#bluewindfall writes stuff

[bluewindfall]

convention center

Flecks of rain shift in the wind as he stands still. He sets his fingertips on the cool surface of the grave, lost to the sudden memory that surfaces in his thoughts.

“Why are you raising us, Tou-san?” 

The rain of that day was louder than this, hitting the unyielding ground and muddling the air in waves of fog. This memory is old. Some of the details must be wrong by now, and other parts are too vivid to be real.

“Why are you raising us, Tou-san?” His wet hands clench as he steps closer. “Why does Sir Pheles allow our existence?”

“I won’t lie to you,” Father warns, “but I can’t talk right now.” His brow is furrowed, and all Yukio can see in his eyes is what is missing— acknowledgement, approval, or perhaps even trust. 

“Not now?” Yukio demands. “Then, you’ll tell me someday?”

Bits of gravel and dark mud grind under Father’s heel as he turns away. “You’ll know one day.” 

The pelting rain around them is deafening. When he breathes in, the hollow space in his chest fills with cold air. He backs up a step, gritting his teeth as he runs the opposite direction. 

“Wait, Yukio! Yukio!” 

Anger and stinging fear mix with the rain gliding down his face as he sprints through the crowded street.  

He doesn’t know what to do. The white threads of too many secrets have tangled and covered his eyes. What will become of Rin? Why did Father tell Shura to look after him, as though he wouldn’t be able to soon? Why does he tell Yukio things like, when I’m no longer here—

“You’ll know one day,” Yukio says as a quivering sigh slips past his lips. “Yet you never intended to tell me. You left behind so many things that I will never understand.” 

He’s known the reason for a long time. Despite that, this memory aches. 

To keep reading on AO3 :) (this excerpt is from chapter 5)

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #yukio okumura #fanfic #okumura rin #okumura yukio #i got stuck a bunch of times on this chapter #but i liked how it turned out #i tried hard to make it dramatic :) #bluewindfall writes stuff

[ghoulysaphomet]

Holo there

I'm Saphomet. Also known as Ghost, and a plentitude of other names.

This is my art/writings account where I'll try to post fanart whenever I do some, and ramble about my WIPs.

Main account where i reblog whatever i want: @timstolejasonscorpseagain

I've written fanfic since 2012-3, can't remember for sure, and posted them to deviantart and ffnet. I moved to ao3 in 2014.

I have a lotta wips. Sorry 'bout that.

Terfs and bigots of any kind aren't welcome::) fuck off::)

I absoloutely love doing angst, themes of death, monsters, blood/cannibalism and codependency. Sometimes I do Smut, too.

If you've read any of my works and have any questions feel free to ask!

Wishing everyone a good day.

A list of my all-time favourite fanfictions

In alphabetical order. I will attempt to update this as I find more stuff to read! ::,)

Ao No Exorcist 

The sound of an omen from the center of a hurricane by bluewindfall

Batman (all types)

Artificial Gravel by thenafics

Batman is a Very Serious Scary Vigilante by akcugrai

chew until it bleeds by dukeaubergine (18+)

dead men tell no tales 'verse by Mikkal

Ignore the Previous Message (or don't) by JpegDotJpeg (18+)

i know the end by WhatTheHeckIsGoingOn

I’m Pretty Sure Tim Steals Clothes: An Elaboration In The Form Of A Long Fic by PrinceJakeFireCake

Not so Alone by Blueseabird2

of crime lords and literature by adelfie

scapegoat by envysparkler

the hunger that consumes need not know you by Dawn_Song, NEEMU (Dawn_Song) [18+]

BNHA

(How to) Forgive and forget by Legal_kidnapping

And thus, we live  by  Kail_lizuc

Everything i want to do is illegal - a self help book - by AdyingFlower (possibly discontinued)

Grandmaster of miscalculation by silver jackdaw (cizzi) (Possibly discontinued) 

Lovers of lost dimensions by Miss_nighteye (terryh) (18+)

Lusus Naturae by WildTama

Neutrality order (Series) by AngeliaDark  (suggestive themes)

Proximal by artistfingers, Perfectly_Inconspicuou

Something's gotta give by Worldstubbiestcat (confirmed Discontinued)

Speak no evil by bibivi 

Speak of the devil by Gentrychild

Take only what you need by Intent_To_Stay (Confirmed discontinued)

Yesterday upon the stair by PitViperOfDoom

Danny Phantom 

by your grave (the monster we made) by UnderForeversGrace

Death Day Evolution by gamma_radio

definition of insanity (is doing the same thing) by UnderForeversGrace

lie like a tombstone (yet secrets will bloom) by murphy_kitt

Tourist Repellent by TorScrawls

Vice series by dweeblet, paenling (dweeblet), Patchykins

What Big Eyes You Have by Gingersnapped

What it means to be by UnderForeversGrace

worth the war underneath my skin by UnderForeversGrace

DP x DC 

a part of me that'll never be mine by halfagone (milkywxy)

Bus to Nowhere by foldingfacets 

Funeral Rites by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees

Have You Heard of Danny Wayne? by FortunateCookie

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire

I'm King Boo by TourettesDog

Life, Death, and In Between by SaturdayNightFrights

Our Empty Graves by suomifae

Phantom Children: Redux by apotheosis_avaritia

Phoenix Down by Imp_y

regular boy: daniel wayne by diamondrozie

TWINcognito mode by nerdpoe

Gravity Falls

Blood bath by RoboticSpaceCase (18+)  

Faking it by BurnerAccount

Hunter x Hunter

Once bitten x Twice shy by korns

Song for the Yellowed Woods by Grandoverlord (possibly discontinued)

Legend of Zelda

A Hero’s spirit by SilvermistAnimeLover 

Language of Monsters by Laufskadus (Possibly discontinued)

sewn back together wrong by ballroomnotoriety

Linked Universe 

Alone we fight by SilvermistAnimeLover

Bush Ghost by Tricksterburd

Degrees of Resurrection by Gintrinsic

Creation (Both Haunted and Holy) by GhostPlasma

In a mockery of recollection series by Depths

Let's not and say we did by sincerelyMystic (Possibly discontinued)

Scales, Wings, and Mythical Things by FantomoDrako

Year of the Rabbit by BlindBrilliance

Naruto

Flip the coin/Face the change by Inrainbowz

Time travel? What the fuck? by Dragonpyre

One Piece

(Ir)Responsible by oumriel (Possibly discontinued)

(Two) small mercies by fingersfallingupwards

Burning rubber series by Kitsune foxfire (Possibly discontinued)

Feral by Kitsune foxfire

Near death experiences by Monch_Monch

Switching it up by kitsune-foxfire

Take the world by storm by Geokat

Turning myself into my brother by artistic_arsonist

Young but built to fall by Fingers-falling-upwards [possibly discontinued].

