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Bleeding Pastels (Kabukimono x Reader)

The puppet's life is colourful; while tainted and stained with a dark smudge in the middle- originating from his creation- at least it won't discolour the world he lives in...

right?

Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader

Kabukimono era

Canon-divergent. Some abuse briefly described later on. Symbolism-heavy. Read between the rainbow to find the shadows that the light casts.

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I. Pink

The day that the boy first saw you, he almost mistook you for a god.

You sat alone underneath wispy sunlight that broke through the gaps in the bright pink petals above you. Gently fluttering down around you, picking up with the occasional spring breeze; sakura petals adorned your atmosphere and lay like a bed around your form.

The shade of pink that dusted the boy's cheeks was only somewhat darker then the beautiful pale pink of the sakura and it's flowers.

The boy could only stare in awe, lost in his own world of reverence and admiration- that was until a beautiful, soft voice pulled him out of his head.

"And who might you be?"

The puppet blinks. Your bright, vivid irises held him captive among the falling blossoms; his pale pink lips open and close without a sound- the boy unable to find a response.

You laugh. Gods, that sound makes something within him stir. It steals his artificial breath and replaces it with something so soft and light that he does not dare to look too deep into.

"Well? There's room for both of us here, if you want." You say with a smile, palm patting the soft grass beside you.

It takes a moment for the puppet to register your words, but as soon as he does it's like a string has been pulled taut- and he longs to loosen the tension that has formed. He makes his way over to you, his knees folded underneath him as he merely stares at you silently.

"You're that boy that guy brought with him a couple days ago, right? What's your name?"

For once, the puppet speaks.

"I... Don't know." His voice is soft, light, and almost somewhat childish. He sounds so innocent and boyish.

Your eyes wander down his face and trail down his arms. He doesn't say anything, but he can see you stop and stare at the joints in the middle of his arms; the ones attached with a ball and some hinges.

"Hey, you're not human, are you?" You say with curiosity in your tone, as you pull yourself onto your knees to take a closer look. Your hands are soft as they take ahold of his wrist and hand, pulling it out to a stretch as you stare in wonder at his unblemished skin and the way his arm connects to the rest of his body.

The puppet watches as a bright pink petal flutters down against the untainted sky and lands delicately in your hair.

"I hope you forgive me for oogling you; I've just never met someone like you before..."

Your eyes flicker up to meet his wide-eyed stare; and you offer him a smile as bright as the sunlight above.

"Your skin is so soft, and the way your elbows are designed is so cool! Are your knees like this too?"

The puppet doesn't say anything; instead unable to find an appropriate response as all he can do is nod his head.

"Really? That's so cool!" You say with wonder to match his own.

"I'm (Y/N). I-"

Your mouth hangs open, but no words escape you as you watch the puppet's hand slowly move atop your head. Delicate fingers pluck what his eyes are so intensely trained on from your hair, before bringing it down infront of the both of you to see.

"This... was on you."

You blank at the pink petal between his fingers, and for a moment the puppet's mind whirs to life with questions of whether he had done something wrong, but you soon snap out of your trance with a laugh. The boy sits still, confused about your reaction.

"Thank you. You don't have to show it to me though." You say before snatching the soft object from him and swiftly placing it atop his own head.

You laugh at the expression on his face from your actions, and the puppet finds the wonderful sound brings a smile to his face. He doesn't quite understand why you did that, or why you're laughing, but he finds your joy infectious all the same.

II. Purple

Over time, the people of Tatarasuna as well as the puppet himself learned how he differed and how he was similar to the humans around him.

He felt pain and bled just like they did. Yet, he didn't seem to have a heart. He didn't need to eat or drink either, but he claimed that he could and that he wanted to do so to 'become more human'.

The puppet- now called Kabukimono by his peers- also didn't quite understand social ques and what was wrong or right. After finding out that humans would often disrobe and bathe when they became dirty, the puppet had tried to do the same in the nearby stream of village. That little event had a few people swiftly ushering him to put his clothes back on while laughing awkwardly; as if he was a child who didn't truly know what he was doing.

Which, in all honestly, was pretty much what he was. A child who knew nothing about the world or people around him. But he was learning.

The pastel purple clothing that he was so often seen in flowed freely in the breeze; the smell of lavender was picked up by the summer wind off his freshly washed robes and filled his nostrils with the calming scent. It was the smell that adorned him whenever you were the one responsible for washing his clothes (as you often took turns among the other villagers to look after him).

He had grown to love that scent.

"Just... like... this." You said as you dragged the teeth of the comb through his wet hair; letting the Kabukimono watch your actions through the mirror.

"Think you got it?" He nods at your question, and you hand him the comb.

His hand is steady as he mimics your previous movements; dragging the teeth of the light purple comb through the strands of dark indigo atop his head. After a few strokes, he pulls the comb away; a deep violet staining the teeth as if to remind him that he wasn't like you.

You smile at him. "Perfect! Just like that. Now you're all set to wash yourself next time you need to."

The Kabukimono stares down at the comb in his hands; staring down at the violet that taints the pastel shade. You had gotten him this comb, it was one of the first objects he had ever owned. And now, because of him, it was stained a dark purple from the dye that was used for his colour- that still coated his hair.

And yet, the same dark stain that now marred his gift from you had dyed your palms a similar shade to that of the comb- a bright, pastel purple. Originally, he had panicked and apologized profusely for staining you, for tainting you, but you merely had laughed and said you didn't mind. That it would go away eventually.

And while others wore gloves when taking care of him and his hair, you didn't. You let your fingertips run through the dark locks and dance across the top of his forehead; you let him feel the warmth and softness of your touch as you scrubbed the dirt and dust that had accumulated in his hair. You let his colour stain you; and somehow, you managed to make the dark purple such a bright and beautiful shade of lavender once it touched your skin.

"My... arms hurt. Can you do this for me?" He says quietly, turning towards you and holding the comb back up to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling in adoration at the Kabukimono's barely-concealed lie.

You had done a lot to take care of him and teach him about various things; he knew that lying was 'bad' and that he shouldn't do it. But even so, on rare occasion- like right now- he would say something small that didn't match what you already knew. And it would always end up with you taking a little extra care of him then you otherwise would have.

You knew you shouldn't let him keeping lying, but he was so bad at telling them, and it was adorable how he yearned for attention... so you couldn't make yourself scold him for his behaviour. You let this lie slide like all the others.

"Alright, alright. Come on then, turn around."

You can see the corners of his mouth tip upward in a smile, however subtle, as he did as he was told and let you run both the comb and your fingers through his hair.

The Kabukimono couldn't help but watch your hands. To seek glimpses of the bright purple staining on your palms that could only have been from him. He always loved when the other humans would point out your coloured hands and comment on how you practically took sole care of him with how often your hands took on the familiar shade.

Even when he wasn't by your side like a loyal puppy, it was like a part of him was still with you. Even if at first he saw the colour as a stain upon your otherwise perfect skin, you had assured him that it was harmless, told him you liked the colour, even.

You had taught him that being 'selfish' is one of the 'bad' things, and he shouldn't be 'selfish'. But if it was so 'bad', then why did it feel good? Why did it feel good to leave a piece of him with you, as if to claim you as his own human?

The teeth of the comb grew ever darker as they sorted through his indigo hair.

III. Yellow

For a being that was supposedly crafted by the hands of the god of thunder, the Kabukimono couldn't help but jump at each loud roar of lightning that dared to light up the dark night.

"Oh, Kabuki..."

The puppet was shaking; his arms wrapped around his knees as he sat staring at the floor, trying to ignore each jolt of thunder only to be hyper aware of every crash of it outside the window.

The pity in your voice somehow comforted the puppet, even more so when you kneeled beside him to pull him into a hug.

"It's ok, you're not in any danger. The Electro Archon would never hurt us."

The Kabukimono still shook. Sure, she may never hurt you, but to him- every bolt that struck the earth was searching for him; the fruit of the anger and hatred he knew his mother held for him.

Each flash of lightning lit the inside of your warm home a bright yellow. A stark contrast to the usual deep purple of the electro element he knew so well.

Your hand smoothed over his back, the other wrapped around his shoulders as you held him close. Another flash had him jump once again; burying his face into your shoulder as if to try to hide from the storm.

"Oh, hey, hey... It's ok..." You tried to soothe him, your voice gentle and low as his arms wrapped around you to hold tightly to your clothes.

Your arms wrapped around him were warm, firm, secure, as if you were the one shielding him from the tumultuous rain and deafening thunder.

"Ok, c'mon, lets go to bed."

The boy in your arms sniffled as you pushed him away from you, guiding him towards your plush bed.

"B-But... My bed..." He mumbled out, his eyes falling onto a small mat off to the side that you had done your best to make comfortable. And as shabby as it was, the Kabukimono loved it. You had made it for him, after all.

"You won't be able to sleep if you're over there, will you? This storm doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon, so... Why don't you stay with me? That way, I can protect you."

The deep purples of his eyes were wide and glossy with tears at your proposal; but he swiftly nodded and climbed onto the bed with you following suit.

The two of you got settled underneath the blankets, and the Kabukimono couldn't tell if your bed was just more comfortable then his, or if he really liked being beside you that much more then being alone. He watched as you shifted around; moving the pillow you normally slept on to rest underneath his head as you lay flat on the mattress next to him.

You smiled at him, a smile that made his chest tighten and something within his artificial body malfunction. His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your fingers brushing along the side of his face, pushing his bangs out of the way of his eyes.

"Do you think you'll be able to sleep? I'll be right here if you need me."

The rain was loud on the old glass of your home; a flash of lightning bringing attention to the lack of purple that the Kabukimono had so loved to see on your hands.

But the fear of the thunder triumphed over his sadness that his hair no longer stained your palms; and he couldn't help but jump at the noise that shook him to his core once again.

Trembling hands grabbed your soft, steady one and brought it up to his cheek. The Kabukimono rested your palm against his flesh, nuzzling into it even as he shook in fear. You couldn't help but pity him, the pad of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone as you indulged him.

"You won't leave me, right?" He says quietly, warily, as if he's afraid the storm will hear his weakness and aim straight for his non existent heart.

The smile you give him almost looks sad. But it remains as sweet as it always does nonetheless.

"Never."

"You promise?"

Another crash of thunder has him jump once again, but with your hand against his cheek, he's quick to recover.

"I promise."

He peers at you and sees no trace of malice; no trace of annoyance or deception or betrayal. All he sees is you; your beautiful smile and crinkled eyes, glistening even in the darkest of nights.

The next flash of yellow lightning that illuminates the two of you only proves to show that even against the Electro Archon herself; your light is so much brighter then anything the god could conjure to harm him.

He doesn't jump at the sudden thunder. Instead, he lets out a shaky breath and pulls you forward- bringing your head onto the pillow that you had given him before he buries his head right underneath your chin; pushing himself into your body as if he wished to become one with you.

You can't help but smile at his unintended affection. Your hands move to embrace him; to smooth over his back and run your fingers through his hair.

"It's... bad to break a promise." He mumbled into your chest. "You won't break your promise, right?"

You let out a soft chuckle, tightening your embrace as you let the boy cling to you for life.

"Of course I won't. I love you too much to hurt you like that."

Your words were accentuated with another jolt of thunder. Another flash of yellow. And then a second bolt of lightning- this time, right through the cavity where his heart would have been.

I love you.

The words repeated in his head like a prayer; and he nestled himself deeper into your embrace in an attempt to muffle his thoughts and hide the pink on his cheeks.

The innocent, pure little Kabukimono had heard the words before. Humans who were close, who kissed and slept in beds together would say it to one another. Humans who were bound for life by little bands of metal on their fingers would whisper it to eachother whenever they pleased.

His tongue burned- yearned to repeat the words back to you, but something inside of him refused. Rejected the idea of feeling the intimacy of human love... of the idea that he could be with you just like all the other humans who loved eachother.

That night, when the puppet and his human had fallen asleep, the Kabukimono found himself without a single dream.

IV. Blue

Even when the Kabukimono wasn't under your care for that day, he still hovered near to where you were.

The old woman who was tasked to care for him that day was a vile creature. One who refused to acknowledge the puppet as anything close to human; instead treating him as merely an object, a plaything, something that could do whatever she wanted of him without complaint.

Because the poor Kabukimono didn't know how.

The puppet watched from where he sat by a large bucket. His hands were filthy; red and sore from scrubbing away at the clothing that he was forced to wash by his current caretaker.

He watched as you bid farewell to your fellow villagers; a basket hung off your arm as you walked into the nearby woods.

Oh, how he longed to follow you. To see where you were off to, to accompany you and watch every move you made.

He looked down at the water in the bucket, browned with dirt and dust. Surely, the water flowing through the stream in the forest would be nice and clean, right?

He's quick to set everything aside; emptying the water into the nearby crops like he was instructed, and then following you into the forest.

