even if she knew, deep down, that it won't. And that was scary to think about. She told herself that she was just panicking, and that's why this harrowing feeling was scratching at her insides like a caged wild animal. The feeling of something going horribly wrong. The feeling of things collapsing and never being the same again.

Chaewon ignored it.

She was able to reach Jihyun's secluded home safely and with her car intact, thanks to pure luck. Feeling relieved wasn't possible for her, however. None of it truly mattered once she saw Rika's small trembling frame sitting all alone at the front porch, her head tucked tightly into her knees, almost like she was trying to curl herself up into the tiniest human ball imaginable. It looked painful. Chaewon was sure her back must have hurt from staying in such an unnatural position. How long had she even been like that? Seeing Rika like this broke her heart. Usually, she'd get greeted by cheerful barking and her friend's soft giggling, as she stepped through the front gate to usher her inside for a cup of fresh pomegranate tea. Now, Chaewon heard nothing but the heartbreaking sounds of hoarse sobs and labored breathing. It all felt like a big, horrible nightmare she would wake up from any minute now. Her only wish was to wake up. Oh, how she wished for this to be nothing but a cruel trick of the mind.

However, this was a reality. She had no choice but to confront it head on.

Chaewon rushed towards Rika, clumsily squatting on her knees in front of her on the pavement, her hands stopping only inches from touching her. It didn't matter that her pants were now soiled from the damp ground from the rain. It didn't matter that she accidentally grazed her hand against the edge of the wooden door that hung right open - another thing that was horribly out of place. It was as if the entire world has faded from existence, leaving only her suffering friend and the deafening sound of her own blood pumping in her temples, making it very hard to focus. She was genuinely beginning to suspect that she was on the brink of a panic attack, and she had the urge to curse outloud at the realization. Of all the times she could loose her cool, this one just had to happen.

But... She was scared.

Chaewon was incapable of providing comfort to others. She could treat a nasty-looking physical wound and not bat an eye at the blood and gore, she could fight off a bully just fine, or she come to someone's defense with a strong word or two without a second thought. But... such fragile and emotionally driven ordeals? Rika's forte was always those things. Or Jihyun's, for that matter, as much as she hated to admit that. Yet another reason why that man would always be better than her in one way or another. But, this was not the occasion for her pity party. Rika, she needs her right now. And any comfort would still be better than no comfort at all. At least, she hoped so. She didn't come here for no reason.

Don't worry about it, just do it.

"...Rika? We should-"

She failed to finish her sentence.

"-She's gone forever now, Chaewon, and it's all my fault! I'm never going to see her again. I didn't even... I didn't even get to give her any proper goodbye. She must have died in so much pain, so scared, feeling so betrayed and alone... I can't... I can't handle this. Not without her. Oh, Sally... My Sally..." Rika sobbed, choking on every painful word crawling up from her raw throat, almost like it was her own words tearing at her trachea, rather than the globus sensation that appears during emotionally vexing situations. Some part of Chaewon felt gross that she was applying her medical knowledge even in such an emotional situation. She felt like it was wrong of her. Still, Rika's breathing was growing more and more ragged with every passing second, and she needed to try and fix that. Or, at the very least, mitigate. She was aware that this was bad. This was very bad. She never saw Rika like this before. So vulnerable, so... so hurt.

She tried to tame her voice by swallowing shakily. This isn't good enough. She needed to ask: "Does V-"

Once more, Chaewon was interrupted. She was beginning to believe that she would not be able to achieve anything at this rate.

"-I thought she would be fine on her own. I thought I was doing the right thing... I swear, I-I took my eyes off of her for just a moment! I never imagined... Oh God, I couldn't do anything. Not a single thing!"

"Rika, please, you need to listen to-"

"-I wish... I-I wish it was me who got hit by that car instead! She was so much more deserving of a chance to live! She was good! Not me! I killed her! I... I hate myself. I hate myself for letting her die-!"

"-Rika! Stop it!"

As if she was on impulse, she darted close and tightened her grip on Rika's shoulders, feeling her heart dropping all the way into her stomach at such frightful words. She was experiencing pure panic at this point. Her hands were trembling. Her hands never trembled like this before. What is her responsibility here? What should she say?

Her voice was breaking, every word slipping off her tongue before she could even process them. She couldn't think straight. This was not good. She didn't act rationally whenever she got like this. She would just make everything worse, "Don't you ever say such things again! This is not your fault! These sorts of things happen all the time! Please, you had no play in any of this!"

"How can you even say that!? You weren't there!" Rika shouted back, but it sounded more like a broken wail than an angry scream. Despite everything, Chaewon's heart still hurt, "You don't know how much she suffered, you don't know what pain she was in! If I had just given her that surgery, none of this would have happened!"

Chaewon tried to calm her racing mind by running a hand through her messy black locks, which have gotten damp from the light rain trickling down on them from above. This wasn't good. She was handling this poorly, as expected. She needed to get herself together, think of something, anything. Screaming and arguing won't get her anywhere. This isn't a debate.

"...Sally wouldn't have wanted to see you blaming yourself like this, Rika," in a hushed voice, she murmured, releasing a soft sigh to calm her nerves before continuing, "She was loved by you. More than I've ever seen anyone love their pet before. And you were loved by her, too. You are still loved by her."

The tiny little sound almost that came from Rika as a response almost made Chaewon cry herself, as her friend whimpered. Rika appeared like a small helpless child, feeling scared, lost, and confused after losing something she had never expected to lose. It was absolutely heartwrenching to see.

"...I don't deserve her love. It all feels so empty. Like a part of me was ripped away, and it hurts. It hurts so much, Chaewon. I thought I was used to this pain, but... but it's too much."

She had a desire to have a separate conversation with Rika about that. There was always a part of her that knew there was more to the lighthearted beautiful woman she fell in love with a year ago. Some part of her that felt concerned about all the tiny signs she pretended not to notice, since Rika never brought them up. Some part of her that longed to be the one to ease Rika's wounded heart. But... Wouldn't that be selfish of her? Feeling wanted by someone who had only seen her as a close friend was all she wanted. It wasn't right for her to be greedy. Especially right now. Rika had Jihyun. Jihyun brought her happiness. Jihyun was supposed to make her happy.

Otherwise... what point was there in her just standing by all this time?

Without pause, Chaewon gently stroked the side of Rika's face with her fingers, discovering her skin to be damp and cold. As if the misery she was experiencing on the inside was slowly evolving and transforming what was on the outside to match its cruel image. It hurt her heart to see.

