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nhoirr · 3 months

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It was the year of spring when you got the most lamest confession you've ever heard.

all from a man you'd never expect—nobody ever did expect that GOJO SATORU had the time and capacity to fall in love.

what a surprise, because he was too.

"go out with me," he states more than questioning.

like a giddy normal teenager that was not the most handsome man in the world—the, gojo satoru asked you out.

infront of everyone; without shame, oh but full of smugness that makes you want to reject him just to see his pride fall.

but perhaps the from shocking event did the thought not come to you that day, not when the pressure was all time high.

"This.." you start and the crowd quivers in their boots, boys and girls alike already demanding their victory from the bet, "this is what you greet me with after ignoring me for weeks, satoru?" the said man stiffens with his posture, and as if the bouquet of flowers he held felt the shift of the atmosphere—it dramatically wilted.

"oh, c'mon that was just—" he knew reasoning was futile when he gulps the words down his throat again, catching the way you glare.

and you spin your heel around. guessing with how he hangs his head low, you think he's discouraged enough to let it go and take the rejection.

but the man you knew was always so annoying, so stubborn.

you hear a call of your name but you don't snap your head like your-all-time-secret-is-out kind of surprise, but it's because the dumbest man spoke the dumbest words you've ever heard.

"I, the heir of the gojo clan, am insanely inlove with you!"

the crowd goes eerily silent, like time was frozen but not in a romantic way. It was embarrassingly awkward that you could hear the sound of a pin drop.

"what?" you spat out in disbelief, not comprehending his words and he takes it as another sign to repeat himself to you.

"I lik—" you stop him from talking by slapping a hand to his mouth, glowing eyes shimmering with the brightest smile known to man, "yes yes, don't repeat yourself!" you exclaim almost immediately.

your breath hitches in your throat the moment you feel his hand grasp your wrist, the one that covered his mouth and he points a finger to speak, muffled by your hand, "dso yu asekpt?" you could faintly make out the words he said—do you accept?

it syncs with the voice echoing at the back of your head ever since he confessed.

and yet, the answer always remained the same.

so you drop your hand from his mouth, catching the way his eyes follow your every move—perhaps enough to notice the hesitation, and he worries for the words you'll speak with such an expression.

quickly he starts before you speak, "Its fi—"

"I like you," he gets cut off, jaw slacked and unmoving in shock.

he blinks once or twice, but the crowd reacts before he can, waking him enough to respond back.

with a lopsided grin and dusted cheeks, he speaks again too—he thinks could be lost to the noise of the crowd, but with how close you were, he thinks you'll be able to hear even a whisper.

"I like you too."

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nhoirr · 2 months

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𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑

— 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

drabbles. “GOJO HOURS."

“LOVESICK LOVER — !” : When he's away from you.

GOJO SATORU is not a patient man, especially when he's kept long time away from you.

'I miss you,' 13:42

your phone dings with a message you've been anticipating all this while, all this afternoon you spent fidgeting in place; waiting for something, or well—someone.

'i'll come home soon.' 13:43

the message rings out from a sender that was no other than your lover—GOJO SATORU, who seems to have been impatient at work; he's been gone for less than an hour, though you couldn't blame him when you felt the same.

'I want to be with you." 13:43 — not even two seconds later, your phone gets bombarded with messages.

Often it would be like this when he's gone, busy with exorcising curses.. hours to days of no contact, to sudden barrages of messages come in endless downpour; you couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd say — 'I want to come home.' every time, and every moment he has.

its silly, how he makes the butterflies burst in your stomach. You wonder how he feels so near when he's so far—perhaps distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

'Hey, don't leave me on read!' 13:45

At his reminder, you can't help but imagine him saying this. Bickering about your imprudence to dare leave him on read, you quickly tap away at your phone.

—'take care of yourself,' wouldn't be much too cliche to say right..? should you be adding anything more? it felt like your message was too short, maybe you should throw in a—'ill wait for you.' too, in there.

.. okay maybe too much—you internally cringe at your own words, attempting to delete the message.