It was like your presence had merely teased him; he stumbled blindly through the brush hoping that you would be found in this direction. That he could, at the very least, be able to lay his gaze upon you once more and lighten this heavy feeling in his chest.

What the Kabukimono hadn't thought about, though, was just what you may be doing out here in the forest. And what he saw when he finally approached the familiar babbling brook stole his artificial breath away- the feeling all to familiar to that time had first laid eyes upon you.

The water was a beautiful crystal blue; your clothing lay next to the stream, a telltale sign of what he had stumbled across.

You looked divine. Beautiful. The way the water ran by your bare form and dripped so deliciously from your skin had the puppet star-struck. Pink was quick to dust his pale cheeks.

Then, like an all-too-familiar flash of sickeningly-yellow thunder, a thought occurred to him.

He shouldn't be seeing this.

Sudden panic washed over him, a fear he had felt so many times before now baring it's fangs at him once more.

If you caught him, you would leave him too.

He bolted.

The trees rushed by him in a blur of green; sticks cracking beneath his feet as he retraced his path out of the forest. Birds flew and squirrels panicked as he went by them like the roaring wind; and finally he reemerged from the trees to the sight of the village before him.

He felt warm. He couldn't get the image of you out of his head. The picture of you bathing in such beautiful blue waters was ethereal. He felt his chest tighten even further at the memory.

"You damn puppet! Where have you been!?"

The Kabukimono's face paled instantly at the shrill sound.

"You thought you could just go for a stroll through the forest, huh?! You didn't even finish your chores!! And where's my water pail!?"

The voice boomed. It's origin angrily stomping up to him before grabbing his wrist so harshly, he was sure it would have bruised if he were human.

If he were human.

"You damned-... Can't you do anything right!?" The old woman shouted, dragging the shrinking boy along behind her and towards her old, decrepit house.

"I'm sorry-" He tried to speak, tried to make himself heard over the pounding in his ears.

The woman was like a constant flash of thunder; waiting for the perfect moment to strike the puppet where he stood. And this time, it looked like he was all alone in this storm.

The woman tossed open her front door before dragging the Kabukimono inside, harshly slamming the door shut before she turned to him with a wild look in her eye. The puppet looked absolutely pathetic as tears welled in the corners of his violet eyes.

She shouted at him. Cursed at him. Pushed, pulled, hit him in whatever way she felt fit to.

The Kabukimono shut his eyes, and recalled the divine scene he had stumbled across just a little while prior. He pictured you, standing within the crystal blue water of the stream, and he pictured himself standing infront of you. The sky such a rich, pale blue above the two of you as you found comfort in one another's embrace.

"Are you listening to me!?"

The puppet opened his eyes, and all he saw was blue. The world was blue, he was blue, the old woman was blue, and the constant patter of liquid splashing onto wood from his cheek was blue as well.

A sad, soulless, cold blue. The blue of loneliness and pain.

He remembered how beautiful you looked underneath the cherry blossoms that day he first met you. The shade of pale pink that so beautifully complimented the darker pink on his cheeks that day.

He remembered how tightly you held him under the flashes of yellow that threatened to consume him whole. How you told him you loved him- how you promised you would never leave him.

And he remembered the blue of the water running by your hips. The blue of the sky above, the blue of the cotton of your clothing.

The pounding in his ears was overwhelmingly loud.

A blue hand raised itself before him.

Before it could hit it's target, the pounding stopped.

Everything stopped.

V. Red

The world's colours had returned. But they were so much darker then before. As if drenched in thick shadows that clung even to the most well-lit areas.

And it was like the Kabukimono was just seeing the real world for the first time.

The green of the foliage outside had turned from a beautiful bright shade to a deep, forest colour. And even darker still were the greens inside; where moss and mildew grew along the corners of the old house, and the various stains from archons-know-what seemingly having appeared from nowhere now dotting the surroundings with the deepest shade of black.

The puppet had seen black before. But this was different. Darker. And it was like the entire world had been tainted by those stains of black.

Even the deep brown of the rotting wood below almost seemingly started turning black as a dark red seeped into it's pores.

Such a deep shade of red it was. The colour akin to the same that flowed freely from his cheek; although his was so much brighter then the vile woman who stained the floorboards.

No- if he wasn't a human, then she wasn't either. She was merely a creature, a worm- that now lie pathetically limp at his feet.

Her words, despite his attempt to drown them out, had seeped into his head regardless.

You will never be human.

You will never be wanted.

You will never be needed.

Perhaps she had been correct.

After all, she had only been repeating what he had been telling himself already.

But, if she was correct, then what did that make of the words that the other villagers had said? What, pray tell, did that make the humans themselves?

Liars. All of them. Filthy, red-stained liars.

They had never once truly cared about him. Merely tossing him scraps, at best; demanding that he do things for them and barely leaving him to fend for himself.

Barely giving him space in their village, barely caring to try and be 'polite' with him- even when they demanded that he be polite around everyone he interacted with.

At first, he just accepted it. Of course he did. The world was bright, colourful, beautiful- but now, he's seen it for what it truly is. He's seen the suffering, the pain, the lies; the shadows etched into every crevice of this forsaken world.

He knows that they had lied to him when they said they considered him a fellow human.

And you had taught him, the saint that you are, that liars are bad.

Oh, you... how beautiful you are. How wonderful and amazing and kind you are. Out of everyone in this damned, pathetic village, you had been the one to treat him like an equal. To treat him like a human.

To love him like a human.

His chest tightened at the memory of your voice above his head that night; "I love you" falling so effortlessly from your lips as you held him close.

Archons, you loved him. You promised him you would never leave him. And you had never broken your promises before.

You loved him.

Deep purple eyes fell to the human shaped insect on the floor. And a laugh bubbled up from within him.

He did something bad. Terrible. He had made the woman who hurt him stop moving.

But it felt good.

And if it felt so good, then... why stop?

He was already stained a deep, dark black. He could never go back to being as pure as you had seen him. Perhaps, he had always been this way- perhaps that's why his so called 'mother' and her fox-pet had decided to seal away what was rightfully his. The power that she had inlaid within him.

The power that now pounded so freely through him. And it seemed like the only way to silence it was to let it go.

As the puppet exited the house, a trail of red followed behind him. Electro crackled at his fingertips as he walked towards the center of the village, and he revelled in the hushed and desperate whispers of the humans he passed by.

The pounding in his ears- in his head- only grew stronger with each passing second. The crackling electro a disgusting shade of darkened, tainted yellow as it emanated from him.

And like a bolt of thunder that once had scared him so; flashes of yellow now flew through the open air and showed no mercy to the humans he was surrounded by.

Screams filled the air, filled his ears- and all he could do was laugh. Such pathetic insects, all scrambling to seek shelter from his divine wrath. It was chaotic, beautiful, as red stained the ground and painted the houses in it's corruption.

A gentle breeze kissed the cheek that had rapidly healed it's wound. With it, it brought delicate pale pink petals from the sakura trees that were so abundant in this land.

The village fell still. Nothing but the blossoms that danced on the wind dared to move; to catch the eye of the puppet-murderer.

"K-Kabuki...?"

A voice so small called out to him, stirring him from his thoughtless-thoughts.

He turned to you, and it was like your very presence made the surrounding area brighten to how it was before. Suddenly the world was perfect again; bright and happy and welcoming and loving.

Your eyes, so beautiful and vibrant, were wide and tinged with fear. Your hair was still wet- evidence of your bath, but all it served was to remind the puppet of what he had seen. Of the divinity he had been so blessed to witness.

You didn't move as he walked up to you. You couldn't. Shock had it's tight grasp on your body and mind, and you were unable to even speak at the bloody scene around you.

The puppet smiled so sweetly at you. And despite being the same smile as he had always given you, it no longer looked so innocent.

"I love you." He said, voice proud and unwavering.

Your eyes darted to meet his. He looked so...

dark.

"What...?" You couldn't even process what he said.

"You said you loved me that night, and I never said it back. I love you, (Y/N)."

"What-... what did you do..?" Your voice trailed off into a pathetic whisper, and it made the puppet smirk as his hand moved up to cup your cheek- much like how yours had once done for him.

"They were... bad. All of them. They could have hurt you, like they did to me..." The pad of his thumb spread a deep red over your skin as it rubbed your cheek. "But you love me. You promised you would never leave me. And I know you would never hurt me like they did..."

It was like his eyes had become gateways to the abyss itself; dark, devoid of life- of the boy you had once loved. Black stained his beautiful purple irises; tainted the beautiful colour with darkness and something sinister. Just like the blood that now stained your cheek.

The puppet-murderer intently watched your face drain of colour; intently watched as your pupils shrunk into pinpricks- and made note of your body starting to tremble.

He knew the signs of fear- he himself had expressed the same many times before. He knew you were scared. His chest felt like it tightened around a non-existent heart... he didn't want to see you scared. Not of him.

"...They were going to hurt you. I-I heard them. T-They were waiting for you to come back, a-and they would have... I-I couldn't let them do that. I couldn't let them be bad. I-I wanted to protect you..."

You still continued to tremble. It was like you had barely heard the lie he had told- but you didn't push him away when he pulled you into a cold, blood-stained embrace. And that was enough for him.

"I will... protect you. Stay with you. I will... be good for you."

...another lie. He was no longer good- he could never be good again. His soul- his hands- were now permanently stained red... a red that would be drained of colour as soon as you left his side- and he refused to be seen with that vile black ick. He refused to let you go.

It was almost sickening how swiftly he was able to return to how he was just hours ago... innocent, sweet, gentle. Even as the vibrant crimson stained his once-white flesh. Tainted him. Changed him.

As you gazed at him with a slacked-jaw expression, you could see the surrounding area- the massacred village- devoid of colour... of life. As if the puppet-murderer had drained the pinks and purples and blues and reds and it all congregated into a swirling black in the center of his beautiful indigo irises.

Was your beautiful, sweet little puppet-boy always so... heartless?

The way he pressed his lips to yours was robotic. Stiff and almost forced- but you knew that this was just his way of doing things, until he got used to it.

Until he got used to kissing you. Loving you. Tainting you.

A colourless tear cascaded down your cheek, your eyes closed as the puppet continued to kiss you as sweetly and gently as he could.

When he pulled away, he gently took your hands into his own, and looked down to see you trembling in his grasp. He noticed just how pretty your hands were covered in red.

And his violet eyes flicked up to your face, your hair- his red-stained fingers reaching up to pluck a crimson petal from your hair.

The pretty pink looked good on you, he once thought.

But he thinks you look so much better covered in red.

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system-to-the-madness · 11 months ago

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Cherry Blossom Interventions 🌸 Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort – angst to fluff Word Count: 3 271 Warnings: SPOILER for up to chapter 253, suicidal tendencies and implications (Megumi), mentions of death and depression Summary: Megumi has drawn back from everyday life completely, so you intervene A/N: Sorry for the late post; life happened. Played volleyball with friends, went to eat sushi, went running with the same friends, went to Maces, and then to a foot Onsen.

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"Why am I here?"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to Megumi. He was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree when a cool breeze of spring air swept through his hair, carrying pink petals that caught in his black strands. His hair was shorter than it had been in autumn; not by much but the difference was still noticeable. You wondered whether he had cut it to not resemble the version of himself Sukuna had turned him into.

“You know why you are here,” you answered him, ignoring the frown on his brow. “This is an intervention.”

“What kind of intervention,” he asked back, clearly starting to get upset.

“What kind of intervention do you think it is?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” Megumi was already turning away from you again when you called out for him.

“We are worried,” you told him, almost shouting.

He just scoffed.

“Who is we?”

“Yūji, me, Toge, Maki, Yūta” you replied. “Panda, too, and Ieiri-sensei. Ever since December, ever since that last fight. Do you think we don’t know what's been going on with you? Do you think we don't know you've been skipping therapy and meals. We know you're just holed up in your room the whole day. We know you don't want to be here; you don't want to be with us anymore-”

“Then why can't you let me be?”

His shout made you flinch, but you had faced scarier things than an upset classmate.

“Because we care,” you shouted back. “We care too much to let you ruin your life like this! Don't misunderstand: We are not making light of the situation you were in - you are in. We understand that none of us could ever possibly imagine the things you have gone through, but you cannot ask us to let our friend die, who we fought so hard to save. You can't ask that of us!”

Megumi just rolled his eyes. “And what about what I want? What about the things I want,” he asked.

“For once, you don't get to say in this,” you shook your head. “It's not much we demand of you. We want you to eat properly. We know you haven't. We want you to step outside at least once a week, doesn't have to be long, just sit in the sun for a few minutes. That's all we ask. Or open your window, it's been barricaded since you moved back in in January. And go to your therapy sessions. We know you have them scheduled and we know you've been skipping them. You can't expect to get better if you don't go to these sessions.”

“And what if I don't want to get better?”