"Please don't say that..." What else could she possibly say? She couldn't bring Sally back. She couldn't ask her not to cry. She was incapable of making it all right. She felt so frustrated and helpless. If only she could take away even the smallest portion of this pain Rika was feeling and redirect it onto herself instead, she would've done so without a second thought.

"I hate this... Why did she have to suffer like this...? Why couldn't she just live a peaceful and happy life? She was good... She was pure. Not like me. What did she ever do to deserve such a horrible death? Why does God always hurt those that are innocent in such cruel ways!?"

Chaewon was uncertain about what to say to that. Rika didn't seem to be listening to her at this point. She just breathed out shakily, pulling herself up to sit beside her and carefully rest her chin atop of Rika's head, once she knew she wouldn't push her away. If only her embrace could protect her from all the pain in this world.

If only it was that simple.

"She's not in pain anymore... I promise," that was all she could muster up, however clumsy it was. In a somewhat awkward embrace, she gently held Rika's small trembling frame close. She did not compel her to release her knees or raise her head. She just wanted to make her feel that she wasn't alone right now. A small sigh escaped her, as she could feel a small damp spot slowly forming in her shirt, where Rika buried her face in, her entire body wracked with painful sobs. She wished their first embrace had not occurred under such heartbreaking circumstances, "...It wasn't your fault."

It might be more effective to be truthful instead of improvising. Rika's head was now being carefully caressed by her, and Chaewon noticed that her normally soft and beautiful golden locks were tangled and rough to the touch. It made her purse her lips tightly in displeasure: "Rika... I want to help you. In any way I can. Please... tell me what should I do. I... I don't know. I need you to tell me."

"J-Just stay. Don't leave. Please," Although Rika's voice was barely audible, she still managed to hear what she was saying. The sensation of her fingers digging into her shoulders was intense, almost to the point of being painful. She didn't care, "I'm scared..."

"Don't be. I'm here. I'm right here," Chaewon mumbled, pulled her friend close, and just let her cry. Maybe there wasn't any need for words right now. She didn't know. She just knew that she wouldn't leave her alone in such a state, "I'll be here for as long as you need me to be."

After an hour had passed, Chaewon heard a car screeching to halt near the front entrance of the house, followed by hurried footsteps. She wasn't at all surprised to see the tall man with messy mint hair once she lifted her head up from where it had loyally remained on Rika's for the past hour. A silent moment of sorrow and mutual understanding passed between the two, nothing but the sound of Jihyun's ragged breaths and the quiet pitter-patter of rain filling the air around them.

It looks like she's not the only one who dropped everything to come as soon as possible.

"...Is she...?"

"I think she fell asleep," Chaewon quietly responded, not even bothering to listen to the entire question. Rika was probably exhausted, both physically and mentally, from the immense stress she had to go through in the past few hours. No wonder she eventually just drifted off to sleep. Perhaps, it was better for her to just not think about anything for a while and sleep.

Jihyun sighed, his hands shaking noticeably while he fumbled with the corners of his jacket. Chaewon felt comforted to know that she wasn't the only one feeling overwhelmed by this situation, in an ironic sense. Finally, he spoke up again, carefully sitting down on the same porch her and Rika were nestled upon, his hand carefully brushing a strand of his fiance's hair behind her ear. There was genuine heartache in his eyes, and she had to look away from the scene dejectedly: "I came as soon as I heard. I... Is she okay? Did she..."

Chaewon believed that his question had a greater significance than simply expressing concern for his lover's well-being. She tried to get rid of that strange thought, but it persisted in the back of her mind, like a parasite slowly extending its tentacles into her mind.

It appeared that he was asking if Rika had done anything. She was unaware of whether that was to herself or someone else. But, it alarmed her nonetheless.

To avoid disturbing her unconscious friend, Chaewon shook her head slightly: "She's alright. I think. Aside from... possible raw throat, tense back and headache, she should be fine. Physically."

She was certain that she would have noticed any wounds right away.

Jihyun sighed with relief, but no joy was present. Chaewon couldn't hold him accountable for it: "Thank you... For being with her when I couldn't. I am... ever so grateful she had you by her side right now."

She felt like screaming when she saw the small smile of gratitude he gave her. Him being genuine was the most unfair aspect of it all. Jihyun was a good and caring man. Although, she had more in common with his friend Jumin, rather than the photographer himself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hate him. And her feeling so disgusted with herself was caused by the ugly feelings of jealousy and envy that were eating away at her from the inside. Jihyun considered her a dear friend, and here she was, getting all worked up over him rightfully caring and worrying over his fiance.

It's a shame that she's so selfish.

Chaewon bit the inside of her cheek in a mixture of frustration and pain, feeling the slight taste of copper on her tongue. Right. She was merely a friend. To Jihyun and Rika all the same. A close friend. Nothing more. Jihyun was the one Rika trusted the most. He knew the parts of her that she was never allowed to see.

What's the worst aspect of it all? It's that Jihyun was a better match for Rika, as she was aware. He was kind, gentle, artistic, loving. He was everything that Rika valued in a person. Chaewon's behavior was characterized by bluntness, forcefulness, and practicality. She was incapable of competing with this man for her heart. And did she even want to do that? It's not like she ever tried. She just sat back without doing or saying anything.

It seemed like there was a pattern in her life.

Agh, take a look at yourself. You're too busy feeling sorry for yourself about some stupid crush, even though your friend just lost her beloved companion. Get a grip. Chaewon quickly chastised herself as she tried to redirect her attention back to what was truly important right now, rather than her pitiful lovesickness.

"We should... probably carry her in. You should have her take a warm bath once she wakes up. Or give her a warm beverage. She might get sick after staying out in the rain like this," she mumbled quietly while untangling a few of Rika's golden curls to distract herself from something else. She certainly did not want to imagine Jihyun taking care of Rika like that. But... She wasn't one to be petty. At least not outwardly. She could be petty, angry, and upset all she wanted once she gets home, where her selfish outbursts won't harm anyone.

Jihyun carefully stood up from his spot while nodding: "Yes, you're right. I'll keep in contact with you. She might need her friend by her side once she wakes up."

"...Right."

Her friend. Chaewon prayed that she did not sound too bitter. She wished to avoid being perceived as an asshole. She made sure to help Jihyun carry Rika back into the house, offering a few more tips out of what little she knew. Of course, those were all health-related. Not much she could advise on emotions.