Though unfortunately, your finger slips to press send a bit too hastily, not even given a chance to delete the message when he's seen it in a heartbeat; you could only close your eyes and pray he wouldn't tease it out of you all day, he wouldn't let you live this down.

at long last—your phone dings and you couldn't help the curiosity, peeking reluctantly at what he had to say.

'I don't think I can wait.' 13:50

but you could guess he probably won't be able to come home tonight; he probably has a lot to finish, he wont be home anytime soon..

so.. that makes you wonder, during this time of night—just when you were about to close your eyes..

"who.." Theres sudden motion, noise of shuffling before the sheets slowly dip and you sink into the softness of the bed. Although your eye lips felt heavy, you peel open your eyes—the blurred figure of a man answers with his voice, "Are you asleep yet?" he—the familiar voice of a man you've been waiting for all day, whispers in your ear.

He hovers above you, leaning over so much that the bed creaks, "Don't sleep on me, sweetheart." he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, another one to your neck—till he littered your body, every inch of your skin his lips could find; his lips latches on to you, as if a leech.

and one last time, he presses a long kiss to the side of your lips—as if asking for you to wake up through your groggy state of mind.

"keep your pretty eyes open for me, will ya?"

through your hazy vision, you could make out that charming smile of his that you've engraved into your mind—the image of a man you love so dearly, your heart treasures so.

and you know he loves you too—just as much.

your phone dings with his last text you never got to read before he came home—

'I love you.' 24:59

your impatient lover probably couldn't wait another day to come home, not when you were waiting for him—not when he'd miss your welcome greeting, not when he still hadn't kissed you goodnight.

and god, that was all he could always think of when you're not in his moment of sight.

'I'm coming home.' 00:09

how unfortunate, that the moment you wake in the morning after, you would never get the chance to read this message.

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nhoirr · 3 months

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SPRING CAME. | ALBUM BY g. satoru

[ GOJO SATORU X READER ]

LYRICS ✰ — Cherry blossoms in spring, the momentary beauty to behold. But black and blue paint your skin, and next spring comes in an endless rue, you wanted to ask — why were the most beautiful flowers, always the ones plucked from its roots? If spring was as blue as the reflection in his eyes, as tides turn like the changes of time; and flowers would wilt in time, like how you were what was left of his last year's spring. This time, came in blue hues, when you flowed like petals off cherry blossom blooms — and just like every other time, you were the last of his spring. and there were no next blooms.

#.angst #.death #.spoilers!ahead.jjkS2 #.ooc? #.smitten!gojo

.. 💿 ALBUM PLAYLIST

{SERIES CHAPTERS}

TRACK 01. — KEEP A PLACE FOR ME

“Summer, was a time of our lives.” childhood lovers. When the ocean meets with the shoreline.

TRACK 02. — NO PLACE OTHER THAN HOME

through the seasons of autumn. The next time the ocean waves met to ebb away at the sea shores, yet there was no longer any shoreline to meet.

For the ocean that seeked refuge in the place it abandoned long ago, longing for the times it wishes to relive once again.

TRACK 03. — TOO SOON, TOO LATE

For when winter had ended, spring came too soon, and summer came too late.

the love that bloomed too soon and realized only when the storm cleared, did the ocean finally see that the once tall mountain filled with bountiful life — was engulfed by the waves, buried in the eternal tides of the deep ocean.

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release date between 1/30~2/1. follow the tag — #.ALBUM? — 💽 : SPRING CAME - g. satoru. chapters will be posted under that tag!

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nhoirr · 3 months

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KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. | Album by gojo satoru

#.GOJO SATORU X READER

1/3 ★ : TRACK O1, = chapter one. — “SPRING CAME TO KEEP A PLACE FOR ME.”

PREFACE : A love that sprouted way back during early days, young eyes too naive to see the truth — what would unfold in later events are the weight of the lies spoken that very faithful night.

PROMP & THEMES : Childhood sweethearts, foolish teens inlove, fem-reader, some-implied-misunderstandings.

#.smitten!gojo, #.ooc?, #.fluff, #.angst, #.cliché-scenes, #.bittersweet.