Supernatural

A spanner in the clockworks by All_five_pieces_of_exodia

ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) by Scribblurri

Auribus Teneo Lupum by Unknown (possibly disccontinued)

Ben has two dads by regala_electra (18+)

Brothers blood series by diana_lucifera, stormageddon (Fave to re-read. Possibly discontinued)

Delicate broken bird by Sparrowshellcat

Consequentiality by Kerfluffling (18+)

Fortress by glasslogic (18+. Amazing worldbuilding. Possibly discontinued.)

Memory is a fickle siren song by sleepypercy (18+)

The Time Dean was Sam's Girlfriend and Jess Entered the Winchester Family Business, and Something unpredictable (but in the end it’s right) by fleshflutter and  phoenixflight for fleshflutter  (in the same section since 1 is a sequel done by a separate author and isn’t a series. 18+) 

I want to make it clear that regardless of whether a work is finished or not, there is no shade or shame at all from my side. It's been an absolute pleasure to read any of these works, and the authors owe me nothing.

#fanfic list #intro #my fave fanfics

[thefoulbeast]

Writers tag game!

A big thank you to @saathiray for the tag! This looks like a really interesting one to do!! :D :D

Alright, let's get into it...

How many works do you have on ao3?

21!

What's your total ao3 word count?

ough.... maths..... if i wrote the numbers down right, then 187 780 words! :D

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

To no one's surprise, most of there are blue exorcist fics haha :,D

1. Clickflight. (71) 2. Ad terram nullium. (61) 3. Oh, my worst emotions. (60) 4. Human(oid?) (59) 5. aranea et flamma (42)

Do you respond to comments; why or why not?

I do! Well, almost every time (but the comment has to rub me the wrong way / confuse quite hard to make me not respond). I don't really know why? It just feels polite maybe shdusdh

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I'm not sure any of my fics have particularly angsty endings 🤔 They're mostly ambiguous or menacing in some way hahah... Perhaps Ad terram nullium or Oh, my worst emotions are the angstiest ones. Cor Aegrotum is also a good contender because it definitely ends on a bitter note. :D :D ahh idk lmao

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Another difficult question. Not sure. Speak fondly upon that memory is probably the most feel-good fic I have so I reckon it has the happiest ending 😂

Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've ever written?

I don't think I've ever written a crossover, no. The closest is a current wip that's like characters from one thing in the setting of another thing? But I didn't keep any characters from the thing I got the setting from, not sure if it counts as a crossover lmao.

Hope this made sense <3

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I have not, thank goodness! Perhaps quite lucky, since I know one of my faves isn't too well liked in the fandom lol. But it's a small fandom, and the character isn't very popular so ¯\(´･ω･`)/¯

Also, I'm not exactly a well known/popular author so. I can just do whatever I want most of the time lmao

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written smut, various kinds of it. >//-//>

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Hopefully not :D

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I haven't ^w^ I've considered trying my hand at translating fics on occasion though, I like translating stuff well enough. Not that anyone needs fics translated into latvian much 😂

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! But I think I'd like to try someday maybe, because two authors and friends I look up to a lot (jay & rynoa if u read this ily) collaborate on a lot of fics and they always come out so cool and good and solid and i think that's so neat that creatives can come together like that?? like wow!! truly amazing and beautiful to witness <3

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Genuinely don't know!

I've come back to a specific collection of Tarn/Deathsaurus (from the transformers more than meets the eye comic) fics a whole bunch so I guess that's as close as it gets!

I... have a hard time remembering stuff I like outside of the periods I am obsessed with it, you see. Currently I'm reading a lot of star wars fics so there's a lot of kylux and some gingerpilot?

it's really hard to say, im not sure i have an all-time favourite , more just a bunch of faves i come back to from time to time

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

A fic I started about Tarn from transformers getting some kind of head injury and having to re-learn how to speak? I really like the concept of it because his voice is how he kills and all that, but I just don't know what direction it could go in anymore. It's more of a thing I can ponder about privately rather than something I want to bring to a finish and publish, if that makes sense?

Other than that one, I have a whole bunch of fics I started in fandoms I dipped my hands into but never found friends and stuff off who to bounce my ideas so the motivation kind of died. One of those was a thing for Gotham's Penguin - I was going to do like a life story in vignettes but I recognise now I won't finish it :D

What are your writing strengths?

I sort of? Idk how to put this in a way that doesn't sound too self-aggrandizing, but once I get into a character's head, I get into a character's head. Multiple people have praised my characterizations, one even going as far as to say that the voices sound like the canon and that's something I hold really dearly in my heart and which makes me feel v warm inside. ;3; <3 <3 <3

What are your writing weaknesses?

World building and having more than 2 people in a fic 😭 I focus so much on the character I'm writing about that sometimes it's hard to think about everything that happens around them, or to make the other characters have enough depth! All my fics are like... sticking to a single person, deep pov style. I would like to get out of my comfort zone more and try and write fics that focus on more than one character!

What are your thougts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

There's a time and place for everything! Usually I just hope that there's translations in the end notes 😂😂 But it can definitely help in making the reader feel as helpless and confused as the character who doesn't speak the language :D

What was the first fandom you wrote fic for?