After drinking her stress away for a few hours that night, she sunk into bed with a bad feeling that kept her awake until early morning. A sensation of horror, disgust, and chilliness. The same one that she felt back in her car. It never left. It just faded onto the background. However, it was ever present. Demanding to be listened to. The feeling of things never being the same again. The feeling of something horrible lurking just around the corner. Something that would forever alter everything.

A point of no return. The beginning of the end.

Chaewon ignored it, just like she had done before.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #rika kim #kim rika #rika x cmc #rika x oc #oc chaewon lee #rika x chaewon #tw grieving #tw pet loss #gonna start posting my cmc stories in a more or less chronological order #aside from aus of course #chaewon and rika specifically bc their relationship is very complicated and i am excited to share its many sides #they unfortunately do not get a very happy ending bc i love to keep things realistic #but that doesn't mean they do not care for each other #also this helps get myself writing again jftjftht #i feel like sally's death is one of the most important parts in rika's downfall #after the twins' mother death and mika's manipulation #she blamed herself so much for sally's unfortunate passing #she didn't save her #she COULDN'T save her #because she didn't have control #please let me know if i should add any more warnings!#i swear more cute stuff coming soon #especially with the new wedding cg

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abovexhorizons · 8 months ago

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Isa'd begun to turn around, lips curled in frustration - he was like her older brother, always stepping in to sort out her problems - but he promptly left, just as she'd asked.

A sigh escaped dried lips, shaking her head and shrugging.

"I'm sorry about him; please, forgive us. But..."

She'd at least not rebut what he'd said, agreeing that she did want the best that she could get; they didn't disappoint, either; using part of the hilt from her broken sword they forged it anew, apologizing that it was going to take them at least 24 hours to get ready.

She didn't mind; they'd gotten here way ahead of schedule, and thus, had time to wait. Plus, Ragna was treating them to the VIP experience, wasn't he?

A girl could enjoy herself, even a little bit, in hard times.

Stepping outside, however, she'd instantly smack him on the shoulder, wordlessly leaving with a hand-wave to signal "let's go". Rika stood up, brushing herself off before trotting away, keeping up before relaxing her stride next to her human companion.

When they finally got to the inn, the room was offered free of charge; a premium suite for the three of them, though on Isa's request, Ragna was to get his own room.

She still paid the innkeep some silver, expecting Ragna to reimburse her later.

Letting weary legs crumble as she sat atop a fluffy feather duvet, she couldn't but groan out her exhaustion, turning to the only male in the room.

"What was that about, Ragna? You said you'd pay him for his services, not intimidate them! The town's petrified now. Jeez! And I didn't--"

She'd stand up - not happily, either, with how her legs groaned in response - and stride towards the taller man, poking him in the chest. He intimidated her, sure, but her problems right now outweighed that fear.

"-- Need your help with bartering, either! I had it under control, and you came barging in after I told you to wait outside."

Isa could only huff out her frustrations, hand running along the back of her neck; a small tick of anxiety, nothing more for her. She was used to keeping disorderly men in line.

"Please; I appreciate having you here. You've already made mine - our - lives so much easier. I'd hate to feel like I regret that; you're a wanted man after all. Let me handle the talking; you handle the rest, got it?"

She didn't want to seem too pushy, letting a small, awkward smile cross her lips as she'd sit back down, head rested against the wall behind her.

"Well, we're here now, that's what matters; I am shattered (and not because of my earlier vomiting, thank you!), but a good soak and some food would probably go a long way. What's your thoughts, big guy?"

They could easily unlink from him, as nobody had really seen them together extensively yet, but on one part if he could help them, he'd very much prefer that but at least he was able to get them out of danger and this far, and he hoped for more.

That said, if he really wanted to buy their friendship? Isa couldn't be more wrong. If anything, he wasn't expecting either of them to consider him a friend, not even anything remotely positive, no matter if he was doing so much for them.

What was all this? Well... Simply doing things he felt right to do. It was literally that. Nothing else.

"...Do you really think I have a use for money? And I don't mean to say that to show off." He rose yet another good point, "Of course, I still carry it around for when I need to use it and I have it to spare, I find it better to use it this way then letting the higher ups just 'reclaim it' as much as I could otherwise, from potentially dirty hands to others." Revealing the expected truth about authorities, at least sometimes and depending who went to pick up after his messes.

Sharing that as they walked along, once they spotted the smoke, sticking out among other related businesses, that had to be their clear destination right there.

"Oh, let me go in with you still, as long as Rika doesn't mind waiting? If not I'll help you place your order in and come right out." Offering, he stepped right up, and as soon as she did, when the first men inside noticed him? The entire area went silent, everyone was in disbelief, they couldn't begin to grasp the Grim Reaper had stopped by here out of nowhere, and he waved at everyone as if he was the most friendly man in the world, smiling softly...

Of course, again, if she still wanted him to wait outside, he'd only make sure of one thing.

"Give her the best damn service, yeah? That's all I want." And asking politely, everyone was on edge and ready as he was pointing to his new acquaintance.

Why did he offer to help them? She could just ask directly soon when they were at their lodgings later.

#ragnaofazure #{knight clad in shining armor | isa}

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ir-dr · 4 years ago

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Day 3022 - 1 February 2021

I believe what you said

.//projectTiGER

#projecttiger #higurashi when they cry #Furude Rika #houjou satoko #doodle #higugou has repeatedly broken my legs week after week #nekodamashihen? more like minnadamashihen im dying higugou

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yuuhta · 4 years ago

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pairing: okkotsu yuuta/reader

genre: fluff

short description: okkotsu yuuta as a boyfriend hcs (contains spoilers)

warnings: none, just slight cursing

ok first of all, oh my fucking gosh...... he is very very VERY sweet and caring, sometimes you get worried you might just melt with the amount of love he gives you!!!

boy loves you a LOT

AND yes our shy boy yuuta can sometimes be unknowingly very clingy!!

sometimes when you're both just chilling on the stairs beside the school's track field, he'll pull you by the waist and then lean his head on top of yours as he rub random circles with his other hand on your palm.

or when u two r just chilling on his/your bed, he'll play with ur hair or he'll wrap his legs around yours to lock your body with his and he loves staying in that position!!!!!

he loves feeling ur breath on his skin whenever u're wrapped around each other, it never failed to comfort him/put a gentle and soft smile on his face :""")

YES YES HE LOVES CUDDLES OH MY GOSH

IS HE CUTE OR IS HE CUTE????

and when the other three r there seeing u both flirt, they’re like 😳🤮😦 what is this soft pda we r witnessing here rn

k i might have overused the word "sometimes" there but it's true, he's not rlly clingy all the time!!!!!