❒ .BACK TO TRACKLIST / TAGS ?

#.ALBUM? — 💽 : SPRING CAME - g. satoru.

❒ .TRACK-LIST • O1. keep a place for me • O2. [no place other than home] • O3. [too soon, too late] – RECORD SLEEVE.

you first met GOJO SATORU when you were young, a formal meeting of the clans to discuss their collaboration — a momentary meeting, a fleeting bow and starlike eyes meets at a place where time seems to stop.

innocent eyes staring at the abyssal ocean depths that never seemed to have its end, threatening to swallow you whole.

never did you think such pretty eyes could be so terrifying.

".. do you want a tart?" you nervously push your plate to the glaring boy, his eyes following your fingers like guarded cat.

but infront of the sweet treat does the ocean waves calm, glancing at you once or twice before finally accepting the offer.

It was not at all a pleasing meet, but it was then did your friendship start.

from polite knitted poise of greeting, to whispers under the table with interlocked pinkies, stifled laughs during late night escapees through his bedroom windows — you were a menace, and your influence seemed to rub off on him.

the once less than a glance now turned to longing stares speaking a million words, from the many times it's happened, you could read each other's intentions through it — like a special messenger where only the two of you could read what the letters contained.

one time, across the meeting table where the two clans flock together, prideful geeks speaking like birds of a feather. always so passionate when it comes to matters about their clans, status and what not — like peacocks flexing their plumes.

with eyes glazed with tiredness and boredom, a burning gaze had you seeking where it came. your tense shoulders immediately slacken when you meet a familiar pair of eyes, glaring at you with the words you've been waiting to hear since this god forsaken meeting had started — let's run away.

and you take your chance, watching the way the younger boy disappears down beneath the tables — panic quickly quelled when you realize no one noticed, nor seemed to really care to at the moment. so you follow suit, ducking down to crawl within the small but long meeting table. almost immediately meeting eyes cheekily with the boy, but he moves a finger to his mouth, stopping you from speaking.

Just then, clan leaders immediately shout in panic — scuffling to their feet, breaking their neck by looking all around for the two heirs that have gone missing.

you nod along, trying to bite down the laugh bubbling up inside of you, while your eyes following keenly when he points at the door. the exit.

he glances at you — extending a hand for you to take as he counts to three with his fingers.

and once he counts to three, you both ran like there was no tomorrow.

little you held his hand and hid behind bushes, leaves dusting both your forms and you've never seen such a lively expression on the boy's face, laughing for once like a child of your age.

"its clear, I think." he murmurs beneath what was left of his breath, heaving a sigh of relief with his hand to his beating chest, heart still drumming in his ears with adrenaline from the run.

you give a stuttered laugh, chasing your breath to say, "that was so awesome."

there was a moment where you both meet eyes, cheeky expression and a victorious grin — one stifles a laugh, causing the other to laugh in sync. melodic fits of giggles you both sounded in harmony underneath the starry night.

"you almost got us caught," he reminds you without any bite, almost teasing if you really read between the tones. "and we didnt," you bark back smugly puffing out your chest, which he laughs to.

time seems to subside and laughs begin to fade into the night, you find yourself watching the stars. even when you've finally caught your breath, your heart still thumps with adrenaline at the sight.

"hey," he starts, breaking the silence yet peace still seems to fall. "can you still run?" you perk up at his request, seeing there was no jest, you smile as an answer.

standing up first, you repeat your answer; vocally, "you think?"

and.. never in your life did you think you could run. you knew you ran fast, but for that long?

you were starting to regret your past words of confidence, internally screaming at your past self for your own foolishness.

should you even mention the boy who was the same age as you, having the stamina of a lion?

"w-wait!" you shout, feeling your knees buckle and your hands fly to your knees - catching your breath. "where.." you breathe, "where are we going anyways?"

you could faintly hear the sounds of the grass moving halt.

"somewhere," you feel a vein pop - immediately taking back the words of thanks you were going to say for waiting. "cant we rest?" you reason, raising your head to see he was looking else where. as if pondering your words.

there was a secondary pause, hesitating before he tilts his head to the said to say, ".. come with me."

you feel the energy lost come back at his words, enough to ignore the aching of your legs as you follow him with a skip to your steps.