“That's not an option. I told you: For once you don't get to say in this.”

Megumi stared at you from between the falling cherry blossom petals that were carried down to the ground by the wind. You could see in his eyes that right now, in this moment in time, he thought he hated you. You just had to hope he didn't actually feel that way. If he did, you did you definitely would have been the wrong choice to have this conversation with him.

It had been quite a debate between the second years, Yūji, and you about who should talk to Megumi. You even considered asking Ieiri-sensei about being the one to talk to him, but in the end, everyone agreed it would be best if it were you. They were convinced you were the one he trusted the most, the one he liked the best. At least those were the others’ arguments. You weren't sure how true they held, now that he stared at you as if he wished you were to drop dead to the floor.

“All right,” Megumi sighed. “I'll oblige to your demands under one condition: Give me one good reason why I should continue fighting. But keep in mind: my mother is dead. My father is dead, killed by the man who raised me, the man who – although he is not my father – is the closest thing I've ever had to one, the man who I had to watch being killed by my own hands. My sister is dead, also killed by me. What do I live for? Give me one good reason.”

You stared back at Megumi watching the hatred in his eyes. It was obvious he didn't believe you had any idea what he was going through.

Truthfully, you didn't. Your situation was nothing like his, and you never had been in a situation like this before nor would you ever be, but that didn't mean you didn't know all the facts he just listed. His father, his mother, his sister, and Gojō-sensei, all the people he ever might have considered family, were gone, along with so many others. And in a large part he blamed himself for it.

It was not his fault, how could it have been his fault, when it had been Sukuna, who had possessed his body. But you supposed having to watch your own body commit such terrors, having to watch as your hands took life after life, unable to interfere, unable to save his friends and family, unable to do anything but watch them all being slaughtered… it wasn’t surprising he blamed himself.

“Gojō’s in a coma, one he might never wake back up from, and it's nobody's fault but mine. Do you really believe I can live in a world like that?”

You wanted to disagree with him, tell him that it was not his fault, that he was not the one to blame, that as long as you all stuck together, there was still hope, but you knew better than to do so. Instead, you started with what he had demanded of you.

“You want me to give you a reason to keep on living,” you asked. “Gojō-sensei is not dead. As you said he's in a coma. Ieiri-sensei has been working on him every day. As far as we know he might wake up any day now.”

Megumi shook his head. “You really believe that,” he asked, “if you’re really believing that, you are more naïve than I believed you to be.” He sounded disappointed.

“Not naïve,” you disagreed. “Hopeful.”

“Same thing.”

“But let's assume for one moment Gojō were to wake back up,” you continued the train of thought before Megumi could derail it again. “Wouldn’t you want to be there? Wouldn’t you want to see him again, talk to him again?”

“You’re dealing in probabilities; probabilities are not good enough. Give me something tangible.”

You blinked. You had really thought he would give in at Gojō. So, what were you to say now?

“A stary sky then,” you offered. “To go star gazing the way we did last summer. On a blanket, out in front of the school, sharing snacks and drinks.”

Megumi scuffed.

“Another sunrise,” you continued. “Pinks and reds and oranges dying the clouds, a new day with new possibilities-”

“New suffering? Not good enough.”

“A puppy’s fur under your fingertips, these sharp, tiny teeth burying in your skin.”

“And what for?” Before you could answer, he kept going. “All my life I’ve tried to form relationships, be close to people I care about, and all my life they left me. One after the other. So what good is another stary sky, another sunrise, a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips, if I don’t have anyone to share it with? It’s not good enough.”

A part of your mind was still hung up on the thought that it was probably better for Megumi to blame the dead for being dead than himself, but you quickly answered.

“You have us,” you told him, taking a careful step forward. “Maki, Toge, Panda, Yūta.”

His ocean blue eyes glimmered as he fully turned towards you as if he was waiting for something specific.

“You have Yūji.”

His shoulders sacked, and he looked away.

“Not good enough. They’re all gonna leave eventually.”

“I won’t,” you disagreed. “I’m not gonna leave. I made you a promise when we entered Shibuya together, that I’d always be there, and I don’t plan on breaking that promise.”

Megumi shook his head, biting his lips, still not looking at you.

“You’ll be there,” he asked, sounding disbelieving. “For every stary sky, every sunset. Every meal, walk, therapy session.”

“Yes.” Your reply was unwavering.

“You don’t even know what that means,” Megumi sighed, finally looking back up to you, but now he seemed rather sad than angry. As if the scenarios he had painted were what he wanted but were too far out of reach to even attempt to grasp them. “I’m sick. My mind- I’m broken. Something inside my head is broken and I don’t know if it will ever heal again, and if it does, if it heals right. A promise like you’re offering… it wouldn’t just be for the next days or weeks. It might be months, years, hell, it might be decades of me trying to shut my self away, of nightmares, therapy, being unable to laugh or feel anything other than this pitch-black darkness. You can’t promise me you’ll be strong enough to be there. I don’t doubt that you have the strength to see me through all this, I know you do. But there will be times when it will seem as if I’d be okay, and you’ll be hopeful, but when I have a bad phase again- It would hurt you, and I can’t hurt any more of my friends.”

“And you think the way you’re behaving right now is hurting nobody? Megumi, I won’t promise that I’ll always be there. I can’t. I’m still a sorcerer, I still have to go to missions, and am in danger every time I go. But I will be there for you for as long as I can and for as long and often as you want me to be.”

“For every stary sky?”

“And every sunrise.”

“Every meal?”

“If that’s what you want, yes. And for every walk, and if you want me to, I’ll even wait outside the therapist’s office for you.”

Megumi averted his gaze, staring at a spot right in front of your feet.

“Why? Why would you do that? What do you get in return?”

Carefully you took a step forward. “Because I care about you Megumi. And even though it might seem selfless, getting to be there for you, supporting you, trying to help you to get back to your feet, getting to watch you fight to get better, being with you through all this, is actually a very selfish act.”

Megumi looked back up, his eyes scanning your face for a moment.

“Can you hug me,” he asked, voice quiet over the wind in the branches above you.

“Of course,” you smiled and slowly crossed the last distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. He seemed to melt into the touch, almost fragile, his body moving closer to yours until his whole front was flatly pressed against yours, his face buried against the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and ear. You held him tight, not too tight, so he still could breathe without effort, but tight enough for him to feel how serious you were with everything you had offered.

“I’m just scared of ending up alone again,” he whispered. “And I can’t lose you too. You’re too important to me.”

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered back, rubbing his back through the thick fabric of his oversized hoodie.

“What if you die?”

“I won’t. And if I do, I’ll come back as a curse, like Rika.”

The sound of a small chuckle surprised you, but you quickly held Megumi tighter, hoping to engrave the sound into your memory forever.

Before you could say anything else, Megumi’s phone started ringing. You stiffened up, ready to pull away, but Megumi kept you close.

“Aren’t you going to answer,” you asked, hesitantly wrapping your arms back around him.

“No,” he replied.

“What if it’s important?”

“How important can it be,” Megumi shrugged. “Not more important than this, anyway.”

After a while the ringing stopped, and Megumi slowly loosened his hold on you. Carefully pulling away, you came face to face with him.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“What for?”

“Everything. I… I tend to lose sight of the good things in life and let the darkness swallow me whole.”

Taking a step back, you reached out your hand for him to take. Questioningly he raised his eyebrows at you but placed his hand in yours.

“Now you won’t get lost in the darkness,” you told him with a smirk, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s too cheesy for me,” he shook his head.

“Oh, don’t start laughing now, Fushiguro,” you cried. “I saw that! The corner of your mouth was twitching!”

“It wasn’t! That’s annoyance at how cheesy you were being!”

He only kept his expression in check for another second before he burst out laughing. Using your intertwined hands, he pulled you back into a hug, this one more casual than the first. When his phone started ringing again, both of you ignored it.

After you had calmed down from the laughter, Megumi’s eyes fixed themselves on your face, watching you as were catching your breath.

“Can I kiss you,” he suddenly asked, making you freeze in your motion.

Surprised you looked at him, your heart seeming to miss a few beats, but then you nodded your head, and a moment later his lips were on yours, soft, a little chapped, but gentle. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too extravagant, and still enough to steal your breath and make you weak in your knees.

It was perfect, you suddenly realized, kissing Megumi like his. Around you, cherry blossom petals were floating on a warm spring breeze, birds were singing in the branches above you, and Megumi’s arms were warm and secure around you while his heart beat a firm rhythm underneath your fingers, somewhat too fast for a normal heartbeat, but then again yours was probably racing too.

The perfect moment got interrupted by yet another ring of Megumi’s phone.

“I think you should answer it,” you mumbled against his lips. “It’s probably really something important.”

Megumi sighed but pulled away enough to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s just Yūji,” he rolled his eyes, but before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped again.

He shrugged, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

“I got a question,” he suddenly declared.

“Ask away.”

“You said: another stary sky, another sunrise, and…” he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips. Where do you plan to get me a puppy from?” He sounded amused, but you knew him good enough to know that he would do hell of a lot to play with a puppy sometime soon.

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yūji and I were thinking, for a while now.”

“That can’t be a good sign,” Megumi sighed. “What crazy idea did you two come up with now?”

“I’m gonna ignore that low-key insult, and let you live” you announced, “But do you know Principal Yaga’s friend, the one who had all these dogs?”

Megumi nodded, clearly hesitant about whether or not he really wanted to know what Yūji and you had come up with.

“So, one of the dogs had puppies a few weeks back and we were thinking that it might be good to adopt one of them, for our year. We’ve been talking to the teachers and thinking things through and if all of us take turns caring for it, it won’t be too much responsibility all at once. And it would give us some sort of stability, having to go on walks on regular hours, playing, teaching it commands… but there’d also someone to keep us company when we don’t feel so good, someone who can’t give us advice, but also won’t ask questions either. Someone who accepts us as we are, no matter how good we are in school or whatever. So… yeah, the puppy is already old enough to be separated from its mother and is moving in next Friday.”

Megumi stared at you.

“You adopted a puppy,” he asked incredulously.

“We adopted a puppy,” you corrected. “Yeah.”

“And we‘ll share responsibility for it?”

You nodded, and Megumi’s eyes suddenly grew hard.

“I don’t know that dog yet, but I’ll fight you for custody after graduation,” he declared, making your eyes widen.

Graduation. That was still three years away, the furthest Megumi had talked about the future since November.

Swallowing your surprise, you shrugged. “That’s okay with me.”

“But wait,” Megumi suddenly stopped. “Before the puppy arrives, we need all kinds of stuff. It won’t be like with Shiro and Kuro, it’ll need a basket, and bowls and a leash! I think we’ll need several baskets, so we don’t have to carry them around all the time. And food! We need special-”

He was interrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone, this time yours.

“Yūji,” you told him, showing him the screen on which a picture of your pink haired classmate had popped up.

“Let’s answer it,” Megumi sighed. “He’ll just keep calling otherwise.”

You had barely pressed the green button to answer the call, when Yūji’s voice was already sounding from the small speaker, loud enough that you didn’t even have to put your ear to it.

“Megumi isn’t answering his phone,” Yūji all but screamed. “I’ve tried calling him dozens of times but he’s not answering! I’m really worried! We need to-”

“Yūji, Yūji, calm down!” Quickly you interrupted your panicking friend, pressing the speaker button so Megumi could listen in. “He’s with me, he’s fine, we were talking a walk.”

On the other side silence spread out.

“And you didn’t call dozens of times, you called three times,” Megumi added, leaning down to the speaker.

On the other end, a small “oh” was audible.

“So, what’s so important that you decided to terrorize Megumi via phone calls,” you asked, shooting Megumi a glance.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was not hard to tell that he had only now realized just how worried his friends were about him, how much they cared about him. Enough to send ever cheerful Yūji into something akin to a panic attack just because he hadn’t answered his phone for a few minutes.

“I didn’t terrorize him,” Yūji protested.

“You kinda did, but whatever. What’s going on?”

“You guys need to come to the hospital wing asap,” Yūji told you.

Megumi and you exchanged glances. The hospital wing? That wasn’t good. Megumi took your hand in his and started walking back the way you had come.

“We’re on our way,” you told Yūji, “What’s going on? Who got hurt?”

“Nobody,” Yūji sounded like he was running himself now, slightly out of breath. “Gojō-sensei’s awake.”

And with that he ended the call.

Megumi and you were both so surprised about the message, that you came to a slithering halt. Gojō was awake? Sure, you had told Megumi it was a possibility, that he might wake up soon, but you had not believed it to actually, really happen at all.

For a short moment Megumi and you looked at each other,f inding your own surprise and relief mirrored on his face. And then you took off running, taking the quickest way to the hospital wing, your hands intertwined.