HE'S V THOUGHTFUL UGHHH (yuuta is setting the standard here ok!! strong and powerful sorcerer but really sweet and kind boyfriend shfsjjffGjK BITCH WHO WOULDN'T WANT HIM!!!!)

he would often bring you your favorite food, esp when u say u're hungry!!!! he'll definitely rush to your fave restaurant right away just to get you some food ❤❤ :((

and like, b4 u two had ur first kiss, OF COURSE he asked u first if's ok with u!!!! he didn’t just uncontrollably launched himself to u (which was totally OKAY with u even if he did lmaoo he’s just too precious pls) (honestly u’re the more aggressive one in here....)

he’s submissive in general BUT NGL if u want him to take control of things HE WOULD TAKE CONTROL I'M TELLING U

ok but tbh he's actually very clueless when it comes to romance..... he might have made promises to marry a childhood friend back then when they were KIDS but honestly, other than that, he's got no other experience with dating.... or romance, in general.

speaking about childhood friends, he would often reassure you that he's over rika!!! you don't really bring it up but he KNOWS it would sometimes cross your mind (esp when he still wore the ring rika gave him, even after you two started dating (u only started dating yuuta after the curse was broken !!!) ...... the amount of reassurance he gave you just to make sure u aren't bothered by it is just :_) ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤)

ok it's not like you're some v possessive bitch who thinks rika, who has already passed away, can still steal yuuta from you. u know v well that yuuta has moved on already.

it's just that the bond they shared over the couple of years, before the curse has been broken, is different. it's definitely not your typical childhood friends kinda trope.

the circumstances here r totally different !! if it was just a normal childhood friends trope, it would've been a bit easier to weave though. BUT yeah, after what happened and all, ofc it's impossible for him to just suddenly erase rika in his brain. it's not like u’re forcing him to do that, u don’t even bring the topic up but yeah

he just simply reassures u that he is over rika and that's that.

he tells u that even if rika was still alive, and then he met you, he would choose you, and that he was sure of it.

u wanted to tell him that it was unnecessary for him to tell u that but if u were being honest, that really did cross ur mind. u thought that if rika was still alive, maybe ur relationship with yuuta would turn out differently.

u didn't really feel v bothered by the thought bcs it was pointless to think abt that now, but still, the thought still came to your mind and yuuta just made sure that u know he loves u so much.

ANYWAY ur relationship is very healthy!!!! the two of u have a rule to always communicate if something's bothering the other.

IN THIS RELATIONSHIP the fear of speaking out doesn't exist OK!!!!

yes the TRUST u both have on each other is just very big!!

so yea yuuta going abroad doesn't mean y'all r going to break up!!!!! it's not even permanently, just for a short amount of time. u miss him a lot and he misses u too but him going abroad temporarily doesn't rlly mean u'll both lose feelings bcs of the distance!!!!

as for u two, the heart just grew fonder :")

so anyways as mentioned above, HE IS CLUELESS ABT DATING!!!!!

he's really just so sweet and IS A BIG GENTLEMAN so he seems like he's v knowledgeable about dating bcs of that

but yea whew.... he knows u love him a lot but he DOES NOT realize the things that he can make u feel......

LIKE HE ABSOLUTELY HAS NO IDEA ABT THE POWER HE HAS OVER U

HE CAN LITERALLY ASK FOR THE WORLD AND U'LL TRY TO GIVE IT TO HIM !!!

ok big simp alert big simp alert 🚨🚨🚨🚨

shjdjshh DAMN THIS PRECIOUS BOY

he seems like a quiet and timid person, but when hanging out with you, he actually talks A LOT!!!

and is super enthusiastic abt it !!!! LIKE when a person really seems interested in a conversation ???? IYKYK

he's definitely the opposite of a dry texter

sometimes he can unintentionally reply v late bcs he's not really someone who checks his phone much but when u actually send him a chat and he's holding his phone, the two of you can go on hours just chatting about random topics!!!!

and y'all know that the students stay in a dorm, right????

yuuta would greet u good morning and good night in person !!!!!

if he can't say it in person (like, if you or him went out on a mission early), he would just text u or call u :")

ALSO HE SAYS “I LOVE YOU” A LOT

AAHHHHHHH PRECIOUS BOY INDEED INDEED!!!

my heart????? yes yuuta maybe u can take it ???

he was v shy at first and even struggled at pronouncing the three words but now that he's way more comfortable with u,, HE SAYS I LOVE YOU EVEN AT RANDOM TIMES

AND IT CAN CATCH U OFF GUARD !!!!! DAMN U'RE ONLY HUMAN OK U GET WEAK SOMETIMES TOO

he will randomly knock at ur door around 2am, still groggy from just waking up, just to tell u to go to sleep !!

he knows when u're still awake!!!! bcs u often stay up late just to watch or read some stuff, he just knows if u’re still at it

he says sleeping late isn't good for u

and since u're a gOoD girl, u try to go to sleep, but now you're on bed with your eyes wide opened, thinking abt yuuta.....

i mean who wouldn't think abt him after he just made u go to sleep bcs he thinks it's not healthy for u

the concern makes u feel GIDDY every damn time

lucky HOE

so anw u would sometimes go to his room just to give him some food or some sweets, or to just hang out tbh

and every time he would open the door and see u, his face would TOTALLY LIGHT UP !!

honestly simple basic stuff like this definitely warms his heart!!!!