.. whatever hope you had disperses in matters of minutes when your form slouches from tiredness, and now returned to a groaning, noisy complaining fit.

"you said we'll rest!" you complain.

he shrugs his shoulders, not batting an eye when you seem to fall behind, "I never said that," he answers - annoyance building up inside of you so much that you remember this was how much you hated him before, as much as you feared him atleast.

merely you let out a bummed sigh, and you wonder if you would ever get the time to rest your poor tired feet. "were almost there," he answers your thoughts and you raise your head to speak with a scoff, "really? where-"

the words on your tongue seems to drift to be forgotten with your latter annoyance, your eyes now enchanted by the view of the falling stars and lush garden.

there was such a place? you dont think you would ever find out if it weren't for him, you give him credit for that.

too dazzled by the sight, you don't notice the way he looks your way. "its beautiful," feeling his gaze, you look his way with a smile, catching the way he tenses like deers in the headlights - swiftly turning his head to look at the night sky, "yeah," he coughs out, but you catch the pink tint coloring his ears, uncovered by his white locks.

"it is."

"were you looking at me?" you call him out and he almost jumps, looking at you with annoyance that has you fulfilled - a bit petty of you, but you wanted revenge for his annoying behavior earlier. "you could've sai-"

"I wasn't!" he shouts causing you to blink, mesmerized he was showing more emotion to this than any of your findings - apart from sweet treats. "so defensive," you puff out a breath, thinking if you should rile him up more.

.. ofcourse, would that even be a question? "then why are you red?" — you'd take all the reactions you can with this rare opportunity.

he 'calmly' sighs, "its simply.. hot today."

almost perfectly on cue, the wind blows with the coldness of the night, as if to betray him for his lies.

"right.." you don't press on further, saving him the embarrassment.. not like he'd ever live this down.

he opens his mouth to save whatever was left of his dignity, but you beat him to it. "do you think this will happen again?" you slowly walk your way over to the fountain laying at the center of the garden, sitting by the stones beside it - careful not to fall.

curiously, he follows you with cat-like eyes, "what will?"

you pat the space beside you, beckoning him to sit with you, "come look at the view."

carefully he sits, keeping a distance away but not enough where your hand seem to hover on his own for a fleeting moment.

from embarrassment or disgust, you both recoil away as if the touch burnt you.

realization dawning with a synchronized 'oh' - your eyes meet once again, a pause for a moment or two before you both laugh at each other.

"this is what I mean," you suddenly say, and he stops. "this?" - he repeats your words as if to test if the meaning would change if he says it, but it seems to inquire more of an answer.

an answer you couldn't give, not into words atleast.

you could describe it as a feeling.

"this moment," the answer flies over his head when he stares blankly, but doesn't push forward. if he did, perhaps you could've explained that day what you meant.

"i.. also get lost in the moment here, whenever I look at the skies." he seems to create a meaning of his own to your words, and you don't correct him either, "you come here often?" he pauses, looking down to the flowers blooming at his feet, "when I want to escape.. from everything."

there seemed to be more weight to his words, was it a sensitive topic?

"no one knows about this," you freeze at his words, giving a lopsided smile when he turns his head to look at you, halting again to return your smile - awfully menacing considering you felt guilty and threatened, if this was his secret hide-out, why did he tell you?

as if to answer the thought - "thats why I showed you," you don't know if this was a threat or a comfort..

"am I your accomplice now?"

he gives you a smile that makes you shiver for the first time this cold night.

he presses a finger to his lips, whispering not any louder than a voice pretending someone could hear, "keep it a secret between us."

that night he whispers a secret, and the stars became the witness to the birth of a newfound secret sealed by a promise.

you faux to think it over, entertaining his shenanigans when you too, whisper back, "okay, its a secret."

his eyes sparkle with your answer, for once, the ocean waves were calm. you've seen it before, but never at you - so gently smiling with warm that made you feel giddy.

you've exchanged so many laughs with one another, you could almost think you were friends..

but alas, for children your age, naivety was futile to the innocent eyes beheld the world. not enough to be understood, not enough to understand. maybe and perhaps, may the regrets lie in the future, you knew you would always turn back time to relive this moment where you both felt more alive than alive.

only if..

thump..

the tranquility of the moment was broken by the sound of shouts, hurried footsteps and faintly, you could hear the call of your name.

you stand before you realize, already starting to walk away if not for the hand grasping at your wrist - telling you not to go.

