#the first ryomina charm i made was too dark

[eru-iru]

after months of doing this art i finally got them made as charms ehehe they turned out great i wanna make more

[narrators-journal]

Time to go twisted.

A little thing i keep wanting to write but haven’t is a ‘new game+’ RyoMina fic where all 12 Full moon Shadows Flirt with Minato.

Magician is only trying to grab him to hold, priestess only wants Minato in the train, Hierophant wants him to sit with it, Lovers just charms him and screams at SEES to not separate them, fortune trys pulling him into strength’s protection.

When Ryoji finally shows up in November Minato is VERY close to PUNCHING HIM, Minato Loves him BUT COME ON ALL THE SHADOWS TRIED JUMPING HIM!

Do with this imagery as you wish.

Okay, so, again, this is a scenario that is more fitting a series of scenarios, if not an entire fic lmao, so this. Does not have a lot of context to it? But I hope it’s a fun, silly read. Some humor with some angst possibly sprinkled on top, so it was good fun to write it, and I hope that carries through and makes this a good read! Sadly I am not going on hour 20 of no sleep tho, so no promises.

A round, pregnant moon sat in the moonless sky to watch while Minato Arisato paced back and forth in front of the train station’s steps. The soft sound of a possum in the trash nearby the only company the blue-haired wildcard had as he avoided patches of ice on the sidewalk and waited.

All I need to do is meet Ryoji, and fuck off. No need for words, no need for touching, nothing like that.He reminded himself, as he studied the cracks on the pavement with his gloved hands in his coat’s pockets. But what if the thing that brought Ryoji to me the first time was my grief over Shinjiro? I’ve already processed that this time, I was expecting it, I’m not being eaten alive by loss.A small voice pointed out, but the emo shook that thought away. No. Ryoji doesn’t sniff out grief or emotion, he tracks souls and life force-The thought screeched to a halt in his head when he heard the telltale sound of the earlier possum scramble out of it’s trashcan. “What are you doing out at an hour like this?” A familiar, melodic voice called from above a heartbeat after the animal panicked. And, when the wildcard looked up, he was met with the same man he’d fallen for before. The same tall man with swept-back, brown hair, colorful scarf that already made Minato want to choke the oxygen from the god’s brain, and sapphire eyes that dimly glowed in the dark winter night. The man that Minato trusted and wanted with every fiber of his being. “I just want you to know that I have a taser.” He said despite that trust, so much for not saying shit.

So, part of Minato couldn’t blame the tall brunette for the utterly confused look he threw down to the shaggy-haired man while the wildcard took the chance to truly drink in how the brunette used to look while he was lit so well by the moon. Which, was a light source that clearly suited the man. Because, the silver light seemed to turn his hickory hair nearly black, and his vampiric skin tone became like that of a porcelain doll, especially with the too-formal uniform of white button-up and suspender-held black slacks. How the hell did I not question why the fuck this dude was dressed up like that the first time? Honestly, there was so much I failed to pick up on about this man. Minato asked himself before Ryoji crouched down on the edge of the roof to study him more closely. “Here, I’m sorry if I came off as creepy so abruptly. Can I come down without you tasing me now?” He asked after a moment, and the uncertainty in his voice almost bewildered the emo a split second. Though, the brunette didn’t give him much, if any, time to respond before he leapt down.

And as if on instinct, Minato stepped back to catch him. Braced for the usual 230 pounds or so that his Ryoji had, only to basically catch a feather. “Fuck, I forgot how skinny you used to be.” He muttered into the man’s shoulder without much thought while he breathed in the comfortably familiar cold-dirt scent that mingled with the sour, rotten fragrance that clung to the brunette like some fucked up ‘new car’ smell. Only for the reality of the reset to crash back into the midnight-haired emo when Ryoji gave a more confused chuckle and shifted in Minato’s mindless hug. “Excuse me? Have you been stalking my weight somehow? Am Ithe one who needs the taser here, sir?” Fuck me. “No.” Minato quickly said as he pulled his face out of the god’s shoulder, even though the brunette’s own arms didn’t budge from around his waist. “No, sorry, I-I- Let me go, I do legitimately have a taser.” he stammered, only for his frantic attempt to save face to be laughed at more before the tall flirt began to sway him so easily from foot to foot by the shadow as he continued to tease in a sing-song voice. “Seriously? You’re the one who caught me and held me! I’m not the creep who needs to be tased here!” “Ryoji- Sir, let me go! I didn’t mean to-” “Ryoji?”