LOVES HUGS :”) bYE

whenever u play with his hair or scratch on his scalp lightly, he would MELT

this guy is such a sucker for affection u have no idea

you're such an intoxicating presence for him and he loves u so much

SO ofc ofc u give him all the love and affection !!!!

yuuta wasn't really as confident as he is now compared to the the start of ur relationship

he just got bolder as time passed but he used to be such a shy boy

as i said he can be v clingy!! but sometimes, he would still get flustered when u would suddenly hold his hand or peck him on the cheek or lips !!!!

ok so in general, he would get flustered whenever he's not the one initiating the affection.... such a cutie oh my beloved

he doesn’t really use endearing nicknames a lot and prefers to call u by ur name BUT U DON’T CARE

THE WAY UR NAME WOULD ROLL OUT OF HIS LIPS IS JUST......... HEART EYES

on the other hand, u would sometimes use some really sweet nickname for him like "beloved" or "sweetheart" and tbh yuuta gets flustered when u do so dhkshdskjd but YEA y'all both just call each other by the name usually bcs it just hits different IYKYK OK

OTL IS HE THE MOST PRECIOUS BOYFRIEND EVER OR IS HE THE MOST PRECIOUS BOYFRIEND EVER

overall, u're in a very healthy, genuine, and wholesome relationship with okkotsu yuuta!!! he’s a very adorable, gentle, loving and caring boyfriend <3 pls protecc at all cost (even if he doesn’t rlly need protection ksdfjskj)

#okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x you #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #okkotsu yuuta #i literally wrote this in a few minutes #...... but yea i want to get it out of the drafts already so here it is #this is literally me rambling lmAOOO #to be edited

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shintin · 3 years ago

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Forget Me Not: Chapter 28 (Forget Me Not)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don’t like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: Nothing for you, but I was really upset when I wrote this chapter. I love Y/N so much...

Author Note: The next chapter will contain SMUT, a shameless one! Could you wait for it? :D

Song Recommendation: Forget Me Not-The Civil Wars

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

Four days after Rika and Y/N's encounter

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass made the silence of the room even more unbearable.

The infirmary felt much smaller than usual. Like there was something outside pressing against the windows, aching to come in. Maybe it was the noise. It probably was the noise.

Tap.

A thousand, million taps at once. The language of water. And yet, the air inside seemed heavy, or about to be.

The lines of water blurred the scenery of bloomed trees outside the window, but it didn't matter. She had the image anchored in her mind of all the mornings spent looking out the same window.

She exhaled deeply and tried to capture the smell of the rain as much as she could with her next inhale. The ancients used to call it Petrichor, the earthy fragrance produced when rain falls on dry soil.

"Y/N, do you think you can keep staring at the rain and ignore me?" A voice was heard by a man seated in a chair a few meters from her bed, arms crossed.

He always wore his black clothes from head to toe with his famous sunglasses. Except that this time his frowns were tangled, and it seemed that procrastination further on would not end in anyone's favor.

Y/N sighed, slowly pulling her legs towards her abdomen below the blanket and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her fingers found each other, locking together while her teeth began to chew her lips.

She knew where that conversation would lead. So she took one big breath and tried not to look into Yaga's eyes, "I'm listening."

"I expected more from you," the school principal's voice was filled with regret. Of course, he cannot be blamed because he never thought that Y/N would be someone who might lie or hide anything from him. Was he wrong about her to begin with? Maybe she was actually someone who could slit everyone's throat in sleep, cold heart. His trust had obviously been betrayed.

"I'm sorry," she pressed her lips together and lowered her head. Now her hair was on the side of her face, and thankfully, the strands helped her sad eyes get covered behind them. It wasn't the first time anyone had been disappointed in her, but still, it hurt even more. Because this man, Yaga Masamichi, was the one who accepted her into that school and allowed her to have a permanent roof over her head and a little family around after years.

"How long were you planning on not telling me?" His voice wasn't angry at all, and somehow Y/N wished he could yell at her, curse her, or something like that because she could assimilate it more easily than the frustration of his tone. He wasn't furious; he was sorry.

"I wanted to hide it whenever I could." There was nothing left to lie about. Everybody knew everything or got to know everything sooner or later. But who could predict what might happen next? Expel? Exile? Arrest? Worst of all, the execution? After all, what she had done was worthy of the harshest punishment under the laws of the jujutsu world.

"This issue will not pass unnoticed by the Higher Ups," he removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "I can't even imagine the reaction of the head of the Gojo family and the elders. They won't tolerate it at all."

The blood in her veins froze, and shivers fell down her spine. Did the room get cold? The room was probably cold, or why should Y/N tremble?

"He is the heir of six eyes, the holder of the limitless technique and the future head of the Gojo clan, while from their point of view, you are a cursed womb. A half curse. A murderer. They won't understand this." He closed his eyes. When and where did the whole thing go off the rails?

And was that a sin?

Y/N's hands tightened, and her knuckles went white. If anyone looked, they would see that her nails were digging into her bare skin. Old habits never die. She used to grip something or gasp her fist tightly to the point where blood could be drawn from it. If Satoru were there, he wouldn't allow it. He wasn't there, though, was he?

It didn't seem to matter how much Satoru whispered in her ear that she was the most beautiful creature in the world because apparently, she was just a beautiful human being in his eyes. She was always supposed to remain in the minds of others like a monster.

That's what Toji said. Sorcerers accepted nobody but themselves. And unfortunately, Y/N wasn't the same as them. No. Not at all.

Tears slowly slipped over her cheeks, leaving damp spots on the blanket.

Cry.

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday. She wasn't upset with Yaga. He was the only one who had told her the truth. The truth that was forgotten by all.

"Is it so hard?" She sighed, leaning back to the cold metallic headboard behind her.

Yaga stared at her, frowning so slightly, "is what so hard?"

"To accept me," she looked at the traces of her nails in her palm, glancing over at him. "Could it really be so hard to accept someone like me?"

He bit the inner corner of his left cheek and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that it might stop him from saying anything he would regret. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while tying his fingers together. He let out a small whisper as he reopened his eyes. "Perhaps."

She turned her face towards the window. The saddest part was realizing that she had fallen madly in love with what could never be. Was crying a remedy to the pain? Was the sky rainier or her eyes?

She took a deep breath, starting to talk with faltering words, "he's stupid, annoying, I mean really annoying, but he is sweet. He's kind of crazy, but he's real. He is a joker but he is so adorable at time. He irritates me like hell, but then he really cares about me. He is...he is...he is perfect, you know." She had a bitter smile hanging from her lips. Bitter than Shiraz wine.

"It's normal," he whispered. "That's just the way love works."

It warmed her heart that at least he valued her enough not to make a mockery of her feelings. Value enough to believe that she too can fall in love. She turned her face to Yaga and gathered the courage to utter her following words while squeezing the sheets tightly.

"I am no fool. I know he is not mine." Have anyone heard the song named Gloomy Sunday? Yeah, the so-called Hungarian Suicide Song pushed more than 100 people to end their lives. Yep. That one. Y/N's tone was gloomier than that song.

Yaga got up to go to Y/N but stopped within walking distance. Aha, right. He remembered. He remembered that in this great world, it was only Satoru who could touch her, take her in his arms, comfort her, love her. And he, cruelly, asked her to let go of that person, that love, that rare of hope in her doomed life. Yaga shook his head. After all, mourning was better than dying.

