#purple rain || modern fujiko au

[bloodiedwisteria]

Why. Why was every deity teasing her with something she couldn't have. She felt herself burn hot; the feelings all swirling and mixing inside her. She opened her lips to apologise, to say that she was so intensely jealous... But... Once again his lips on hers. Was this torment or was it a gift? For now she'd take it as the latter, she wanted Yoriichi to open up, to give her enough of a crack for her to talk to him through. It seemed to have worked a little too well. But the sudden bubbling feeling like hundreds of butterflies in her chest and stomach made her relax a little, holding to Yoriichi like he was the last tangible thing on this earth. Gently reciprocating the kisses.

His embrace was firm yet gentle, his fingers combing through her hair as he let his calloused hand slip to caress the back of her neck. His other hand rested against her lower back, his thumb gently tapping against her spine.

Yoriichi vividly remembered the whole mourning process; he could recall the kindness shown to him during the most difficult time of his life. He never thought he would have to bury both his wife and their child at once. Fujiko and her family had been there for him when he had nothing else.

Was he ready to let someone in?

He didn't know, but after she had shown him such kindness and understanding, he couldn't just push her away when she poured her heart out to him.

Maybe he needed this.

Wordlessly he would use the hand on the back of her neck to gently tilt her head back before he pressed his lips against hers.

After all, the rain wouldn't let up anytime soon.

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She didn't understand why she did it, but it just felt like the right time. She did help her sisters run the family temple but today she was free, and when she got the text she got a little flutter in her chest. She ended up rushing over, having thrown on her clothes that she tended the temple gardens in, a pair of jeans that had holes in the knees and a lemon yellow t-shirt along with dark trainers. Back to the moment in time, she stared back at Yoriichi before laughing into her gloves. "...Earth to Yoriiiiiiiichiiiiiiii"

💖 - From human!Fujiko

meme || blue - modern

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

The day had been off to a sunny start- the perfect day for Yoriichi to tend to his garden; he had even texted one of his friends, inviting her over to help with some routine pruning and such. In preparation for her visit, Yoriichi had cut some fresh melon into star shapes and set out some cold soda for them to enjoy while they worked. When Fujiko arrived, her host was already hard at work in the garden that sat at the side of his residence, a thin layer of sweat adding a soft glow to his skin as he knelt, pulling small weeds from the soil. The moment he noticed her, he would greet the woman, offering her a pair of gardening gloves before they continued on the work together...well, until a sudden downpour caused them to flee to the small tool shed. He didn't know how long they stood in the shed, dirt smudged on their faces as they laughed and made small talk, the kind that made you feel as if you had known this person forever.

What he had not been expecting was the gentle feeling of soft lips against his own, hands delicately placed on his chest, though the contact only lasted for a split second.

Maroon eyes stared down in surprise as pink dusted his cheeks, his lips parted as if he was going to say something but couldn't find the words.

[bloodiedwisteria]

She didn't quite expect the embrace. Eyes widened and her hands automatically wrapped around his waist, her hand up on his back and her head resting against his chest. She inhaled a little. That smell was something she adored, the faint scent of tea and coffee. The scent of today's rain and dirt mixed with his earthy cologne. Her eyes closed for a moment. She enjoyed this briefest of moment. Wife... Something she'd been there to help Yoriichi through. It was... hard, she had seen him at his lowest as well as being unable to help as much as she wanted. She prepared the bodies with her families. But She was more appropriate in dealing with the grieving. She so desperately wanted to help Yoriichi...

But she treasured Yoriichi's friendship more than anything, she didn't want to push the memories of his wife away. But why were her eyes feeling so hot, why did she just want to bury herself in his hold forever...

He could see how misty her eyes had become as she turned to him; he could tell she was holding her feelings back. A gentle expression crossed his face as she smiled at him. She was so strong...smiling even when her heart ached. One of his hands would raise up, cupping the side of her face before sliding to the back of her head, pulling her against his chest as his other arm wrapped around her torso.

"Don't fret over that...It's just...my wife..."

His voice was gentle as if the world would crumble around them if he spoke too loud.

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Fujiko smiled a little. She wanted to cry, but that would be such a horrid thing to do.

She felt his hand on her arm and heard the words that he had spoken. But she simply turned to him and mustered the brightest smile she could.

"Yoriichi, you don't need to explain. I put you in a situation that I shouldn't have"

The thunder gave way to lightning, illuminating the skies that were definitely full of rain.

She took off her dirty gardening gloves and set them on the work bench to the side.

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@bloodiedwisteria

His mind was swarming with questions as he stared down at Fujiko.

Was this okay? Was it okay for him to share his affections with another woman? Was he ready to hold another so dear to his heart?

No...it couldn't be okay. This was his fault; he had never told her about his late wife about how he had failed to keep her and their unborn child safe. What would he say?

"O-oh I apologize, what were we talking about?" Changing the subject was easier than confronting it.

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"..." She tucked her hair behind her ear. The sudden chill that crept between them made her shiver a little. "We were talking about the last get together." she smiled a little, yet looked down at her gloves. "I'm Sorry Yoriichi." she said quietly, her face still flushed bright red, turning to look at the rain that pattered down all around the garden. "At least the flowers will be grateful." It didn't look like the rain would stop anytime soon.

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@bloodiedwisteria

His mind was swarming with questions as he stared down at Fujiko.

Was this okay? Was it okay for him to share his affections with another woman? Was he ready to hold another so dear to his heart?

No...it couldn't be okay. This was his fault; he had never told her about his late wife about how he had failed to keep her and their unborn child safe. What would he say?

"O-oh I apologize, what were we talking about?" Changing the subject was easier than confronting it.