Ib, the rpg game, I think? At least that's the first one I wrote fic for on the computer, I think I might have written something like yugioh fanfic in a notepad in sixth grade 🤔🤔 afraid i've lost both, though

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

ahh... difficult question...

I think it's sort of a tie between Somnus and Even a worm will turn? They're both about Toudou and I like them for different reasons. Somnus just came out so beautiful and poetic, I think, a lot of meaning packed into just under 1k words, whereas Even a worm will turn is like a beast full of negative emotions and violence and all the dark stuff and the way the soul blackens as it goes down the slippery slope between what one feels they have to do and what is right that i managed to get out in a weirdly cathartic way... It's really hard to decide on this question hahah...

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As for tagging my fellow writers and friends: @shiroufujimoto @29rynoah @tonguetiedraven @kugisaki-nobara-rights @yuriotoko @inuyoshie @bluewindfall @emperorsvornskr

#text #tag meme #this is so longgg im sorry

[evanescentdawn]

derpy writing habits —

thanks @willowsrain for the tag!

I write almost only on my phone, because it feels comfortable and it gets the words flowing. and uh. on the tumblr app. yes, I know it’s very risky but idk it really makes me write and it’s just a bad habit I developed. every time I do it, it’s like. oh god, please don’t let this delete. before I plunge myself into hell. sometimes I get myself into false safe and then be absolutely guttered when things get deleted when it was completely my fault. although I did say that I write on my phone mainly, there are sometimes where I physically fell like I CAN NOT write on my phone and have to get my laptop. it’s weird. and go both ways, like sometimes I’ll will be I can not do this on my phone, get out my laptop, and then get to a point where I will be like I physically write this on my laptop and then have to go get my phone. idk what the stuff it is, but I also kind of do know. it’s just hard to describe into words.

when I have this wip I really want to finish or exist, but I know it’s gonna take a while to finish. I’ll go and make a draft on AO3 to see how it’ll look. or create a “fake” AO3 page on tumblr drafts and it’ll feel so damn nice and satisfying because it feels like I’ve partly got there. towards the then. and also makes my motivation spike up. whenever I saw a wip, I am always imaging the end. when I mean the end I don’t mean the end of the wip but me finishing it, posting it. how it would flourish. it puts some pressure on me and it’s always so frustrating and disappointing when I don’t close that gap, when I don’t get near to that “finished daydream” where I posted that fic. sometimes I do and it’s so damn satisfying when I do.

when I reread some of my wips and see the obvious mistakes/edits that I could change and I could literally do them, but no. I do not. instead, I “think” of fixing them. I “think” of writing and expanding on it. like in my mind, some of my wips are already finished. or, longer than what it is. it’s so annoying. like the many times i [shakes myself] and tell myself to DO IT but I don’t. I keep daydreaming up the edits and continue writing, but in the doc, the wip sits untouched. and I open it, and see that in disappointment and imagine it again: me, next day, actually picking it up and damn well writing. I do not. ITS FUCKING CRAZY. and drives me a lil mad. because it’s a continuous cycle that doesn’t change, except on the rare times that it does and IM ON THE MOON those days.

tagging (if you want): @aeruthien @thefoulbeast @29rynoah @shiroufujimoto @tonguetiedraven @lyrebirds-writes @rosekasa @bluewindfall @thelegendofwinchester

#writing: the process

[yukiokumura]

32, 4, 39, 43, 30, 18, 23 🥰

THESE ARE HARD QUESTIONS

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

This one is so hard because it requires me to have a memory. I chatted a bit with Rynoa and she brought up a couple parts that she personally liked from my writing in our fics. 

In the end tho, I settled with these:

Yukio’s breath hitched as Yamantaka took his acclimation to the movements as permission for his hand to leave Yukio’s hip and slide down his thigh. His palm pressed tightly against his leg as it moved down, a part of the dance as much as the steps their feet followed. - If You Can’t Beat ‘Em

Green was what he was dreaming about. It wasn’t anything specific, like the dreams of his childhood. It was strange and abstract. Green enveloped him, consumed his senses, suffocated him, made it impossible to think of anything else but green. Sometimes it made him think like there was no other color in the world. Sometimes he remembered there were other colors, but then he’d be reminded that they weren’t green. It was a terrible color, an amazing color, a heartbreaking color, a tender color. - Forever Yours

Ryuuji had smoothed it over. He loved him and that love filled his heart and his mind like a robust healing wind. And wind made wildfires grow stronger. - Sincerely

lmao there are no jokes. I just love the emotional bits.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

Alea Iacta Est by @tonguetiedraven

I follow your smoldering footsteps in search of a place to rest by @bluewindfall​

I don't want to ever let you go by @29rynoah

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I think common themes. I like bringing back previous themes/lines/terms in ways that change the meaning of the theme/line/term entirely, or highlights the difference from when the thing was first mentioned. It’s hard to explain but Rynoa and I both do it often in our writing!

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I think the most heartwarming moment ever was when Rin and Ryuuji finally kissed in Sincerely, we had fanart and the warmest comments from people who have been reading since the beginning 5 years ago. Knowing we had people invested that long, knowing that people had to draw words that we wrote, it’s always gonna be amazing to me. On top of that we’ve been receiving art for our thief au as well!! Thank you so much for every bit of art we’ve ever received. Every time is just... it makes us so warm and happy.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the man laughed nervously. “Look, I clearly startled you. Why don’t I buy you some ice cream to make up for it?”

Renzou’s eyes widened briefly before he pursed his lips. Ice cream was a luxury he didn’t always have the opportunity to sample. With his family being as large and poor as they were, dessert was a rarity, and when they did have it, it was shared, so Renzou often only had one or two bites of the stuff. 

“A whole one?” he questioned.

The man nodded. “Whichever flavor you like.”

He wanted it. Renzou wanted it so bad, but he remembered one of the very clear rules drilled into him from the moment his parents realized how much of a sweet tooth he had. Never accept sweets from strangers. But… 

“Fine,” he said as he held out his hand. “But give me the money. I’ll buy it.”