He looked at her. He could swear that the cracks in her heart were visible through her eyes. He could see the pain she was feeling just by looking at her face. But he knew that sometimes you had to hurt someone to help them.

"And I don't think he ever will be." Were they tears or drops of blood? Whatever they were, it didn't matter anymore because Y/N wiped them with the back of her hand, "and maybe that's a good thing, because things are never how you imagine, and having expectations only ever sets a creature like me up to disappointment." She closed her eyes and wished him to be by her side, wiping away her tears. "I know this love will break me. It might tear me apart and shatter me into a million little pieces like I'm a sheet of glass. And the worst part is that I would let it." Her voice cracked, and her sobs filled the room.

Unfortunately, she also knew she needed to give up the feelings she had for Satoru. She had to stop loving him wholeheartedly. She had to because he wasn't hers. She had been through enough. She had to let him go now. She needed to. But love was something she'd never experienced before. So she couldn't find it in herself to do so.

Yes, on the other side of the infirmary walls, go a little further. In another building, at the end of the hall, as soon as the hands of the clock stopped at 10, the Sensei dismissed first-years from the classroom.

The white-haired man yawned while interlocking his fingers and extending his arms backward. He leaned back in his chair, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the raindrops sliding on the window, sticking one to another and getting bigger and bigger till fall down.

Satoru sighed, bringing down his hands and placing them into his pocket. He stood up and moved out the window. Spring clouds could rain for hours and wash everything away. Even those pink cherry blossoms. In fact, these flowers especially, because they adorned the earth more than the heavenly branches of the trees.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to him. "This will cheer her up," a smile settled on his lips. He walked away from the window, clapped, and a few seconds later, he was on the sidewalk through the Aoyama Flower Market.

"Satoru, why are we here? What if someone sees us?" Y/N, with frowning eyebrows, looked around anxiously while biting her nails.

Satoru took a few steps, leaned over her and pulled her finger out of her mouth, and held her hand in his. "You're like a naughty girl, Y/N, chewing nails? Really?"

Y/N tried to take her hand away from him. "Look who is speaking! You told me we were on a mission, but you brought me here!" She took another look. It was as if she was sure to see someone familiar's face at any moment. When she turned her head, she faced his ocean blue eyes. Ah, those gates of hell.

"Trust me, none of the people we know or the higher Ups will come here. This is a special place! It's a flower shop combined with a tea café!" He lifted her hand and laid his lips on her knuckles. Her hands were always soft but cold. Cold as hell. Like she needed him to make her feel alive.

"Somewhere special, Han? Satoru, how many of your whores did you come here with?" She narrowed her eyes and placed her other hand on her waist, waiting for his embarrassing answer.

"You're the first," he grinned and stuck out his tongue, earning gentle hits on his shoulder from Y/N. "You know, you shouldn't punch your boyfriend on Valentine's Day; you should shower him with kisses and roses." He laughed, and the sound of his laughter warmed her heart.

"Roses? You like roses? Don't say you expect me to bring you chocolate as well!" She searched for the signs on his face. But there was nothing on his face, but a smug smile.

Satoru gave her a soft peck near her lips. "Nah, my other whores can buy me sweets and roses, I just need you to let me take you on a date," he muttered, loud enough for her to hear as he slowly inched in, hovering close enough to feel her pulse. "Please, Y/N," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. His hot breath caressed her neck. Her weak spot.

But Satoru was mistaken. Her weakness was never her neck. Her weakness was the man standing before her that she would never be able to say no. The smile on her face already gave him an answer. He didn't even hesitate in having her waist caged around his arms. He melded his lips with hers, and she sighed into his mouth. He kissed her even deeper, and she melted down in his hug.

That day, the two held hands and sat at that tea bar like normal couples talking and laughing. After all, the world could spin even without them.

"If you don't like roses, then what's your favorite flower?" Satoru asked as he was raising his fork to attack her strawberry cake.

"Forget me not," she answered.

Satoru lifted his head and looked at her bewildered. "Why should I forget you?" He reached out to her and took her hand with a gentle squeeze. "I'll never forget you, Y/N."

She stared at his face with surprise, then broke out laughing. She put her hand over her tummy and tried to wipe the tears around her eyes. "Forget me not flowers; Myosotis! Oh my God, Satoru! You really took it seriously!" And she kept laughing as he rolled his eyes, leaning on his chair with his arms folded.

Recalling the said memory, a smile landed on Satoru's lips, and he made long steps towards the flower shop. Maybe the heavy rain or the loud thunder made no one wonder where this man in the black uniform suddenly appeared and why he did not get wet in the rain.

He entered and looked for a flower with blue petals and bright yellow centers. He knew that forget me not bloomed only for seven weeks during April and May. And gotcha! He found them. The flowers symbolized true love and fidelity.

Once Satoru paid for the bouquet, he rushed out of the shop, looked at his watch, and then looked around. There wasn't anyone there.

The shopkeeper ran after him. "Sir, sir, you have forgotten the rest of your money," but there was no sign of that tall man with white hair.

Because he had appeared in front of the school building a long time ago and was walking towards the infirmary when he noticed that Yaga was leaving the room with a sad face, he knew what had happened. He cursed himself that he had not come earlier.

The principal closed the door behind him and noticed the sorcerer standing there with a bouquet, looking at him with a serious face that he had not seen on his face in the last 12 years. When did that last happen? It was when his best friend massacred an entire village. But let's not go back in time.

"Tell me you didn't tell her the nonsense you dug in my brain for a few days!" He brought down the bouquet and clenched his fist. Why should everyone's nose be in his life? His rage was not hidden anymore. Didn't they know he could destroy all his opponents in no time?

"I did. Maybe she has a better understanding of what it means to her to have her name beside yours. If you weren't so selfish, you'd see it too!" Yaga knew that what he was saying could drive his old student to the brink of insanity, but one had to remind the truth to these two idiots in love. Because they both seemed to be blind and forgot how dangerous the higher Ups could be, especially his own father.

"I told you two days ago as well! I'm not blind or anything! I fell in love with her knowing who she truly was! I stayed in love with her because no one else made me feel the way she did. I still fell in love with her every day because there's no one I picture my future with other than her. Don't you forget this! I won't repeat it again!"