"wait," he spoke but you knew a second was a luxury, a minute longer would be when you get caught.

thump...

he feels the panic flicker through your features, making him spit out the words before his brain could comprehend, "will I see you again?" desperation clings to his tone, as if there was something more he wanted to say.

you pause to think but knew you had no such time, glancing at the light of torch fire growing closer - so were the sounds of rustling leaves and hurried footsteps.

thump...

so you gave him a promise you never knew if you could live through, "next spring," you spoke without thinking, heart beating out of your ribcage to the point that it was all you could hear through your panic state of mind.

"when?" he tightens his grip on your wrist as if afraid to let go, more than getting caught.

you glance back at the light somehow disappeared in the night, darkness once again envelopes your form where only the moonlight helped you to see; although not enough to read his expression, once again staring at nothing but those glowing blue eyes - you swear you'll dream about it.

"next month? after this winter, or next year?" this time, he was the one panicking, not noticing the way he was continuously tugging for your hand.

so you give him the bitter truth, coating with the sweetness of lies to give flavor to the indigestible truth.

"I don't know," a lie but not - you really didn't know, but you were sure your father would never let you leave again once he hears about the elder's mishaps of keeping an eye on you.

you bit the insides of your cheek, staring endlessly at his eyes to the point that you're drowning before you know it - drowning at the raging waves flickering with unbridled emotions threatening to consume.

within the depths of the sea, you are pulled out of the abyss by your reflection in his eyes - pleading.

"Keep a place for me here," you turn to look at him softly, almost enough to comfort him - but he remains stubborn, motioning to stand up but you sit him down with both hands to his shoulders.

'here' - he doesn't know if you meant a place by the way you were looking, enough to say you were looking through his soul, like you knew who he was when he never found it himself.

silently he stares back at you, knowing he never found the answer to your words either.

"when we meet again.. promise me-" he answers before you finish, "I promise," his hand finds its way back to your wrist, and when you don't recoil away, he moves to stand.

with the unsaid words remaining forever unsaid, he swears an oath - kissing the back of your hand, lashes fluttering gently with the caress of the wind - for the first time, he used proper etiquette with you.

when you try to speak again, he steals the words you wished to say and somehow — a part of you was also whisked away, and you wouldn't know what for a long time.

"ill keep a place for you when spring comes."

.. two people, two hearts and promises for the future - where only the stars would bear witness the past to be remembered.

in spite of all that, fate will always be relentless to those who never knew the unknown — where the doe-like eyes would one day remember, how cruel the world could be.

that night, you were yanked away from his hold.

watching the way you way forcefully taken from him - ripped away from his hold where he watches you smiling at him despite getting dragged away.

you were so unbearably cruel, telling him to stay. to not fight back when that was all he wanted to do at that moment; because he feels like he'll regret if he doesn't, that this will be the last he'll see of you if he doesnt.

but dear, oh dear..

your words always go before his, and he doesn't recall to when he developed such a mindset.

so he stays - still, so eerily still until his figure fades in the night, covered by the bushes and leaves as you get dragged further and further away.

the image still remains - where he was standing there ever since that day, at that garden during the same eternal night, he'll stay still - and ever waiting for the promise of the past, acting as his chain.

maybe the momentary emptiness that follows the bittersweet farewell he has to swallow will one day catch up to him in the future, forever haunting him. like the abyss reaching the depths of his soul, to one day tug him down when the burden weighs heavy on his tainted heart; now had its first scar.

gojo satoru will now carry the same weight as your promise - he, the guilt if he ever tried harder; while you, the burden of a promise you cannot keep.

that night, two hearts met, and only one left with a heavy heart carrying the weight of a future filled with endless rue.

may the world take pity.

somewhere, you could hear the first chirps of spring birds awoken from hibernation, singing for the day of a new beginning - the month of spring came. marking the start after the end, the aftermath of that night. a start of a path beckoning you to stray from the path, to the path of lies and regret — first spring after winter, a spring without the other.