The man looked shocked, his eyebrows raising, but soon his lips widened in a smile that made Renzou feel like he’d done something right. “Very smart,” he said as he reached into his pocket. The man dropped a few coins in his palm. “Here you go. Do you mind if I accompany you for a little while?”

Renzou’s fingers curled around the coins with a small smile before he shook his head. “It’s fine. So ya know my brother, yeah?” he asked as he walked down the sidewalk, heading towards the nearby convenience store. “Have we ever met?”

“No, we haven’t,” the man responded with a polite smile. “But you can call me Yuu.”

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

I’m not allowed to say because Rynoa will likely kill me so I won’t actually drop it. 

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Romance? lol I don’t know! I don’t really write tropes repeated times. I’ll write something to scratch whatever itch I’ve got but it’s usually in the romance genre! I guess slow burn? I do love the slow burn. 

#omg these were so hard #jhw brainrot

[thebeingofeverything]

When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes 💖💖💖

Thank you @bluewindfall for the tag in this (and so sorry it took me forever to get around to it, rl has been 7 kinds of hectic hell lately but this was such a good ask to do ^.^;)

@athgalla

I remember I first saw your fanart on the big aoex server and was in awe of it! Then you were always so nice any time we interacted and the encouragement on my own art gave me that little shot of serotonin for the day :D Also, I still die every time I see the fanart you did for Incandescence and BRS. It was my first I’d ever gotten for a fic and I think I might have cried a little when I saw it.

@bluewindfall

I think when I read your fic it felt like the skies parted and revealed some kinda holy grail of phenomenal writing, the exact conflicted dynamic between Yukio and Rin I’ve been dying to see from the fandom, and that bittersweet angst I live for in fic. You’re always so encouraging and actively engaging in the fandom. You really make it feel like a cozy, close-knit place (like a hug personified) and I’m glad you’re a part of it. 

@johannfaust-v

What’s it been, 2 years now? I tried to go back over the tumblr messages to find the start and my computer almost died XD Brainstorming fic content, head canonning, complaining about writer’s block, if only we weren’t separated by multiple states we’d be cool writer friends, hanging out at coffee shops and cackling about our novels. Somehow, I gained a rl friend through fanfic and that’s still blowing my mind.

@philosophicalparadox

I remember I first read your fic Unbecoming and was like, well, I’m just gonna have to enjoy what’s there bc this beautiful thing is probably abandoned like all the other aoex stuff on ffnet T.T and then you updated! Granted, another extra fun fic, but getting that email in my inbox was like proof of life, and getting to actually interact with you on tumblr was even better! I love swapping asks and seeing your headcanons for aoex, they’re always a joy to read.

@realdwalton

I think you were the first person who brainstormed/headcanoned with me through my fics. Your reviews were always the highlight of my day when they came in and helped flesh out so many ideas/characterizations, nevermind just being so much fun to go back and forth on. One of these days you’ll be able to work on your own stories and then I’ll get the chance to scream in my reviews at them to return the favor ;D

[greenjudy]

the writing

Tagged by @twocatstailoring. Thank you, my friend.

your name: greenjudy. Not, you know, my real name, but online I will answer to Judy, no problem.

fandoms you write for: Final Fantasy VII in its various permutations, with an emphasis on the Turks; Original Sin; Dragon Age. (I have some notes for a Guardian fic but it’s pretty far back in the queue right now. I may also end up writing something for Good Omens; I get that feeling of inevitability when I contemplate the series.)  

where you post: A03. 

most popular one-shot: Remember Pearl Harbor; Purl Harder by at least an order of magnitude. Avengers knitfic. People seem to like this one. 

most popular multi-chapter story: Answer Man. This is pretty much the only really long-form piece I’ve finished, so far. 

favorite story you’ve written: Difficult. Probably “Answer Man,” because it was so hard to write. I often plug Escapement when asked this question. Also have a soft spot for Plan B. 

story you were nervous to post: Xiao Hong. This tackles some sensitive subject matter and is full of personal names and place names drawn from Chinese and Southeast Asian history. Also, military camps and the occupation of an invaded country. Look, there are so many ways this fic may have gone wrong, okay? Drop me a line if you end up reading it and want to yell at me about it and have some pointers for me.

how do you choose titles: with difficulty. Every so often a title emerges from my forehead fully-grown and wearing armor (explaining the headache)--usually chapter names or other, less important titles. Big, meaningful titles are hard.

do you outline: For short pieces, one-shots, no. For anything long-form, fucking yes I do. I write in Scrivener which allows me to capture every stupid scrap of a ghost of an idea and find it again later. I don’t outline every emotional beat in a piece, because those often arrive in the writing. But I learned the hard way from “Answer Man” that you kind of need to know who your murderer is. 

how many of your stories are complete: 25 out of 27 on AO3 are complete, yo.

how many of your stories are in progress: 2 of them; see below.  

coming soon: (well, soon-ish): Chapter 6 of New Junon; Chapter 5 of Body Work.

do you accept prompts: You wanna send me something you’d like to see me write? I can’t guarantee I’ll tackle it, but I’d be interested to see it. 

upcoming story you’re most excited to write: “Coherent Light” (Original Sin; chilu). I’m a criminal who likes to post chapters of WIPs as I write them, without understanding where they’re going or how they’ll end. I’m trying to be better with this one. I won’t post until I have a good 1/2 dozen chapters of it and a Big Arc. See you then.

PS: If you’re curious about Original Sin--if you like Hong Kong crime cinema,  rainy streets, urban noir, characters in uneasy relationships to the mob; if you like mutual pining, coworkers with chemistry who can’t get together for Reasons, all that stuff... drop me a line, I’ll introduce you. 

Tagging @renothe, @yinzhengs, @willowcatkinblossom, @bluewindfall, @clevermanka, @filigranka, @themossstomper, @razziecat, @wandererriha, @foxghost, @aftepes - and anyone else who would like to respond. 