"You're signing her execution order, Satoru! They will never ever accept her as a person! She is a half..." Yaga wanted to say the word, but Satoru interrupted him. Enough was enough. He was known as an irresponsible, goofy, and light-headed sorcerer, but guess what, he also had red lines, which did not have good consequences for anyone who wanted to cross them. And above all, it was not afraid to show his power and establish his domination.

He lifted his forefinger in a threatening manner before Yaga. "You or those old farts don't dare call her half curse, a monster, or what crappy names you've given her!" He was outraged. "She is someone with a huge heart. She'll bend over backward and fold herself in half, helping out people if she can do anything! Her loyalty to me and those that mean something to her is unheard of nowadays. She smiles as she has never been hurt, and if you didn't know her, you wouldn't ever imagine her to be ever hurt! But it happens a lot. More than anyone realizes. Because she fucking stands there to take everyone's pain to her heart! How do you dare to call her a creature when she is even more human than me?" He sighed with wrath, and his chest rose and fell with every breath and exhale.

"Satoru, she is a wanted murderer. Her hand is stained with blood," Yaga gambled and dared to stare into where his piercing eyes were hidden under his sunglasses.

"So what? Me, you and everyone else in the jujutsu world, all of us have blood-stained hands! How can you allow yourselves to sit in a position of power and despise her? And quit saying that she manipulates my feelings! I am perfectly aware of the demons in her with whom she fights constantly! And let me tell you this one thing because you like to pretend that you are caring about her, she is a lot worse to herself than anything that could be said to her. You haven't seen her face when she wakes up with a nightmare," he rubbed his forehead, remembering her frightened eyes and shaking hands. Her past was still chasing her, even between his arms, and what did it mean to be the strongest when you couldn't protect your beloved?

He made his way to the infirmary, but before going inside, he stood by Yaga's side, and without looking at his face, he put his hand on his shoulder. No pressure, no threat. His voice came out husky. "She is not made of sugar and spice and everything nice. But rather fire and lighting and everything that scares. People see smoldering flames, raging winds, and they think that she's scary. They think that she can hurt them. But really, she just tends to burn herself down." He dropped his hand. "Tell them, if they hurt her, I will hurt them. I'm not afraid of shedding blood, again."

He opened the door and went inside, and Yaga stood there, with just one thought; when a devil falls in love, it's the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever, and you should be terrified for he will go to the depths of hell for her.

Satoru closed the door behind him. "Honey, I'm hoooomeee!" No sign of the menacing tone. No, nothing. He happily announced his arrival, but noticed that Y/N didn't even turn her face to look at him.

She was standing in front of the open window, staring out. Her hands were wrapped around her body as the cold breeze was washing over her face, moving her soft strands of hair. 'Is she losing weight?' Satoru thought to himself.

"Hello, Satoru," her voice was lost between the sound of raindrops and the squeaking of the old window.

Which book of poetry was her nest in her previous lives? Was she a poem by Rumi? Was she a lost script from Shakespeare? Was she André Gide's famous Nathaniel? No, no, and no. She was something more, something more precious. She was his. His Y/N.

He put his glasses in his pocket and approached her from behind. His right hand slowly crept around her belly, while his right hand held the flower in front of her.

The warmth moved in only to meet the coldness of her skin. She felt it all. Like how a touch of his finger was enough to bring her back to life, again and again, force her heart to beat, again and again. But what about the day that she would wake up alone without him by her side? What about those fucking days, Y/N? So she acted selfishly; she took in his warmth and carried it in her heart. She would need it on her long sleepless nights.

A sad smile settled on her lips as she took the bouquet from his hand. "You remembered?" She raised the bouquet and buried her nose in those beautiful, delicate blue flowers, but she recalled. They had almost no scent at all. No one was able to remember them by their smell. The forget me not flowers were doomed to be forgotten. What an irony.

She sighed and pressed the bouquet onto her chest. After all, she was a forget me not.

Now Satoru's arms were free to embrace her even tighter, snatching her coldness even better. "I never forgot to remember," he murmured while resting his chin on her shoulder and leaving soft pecks on her neck. She could feel the muffled beat of his heartbeat. The scent of vanilla and sweets filled her nostrils.

How did Higher Ups expect her to leave behind this touch, this smell, and all her memories? Was it even possible?

He pressed his body against hers, and she was well aware that one day his scent would linger on her clothes, but he would no longer be there to hold her. Her cold fingers brushed his warm ones. "Thank you, Satoru," her voice cracked and caught in her throat. She chewed her lower lip to swallow down the gulp.

Satoru closed his eyes and cursed Yaga in his heart. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent. His nose glided over her ear in what appeared to be caressing movements. She could sense the tip of his nose and his lips touching her scalp. He was drinking in her scent, trying to engrave the smell in his mind.

Satoru's breath hit the crook of her neck, "I want to remember us just as we are now, in love," his hands never left her body. He never moved away. Instead, he pulled her to him, more, more and more.

Both stayed that way for a minute, not moving, not thinking, not worrying.

Y/N exhaled, and he could hear a slight tremble in her breath. He gently took the bouquet out of her hand and laid it upon the bed. Then he turned her around. She attempted to hide her face, but nothing could remain hidden from the six eyes. His thumb and forefinger gently grabbed her chin and lifted it. His eyes fleetingly glazed over as a single teardrop rolled down her cheek, and as she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth tightened. Soon one tear became two, four, six, eight, and instead of exhaling, she violently gasped for air with every sob. Her eyes became the color of a vibrant sunset.

"Y/N?" He cupped her cheeks, wiping away the acidic tears with his palm, "I'm here, I'll always be here, here by your side."

"I can't do it!" She burst out, her eyes filling to the brim with tears.

"What?" His eyes rested on her trembling lips as his fingers kept caressing her cheeks, "what can't you do?"

She laid her head on his chest. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that he deserved better, someone not hated, someone who could give him kids, a family, a happy life. But instead, she just shook her head, swallowing hard, her words a breathless whisper, "I love you," she had to tell him she loved him as much as she could, held him close as much as she had time.

The author of the story had noticed what was going on in Y/N's heart. The author knew she was thinking about leaving, but her feet were failing her. Y/N even asked the author to write about her leaving him, begged her to characterize it as an act of bravery, as an act of freedom. And the author tried her best to turn it into something beautiful. But to be honest, it wasn't beautiful. It was just leaving. It was just walking away with a throat full of pebbles and trying not to choke.

Thus, instead of separation, the author decided to write about love. About her love for him. About the fact that she always knew that he wasn't hers to keep. And that's why after talking to Yaga, she kissed him an extra thousand times. She always gazed an extra few seconds before looking away. She listened extra carefully when he spoke because she knew she needed to replay his voice when she was alone.