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writingsbymo-mo · 1 year ago

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And So, We Meet Again

Future Timeline!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, mild angst

Note: this has spoilers for the end of the Tenjiku Arc for any anime only's or anyone who hasn't finished reading it yet

Summary

You and Rindou dated back when you were an exchange student. However, that time was far too short, leaving the two of you broken-hearted for years until you finally meet again.

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"I-I'm sorry R-Rindou *sniff* I have to go back home," you cried into his shirt, staining it with tears as you squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let go. "Please don't forget about me...I promise to see you again one day."

Those were the last words you spoke to him before you left to your home country the following day. It broke your heart having to leave him and your friends behind though, you knew it was inevitable you'd have to return home. Rindou knew too, but it never stopped that aching feeling in either of you.

You had each other's emails to communicate back home. For a while, you received some from him until one day, they stopped...the date Tenjiku fought Toman. You weren't sure what happened to him, and it scared you, though you never gave up hope. You would one day hear from him once more.

You never knew he was arrested and beaten.

You never knew what he was doing while you were away.

You never knew when you'd see him again.....

It wasn't until a few years after graduating high school that you were finally going to step foot in Japan. You applied to study abroad for the spring semester, wanting to see the delicate sakura blossoms dancing in the breeze. And maybe, just maybe, you'd see them with Rindou again like old times. Even after all this time, he still held a place in your heart.

When you arrived at the airport, you were met with the familiar smell of the sea. 'I'm finally back!' You thought excitedly. With a skip in your step, you grabbed your things and took a train towards your campus. Despite the jet lag, you were so excited to settle in and hope to see some old faces.

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A couple days later, you finally were settled into your dorm with the help of your roommate. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as you stretched your body. Everything was in its place. You sat up and yawned, "I should go out today. Maybe check out the gym on campus?"

You stood up and got dressed, grabbing your things as you waved at your roommate who's currently at their desk already doing some research.

The breeze was cool despite the warm rays from the sun baking the blacktop through campus. It was comfortable enough for you though. When you arrived at the gym, you noticed that you weren't the only one who had the same idea. And by that, most of the equipment was being used. "Damn it," you muttered under your breath, "maybe I should go off campus?" You took out your phone, searching for the nearest gym. It was a bit far. You'd have to take the train just to get close enough for a comfortable walk. You sighed as you slipped it back in your bag. "Well, guess I'll be getting a pre-workout today."

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"I'm gonna beat your ass at bench presses today Rindou!"

"Yeah, if you use those plates, bitch!"

It was just any other day of training for Rindou and Kakuchou or competitive training. It was always a competition. Loser had to pay up based on how many kilos used and how many lifts they did. Kakuchou had been on a winning streak lately. Rindou was determined to win today. They both laid on the flat benches and got started.

"Fucking finally!" Rindou cheered, "Alright, pay up Kakuchou."

Kakuchou shook his head with a smile and handed over the small stack of cash, "Alright, alright, you win this round, but I'm going to win the next!" Power lifts, chin ups, you name it. In the end, they ended with a draw.

After they left the showers and changed, Rindou noticed something or someone familiar to him but he couldn't quite place where he'd seen this person before. Then it hit him. His eyes widened to saucers as his jaw hung open, whispering your name. He couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes, almost tempted to take his contacts out to clean them, but didn't want to hassle with that now.

You're here, but how? Why?

Rindou's heart rate picked up. He couldn't even hear Kakuchou failing to gain his attention. He was simply entranced by you. Only you. Always you.

Rindou dated a few times after you left, though they never lasted. It's like he lost a part of himself. Ran noticed, too. He'd attempt to cheer his little brother up, taking him to their favorite clubs, buying new albums from his favorite artists, and even taking him to his favorite restaurants and cafés. Kakucho started hanging out with him at the gym more often, competing with one another; anything from bench presses to dead lifts was on the table. Rindou would recover his spirits, though that hole in his heart remained.

When he saw you before him for the first time in years, the world stood still, all except for you. As radiant as ever.

You hadn't noticed him approaching you, too focused on changing your weights for your next routine when your phone fell on the floor. "Shit...," you groaned.

Just as you crouched down to reach it, a hand holding your phone appeared before you. "Oh, thank you...R-Rindou?!" You gasped, jumping up as you wrapped your arms around him, happily grinning. Of all the possible places in Tokyo to reunite, you didn't expect to run into him at the gym near the college. "I didn't expect to see you so soon! Love your jellyfish cut. Looks good on you."

Rindou's face flushed crimson, stunned as his heart pounded in his chest. "Y-yeah, thanks," his voice cracked as he returned the hug. "How long have you been here?"

"Three days. Decided to do a few reps with some dumbells today. The gym on campus was too crowded...so I came here," you paused and let your arms fall to your side, taking a small step back to take in his features. His jaw was sharper, more defined than when you were teens. His muscles were toned more than before. You thought he was handsome before, but now, he's simply striking. If you weren't blushing before, you certainly were now avoiding his sharp gaze as you rubbed your arm. "I-I'm glad to see you again."

Rindou smiled and nodded.

"Hey Rindou—

"Oh, Kakuchou," his eyes widened as he turned to face him. You were in his mind so much, he almost forgot about his friend he came with.

Kakuchou folded his arms, darting his gaze between the two of you as a small grin appeared on his face. "So....are you ready to go or—

"You go ahead. I'll stay a bit longer," Rindou smiled reassuringly, knowing exactly what was going through his friend's mind. Kakuchou nodded and waved, "ok, see ya later then."

"Bye Kaku-chan! It was nice seeing you again," you waved back. He turned towards the door briskly as a blush crept up his neck at the old nickname you gave him. "Y-yeah."

As Kakuchou left, you grasped Rindou's hand. "Wanna join me, Rin?" His cheeks glowed pink, nodding as you lead the way back to the dumbells, choosing the weight you felt comfortable with. Rindou grabbed a couple of fifteen kilos for himself for a lighter workout.

After a few stretches, you were ready to go. You performed a few curls and squats, mixing them up with the weights in sets. Rindou gave you insight to work more muscle groups through your routine. You really noticed the ones you missed after a couple reps, feeling that tense almost jelly-like sensation. He'd always use his sweet voice, the one he only used around you the whole session. It was almost like you'd never been apart.

Almost an hour later, your body was almost too sore to lift anymore. "Hey Rin, I think I'm done for today. Wanna go again later this week?" Honestly, you weren't ready to end the day with him yet. The way he looked at you, it appears he felt the same. "Sure," he takes his phone out of his pocket, "I'll give you my new number then." You nodded, adding his new info and placing it back in your bag with a giddy look on your face. You could talk to him like before.

With your bag over your shoulder, you began to step to the exit with Rindou in tow. You were about to head your separate ways when he spoke, "are you hungry?" He asks softly and starts nervously rubbing the back of his neck, "there's a café nearby if you'd like to go."

How could you refuse? Your eyes sparkled as you grabbed his hand. "Lead the way Rin!" He grinned softly, returning your grasp.

The wind tunneled through the streets here, sending a chill down your spine. Rindou paused his steps, releasing your hand as you gave him a puzzled look. He took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. "Better?" You blinked your eyes at him, then giggled, "as charming as ever. Thank you." You wrapped the jacket closer to you, taking in the scent. He smelled just as you remembered, like sandalwood with musky undertones. His hand gently grasped your shoulder, leading you along beside him. Warmth filled your cheeks as you leaned closer.

You entered the café with his hand still on your shoulder. It was warm and cozy inside with the soft lighting and cushioned chairs. One of the servers approached the two of you. "Table for the lovely couple?"

Your face flushed crimson. You were about to speak but Rindou beat you to it. "Yes, is there one available by the window?" Your server nodded, "why yes, follow me."

He didn't say no...

Why didn't he say no?

Wait....did I miss something? No...that's not it...

Rindou, if you want to get back together just say so.

You sat at the table with the perfect view of the sakura tree that was beginning to bud. The natural lighting brought out Rindou's features. You picked up your menu, trying not to look at him, knowing you'll turn into more of a blushing mess than you were earlier. Still, you had to bring that up. "So....Rin, are we...you know...a thing again?" You darted your eyes between him and the menu, trying not to stutter.

Warmth caressed your hand as he laid his onto yours, "if you want to be, then yes, we are." He smiled tenderly at you, making you melt. "I've missed you so much, sweetheart."

You didn't realize the tears already forming in your eyes when he confessed. "I missed you too, Rin. I thought about you every day...I'd love to be with you again!" He slid his hand under yours, lifting it closer to his face and gave you a chaste kiss. "Then I'm yours."

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The sun was setting by the time you left the café with Rindou, holding hands and leaning into each other like old times. He offered to walk with you to the station, which you happily obliged. It didn't take much for some unanswered questions to appear in your mind.

"Say Rindou, what happened while I was away? Did something happen the day you fought Toman?"

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "to start with, I got humiliated being beaten by this crybaby from Toman...then got arrested..."

Your hands slapped over your mouth as you gasped, "Oh my gosh...I'm so sorry Rin..." He grabbed your waist, pulling you against him. "It's in the past now. Sorry I couldn't talk to you for so long..." You shook your head at him as you wrapped your arms around him, "don't be, you've been through so much."

You stood there unmoving for a while, just basking in each other's comfort. "We should get moving or else you'll miss the train." You didn't want to stop, but you knew it was for the best.

When you approached the station, something was off. Police barricaded the entrance with a few cars parked outside, paramedics at the scene, and some guarding the entrance, informing passersby of the situation. A man had apparently entered the station and stabbed two people. Not much else is known but speculations are leading towards the suspect knowing the victims.

"Shit...the next station is a long way from here," you paused to yawn, "and I'm getting sleepy..."

"You can always stay with me and my brother. Our apartment is much closer," he offered. "Oh yes, please! That would be great." Rindou hummed at that, guiding you along once more.

"Oh, one thing I need to mention. Ran will be pissed when he sees you," he sighed with a slight groan. "What?! Is it because I left?" He nodded in response, "I wasn't myself for a long time and he blamed you for it."

"I mean...he has a good reason to be mad at me." You shifted your gaze to the ground, tears glossing over your eyes the more you thought. It never was your intention for Rindou to become depressed with your absence. "I'm so sorry Rin," you cried, squeezing him tightly in your arms, "I'm so sorry...I wish I could've stayed here...then you wouldn't —"

"Shhhh, that's enough. It's alright," he whispered, rubbing circles onto your back and wiping your tears away, "I know I wasn't the only one who felt that way."

You hummed, "yeah...I'm glad he's always been there for you."

"Can't say I enjoyed all his ways to cheer me up..."

You furrowed your brows at him, "and that would be?"

"The bitches he'd always try to hook me up with," he groaned. "Sure, some of them weren't so bad but none lasted more than two weeks...should've just stuck with the clubs."

"He was still trying to be a good brother."

"Yeah...I know. Still, Kakuchou was much better at keeping my mind off you. The competitions and sparring matches were the best...just glad he didn't take me to a yakuza office to fight again...," he shivered at the thought, "never again..."

"Wait...he did did what?!!" Your eyes nearly popped out at how wide they got. "I must've forgot to tell you about that with you leaving soon and all...didn't want to worry you." He rested his head on yours to reassure you. "Mmm, fair point. Still gonna talk to him though."

Rindou paused his steps again as you arrived at the apartment. "Wait here," he whispered, "he should be asleep by now but...just in case." You nodded as he unlocked the door,opening it slowly. All the lights were turned off, save for the light near the bathroom. You heard him sigh in relief. "Ok, be very quiet. If he wakes up, there's no telling what he'll do."

"And what would that be, Rin-Rin?"

You both froze at the voice from behind you. "A-aniki...I—"

Ran breathed a sigh, "I already know. Kakuchou told me everything.

Ran breathed a sigh, "I already know. Kakuchou told me everything." His tired eyes darted to yours. "I swear, if you break his heart again," he leans down to your right ear and whispers, "I'll break you."

A chill ran down your spine. You gulped as your hairs stood on end. "I-I promise I'll be good to him."

"You better."

"Ugh, aniki," Rindou rolled his eyes, "don't scare them. I'll be fine."

Ran tussles Rindou's hair with his signature smirk. "Alright, I won't scare them too much...for now." He steps inside and whips his head back. "You lovebirds coming in or what?"

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Might be a part 2 so stay tuned for more

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forest-hashira · 1 year ago

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Noble Blood - Chapter Four

hello again friends! sorry the wait between chapters was so much longer than the last two. life has been..... messy, to put it lightly. but the chapter is finished now and i'm posting it before i overthink it too much. i hope you enjoy!

fic masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: 2.4k | cw: gender neutral reader, gojo being a drama queen, a little bit of yaga slander (by gojo), that's pretty much it.

Not much changed after the new year’s festival. Satoru went back to his training sessions with Yaga while you and the rest of your friends attended school and filled your free time however you saw fit.