#writing

[bluewindfall]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Okumura Rin & Okumura Yukio Characters: Okumura Yukio, Okumura Rin Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Mystery, Aged-Up Character(s), major spoilers for chapter 139 and 140 of the manga, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, descriptions of blood and violence, Time Travel, Character Death, Murder, Slice of Life, sort of a case fic, with angst, Fluff, hand wavy space time whatever, food and other love languages, and a hopeful ending Summary:

A cold case Shiro once investigated is assigned to Rin nearly twenty years later. The toll of missing exorcists is rising, yet it’s a case ridden with corruption and unspoken secrets.

An unidentified, high-level demon appears at the airport— wielding a sword Yukio knows.

He sinks to one knee, leaning close enough for a few strands of his bangs to graze Yukio’s forehead. There is no warmth in his eyes, yet the lack of it is haunting. 

 “Two years is a long time. A lot can change.”

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #yukio okumura #fanfic #okumura rin #okumura yukio #this is chapter 2 #i don't know what it is about posting fanfic on sunday night but somehow this is the only time I can work up the guts to post things OTL #haven't been able to decide on chapter titles so i'm just posting the link for chapter 2 this way #i hope people will like this one #it's kind of indulgent #but also #writing this helped me get through a pretty hard year (: #bluewindfall writes stuff

[bluewindfall]

fruit store

He finishes his mission early in the afternoon. It’s only one thirty. When he crosses the street, he can feel the heat of the car engines lined up at the intersection.

Rin sent him a photo of spicy noodles from a Chinese restaurant that Konekomaru and Ryuuji bought him for lunch. Everyone keeps bringing him food. At least, he appears to be doing reasonably well. 

Rin has been reading the notes Father wrote on another investigation that could be related to Ishikawa’s case. The question is, how does that relate to the distortion? Why is Mephisto so adamant that he focuses on Ishikawa’s case at this time?

A taxi honks when it turns. As Yukio waits at the intersection, he receives a call. It’s from Shura. 

“Shura-san?” 

“Hey. I’m having lunch at headquarters. There’s some punk sitting out here in the front. You’re free, aren’t you?”

Yukio steps under the awning of a convenience store. The air conditioning is pleasantly cold, ruffling his hair when the automatic doors open. “Not necessarily.” He grabs a basket, looking over a pile of discount items. 

“Well, he said something about a missing person, but they kicked him out because he kept swearing.” Someone else’s voice filters through, not quite clear enough for him to decipher. “He’s been here all morning.” 

Yukio holds his phone with his shoulder as he sets three bottles of green tea into his basket. There are several guards in the confinement tower where Rin is being held. Since he’s been visiting often, it’s better to bring something. “Why can’t you talk to him?” 

“Huh? Delinquents love you. Also, you’re just a junior inspector. I outrank you.” 

Yukio’s eyelid twitches. “I’m not good with delinquents.” He doesn’t manage to smile as politely as he’d like when the cashier bags his tea and sodas. 

“That’s too bad. I’m busy chasing the airport demon. It’s a huge pain.” 

“Really?” Yukio shifts his phone to his other shoulder as he leaves the convenience store. “I thought its leg was injured.” 

“Yeah, but it’s still fast. We don’t know what it wants, so we’re just chasing it around the city.” 

“That sounds unfortunate.”

“So, anyway, go talk to that delinquent. Mina at the front desk said he shouted something about the airport. He probably doesn’t know anything, but you might as well go scare some respect into him.” 

Yukio sighs when she hangs up. 

The streets are full of people near the shopping center. He picks up his pace as he heads down a set of stairs beneath a flowering wisteria tree. Its pale blossoms have scattered along the cracks in the cement, fluttering when he passes by. 

Only a day has passed. A demon that strong shouldn’t be capable of leaving this town once it’s inside. True Cross had its wards checked only a month ago. There should be no weak points. 

The question is, how did it enter undetected in the first place? 

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[bluewindfall]

shallow creek

Rain trickles down the alley walls in small waterfalls, winding around Rin’s ankles as he catches his breath. This alley is grimy and smells like a sewer. Bits of paper and hair are floating in the water. It’s gross. “What are you doing? I thought you had a mission this morning.” 

Renzou shrugs. “Come on. This is way more fun.” He swipes and powers his phone off. Wait, that’s Rin’s phone. When did he get his hands on that? “I’m helping you disappear for a little while.” 

Rin snatches his wrist. “No. Sorry, but I’m going to do this properly. I need to.” 

Renzou’s eyes are shaded by his hood, reflecting the grey, shifting light from the rainy streets as he smiles. “You really don’t know what this is about yet, do you?” 

“So what if I don’t?” Rin clenches a fist around his sword. “If he’s made mistakes, I won’t hide them. I need to do this the right way.” A shard of glass crunches under his heel as he walks past Renzou. “Thanks, really, but this is important to me.” 

“What if I told you that your way won’t work?” 

Rin turns back. A cold drop of rain rolls down his cheek. “You don’t know that.” 

“Sure, but this isn’t just any secret. Even knowing it puts you in danger.” Renzou slips his hands into his pockets. The white glare of a nearby vending machine casts half of his face in stark shadows. “I think you know what I’m talking about.”

A strike of lighting and thunder swallows what he says next, but Rin sees the shape of the words even if he doesn’t hear.

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[bluewindfall]

public library

“Hey. Rin. Get up!” 

Rin bats the hand ruffling his hair aside as he burrows into his pillow. 

“Rin! Hey. Come on, they’re letting you out. It’s already ten in the morning.” 

Rin squints his eyes open. “What?” 

Shura is standing over him, holding a clipboard in one hand. “Last night, we saw the airport demon use flames. That means you didn’t lose control. Somehow, it can use Satan’s flames too.” She crosses her arms as she looks over his pile of snacks. “Then, there’s no point in keeping you locked up here anymore.” 

“Oh.” Rin yawns, blinking as Kuro crawls over his stomach to greet Shura. “What happened, then? Is the Legion still looking for it?” 