If there had been a world record for how far a man could put his foot in his mouth, Minato held the crown. Even if the tall man stopped their little dance in the snowy street to look down at him with no fear in those unearthly pools, the wildcard knew he’d fucked himself up the second he watched the single-frame flash of confusion that crossed the shadow’s face shift into amusement. God damn it, this was supposed to be so easy! So quick! Quit fucking it up! Minato scolded himself while Ryoji simply chuckled with no awareness of his own initial reaction. “Oh, so you’re just going mask-off now, huh?” his arms loosened around the midnight-haired wildcard so that he could instead rest his hands on his hips. Though, that did little to give the persona user an out, Minato was bitterly aware of that fact. So, he was left with one option left. “Can I please get a word in, sir? Without you making crude jokes and shit?” he huffed, which got him a silent raised eyebrow and a playful smirk as a greenlight to go on. “Look, I was sent by Gekkoukan to ensure nothing bad happened to you. I’m sorry if I came off like a stalker, I just know your name from your file.” Minato lied. Sure to hold eye contact so that he could both read the brunette’s expression for sparks of suspicion, and to be more believable. “So, you’re not a stalker at all?” Ryoji finally asked, and Minato did his best to not react to the disappointment in his words. “No, I’m just...awkward. Now can we head to the dorms please? It’s one in the morning, I’d like to go to sleep before class starts.” Ryoji nodded lightly at that and finally let the wildcard go to hide the dark disappointment in shame. Which, the midnight-haired emo took as his cue to turn on his heel to wordlessly led him off to where he assumed the boys' dormitory was. Thank god he thinks with his dick, or else I’d be so far beyond fucked. Minato thought while they left the train station at long last in a tense, awkward silence. A silence that was not helped by the way the insects and animals around at such a late hour fled from the tall shadow’s aura of rot. An aura that Minato was pretty used to thanks to the time he’d spent with the god, so it was easy to blame the thunder of his heart on his failure to stick to his plan rather than the embodiment of death that trailed behind him in near silence. “Quit staring at my ass.” “No.”

[narrators-journal]

Hi! I am a huge fan of your work! (Especially winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals; you really know how to make a guy cry!)

I wish there was more ryomina content out there, so would it be possible to write a pinning Makoto that’s in denial about his feelings for Ryoji (first love sorta vibes?!?!)? (Crushing on the popular guy?!?). He could have internalised homophobia or he could just straight up just be in denial, but I’ll leave that up to you!

Thank you for reading this request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m so happy you enjoy my fanfic! WISRF is my baby rn, and I hope you don’t mind the super slow updates, I’m doing my best with it. In the meantime, I hope this holds you over, because! Oh my god, if you want more Ryomina content?? You came to the right lady!! I love these two with such an aggressive love. For example! When I finished this one, I had to click off of Tumblr so I didn’t post it too early. I ITCHED to post it. I don’t care if this is super polished, it’s not the fanfic. I can be a bit more lenient. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy the change of pace.

So! It’s a bit vague, but I went ahead and implied Minato’s a bit of a yandere for Ryoji as well as in denial.

Winter was probably Minato’s favorite season. The way the sunlight made blankets of snow sparkle like a sea of diamonds, the crispness of the air, the excuse to wear comfier clothes and stay under warm blankets, how peacefully quiet everything was due to the birds and animals either hibernating, hiding from the ice, or south for the season. It was all a blissful reprieve from the torturous heat of summer or the pollen-choked air of the spring months. Not to mention, Ryoji mochizuki had transferred to gekkoukan in those colder months.

Ryoji Mochizuki. Tall, around 5’11, with dark brown hair that was brushed back from his round, cheerful face as if his styling routine included putting his face in front of a high power fan. Paired with gorgeous blue eyes like two pools of the world’s most refreshing water, and it wasn’t a surprise that the charming trasnfer student had become Gekkoukan’s most popular student in the few weeks he’d been there. Which, was a feat, with how beloved Akihiko was. Yet, even with the fighter’s adorable, oblivious charms, when Ryoji had come to school, he’d taken the hearts of the student body like an expert phantom thief.

Or, well, at least, 99% of the student body adored the man. Minato Arisato was no stranger to charming playboys and their faux innocent, lovey-dovey antics, so Ryoji’s sugary magnetism was useless against the deadpan emo. No matter how soft those lovely sapphire eyes got when the brunette looked at him.