.. thud.

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nhoirr · 3 months

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2024 — GENSHIN IMPACT MEN!VARIOUS X READER

FROM THE WALL — DAILY DRABBLES

‘I LOVE YOU—!’

FROM HOYO NEWS STATION written by nhoirr

ways they say "i love you" — !

Content contains — suggestive. fluff. established-relationship. implications of marriage.

In times of relishing upon each other's presence, once peace destroyed by the tug of growing boredom. Although caused by a looming thought you once entertained, now grew too loud in your head.

"A penny for your thoughts?" He muses, hand swiping over to tuck the strands of your hair behind your ear. Buttering you up to spill what causes the cease of your brows, though amused by your puckered lips in troubled thought.

"I was thinking," you start with a quick glance at his reassurance, easily admitting the thought that plagues your mind — to that, he pulls you closer to him, silently telling you to continue.

"How much do you love me?"

there was a momentary pause in his movements, though not at all troubled — his eyes boring through your skull was a gaze mixed with perplexing interest, but more or less humor.

"And why do you think I married you?" he carries on, hand glazing over underneath your thigh to pull you on his lap — silencing you with a swipe of his thumb over your lips, "Isn't it simple enough, or .. do you give in?"

He hears no response, his eyes merely squinting at you — not at all from disappointment, yet one you couldn't read. His fingers nimbly hovered along your hand, playing with your ring finger — specifically, the finger that held your wedding ring.

"I WANT A LIFETIME WITH YOU," he reminisces of the distant past when you captivated his heart, the memory of you walking down the aisle. The day implanted in his mind as the most important day of his entire life — white light surrounding you paired with white roses, he swore he heard the trumpets of the heavens — you were his strength at his lowest, as well as the light of his life.

ROMANTIC & DOMESTIC — words that spill from his lips coated in the taste of saccharine flavorful honey, cool suave based-off hands on experience or by the handbook — a smooth gentleman he was introduced to you as, kissing the back of your hand as he would ask to take his shot of courting you. The first promise he'd utter were the oaths as he took your hand, then he would continue to pledge at the aisle and sealed with a kiss; ring enveloping your finger spoke the millions of promises he makes for you again and again, and always manages to fulfill them effortlessly.

♡ — KAEYA, ayato, HEIZOU, LYNEY,

—

"do you have weird dreams?" your lover suddenly starts a conversation, causing you to look up from the book you were reading.

You pause, "and.." you whisper to start, but ponder for a moment at his words, "what exactly are these 'weird dreams' you're saying?"

this time, it was him who falls silent.

"I've been dreaming," you tilt your head as if telling him to continue, "are they not so good dreams?" you query with a hint of humor, raising a brow when you notice the growing bags under his eyes.

"no, they.." he clears his throat, and if you squint hard enough, you'd see the tips of his ears were dusted pink.

".. I dream of you, lately." and to this, you couldn't help but hum in amusement.

"really?" you slur your words, nudging his elbow, "I see you love me very much," you tease with a laugh, not at all expecting for a response other than a flustered flinch.

".. I do," like two glowing tomatoes, your cheeks flared red. "actually I.." he starts again, swallowing thickly before he speaks again in cough, "I ADORE YOU."

".. did the dreams affect you this much..?" you try to laugh out, trying to hide your fluster by fanning your face with your hand. Pretending it was the heat making you flush.

he scoffs but you take it more as a laugh.

"no," he tells you and you think he's lying, "this is better than a dream.."

"You're already a dream come true."

= : I ADORE YOU. i dream of you, i live for our love, you set my heart on fire, you're a dream come true.

SWEETNESS HELD BY THE EYES, giddiness of a teen from fleeting glances and momentary conversations — dare say innocence in the face of love, doe eyes taking all it can in the face of its first love; Though, inexperience births some moments that makes one queasy — as if one of those cliché romance novels, yet one you could never get enough of.