“Yeah.” Shura tosses him a trash bag and a yakisoba bun. “We’re doing twelve-hour shifts. I have to head back soon.” She pats Kuro on the head twice and walks off. “Clean this up and get back to work. I saw Yukio come in this morning, but he’s sick or something. He told me to buy you food.” 

Rin sits straight up just as the door shuts. “What?” 

He crams all of his things into the trash bag, signs a bunch of forms, and jogs over to headquarters. One of the new inspectors, Takeda, briefs him on what was done yesterday on a case tracking a phantom taxi. Rin really doesn’t remember anything about that. 

“What about that case with Ishikawa Fumi?” Rin asks as they head upstairs. 

Takeda flips a few pages on her clipboard. “I’m not sure. I believe it’s been assigned to someone else.” 

“Okay. Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Rin says. “I’ll go check in with my other teams. Thanks for briefing me.” 

Takeda smiles and nods. 

Still, the day goes on, and no one comes to talk to him about Ishikawa’s case. He’s busy trying to supervise two teams cleaning up the airport, the phantom taxi, and something about a mansion infested with coal tars that the owner refuses to get cleaned. 

It kind of sucks. When he was working mostly out of the Vatican, he got to go on cool missions. Being the only Arc Knight based in Japan leaves him with all these supervising tasks. The only good thing about it is that he can stay close to home. 

Rin. Rin? Kuro winds circles around his legs as Rin reads a report. Let’s eat lunch. Isn’t it lunchtime?

“Oh, okay.” Rin smiles, reaching down to pick him up. It’s already past noon. He hadn’t even realized. 

The cafeteria is crowded, so he hunches at his desk as he eats and manages to look into what has been going on with Ishikawa’s case. 

For some reason, the page for exorcists assigned to the case is blank. Maybe they haven’t updated it yet. If nothing changes by the end of today, he’ll check with the admin staff.

The last report says they asked the family a few more questions about who knew they were going to the charity concert. The police have been running background checks and things. None of the traffic cameras in the area showed Ishikawa leaving the hall. 

Also, a lady went missing at the airport, like those victims in the portal case. Somehow, Yukio was the one who ended up interviewing the witness, even though today is his first official day back. Weird.

Rin should probably be doing a better job supervising who is working on the case and when, but he was locked up for a whole day and a half, so it’s been messy.

Still, somehow, that lady who went missing at the airport wasn’t an exorcist. That has to be important. 

Where is Yukio anyway? Rin hasn’t seen or heard from him all day. 

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[bluewindfall]

blue-draped shadows

A bullet slips through his fingers and rolls across a mat with a light thump. The metal’s brass sheen gleams orange in the buzzing light of the lantern hanging above. 

It’s quiet inside this tent. He exhales a cloud of wispy breath and bends down. The bullet has wedged between the crack of two mats laid on the floor to keep out the cold. 

Perhaps he’s been taking much longer than he should to load this magazine. Outside, a howling blizzard has descended on their small campsite. When he stays too still, he can hear the whispering wind unfurl. It’s swift, carrying fire smoke and their cooling breaths to the edge of the world. 

He turns the magazine over to check that he’s filled it with enough rounds before moving on to the next one. The handful of bullets he grabs from the box clink in his palm, pressing into his skin as cold as ice. It’d be more difficult to do this with gloves on, but the cold hasn’t helped his dexterity.

Kuro sets a paw in the box of ammunition, making an affronted noise when Yukio nudges him away. 

Tomorrow, at dawn, the Order will mount its offense. He’s seen the creeping edge of that fortress. Satan, no longer alive or fully dead, still persists as an inevitable calamity of this world. He cannot be reasoned with. 

Yukio’s thumb slips, and he fumbles another bullet onto the floor. 

The tent unzips, letting frigid air inside when Rin shuffles through. “Hey. What are you doing?” he asks, flicking his tail to the side as he watches Yukio. 

Kuro leaps up to scramble onto his shoulders. For a moment, the way they both blink at each other is amusingly similar. 

“I just dropped something.” Yukio kneels to lift the corner of one of the thick, blue foam mats. They remind him of the ones they use at school for physical education. It’s comfortingly mundane, given how far he’s come from home. 

“I’m pretty tired,” Rin says, bending down to zip the tent flap shut. “I thought you’d be asleep already. It’s late.” 

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[bluewindfall]

Where hope dwells in time

His steps slow to a stop when he catches a glimpse of the inside of the concert hall. 

It’s bright, filled with orange, mellow hues of wood. An organ’s gleaming pipes span the back wall above the stage where rows of musicians have begun to find their seats. The interior is old but elegant. He can hear the resonant cacophony of melodies overlap every time the back door opens. 

The carpet in the front hallway is softer than the one in the back. His dress shoes sink with every step. 

“Hey.” A sharp, pointy elbow prods him in the back. “Stop gaping. You look like a peasant.”

Yukio’s eyelid twitches when Shura saunters past him. “I wasn’t gaping.”

“Sure,” Shura drawls. “Well, just pass out your programs and look pretty.”

Yukio adjusts the sling on his arm before he follows after her. Shura’s footsteps are swift, and her heels leave fading marks in the plush carpet. Flowing, deep crimson folds of her dress curl around her ankles as she begins to climb the marble stairs to the entrance of the concert hall. 

The building’s air is chilled, and it smells rather like a library. He can still see the dregs of summer dusk through the window they pass. 

“I hadn’t realized it looked like this inside,” Yukio admits. “I walked past it nearly every day in middle school.” “Yeah. It survived the attack years ago.” Shura rolls her shoulders into a lazy shrug. “One thing is for sure. The old Order would never have bothered with this sort of thing.” 

“But I’m glad we’re able to help now.” Yukio passes her half of the stack of programs, smiling as an elderly couple heads inside the concert hall to take their seats. 

Shura gives a family of three programs and helps point them toward their seats. Most of the audience is well dressed in a myriad of colors. As the hall fills gradually, the lights are dimmed. 

Just as they’re about to head inside to sit down, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Rin is calling him. 

“Wait, where are you going? It’s about to start,” Shura hisses. 