Or...that’s what Minato told himself each day when he heard one of his classmates whisper about some new facet of sex appeal the boy had. Irritation was what he claimed as the cause for how much he hated when he saw Ryoji out on a date with a classmate. Jealousy? No. Minato Arisato hated other people, they grated on his nerves without fail, so there was no way in hell he had any warm feelings that would stem something like jealousy. Right?

But, if that’s so, why does the mention of Ryoji going out on dates make you so aggressive? Orpheus asked, the epitome of that little voice in the back of your head that you fought to ignore. Although, does a crush really explain your feelings? What about how possessive you are of him? “Aren’t you cold, Funeral lily?” The words all but ripped the blue-haired teen away from his persona’s musings and brought him back to reality. The reality where Ryoji Mochizuki waited beside him for the train. Close enough for the shaggy-haired teen to smell how the various scents of food that had permeated the white dress shirt and black vest of his work uniform mingled with Ryoji’s peppermint-and-oleander-scented cologne. Which, meant he was too damned close. “I’m fine.” Minato said flatly before he stepped away to put a bit of distance between them. Some distance between himself and the irrational urge to brand the brunette’s cute ass. Yet, Ryoji didn’t seem to get that memo, because in the time it took the persona user to flick through a few of his songs, he became aware of the pretty boy’s body heat once again breath-tak- annoyinglyclose. “Personal space, Mochizuki.” “Are you sure? I didn’t see you grab a jacket after work tonight, and, I mean, it’s winter.” Ryoji pointed out. As if the midnight-haired teen hadn’t even spoken, and had somehow also missed the delicate flakes that drifted down from the darkened sky outside. “Yes I’m sure, and I don’t see youwith a coat either, so get off of my ass about it.” He snapped, yet when he looked back to glare at the teen who had stumbled into the shaggy-haired emo’s part time job, and just so happened to choose to work there as well, Ryoji’s blue eyes met his evil look with nothing but a warm sense of concern. The fact that the most popular boy in school had the absolute gall to look at him like that made Minato’s stomach churn. Though, that may have been caused by the swarm of butterflies he ignoring whenever he saw that addictive, sweet look.

Regardless of whatever confused feelings he harbored though, Ryoji still looked at him with undeniable softness in his gaze. A softness that Minato recognized from their first encounter outside of the very train station that they now stood in. A softness that drew Minato in like a warm hug in the chilled air of the winter night and blurred the prickly, hostile thoughts into simple white noise on that near-empty, slightly smelly boarding platform.

In fact, Minato had plenty of time while they waited for their train to notice just how soft Ryoji himself was. From that round face and dark, fluffy hair that looked feather-soft even before the blue-haired teen reached up to gently touch a stray strand that dared to fall into Ryoji’s sapphire eyes, to the warm body that he’d heard from the many girls was great to hold. And, that spark of jealousy was the dose of ice water that pulled Minato out of the trance he’d fallen into. So, the proximity of Ryoji’s face to his crashed down like a precariously balanced box at a sharp gust of wind and hit Minato right in the impulses. "Ah! Mina! What the hell?!” Ryoji yelped, his hand on his cheek as he stared at the midnight-haired emo who’d let those jealous, vicious urges slip just a bit. “I-I-I…” Sadly, when he tried to speak, shame choked the persona user worse than the stale, dank air of the dark hour, but he pushed the words out regardless. “I-I told you, personal space, god damn it! Listen!” “Motherfucker, you’rethe one who leaned in! I just met you in the middle!” Ryoji pointed out, but what was Minato to do? Confess to the jealousy he harbored towards all of the girls he heard talk about the brunette?

No. If he tried to explain the intricacies of his ‘jealousy’, he’d be forced to explain why the mere memory of his classmates harmlessly gossiping about Ryoji had driven him to sucker punch the man. He’d have to confront whatever those disgusting, squishy feelings were that Ryoji’s presence always seemed to dig up. And, the violent possessiveness that followed.

So, instead of doing any of that, Minato snarled, “I did not! Get your mind out of whatever pipedreams you have rattling around in that shallow ass head of yours.” And, while the look of hurt in Ryoji’s eyes stung, it stung far less than the humiliation of explaining himself. Especially since the train came along to rescue him from marinating in the kicked-puppy aura the captivating man gave off.

So, he simply ended the conversation with a huff, and put his music back on to drown out any other chance to converse.

Minato hated people. That included Ryoji Mochizuki as well.