Winter quickly turned to spring, and before you knew it, the sakura trees were in full bloom, the soft pink-white petals dancing on the breeze and covering the streets, the delicate perfume from the blossoms filling the air and making everything seem brighter.

All of those things also reminded you of the sakura tree that grew outside of Satoru’s bedroom, and it made you miss him even more than you already did. But springtime had a habit of bringing hope and with it, and you allowed yourself to imagine things would get better soon, and you would be able to spend your days with Satoru as you used to.

It felt almost too good to be true when you stepped out of your house one morning to see Satoru and Shoko waiting for you outside.

“Thank god you’re here,” Shoko said. “He’s been driving me nuts while we were waiting. Says he has big news, or something, but that’s all I can get out of him.”

“Because we don’t have everybody here yet!” Satoru said, sticking his tongue out at Shoko before turning back to you and smiling brightly. “C’mon, we have a couple more stops to make.”

Unwilling to question how or why your friend was able to come down from the estate and spend time with all of you again, you nodded, following eagerly after him as he headed off down the road, presumably to pick up Utahime, then to see the Nanami siblings.

“Do you have any idea what he’s on about?” Shoko asked, leaning in a bit closer to you as the two of you followed the boy.

The only thing you could think of was that Satoru had finally decided to tell the rest of your friends that he had Kenji, regardless of what his parents wanted; he’d bonded with Kenji nearly three months before, and you were the only person outside the Gojo clan – besides Yaga – that knew Satoru had his dragon.

“None at all,” you told her, offering an apologetic smile.

She sighed, rolled her eyes. “I bet it’s not even anything important, he’s just tired of being cooped up at home and he wants us all to pay attention to him again.”

You said nothing in response, knowing that she was going to be absolutely floored when she found out about Kenji, though stifling your laughter over her words was hard.

“Are you guys talking about me back there?” Satoru asked, glancing over his shoulder at you and grinning. “I am the most interesting person you know, after all.”

“We’re talking about how annoying you are,” Shoko said, and her words were made even funnier by her completely deadpan delivery. Satoru scowled at her, sticking his tongue out for the second time that morning, and this time Shoko returned the gesture. All you could do was laugh at them.

It wasn’t long before the three of you reached Utahime’s house, and Shoko volunteered to be the one to knock on the door; Utahime and Satoru were friends, yes, but if she only saw him and didn’t know that anyone else was with him yet, the odds that she would shut the door in his face were high.

Utahime looked past Shoko with narrowed eyes at Satoru, though her expression relaxed when she saw you standing there with him, and after a moment she stepped outside to join the rest of you.

“What’s the ‘big news’ you have?” she asked your white haired friend suspiciously.

“I can’t tell you yet!” he declared with a grin. “We have to go get Nanamin first.” It was still exceedingly funny to you that Satoru still insisted on calling Kento by a diminutive of his last name, rather than by his first name like the rest of you did. Kento didn’t find it all that amusing, but he never complained about it, either.

And so, off the four of you went, Satoru leading the way while the rest of you followed after him. As you all filed into the bakery, you were greeted warmly by Kento’s father, Ginger perched on his shoulder for the time being.

“Hello, Nanami-san!” Satoru chirped, offering the older man a slight bow in greeting.

“Is Kento here?” Utahime asked curiously.

His father nodded. “Yes, I believe he’s upstairs. Kokoro is resting right now though, I’m afraid. She had a bit of a fever last night and didn’t sleep very well.”

You and Utahime frowned at that and offered your condolences, while Shoko gave a slight nod; her parents, as the healers of the settlement, always seemed to get busier when the seasons changed.

“I’ll tell him you’re here,” your friend’s father said, before turning and stepping out of the bakery and up to his home on the second floor.

As the four of you waited for him, your gaze drifted to the cookies on the display trays; now that spring was well underway, some of the seasonal flavors had come back, and you were happy to see them. There were the plain shortbread cookies, as always, but there were others now, too: petal-pink cookies cut carefully in the shapes of the flowers that flavored them filled one tray, while another tray was lined with circle-shaped cookies you knew to be flavored with the same green tea your mother drank in the mornings. You must have been staring harder than you realized, because next thing you knew, Satoru was poking your cheek to get your attention.

“Hungry?” he asked, somewhat teasingly.

You rolled your eyes at his question. “They’re pretty,” you said after a moment. “I like seeing them every year.”

Satoru said nothing, just gave a small hum in response, but he looked up at Kento’s father with a smile once the man returned to the counter, his son trailing behind him. “Nanami-san, I’d like to buy some cookies before we all head out.”

You blinked at him in surprise, not having expected him to indulge you in such a way. He requested five of the sakura cookies and five of the matcha cookies – one of each flavor for each member of your group – and after tilting his head slightly towards his shoulder, as if he were listening to something, he also asked for one regular shortbread cookie.

Once the treats were paid for and wrapped up, Satoru accepted them and led everyone back outside, insisting he had something important to tell everyone.

“I bet it’s not even actually important,” Kento grumbled, though he did easily accept his share of the cookies as they were passed to him. He took a bite out of the matcha one, chewing it carefully and swallowing it before adding, “He just wants to feel important.”

If only you knew, you thought, but you said nothing; you doubted your white haired friend would forgive you anytime soon if you stole his thunder.

The group stopped once everyone reached the large, gnarled maple tree that stood about halfway between the bakery and the schoolhouse. Without any words being exchanged, Satoru sat with his back to the trunk, the rest of you sitting in a half circle in front of him.

“Will you please drop the theatrics now and just tell us already?” Utahime asked, somehow still scowling as she chewed on her cookie.

Letting out a sigh that was very decidedly theatric, the boy relented. “Fine, fine, I suppose I’ve kept you all in suspense long enough.” He cleared his throat, sat up a bit straighter and, with a grin, announced, “I have a dragon.”

Before anyone even had time to call his bluff, Satoru pulled the plain shortbread cookie from the paper packaging, held it up closer to his shoulder, and said, “You can come out now, Kenji.”

Kenji, who apparently had a flare for the dramatic as much as Satoru did, poked his head out of the collar of the boy’s light jacket, then made a beeline for the cookie, climbing onto Satoru’s shoulder and taking the cookie into his mouth once it was within reach.

“You’re welcome,” your friend pointedly told his dragon, when he got no sort of thanks for the treat. Kenji made a suspiciously mocking sound in response, though he never tore his attention away from the cookie he was nibbling on.

Throughout the whole exchange, your friends stared at Satoru and Kenji, eyes wide and jaws slack, as if unable to believe what they were seeing. Knowing you had probably looked very similar when you first saw Kenji, you had to stifle a giggle.

Shoko, who was sitting closest to you, noticed your muffled laughter, and she turned towards you, still wide-eyed. “You knew?” she asked incredulously. “You knew he had his dragon and you didn’t tell us?”

“He would’ve thrown a huge fit if I told you before he did!” you defended.

“My parents wanted Kenji kept a secret at first,” Satoru added, coming to your defense as well.

“But they still knew before the rest of us did!” Utahime cut in. “How is that fair?”

You didn’t have an answer for that, so you turned to Satoru, hoping your white haired menace of a friend had an answer that would satisfy everyone.

“Because they’re Satoru’s best friend,” Shoko said, before the boy could answer for himself. It was clear in the way she emphasized “best friend” that she meant something else, and though you weren’t sure what, you found your feelings were a bit hurt by…whatever the implication was; the confusion and hurt you felt doubled as you watched Shoko, Kento, and Utahime all exchange a knowing glance. You turned to Satoru then, assuming he would be just as confused as you were, but he’d got a bit red in the face, and was very pointedly not looking at you, instead focusing on Kenji as the dragon practically mauled the cookie he’d been given.

“What’s important is that I’m telling you guys now,” Satoru insisted, still failing to meet your eyes, though his gaze did flash in your direction for a brief moment. “Besides,” he added, “he’s not even that exciting yet. All he does is steal my food and pretend he doesn’t understand what I’m saying to him during training.”

Apparently taking great offense at the snowy haired boy’s words, Kenji turned to face Satoru, making a series of displeased noises that were clearly some sort of complaint.

“You know it’s true— ow!”

At first you were shocked as you watched Kenji bite Satoru on the hand, but you relaxed when you realized he hadn’t actually broken the skin, and you laughed at how smug the little dragon looked, clinging to your friend’s arm and holding the cookie in his mouth as Satoru attempted to shake him off in retaliation for the bite.

“How is training going?” Shoko asked curiously, tilting her head slightly and slowly chewing a bite of her own cookie as she waited for an answer. “I’ve seen your teacher in town some, he seems prickly.”

“Yaga-sensei is sooooo boring,” Satoru sighed dramatically, apparently deciding to forgive Kenji for biting him, at least for the time being. “He makes me do the same exercises every day.”

“Do you and Kenji have those exercises learned yet?” asked Kento.

“No.”

“Then that’s why you keep having to do them.”

“But it’s so boring!”

“What’s his dragon like?” you cut in, realizing then that the one time you’d met Yaga, he had not had a dragon with him.

“You mean Panda?” Satoru asked, his brows furrowed slightly as if he were deep in thought.

“He doesn’t have a dragon?”

“Where did he even get a panda, anyways?” Utahime added, her features pinched together in confusion.

“No, he does have a dragon. The dragon’s name is Panda,” Satoru explained with a small smile on his face. “But I agree, it’s a stupid name for a dragon.”

“I’m assuming Panda is black and white?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from possibly dissolving into pointless bickering.

“Obviously,” Satoru replied, rolling his eyes. When he caught the way you were scowling at him, though, he straightened up a bit. “Yeah, Panda’s black and white. He does actually look a lot like a panda, it’s weird.”

“Can he fly?” This time Kento was the one to ask.

“I don’t think so? He doesn’t have any wings, at least, and I’ve never seen him fly.”

As the rest of your friends tossed questions at Satoru about his training, about Yaga, about Panda, just trying to get a feel for how much of his life had changed in the last couple of months, you were more than happy just to listen, but you looked down when you felt something on your leg.

Unnoticed by everyone else – including Satoru – Kenji had made his way across the space between where he and his rider sat, all the way over to you, who he had apparently deemed a better companion for the time being.

You watched with a smile as the dragon steadily made his way up your leg, and you offered him your hand to give him a more direct path to your shoulder. That seemed to be all the invitation he needed, and he quickly scampered up your arm, settling on your shoulder as he finished the last piece of the cookie he’d been given earlier.

After the dragon settled down in his new spot, you made an effort to move as little as possible, not wanting to jostle or upset him at all. You still weren’t sure why Kenji had taken a liking to you specifically and nobody else – besides Satoru, of course – but you tried not to question it too much; he didn’t seem to want anything from you, nor did it seem like he wanted to cause you problems, so you were content to let him seek you out whenever he saw fit. You may not have met your own dragon yet, but having caught the attention of your friend’s solid color dragon made you feel special.

Deep down you also hoped maybe it was a sign that you would meet your own dragon soon, and that maybe you’d be lucky enough to bond with a rare, special dragon, like Kenji.

for those of you who made it this far, first of all i want to say thank you for sticking around for the chapter updates! second, i want to let everyone know i'm going to be taking a break from this fic for a bit. i'm not sure how long, so i'm not going to give a time frame, but i literally frustrated myself to tears at least half a dozen times while writing this chapter, so i need to take a step back for a bit, before i frustrate myself to the point of fully giving up on this fic. i love this au, i want to keep writing this fic, but right now i need a break. i hope you'll all still be around when i'm ready to come back to it 💜

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namicakes · 4 months ago

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In his Monochrome world

Fluff to angstt

w: Mentions of violence, Character death, mentions of blood, Mentions of death, Super OOC Sakura

Haruka Sakura had always known his world was different. Ever since he was a child, his reality had been one of shades—black, white, and gray. He was born with achromatopsia, a rare condition that made him completely colorblind. While others could revel in the vibrant colors of a sunset or the rich greens of spring, Sakura's life was one of muted contrasts. He never knew what it felt like to see a blue sky or the red of a rose; they were just concepts, ideas described by others, but never experienced by him.

He had learned to live with it, though. As he grew older, the dullness of his world became a constant companion, and he had resigned himself to the fact that he would never see the world as others did. But that all changed one fateful day.

It was a cold, overcast afternoon when he first saw her. Sakura was sitting on a bench at the park, lost in a book, when he heard the sound of laughter—a light, musical sound that pulled him from his reading. He looked up, and there she was, walking across the park, her hair flowing in the breeze. It was long, cascading down her back in waves, and it was red—a color so vivid, so bright, that Sakura was momentarily stunned. For a moment, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, but the red was still there, striking and undeniable.

It wasn’t just her hair; her eyes, too, were a deep, warm shade of red, glowing like embers against the gray world. Sakura felt his heart skip a beat. It was impossible, yet here she was, the only color in his otherwise monochrome vision. He was frozen, unable to take his eyes off her, until she noticed him staring and smiled.