“I know. I’ll be back in a minute.” Yukio tucks his remaining stack of programs under his arm as he steps away behind the stairs. “Nii-san? Did you finish your mission?” 

“Yeah. Hey, are you almost done with your charity thing?” Rin asks. His voice is slightly breathless, and the murmur of traffic noises leaks through from his end at erratic moments. “Can you come back?” 

Yukio glances back toward the concert hall full of orange light. His assignment as an usher is complete, but he’d been looking forward to watching the concert. More importantly, it’d be impolite to leave without thanking the donors.

“I need your help,” Rin says, drawing him from his thoughts with abrupt haste.

“With what?” Summer wind ruffles through Yukio’s hair as he nudges the door open with his shoulder. “Where are you?”

 “I just have to look for… I don’t know,” Rin mumbles. “I’m at your place.” 

“Do you need it right—”

He frowns as Rin hangs up. Just what is he in such a rush about to find at Yukio’s apartment of all places? It’s been nearly two months since he’s been back in Tokyo. 

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[bluewindfall]

hotpot

By the time he finishes his mission the snow has piled up, spiraling down from the sky in light, clumped flurries. True Cross Academy is silent at this hour, and its countless windows harbor a warm, golden sheen.

His breath fogs as he stops in the street for a moment. 

It’s only been a couple of days since they returned, yet those few weeks they spent in the Arctic feel so far away now. He misses that closeness lately. 

The lights in their dorm are still on. Yukio shuffles inside, scuffing snow off his boots when he sees a familiar assortment of shoes at the entrance. 

“Hey, you’re back!” Rin beams, rushing down the stairs. “Come on, we’ve been waiting for you. We’re having a last-minute hotpot study party.” 

Yukio lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “Shouldn’t you party after passing?” 

“Yeah?” Rin laughs, elbowing him in the ribs as he opens the door. “We’ll just party after too.”  

Shima and Suguro are running through a set of flashcards while Kamiki and Miwa have huddled around the kotatsu to set up the hotpot stove. 

“Welcome back,” Suguro greets. “Was it cold outside?”

“Just a little,” Yukio replies as he hangs his coat up. 

“Sit down, sit down.” Shima grabs him a cushion. “Sensei, it’s the night before the exam. You have to know something, right?” 

“It’s two nights before the exam,” Kamiki huffs. 

“Close enough,” Shima insists. 

“You can ask, but I won’t tell you,” Yukio manages to reply, and by then Rin has already sat down next to Shima, patting the space beside him urgently. Miwa hands him a bowl, Kamiki passes him chopsticks, and the little gas stove flares to life with delicate, blue-tinted flames. 

It’s warm, and he feels swept back to the time they spent together huddled in tents and around campfires to ward off the cold. 

“It’s been pretty busy, right?” Suguro asks. “I’m surprised they managed to put the whole exam together so soon.”

Yukio nods. “Most of the preparations were completed before the holiday. All that was left was finding a different venue.”

“What happens if someone fails?” Kamiki prompts, glancing at Shima. “Is it for life?” 

Shima shoots her a wounded look. “Why’d you look at me when…” 

He grimaces when she snatches the piece of meat he was reaching for.

“I’m pretty sure if Kinzou-san could pass,” Miwa says, busy setting a bowl out for Kuro, “you could too, Shima-san.”

Shima sniffs. “I don’t know why, but that doesn’t sound like a compliment, Koneko-san.” 

Yukio pushes his glasses up. “You can take the exam up to seven times. After that, they suggest you consider a different career.” 

“So, you can fail six times,” Rin tells Shima, very seriously. 

“No way, Okumura-kun, even you—”

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[bluewindfall]

parabola

Yukio flips a page in his textbook, listening to the soft scratches of Shiemi’s pencil across paper. 

The mid-afternoon sun flows over the interior of the shop like a layer of swaying silk, warming the wood of the table. It’s quiet, with only the flourishing houseplants in their company. The room smells fragrant, filled with the scent of a jasmine plant blooming on the counter. 

He’s fortunate enough to have two hours of spare time today, working through a worksheet of derivatives to the side as he answers occasional questions from Shiemi. Perhaps it’s a welcome distraction. 

Small tremors run through the table as Shiemi erases a row of equations. 

Yukio lifts his eyes cautiously. 

The delicate red tassel on Shiemi’s hair clip sways when she tilts her head. Her lips have pressed together in concentration, pulling into a puzzled frown as her pencil traces along the curve of the parabola Yukio penned in her notes. When she flips back to another page, a pleased smile lifts her cheeks. A minute later, she moves diligently onto the next problem. 

She’s been working hard and has grown so much in the past few months. All she needs is a bit more confidence in herself.

As Shiemi rests her chin on her hand, a few strands of her hair slip from behind her ear. Several red spots of petechiae peek out from under her collar, like pinpricks, left behind from the grip of Mayuko’s hair. They’ll fade in a few days. Even so, it must have been painful.

Yukio flips another page, running his thumb along the waxy texture of the paper of his textbook without reading any of the print. “Yesterday,” he begins, “I was really impressed by you and Kamiki-san.” 

Shiemi’s eyes meet his, just a shade brighter than the mellow green of the aloe sitting behind her. “Really?” 

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[bluewindfall]

Aphelion

When they return, a hefty box of tangerines has been left to sit outside the hallway. 

“Maybe Konekomaru bought them,” Rin guesses. He shrugs his coat off and squats down to rummage through the bags. “It’s colder in here than I thought. Let’s see if we have some stuff we can heat up.”

Yukio sneezes as he sets his bag aside. 

“Go sit down.” Rin looks amused when he turns around. “Here. Give me your coat.” He prods Yukio over to the couch and swaddles a blanket around his shoulders. “It’s because you stayed outside for so long.”

Yukio sniffles, huddling into the blanket as Rin hands him a pack of tissues. It’s the kind given out by the train station or shopping centers, with an ad for a hair salon printed on its shiny plastic. 

Small flecks of snow have melted on his glasses, leaving a streak when he moves to clean them off. His hands are unsteady, and the world feels so very still.