She stayed up all those nights to watch him sleep instead of getting any rest herself. She tried to memorize every curve and mark on his body so that she would not forget when he left. She watched him dream and knew that she would never be able to see those moments again. Because sometimes in life, things are only built to break.

She ran her fingers through his hair and moved her hands back to his body to cherish every inch of him. And he knew well what it was about.

"I know Yaga was here," he pressed her head to his chest and started tracing circles on her skin, "did he say something?" His voice came out as a whisper as he left a kiss on her temple.

She was so tired. The words of Yaga still rang in her ears. "He just said the elders think that you should be with an eligible candidate, not a heartless murderer," her voice came out as emotionless mumbles. Her soul had left her body the second she had heard those statements.

What does Satoru Gojo do under difficult circumstances? The correct answer is that he jokes. Yes. That's his escape. That's what he did that day, too.

"He called you a heartless murderer?" He grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and pulled her away, raising his eyebrow in surprise, "but you're only a regular type of murderer; that's unforgiven!" He stared into her face, seeking a sign of a smile, and it didn't take him long to find it because Y/N would always smile at his stupid jokes.

She suddenly burst into a peal of absurd laughter. Eruptions of crazed, intermittent laughs. It was rippling up through her belly, and they were doubled over until she couldn't even breathe.

"Y/N? Y/N? Listen to me," he shook her shoulders, trying to bring back senses to her mind. He lowered his head, looking her right in the eyes, "they cannot invalidate my feelings. They don't get to do that. I won't allow it," he leaned his forehead to hers, "I don't care if I deserve someone better, because I want you," He took her hands, the hands that were stained with the blood, "because there is nothing better than you."

Her breath caught in her throat. The words were a promise, a promise she didn't know if anyone could keep.

"Satoru, your clan..." her sentence remained unfinished because he interrupted her, "fuck my clan!" His eyes and voice were defiant, "in spite of my clan I will love you, in spite of my clan I will choose you, you know why?" He asked with a firm tone, "because you're my clan, Y/N! And if we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one!"

He knew what she was like, what she'd done. He wasn't a madman in love (maybe he was, who cares!), and yet he wanted her anyway. He had seen her. All of her. With her skin peeled back, her heart bare. She was inside out for him.

"I love you, Satoru, I love you so much," she muttered against his mouth, eyes closed.

"I need you to say it then," Satoru raised his hand, brushing the corner of her lips with his thumb.

"I'll say whatever you want," she had nothing to lose but him—her only wealth.

"Then say that you belong to me. I want you to tell me everything. I'm a selfish bastard, Y/N! I want you to tell me how much you love me and why. Fuck it!" His chest ached with pain. He was feeling her pain in his heart, or maybe she was the only one who could take the breath away from the strongest. "I want you at 2 am under me in my bed, and at 2 pm across from me on a lunch date! I want everything you are and everything you have to offer, as long as it's you. Because in the end it's only you!"

She felt his hands surrounding her body. But this wasn't enough for her. She needed him more. She had to save him for her future days. The days that she will yearn for a bit of touch from him, but a famine will devastate her. She must have scraped off that painful itch that had formed in the hollow of her being. "Satoru, kiss me," she implored, grasping his collar as her voice was about to cry with desperation.

His hand went down a bit, enough to touch her butt. While the other one pressed her chest to his, and she was about to ask again that he kissed her. He kissed her gently at first, soft skin gliding over softer skin before he pulled her lower lip between his, drawing it slightly. Then, as his embrace became more heated, his hand clasped around her neck, stroking up and down until he felt she relaxed.

His kiss was deliberate and unhurried as if he were speaking to her silently, saying with the brush of his lips on hers what he couldn't say in words. He left small kisses across her mouth, each saying she was precious, irreplaceable, wanted.

Y/N reached to cup the back of his neck, to tangle her fingers in the silky white strands of his hair, to feel his pulse hammering against her palms.

His grip on her was firm as he explored her mouth thoroughly with his. The movement of his tongue as he flicked it lightly across her lips sent delicious shudders through her whole body. Her bones melted, and her nerves seared. She wanted him closer so badly; it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread out from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hand in his hair and set her skin to burn.

And as if he could read her mind, his self-control slipped, and his gentleness began to blossom into a more demanding urgency. Their kisses grew deeper and deeper as if they could breathe each other, consume each other, devour each other whole.

They were so drowned in exploration that they didn't even hear the sound of a door opening, and only the cough of the blond man brought them back to reality.

Y/N quickly pulled her lips back, and Satoru turned his head in surprise to face a Nanami holding the eyes of Yuji with one hand and Megumi with the other. Unfortunately, Kento Nanami was just a human being and had no more than two hands to cover the round eyes of Nobara, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki as well.

Satoru grinned and looked at Y/N over his shoulder; her cheeks were no different from the cherry blossom. She had her head down, and her hair was doing a great job of covering her shame.

It was the moment Satoru Gojo had been waiting for a long time; to take her out of the shadows and to greet the sun with her; to be able to hold her hand in front of everyone and finally take her to a proper date.

He knew Y/N wouldn't like what he was about to do, but this time he wouldn't let her decide. No more playing with her rules.

Satoru put his hand around Y/N's shoulders and pulled her towards him. She glared at him anxiously, only to meet that bastard's smirk. "Hey everyone, have you met my girlfriend, Y/N Kamo?"

Her mouth was open in shock because she believed that as long as you could keep anything secret, it would be safe. But he was the one who wanted to shout his love out loud because nobody had ever been able to steal what he had. But he was unaware that fate was no ordinary thief.

Satoru's hand slipped out of her shoulders, and his fingers interwoven with hers. He smiled and gently pressed her hand between his own, meaning: Trust me. Trust me; I will never let anyone harm us, trust me.

And she trusted him. No question asked.

And at that very moment, many things happened.

First: The students saw the whole thing, which meant that sooner or later, the news would spread everywhere.

Second: No one noticed, but a faint smile landed on Nanami's lips. He knew that no matter how strong his friend was, he couldn't resist what had been written on his forehead. Kismet.

Third: Satoru knew that the whole world would come for them, and he couldn't wait to watch them try.

Fourth: For a moment, Y/N believed that love could conquer all difficulties, surmount all obstacles, and affect what to any other power would be impossible.

They had yet to know that they were all wrong.

A/N: Aoyama Flower Market

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