“Hi,” she said, her voice as warm as her eyes. “Do I know you?”

Sakura stammered, caught off guard. “I—uh, no. I don’t think so. Sorry, I was just... surprised.”

“Surprised?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Why’s that?”

sakura hesitated, but there was something about her that made him want to be honest. “I have achromatopsia,” he said. “I can’t see colors. Everything is black and white to me, except... you. Your hair and your eyes, they’re red. I’ve never seen color before, and yet... I can see yours.”

The girl’s smile softened, and she took a seat beside him on the bench. “That’s interesting,” she said, her tone curious. “I’ve never heard of something like that before. I’m Y/n, L/n Y/n, by the way.”

“Sakura Haruka” he replied, still in a daze. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

As they talked, Sakura found himself drawn to her. Y/n was lively, with a wit and warmth that made the world around them feel a little less cold. She had a way of making him laugh, of drawing him out of his shell, and for the first time in his life, Sakura felt like he was truly seeing. The days turned into weeks, and they began meeting regularly, exploring the city together, sharing stories and dreams.

Sakura learned that Y/n was an artist, which made sense to him. She had a passion for capturing beauty, for finding color even in the grayest corners of the world. She would show him her sketches, describing the colors she used, and though Sakura couldn’t see them, he could almost imagine the vivid hues she painted with her words.

But there was still one thing he couldn’t understand. “Why can I see your hair and eyes?” he asked one day, as they sat on a rooftop, watching the sun dip below the horizon. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Y/n thought for a moment, her red eyes thoughtful. “Maybe it’s because you see me differently,” she said, her voice gentle. “Maybe I’m the one thing in your world that’s different, and that’s why you can see a little bit of color.”

Sakura smiled, thinking about how true that was. Y/n was the only splash of color in his life, the only thing that brightened his dull, gray world. And he realized then that he was falling for her, that he had been falling for her since the moment he first saw her.

They were walking home one evening, after a night of stargazing and laughter, when everything changed. The street was quiet, and Y/n was telling a story, her hands gesturing animatedly, when Sakura noticed a car approaching. It was moving too fast, swerving slightly, and Sakura’s instincts kicked in. He grabbed Y/n’s arm, trying to pull her back, but the car sped up, veering directly toward them.

Sakura shouted, but it was too late. The car slammed into Y/n, sending her sprawling across the pavement, her red hair fanning out around her like a crimson halo. The car didn’t stop; it sped away, disappearing into the night, leaving Sakura kneeling beside her, his heart pounding, his hands shaking as he tried to wake her.

“Y/n, stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, stay with me.”

he picked her up in a bridal style, with a shaking hands, he started walking into a nearby hospital “There was a nearby hospital, I'm taking you there” he said voice laced with worry

“Haruka?” he heard her mumble, voice weak “We're almost there Y/n, please just stay awake for me.” he pleaded desperately, he could feel that the warmth of her body was slowly leaving, he could feel her tears dampening his shirt

“Haruka look at me” Y/n said weakly in between breaths, as much as sakura does not want to, they way her weak voice called his name made him look into her red eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with, her eyes stayed the same. Even though she was slowly losing her life yet her eyes still shines like a flame

“You're beautiful.” she told him, there was a tear that streamed down her face and before he could say anything he felt her body went limp and cold, Panicked rush through his body as he rushed his way to the hospital.

everything after that was a blur. And Sakura found himself sitting in a waiting room, his mind numb with fear. Hours passed, but when the doctor finally came out, his expression was grim.

“She’s in a coma,” the doctor said. “There’s a blood clot forming in her brain. We’re doing everything we can, but her condition is critical.”

Sakura felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. He spent the next few days at the hospital, refusing to leave her side, holding her hand and talking to her, even though she couldn’t hear him. He told her about all the places they would go once she woke up, about how they would find whoever did this and make them pay.

But Y/n never woke up.

One morning, as Sakura sat by her bedside, the machines around her started beeping erratically. Nurses rushed in, followed by doctors, and Sakura was pushed out of the room. He stood in the hallway, watching through the window as they tried to save her, but deep down, he knew.

A few minutes later, a doctor came out, his face drawn and weary. “I’m sorry,” he said. “We couldn’t save her.”

Sakura felt his legs give out, and he sank to the floor, his chest tight, his vision blurring with tears. Y/n was gone, and with her, the only color he had ever known.

After Y/n’s death, something inside Sakura snapped. He couldn’t just let it go, couldn’t let the person who had taken her from him walk away. He began asking questions, talking to anyone who might have seen something that night, following leads that led him deeper into the city’s underbelly. It took weeks, but he finally found out who was driving the car—a local thug, known for his reckless behavior and ties to a shady gang.

Sakura confronted him one night, catching him alone in a dark alley. The man was taller, stronger, but Sakura didn’t care. Rage boiled inside him, a dark, consuming fire that had been building ever since he lost Scarlet.

“You killed her,” Sakura said, his voice low, dangerous. “You took her from me.”

The man sneered, his expression smug. “Yeah? So what? It was just an accident. She was in the way.”

Those words were the last straw. Sakura lunged at him, his fists flying, fueled by all the pain and anger he had been holding in. The man tried to fight back, but Sakuta was relentless, hitting him over and over, until he was a bloody, broken mess on the ground.

Sakura stood over him, panting, his knuckles bruised and bleeding, but he didn’t care. All he could see was Y/n’s face, her red eyes and warm smile, the way she had brightened his world. He thought about how she would never smile like that again, and it made him want to hurt this man even more.

But as he raised his fist to strike again, he stopped. Y/n’s voice echoed in his mind, soft and kind, telling him to let go, to stop before he lost himself completely. Sakura’s hand trembled, and he slowly lowered it, stepping back.

The man on the ground groaned, barely conscious, and Sakura turned away, the rage inside him replaced by a deep, aching sadness. He knew nothing he did would bring Y/n back, that no amount of revenge would make the world bright again.

The police found the man later, and he was arrested, but it didn’t matter to Sakura. Y/n was gone, and the world was once again cold and gray. Yet, as he walked away from the alley, he looked up at the sky, and for a moment, he thought he saw a hint of red—a fleeting, beautiful color that reminded him of her, and he smiled sadly, knowing that she would always be the one bright spot in his dark world

#windbreaker x reader #sakura haruka #sakuraharuka #sakura haruka x reader #furin high #bofurin #harukasakura x reader #sakura x reader #windbreaker anime #satorunii

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sakuyomihana · 1 year ago

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⋆˙⟡ Tangled Threads Of Hearts ⋆˙⟡

*Disclaimer: This is an original work done by me. Pls do not steal it or repost it anywhere else. Thank you and have a happy reading day~!

It had been years since you had started to date the love of your life. Now, you are happily married and are expecting a child of your own very soon. Hmm, will the child take after the father or the mother? Or will the child be a boy or a girl?

Well, you will see soon enough as you continue reading this story till the end. It's only just the beginning after all...

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Prologue

Year 2023, Spring

Location: Xianzhou Luofu, Exalt Sanctum District

It was the start of a new school year. Spring is just around the corner as the sakura trees began to bloom after the cold winter had met its end. The city streets are now bustling with adults, teenagers and children alike, as they each get ready to begin their busy daily life again after the winter holidays.

Standing out amongst the crowd, was you. Nose still red from the morning cold breeze that had blown by, you stood at the waiting zone of your train station, waiting for your train to arrive. As you adjusted your muffler to keep yourself warm from the cold, you finally heard the much awaited announcement over the pa system.

“Attention please, the train will be arriving at the platform shortly.”.

‘Finally!’, you thought.

As soon as the train arrived, everyone immediately scurried into the train compartments to get away from the cold. To your delight, you had managed to secure a seat for yourself after some twisting and turning within the crowded compartment.

Content, you took out your phone and earpiece, plugging them in, you turned on some relaxing, comforting morning music that you had recently discovered and began reading a book that you had not finished over the holidays. Immersing yourself in the calmness of the music, your eyes were glued to the book that you were reading.

It was still a long ways from your destination, thus giving you the time to read slowly. This was how you always spent your mornings as you traveled to school everyday, this was really the only time where you can have some peace to yourself and do something that you really loved. You have time after school of course, however, as soon as the first week of school ends, you will be too busy with school work to even do those anymore.

Reading is not the only hobby that you enjoy. Drawing, cooking and even sewing! Those were the things that you find solace in doing as it did not require you to interact with anyone. You were an introvert in other words, and still are to this day.

You were just beginning your first term as a third year high school student. Time really does fly.. It felt like it was only just yesterday when you had first started high school. Many things had passed across the last two years, good and bad. You made many friends, good and bad. But ultimately, you only have a few close ones that you really trust and find comfort in.

“Attention please, the train will be approaching Astral Avenue.”.

‘Ah..’, you thought.

This was your stop. Packing up your things, you made sure that you had everything and adjusted your muffler one last time. As the train doors began to open, you took in a deep breath, taking one step at a time as the morning crowd had already dispersed, you braced yourself for the busy times ahead as your feet stepped out of your cozy, morning leisure bubble..

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Tangled Threads Of Hearts

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#caelus x reader #honkai star rail #gepard x reader #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #high school au #modern au

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pix4japan · 11 months ago

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A Serene Encounter: Cherry Blossoms and Mt. Fuji at Ideboku Dairy Farm

Location: Fujinomiya, Shizuoka, Japan Timestamp: 13:28・2024/02/28

Fujifilm X100V with 5% diffusion filter ISO 160 for 1/750 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Astia/Soft film simulation

Nestled within the tranquil surroundings of Ideboku Dairy Farm and Cafe, early blooming Kawazu-Zakura cherry blossoms graced the parking lot. As I stepped out of my car, the delicate petals fluttered in the breeze like a delicate dance in the cold early spring air. From the right angle, one can capture their ethereal beauty juxtaposed against the majestic silhouette of Mt. Fuji in the distance.

In this shot, I feel the Kawazu-Zakura blossoms carry the message of spring's imminent arrival, with hues of pink and white delicately painting the scene against the azure sky. However, the gentle breeze caused the branches to sway, making it challenging to capture a focused shot at first. Despite the initial difficulty, I persisted in my attempt to encapsulate the essence of these two symbols of Japanese culture: the cherry blossoms and Mt. Fuji.

Google Maps links and sources available at my latest blog post – a quick 1-minute read (https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20240228-sakura).

#風景写真 #富士山 #河津桜 #pix4japan #X100V #Fujifilm #landscape photography #Japan #Mt. Fuji #cherry blossoms #sakura

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cosmical-flowers · 4 months ago

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hi!!!! 🌲 🌙 and 🐸 for the f/ovember ask game if thats ok :3?

Alrighty! Let’s see … First off, a favorite place to go with Sakura! We like to head to the rooftop a lot if nobody’s there, especially in the Spring and Fall, that we do. Sometimes, while me and Mayoi train on the rooftop, she’ll study nearby us and give us moral support! I think the breeze is nice up there and it’s usually warm during the spring and summer, that I do. It’s nice to just soak up the sun, it is not?

Theres also another question! “Do you like the nighttime?” Yep, 100%! Ninja’s do most of their attacks during the night, so it makes sense that i’m fond of it as well, that it does! Usually, i’ll spend my nights reading manga online, or maybe just watching shows. She usually does stay up late as well. Sakura sometimes texts me to go to sleep during 11pm or 12am at times. It does make me wonder, is she just up at that time as well?

It seems that the last question has been asked already as well! The answer is here, so you can submit another one in its place! .. I-If you want! It’s just been a lot of fun to answer these so far, yes it has!

#Sometimes Sakura ends up humming a few songs while on the rooftop and I’ll listen im. She has a beautiful voice doesn’t she?#// THEY’RE SO CUTE AUSGHDHEBDBEJDJX #cosmical flowers chats: ask games #f/ovember #f/ovember ask game #f/o #romantic f/o

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aurorasgate · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! I'm so excited for the match up event it looks so cute!! I love the spring idea! Could I get a match up for me for the prompt "flower petals"? It's cherry blossom season! 🥰

Here's a little about me:

-MBTI: INFJ

-pronouns: she/her

-personality: sweet, considerate, funny, shy but talkative once comfortable

-likes: animals, reading, listening to music, hanging out with friends, exploring

-what I want in a partner: sweet and considerate, someone I could joke with, someone who can uplift and hold me on my worst days, helps me keep my anxiety in check

Thank you so much! Hope you are having a wonderful evening! 🥰❤️

i match you with..

✿ thoma

steady footsteps sounded from behind you, quiet against the vibrant grass but heavy enough to let you know someone was approaching though you didn’t look back to see who it was. you already knew it was thoma and felt your chest grow warmer at the thought he came to find you all the way out here; outside of the city, nestled in between the trees blooming with lovely pink petals, a book in your hand and taroumaru resting comfortably at your side.