“Are you still cold?”

Yukio starts to respond, but he sneezes again.

Rin pats his head. “I’ll boil some water.”

“I’m fine,” Yukio mumbles. “You don’t need to rush.”

Rin plugs the electric kettle in. “It’s okay. I’m cold too,” he says, letting his tail sway from side to side as he fills the kettle with water. “I wonder how long this little guy takes to boil.”

Kuro leaps up onto the couch, padding over to crawl under the edge of Yukio’s blanket. 

“Hey, what about these?” Rin smiles as he shakes a cup of instant noodles. “I feel like I remember this brand was pretty spicy. Here.”

Yukio catches the crinkly package reflexively, turning it over to examine the front.

It seems Miwa and Godaiin purchased an assortment of instant noodles, along with several other nonperishables and a large pack of bottled water. There are also sandwiches left from yesterday.

Rin’s coat and shoes were new as well. They really brought so many things. 

“Be careful. It’s hot,” Rin mentions, setting a mug of boiled water on the table before he sits down on the couch. 

“Thank you.” Yukio wraps his stiff fingers around the mug, letting its calming warmth seep into his hands. The crinkle of flavoring packets fills the room, and he listens as Rin pours water into the instant noodle cups.  

Somehow, this quiet, as unremarkable as it is, makes him feel steadier. 

They eat in relative silence. Afterward, Rin pulls out a small notepad. He appears to be concentrating, but he keeps peeking at Yukio every few minutes or so. 

The radio covers a minor flooding event near Lake Towada but soon digresses to rambling about the history of its formation. He recalls reading somewhere that seismic activity had been detected near the caldera lately, but this program has yet to provide any notable information.

Rin makes an inarticulate noise as he pulls at his hair. 

Yukio looks up. “What are you doing?” 

Rin leans back and slides the notepad across the table. “I’ve been trying to memorize this. Konekomaru wrote them down for me yesterday. It’s basic stuff, like the date, the prime minister, and other things to remember.”

Yukio skims through the list. This notepad’s paper has a thin, dry texture. Its corners are sharp and the spine is stiff. 

The pages near the end are rather practical, including social norms such as how to recite the Illuminati’s silly chant, the importance of not mentioning the Order in public unless to disparage it, what stripes and medals on Illuminati uniforms mean, as well as several news events generally anyone would know from the past year. 

He flips a page back, reading more carefully this time. Somehow, looking at the contents of these pages, listed in blue ink and neat margins, makes the time between them seem disproportionately shorter.

Rin reaches for the notepad. “What’s wrong?” 

Yukio swallows. “Nothing. I just…” He lowers his head as he sets the notepad down on the table. “I didn’t explain anything to you before. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Really.” Rin sits back in his chair, grimacing as he turns a page. “Does everyone really hate the Order that much?”

Yukio clenches his fingers gradually, reaching for a tangerine from the pile they washed to occupy his hands. 

Rin’s chair creaks as he leans forward. “It’s only been two years since we really started losing.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Yukio answers. “The media is controlled by the Illuminati. Even if the Order could somehow win the war at this point, they would still be seen as an insurgency.” 

A flicker of worry crosses Rin’s features. “What about you? Do you hate the Order?”

Yukio’s hands pause. 

Rin frowns. 

“Whether I hate them or not doesn’t change anything,” Yukio says. “I can’t go back either way.” 

Rin looks pensive. “But do you want to go back?” 

Yukio sets the tangerine he peeled aside and reaches for a new one. “Do you want to?” 

“Oh.” Rin runs a hand through his hair, and his fingers graze a circle around the stitches on his forehead. “I… hadn’t really thought that far.” 

For a while, Yukio wonders if he’ll say more, but Rin stays quiet as he opens the notepad back up. It’s too simple to read him, even after this long. 

“I don’t hate the Order,” Yukio murmurs. There’s more he should say. It means more to Rin than that.

The Order has warped more and more as the war drags on, peeling and discarding layers of pretenses. It most likely can’t return to the husk of an organization they knew, even if all of this were to end. There’s no use in hating the Order. 

Rin just nods as he takes the tangerine Yukio peeled, separating the sections out into little half moons before he eats them. 

Kuro sets a paw on his arm. 

“I don’t know if tangerines are good for you, Kuro,” Yukio tells him quietly, nudging his glasses straight with the back of his hand. 

For some reason, Rin laughs. “Sure.” 

Kuro’s tails flick up, but all he does is wander over to curl in Yukio’s lap. 

“Yeah.” Rin yawns, setting his notes down as he moves to sit on the couch with them. “I think I’m going to take a nap too. I’ve been staring at that for too long.” 

Yukio stacks two tangerine peels on top of each other, glancing up when Rin’s shoulder brushes his. A familiar stray thought settles over him as he starts to lean away.

There’s something he should have said.

“Nii-san.” He shifts the blanket to sit straighter. 

Rin turns his head.

“Thank you,” Yukio whispers when their eyes meet. “I… wanted to tell you that earlier.” 

“Oh.” Rin’s smile glows a little. “Yeah,” he says, just as quietly, leaning back against the couch. “I’m glad you’re here.” He sighs as he lifts his eyes to the ceiling. “I still have so much to tell you.”

Yukio traces his thumb along the cut across his palm. Only two days have passed, yet so much has changed. 

“You have time,” he says, but the words feel simple for the promise they are. When he looks up, Rin beams. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” Rin plays with a corner of the blanket. “It’s been a long time since we just sat around talking. I missed that.”

A hazy sense of nostalgia wells in Yukio’s chest, in that hollow space between breaths. For once, the warmth doesn’t twist as it settles. 

He peels another tangerine into five lumpy petals, listening to the chatter of the radio for a while before he switches it off. Kuro is purring, and Rin’s head has slipped to rest on his shoulder.

It’s snowing when he tilts his head back to look out the window. His fingertips are dry and covered with pale dust from the tangerine skins, but he doesn’t think he wants to move. 

“I missed you too.”  

Rin hums a sleepy noise of approval.

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