“i knew i’d find you here,” he says sweetly and the butterflies in your stomach flutter, the shibas ears perking up at the familiar voice. how did he always seem to know when you wanted him the most? and did he always show up because he felt the same as you?

marking your place with a bookmark he had gifted you, you slip the book back into your bag, looking up at him with a smile as he closes the distance between you. he looks so unbelievably handsome, a cool breeze ruffling his bangs, the colors of pink and blue behind him complimenting his bright emerald eyes and matching smile. before you know it he's at your side, resting on his knees and digging through the basket you hadn’t noticed when he was holding until now.

“i thought you might be hungry or at least in need of something refreshing to drink,” he answers your question before you can ask it. “and i..” he hesitates for a moment to finish his thought, gaze focused on the basket in front of him, blonde locks blocking him from your full view. you wish you could see his face but you swear you see the tips of his ears dusting with red. “i had some free time and wanted to see you.”

“the very limited free time you have and you wished to spend it with me?” you tease with a chuckle that was meant to hide your nerves, to mask your heart leaping inside your chest and begging him to say yes.

oh and he wonders if he should say even more than that because as he looks up at you, seeing you bathed in soft shadows of the trees, sakura petals resting in your hair unknown to you, radiating in your beauty both inside and out, his feelings for you were on the tip of his tongue. so close to not being able to be held back for a moment longer.

he lets it overflow just a bit now, unable to stop himself, reaching for the petal in your hair, gentle to not pull a single strand as he takes the sakura petal in his grasp but doesn’t pull his fingers away. gently you feel them against your scalp and lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed, as he says. “yes, there's no one else i’d rather be with.”

authors note: aaa hi love! thank you for always being so sweet and kind and for participating in my event! i was so excited to do this for you heh though i'm sorry it took me so long but i do hope you enjoy it <3 thank you again! xoxox

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#blooming love match ups #thoma #thoma x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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raytm · 11 months ago

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ELEMENTS OF TEYVAT. bold for what always applies, italic for ‘sometimes’ or ‘in certain verses’

ANEMO

a sense of restlessness. a wish upon a dandelion seed. well-worn walking boots. the taste of sweet white wine. a bird’s wings outstretched in flight. unable to sit still for long. a notebook filled with poetry. seeking solitude to think. a tendency towards pushing oneself too hard for the sake of others. a scrapbook filled with photographs of places travelled to. happy whistling in the morning. a clear blue sky. the wind ruffling through your hair. the sleeplessness that comes from having too much and nothing to do all at once. the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. four-leaf clover. grapes ripening on the vine. a spinning compass. the tune of a song you have forgotten the words to long ago. hiding your pain behind a smile.our greatest duty is to others.

GEO

as solid and dependable as foundations of stone. wondering about those who walked this road before you. an unshakeable will. statues weathered by the passing of time. glimmering jewels. golden opulence. solemn memories. respecting tradition, yet not bound by it. oral legends passed down through families. the silence of a tomb. dusty old books. pleasantly fragrant tea. candles flickering at the altar. perfectly cut jade. the softness of expensive silk. hearth and home. stronger than you look. lilies blooming under the full moon. the smell of a hearty meal served by a loved one. a night at the opera. a story told over dinner amongst friends. ornate chopsticks. sunrise over distant peaks.those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

ELECTRO

a preference for familiar routine. sakura blossoms drifting on a gentle breeze. troubled thoughts, darkening clouds.fireworks bursting across the summer night’s sky. the sweetness of candy on the tongue. each day like the one before it. peacefully reading under a tree.a remarkable person thought strange by many. wits as sharp as a blade. afraid of what the future holds. crumbling like a castle of sand. a sudden growl of thunder to interrupt a previously pleasant afternoon. strict adherence to the rules of tradition. desperately trying to hold on to a fleeting dream. fearful of your own potential. an explosive temper. the calm before the storm. relentless in pursuit of your goals. absolute clarity of vision. turning of the hourglass. the only true ending is being forgotten.

DENDRO

wandering barefoot in the grass. hands cupped around fresh garden soil. a crown of wildflowers. sun-kissed skin. freckles like a constellation. grass-stained clothes. the background noise of chatter in a busy market. strong roots in unstable ground. the woods are lovely, dark and deep. the fresh scent of crushed medicinal herbs. often preferring plants to people. finding joy in causing a garden to bloom.always knowing things that others don’t. heart like an open book around those who matter. burdened by all that knowledge. advocating growth. trading in secrets. grieving the agony of the earth. green-fingered. a bath filled with flower petals. knows how to kill you with 20 different poisons. loves even the most ugly of blooms. full of childlike wonder. the flower that blooms in adversity. be less the innocent flower, and more the viper underneath it.

HYDRO

scent of the first spring rain. as swift and graceful as the river. a taste of salt: the sea or one’s own tears?. moonlight on the surface of a lake. footprints laid out before you in the sand. hearing the waves when you hold a seashell to your ear.a singular cause that means everything. a torrent of grief that threatens to drag you under. shimmering fish-scales. small stones cast huge ripples. the courage it takes to do what is right. fate is a force more powerful than the will of gods or man. firm and resolute. the call of the tides. feeling always somehow inadequate. the sea is both a cradle and a tomb. a quiet pride in one’s accomplishments. a sense of justice that can’t be broken.intent on communication: even if you’re saying what they don’t want to hear. keeping your promises. always the first one to step forward. preferring night to day. starlight, star-bright.

PYRO

fist raised in protest .was studying the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. clash of steel upon steel. the sweat of one’s brow and the strength of one’s back. iron heart, iron will. black-ash sand. burning in righteous fury for past wrongs. blazing creativity. passion as hot as the unrelenting sun. light up the night. bloody knuckles. molten lava. the strong one for the sake of others. merry laughter.often misunderstood. loving and hating fiercely. the smoke of the forge. hammer and tongs. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.raising your voice where it counts. sunburned shoulders. fire-red hair. a drink between friends before the battle begins.relentless hope despite everything. anger forged in the fires of past trauma. never hide your light from others. loud, but kind. i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you.

CRYO

the crown weighs so heavy. softly falling snow. mountain peaks under a frosty twilight. a cold and cautious exterior to shield your broken heart. a feeling like you just don’t belong. desperately reaching out for love that never comes. a chill so deep it makes your bones ache. breath misting in the air. catching snowflakes on your tongue. it must never happen again. tear trails still frozen on your cheeks. the beauty of a snowflake. the snow queen was always your favourite fairy-tale. some things you just can’t speak about. cruelly crushed innocence. pushing others away, even though you really want to let them in. eerily echoing bells, slow as a funeral toll. empty halls once filled with laughter. a photograph hidden in a drawer. a rose wilting in a sudden snap frost.

#this was actually alot of fun ok bye.#* ๋࣭•*⁀➷ 𝐵𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿. › 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲.#steal it from me and tag me so i can read it.

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inkquillery · 2 years ago

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first spring breeze

May felt it — a string, thin and fragile yet somehow utterly indestructible, reaching deep into her chest and tying itself around her heart.

And then it pulled taut, as if whoever held the other end in their hands were pulling her along.

Against her better judgement, May gave in to the siren’s song, allowing her feet to move away from the meeting spot and towards the music. She could hardly focus on anything else, even as her partner questioned her. The rise and fall of the notes bled through her ears and to her mind like a blanket of music, tunneling her vision to nothing else as the melody guided her along a well-trodden path and through the many sakura trees.

Until, what both seemed to be an eternity and a mere second later, a playground came into view.

What caught May’s eye almost immediately was the white playground dome climber… or more specifically: the young girl standing upon its apex, fingers dancing expertly along the keys of a blue melodica.

Bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, shoulders gently dipping and swaying, vibrant dyed purples jostling against blonde, and wholly immersed in a world of her own design, of her own music…

She was in her power; she had fallen into her trance.

It was such a simple scene, and yet… spellbinding. That was the only word May could think of to describe it, though even that thought was a distant one, for she, Agent Melinda May of S.H.I.E.L.D., was in this unnamed girl’s power, inexplicably but totally. And how strange it was, to feel herself so completely under the control of another person, but also how… ordinary.

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#agents of shield #daisy johnson #melinda may #maydaisy #mama may #philindaisy #your lie in april #aos fanfiction #ylia au

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system-to-the-madness · 1 year ago

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Scars Like Cobwebs on Your Face - Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 246 Warnings: SPOILER FOR UP TO CHAPTER 213, facial scars, mentions of past wounds and blood Summary: The first time, Megumi spots the scars on your face

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It was the first warm day of spring, when Megumi noticed the fine scars on your face. The two of you were sitting outside at one of the tables underneath the blooming Sakura blossoms. The sun had gained its strength back in the last couple of days, and finally it was warm enough to sit outside. Megumi was glad he had recovered from the whole ordeal of last autumn and winter enough to spend the first real day of spring outside with you. Even though right now you were working on a project Gojō had given to the two of you.

Megumi wondered if his white-haired and cockier than ever teacher couldn’t have spared them this stupid project in the last week of their first year, especially since it had been less than a month since Megumi had woken up after the final battle in Shinjuku. But Gojō was annoying and had given them the task anyway.

The classroom felt strangely empty without Kugisaki there, but Yūji made up for it with being more energetic than ever. Much to Megumi’s surprise Yūji had even been the first one to finish his part for the group work, and since he had been sent on a small mission, this left Megumi and you to add the finishing touches. Not that Megumi was complaining about the time he got to spend with you. No, much on the contrary. He was very pleased to get some alone time with you, even though he would have preferred spending it by talking about almost anything other than homework.

A soft spring breeze was tucking at the cardigan you had wrapped around your shoulders, and absentmindedly you pulled it back into place, ignoring the strand of hair that had blown into your face and now clung to your cheek. Megumi wished he could reach over and brush it behind your ear, but his heart stuttered at the mere thought of it. Unthinkable to actually do it. But his eyes stayed glued to your face, watching as you leant closer over the paper, writing tiny signs neatly into the lines.

The sunlight caught delicately on your lashes, making them glow, and the shadow of a few blossoms painted faint shadows on your skin. It was then that Megumi noticed the fine line that stretched from the side of your nose down to the corner of your mouth.

He blinked, surprised that he had never seen the scar before, and leant in a little closer; just a little so you wouldn’t notice while being focused on your course work. The scar was several shades lighter than your skin tone, and left and right of it, Megumi could even see the small puncture wounds where it had been stitched. His heart hurt at the thought that at one point you had been injured badly enough to having had to get stitches, especially in the face. He wondered when it had happened. During the culling game? He was fairly certain that you hadn’t had this scar last summer. He had spent enough time staring at you to know.

His eyes skipped further over your features, as if searching for any other imperfections he had not previously spotted, and stopped on another, short but equally fine line under your right eye. It was slightly discolored, barely noticeable even in the bright light of the afternoon sun, but now that Megumi really looked at you, he could just about make it out. Even though the wound had long healed, the proximity to your eyes unsettled him. How close you had been to losing your eye to whatever had caused that wound! Megumi’s eyes flickered over to your left side, almost as if to assure himself that your other eye was fine, had never been as close to losing sight as the right one.

Instead of comfort, he found another thin line under your eye, this one even closer to your lashes. And there, very faint but definitely there, were small scars on your eyelid. On your eyelid! Which god had looked out for you when you had been hurt that day, whenever that had been?

Megumi worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept studying the fine scars on your skin, when suddenly a thought popped into his head, that made him almost physically sick. Had he been the one who had caused these scars? Had that happened during the short battle you and Yūji had fought against Sukuna? Had Megumi’s own hands caused these scars that now spread over your face like thin cobwebs?

“You can ask, you know? I won’t be mad.”

The sound of your voice tore Megumi out of his thoughts. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, not turning your head to look at him. It was then, that Megumi realized just how close he had moved, his nose almost bumping your cheek. His breath caught in his throat, but instead of pulling away, he only tilted his head. The motion caused the distance between your faces to increase by a fraction, but you, instead of pulling away fully, turned your head just enough to be able to look at him better, immediately narrowing the gap again.

Megumi swallowed.

“Ask what,” he wondered, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, before focusing back on him, your gaze tracking his as his eyes flickered back to the scars.

“Don’t play dumb Fushiguro. We both know you’re not.”

“I’m not sure I want to know the truth,” he answered, more honestly this time, the way your tongue darted out, wetting your lips not escaping his attention. He wondered what they tasted like.

“Just ask.”

“How did you get these-”

He didn’t finish the sentence, and instead reached up with his hand, brushing the fingertip of his index finger over the scar by your nose and then over the one underneath your left eye. Had your breath just hitched? He quickly pretended to cover the slight contact up by tucking the strand of hair out of your face where it had still clung to your cheek.

“Sukuna,” you answered, and Megumi felt his heart plummet. “He kicked me off that roof and straight through the window of an office building. I was able to catch the worst impact, but not the glass splinters.”

Megumi felt his throat close up. It had been him, who had injured him, his own hands had hurt you, caused you pain. How were you even able to stand looking at his face? He tried hard to get his breathing back in check, his hands tensing into fists involuntarily, nails digging into his palms painfully.

“Stop it,” you whispered, and Megumi wondered if you had leant even closer. Your warm breath fanned cover his skin comfortingly, your familiar scent filled his nose and calmed him down. “Stop. I know what’s going on in this head and I don’t like it.” Your warm hand came up to the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheeks softly, before it fell back into your lap. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. Megumi, it wasn’t you, who hurt me. And I don’t blame you.”

“But if I- if I had tried to-“

“Shut up.”

For the fraction of a second Megumi was tempted to answer with a stubborn ‘make me’ just to find out if you’d kiss him to shut him up, like in this one movie you had watched together the other weekend, you and him sitting somewhat closer than he usually would have deemed acceptable between friends. But to him you were not just a friend. And he was not ready for the feeling of disappointment that would settle in his chest if you didn’t kiss him to shut him up. But he didn’t have much more time to think about it, because after a short pause you continued talking.

“I don’t blame you. Nobody does. I’m just glad you’re back with me.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words. Not back with ‘us’, but back with ‘me’. His cheeks burnt up with a blush as you watched his reaction before you nudged your nose against his very softly as if you were scared to overstep a boundary. But you didn’t even have to move in to nudge him like this, that was how close the two of you had gravitated towards each other already.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Your voice was only a whisper, your lips already so close to his that he could literally feel them move around the words they formed.

“Do you want me to,” he asked back equally quiet, his heart beating hard in his chest.

“I’ve wanted you to kiss me since last summer, but thanks for noticing,” you teased, making him almost laugh.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “for making you wait.”

And with that he lent in the last fraction of an inch, eyes fluttering closed, pressing his lips to yours firmly.

He could feel the shiver than ran through you, how you shifted closer to him, one hand coming to rest on his knee beside you, the other reaching up to his neck. Cool fingertips ghosted over the baby hair on his nape twirled them for a moment before wrapping more tightly into his longer strands. A strange sensation of victory settled in Megumi’s heart as he, spurred on by your touch, found the courage to reach out too, settling his hands on your waist. He struggled to understand how he got lucky enough to find himself in this position, how he deserved to sit under cherry blossoms and kiss you. It hardly seemed possible that you returned his feelings, but your lips against his, your hand in his hair, the little shivers that ran through your body every time he shifted his palms against the rigid fabric of your uniform assured him of your feelings.

There were no words needed, and when your tongue nudged against his lips almost hesitantly, there were no words left in his head anyway. All his focus was on you, the rest of the world had stopped existing, as far as he cared. Whenever he peeked out from underneath his lashes, he could see your skin, your own lashes fluttering against your cheeks, resting on these fine scars he had only noticed today for the first time.

His nose was filled with the scent of your hair, his heart beating so loud in his ears that he struggled out make out the uneven, almost shaky breaths you took as you pressed closer to him. Your lips tasted sweet, like the iced tea the two of you had shared at the vending machine before coming here, and Megumi wondered if his lips tasted the same. Underneath his palms, he could feel the shifting of your muscles, your warmth seeping through the fabric. And suddenly it was all too much. Not that he could ever get enough of you, but his senses seemed to go into overdrive, and Megumi pulled away, leaning back while gasping for breath, his eyes widened.

“Megumi,” alarmed you pulled your hands away from where they had rested on his body, and immediately he missed your touch. “What’s wrong?”

A smile tucked at his lips then, one of these rare smiles, that you once had told him you liked seeing on him so much.

“Just- overwhelmed,” he admitted, and he watched you bite your lip, almost as if you were ashamed. Gods, now he knew what your lips felt like on his, what they tasted like. He wanted to taste them again.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, sitting back properly again from where you had shifted to be closer to him.

“I’m not,” Megumi shook his head. “So you don’t be it either. I just… I’ve gotta get used to it. If you want.”

You looked up at him again, your eyes shimmering with something Megumi had seen in your expression only a few times before. He hadn’t been able to put a word to it then, but he was now: love.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, a smile growing brighter on your lips.

Megumi was pretty sure his heart was about to give out with how frantically it was beating. He had liked you almost for a whole year, practically since the day you had showed up for the first class of the school year. You had had him wrapped around your little finger from the first day on, with how clever you were, how you handled his sarcasm and shot right back, with how you took no shit, dealt with Gojō and everything else really. And now that you knew of his feelings for you, you had not turned him down. How had he gotten so lucky?

“Can I kiss you again,” Megumi asked, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

When you nodded, he brought his hand up to your chin, cupping it softly, and leant in again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your mouth. Nothing as deep as the first one, but just enough to catch another taste of the sweetness of your lips.

“I could get used to that,” you whispered, as Megumi pulled away from the short kiss to be able to look at you, his thumb ghosting absentmindedly over the scar between your nose and your lips.

He nodded in agreement and smiled again.

“That can be arranged,” he chuckled and leant in again.

@delzinrowe @hugesimp1234

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kahran042 · 2 years ago

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A few new incorrect quote templates

A: I'm tired. B: I'm hungry. C: I'm cute! (Source: Animaniacs)

A: Fish is brain food, B. It'll make you smart. B: Yeah, but first it'll make me sick! (Source: Arthur)

A (singing): Oh, everybody thinks that my brother stinks like a piece of yellow cheese. But me, I say that he's okay, as long as there's a breeze! (Source: Arthur)

A: A cup of your best hot water with brown grit in it - unless, of course, by some miracle, your coffee shop has started selling coffee. (Source: Blackadder)

A: Go saddle my horse. B: What do you think you've been eating for the last two months? (Source: Blackadder)

A: Only I can make fun of B. C: You really do have a sister complex. A: Shut up. (Source: Cardcaptor Sakura)

A: My dad's smarter than yours. B: We have the same dad. A: Yeah, but mine's smarter. (Source: Family Guy)

A: You can't even hold a birthday candle to the blazing flame of my winning spirit! (Source: Final Fantasy V)

A (to B): We're having the best Spring Break of our lives, and we don't need you around nerding it up. C: That job is taken! (Source: The Simpsons)

A: I'm bored. B: Why don't you read something? A: Because I'm trying to reduce my boredom. (Source: The Simpsons)

#incorrect quotes #long post

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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Nothing much but Yandere!Emperor!Zhongli/Morax with a sorta? Willing darling

Ok so yk how these two have INSANELY different characteristics? Cuz when Zhongli was in his prime as Morax he was like really ruthless & killed an insanely amount of minor Gods? And how Zhongli is basically his retired version? Ok so in this brainbot were using morax.

So yeah, like Imagine being a commoner like nothing much (+the darling is an orphan/ but not technically since shes a legal adult <18+>) & somehow you caught the eye of the emperor and automatically became Empress in less than a week (papers, complains etc)

Like for the entire empire its a love story straight from a fairytale, and everyone praises how lucky you are for having the Great & powerful Emperor (whos currently in his prime) wrapped around your finger, being the only one who’s currently carrying his heir its xiao, & the only one who manages to keep him sane when someone pissed him off.

But for darling it really exactly.

All you ever wanted was to live a peaceful quiet life, with or without a partner. Although that goal is really hard to achieve with the Darling’s beautiful goddess-like appearance which makes people (yes and I mean both boys and girls) go awooga, & darling knows is this very well so she every time she goes out she always wears a veil mask (although its very thick by looking at it, its very breathable & actually really light).

It was a typical day for darling, going on a small walk around the outskirts of the forest where not a lot of people go then chill under the big ass cherry blossom tree.

Its one of the only places she can actually take of her veil and enjoy the cool gentle breeze on your face.

Unbeknownst to you some was watching you behind a tree.

For Morax it was his first time seeing someone so beautiful. Sure he had a harem filled with beautiful concubines, which for some unknown reason to the Nobility he never touched.

He finds himself not attracted to any of them although he does provide enough money for them to live in luxury.

But the moment he saw you by accident on one of his rare walks, he was enamoured by your appearance. For some reason he finds himself coming back to the same just to stare at you read a book or sort out berries under the tree where sakura blooms every spring.

After a while he approached you as someone named Zhongli, like nobody special just another commoner like you from a different district so thats why you have never seen each other. You grew to be comfortable around him to the point you were comfortable enough to invite him to your house.

As time goes by (like 2 months) Zhongli Morax started falling for you, falling inlove with your beautiful angelic smile, the way your beautiful eyes go doe like a deer’s as when tells you history, the way blush when he compliments your rare features, your kind heart, the way yours eyes brighten when given your favourite tea (which was actually hella expensive, you only managed to try it because sometimes a merchant would be selling these for a very affordable price which was very rare, so when you asked him where he got the money for this expensive shit he just gave you a calm smile and said “Dont question it”), basically everything about you.

He fell in love & he knows it very well.

Overtime he grew to be more……possessive, likr always asking who you meet and talked to in town or he started hugging you from behind with him arm snaked around you, asking you to sit in on his lap for tea which you took as a friendly gesture.

Although all hell broke loose when you told him that you were going to sumeru to have a better opportunities to start a stable life.

When you told him, he did nothing but give you a gentle smile although the way his eyes look at you didn’t really match it he just said “ok” and asked if he can have tea with for one last time which she agreed to her, as she turns around to brew it he quickly puts sleeping powder in your tea cup.

As you pour the tea you could not help but grow a bit suspicious of him as he smiles as he slowly but surely sips his cup.

Next you know you slowly black our & the last thing you see is Zhongli standing up & feel his hands carry you bridal style.

In the middle of the night where you finally grow conscious the first thing you see is the beautiful ceiling designed with golden art, the second thing you notice is the huge King size bed with red silky sheets & perfectly fluffed feather pillows, and the third thing, you noticing on how you weren’t in your usual clothes & how you ended up wearing a very comfortable yet sorts revealing night gown.

Your breath slightly hitched when you heard the door creak open, only to find zhongli in a robe staring at you with delight.

“Z-Zhongli, where am I? What am I doing here?” You asked with a soft wispy voice, evidences of you just waking up.

(Kinda when lazy)

Went on how he was the actually the Emperor the whole time and rants on how he was gonna make you his Empress.

You suddenly go silent as he slowly approached your quivering figure, slowly puts his hand on your thigh as it slowly rises up underneath your nightgown.

You were about to to stop him using one of your free hands till he roughly snatches both of your wrist using one hand and pinned them above your head while his free hand finally meets your undergarment, slowly taking it off you.

“Shh” he whispered as he slowly undid the ribbon of his robe, “I can make this good for the both of us, as long a you behave” he threatened.

As he slowly positioned himself between your legs, you were about to tell him to stop till he suddenly puts his lips above your lips, forcefully going in with his tongue.

You just stood still, confused on what to do only to start kissing him back, although you were both inexperienced he somehow made it seem like he did it loads of times.

All of a sudden he stopped the heated makeout, pressing his forehead agains darling’s as he whispered, “I love you” then suddenly when for her neck, giving it soft light ticklish kisses, till he started to suck & bite your neck forcing a moan out of you.

You wanted to ask him questions, mostly why he kept the fact that he was the EMPEROR, but for now you just wanna enjoy the experience of your first time you can ask him questions tomorrow.

Although little did you know tomorrow is very first day in your golden cage.

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That’s basically it, kinda went on a rant but here it is! Not a writer and didn’t go re read it so I can understand if it wasn’t good.

Anyways any thoughts?

-🌿

🌿, I have plenty of thoughts! Thank you for blessing me with your wonderful concept.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, dub-con)

I love the idea of Morax wanting to take you for himself the moment he lays eyes on you, but he realizes that it would be better (and less stressful for you once you're confined) if he took his time cultivating a relationship with you. He dons the alias Zhongli and acts as a composed, polite man who could do no harm. He even goes to the trouble of hiding any and all signs of his draconic features just so he can better resemble a human.

And imagine, after many months of just barely restraining himself and forming a genuine friendship with you (a bond that borders more on romance because it's just so impossible to not fall for him and his irresistible charms) he finally acts on his desires and you awake in a luxurious room, lying on cushions so soft and plush that they're practically clouds.

Zhongli (now revealed to be Morax) tells you to trust him. He'll take good care of you, and you're inclined to believe him because he's been so kind to you so far. Sure, he may have put something in your tea, but he's treating you with such care. Sure, you're a little uncertain and your consent is dubious at best, but you know he wouldn't do anything to truly hurt you.

You'll be too drunk on pleasure to think of these rational fears, and Morax certainly doesn't plan on pulling out even when you whimper and whine about how he can't cum inside. Starting tomorrow, you'll be his pretty Empress. Surely you're thrilled to be his, just as he's thrilled that you'll bear his child and future successor.

#yandere zhongli #🌿 anon #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #genshin chit chat

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