♡ — Freminet, itto, KAVEH, bennett,

—

It was once again during the silent nights do you find yourself coming home to your lover — tiredness washing over you when you miss sight your lover's greeting, almost falling over when he catches you in his arms; finally remembering another person lives with you now, you have a lover.

"I'm guessing you had a 'fun' adventure?" he comments off-handedly, yet gently adjusting his hand to your waist. Vision blurring when you stumble in your steps — yet instead of his arms, you feel yourself wrapped in soft sheets, senses falling captive to sleep easily.

Silently thanking the blurred figure of your lover, internally noting to pay him back in the morning.

In your tired state, you don't notice the often habit your lover falls into during these late nights. The increasing times where you'd often come home tired due to lack of sleep, paired with long adventures — Your lover has come to adjust to your unhealthy schedule, instead balancing to your needs by preparation of dinner or breakfast, if he'd wake before you.

Late nights like these, he takes it upon himself to make up for all those lost times you were away.

"I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS." he speaks the words lost to the sleeping figure, professing his love when it could not be heard.

Softly, he cradles your form closer to his chest, acting as if you were his heart as he listens for your heartbeat until he too falls to slumber.

Every night, without a fail, he would always catch you when you stumble, kissing your forehead as you sleep and tell you about his day. For even if you don't hear his words, just seeing your face, that you're alive and breathing — its enough for him.

LOYALTY BLANKETS YOU WITH WARMTH, the reassurance silently told, yet actions spoke louder than any words could convey — constantly his gaze lingers for your form through any crowd, he spots your voice effortlessly like a needle from a haystack. Muting out all others, focusing on the time spent with you and no one else. Love was always a strong word, yet he'd never get enough of telling you those three words again and again — how many times you want, he'd do.

♡ — WANDERER, baizhu, tighnari, GOROU,

—

You knew your lover was not a stable man; well, mentally.

Often times, it showed when you were lone. In the comfort of your shared room, a private space where it was only you two beneath the moon. It was then does the words spill from his lips, away from prying eyes does he speak the words he's been thinking about all day.

In your loving arms, does the man fall to his knees; where the burden of the word disappears the moment he's wrapped in your embrace.

"stay," he says when he thinks you're going to leave, his hand tugging your sleeve to motion you in place.

"you haven't had dinner," you reason his need to satiate his hunger, to atleast eat something after a long day outside. but still, you make no move to stand, idly combing through his hair and his hold on you tightens.

"YOU'RE ALL I NEED," he cuts you off, clinging to the sleeves of your shirt, his head laying on your chest; ears pressed to where your beating heart laid.

and you don't say a word for the matter, letting him cling to you for as long as he needed—all as he wanted.

"YOURE ALL I WANT." yes, you were his one and only want—all he ever desired, the only good thing god had given him.

His other half, the other piece to complete his missing heart. because without you—he doesn't think he'd make it to another day.

Without you, he was nothing.

DEVOTION SEEPS THROUGH YOU LIKE A BURNING FIRE, never too much and never too little — even so, the flames of his faithful devotion to you never burns out. As if he were the candle light and you were his candle, a flame is never made without one — and shall the wind blow, it will never be strong enough to dim the flame.

♡ — scaramouche, DILUC, THOMA?

—

Within the darkest of the night where the streets held no light, a time of midnight where everyone laid rest — in this gentle glow of the moonlight, you were left alone with none other than..

"ILL WALK YOU HOME," he seems to read your worried face, having the same thoughts he offers you company to fill the silent night.

Not like he'd ever allow any danger to ever come close to you.

You give him a small mutter of thanks, taking his hand and interlocking your pinkies as you walked side by side, "I'd like that very much."

The man, despite not being great, tries to fill in the silence. A small attempt to comfort your quivering form, alert for any movements in the dark.

So he pulls you closer to his side, grabbing your attention—"don't worry," and he'll make sure it remains that way.

"I'll take care of you," with the way you were now clinging to his arm like a koala, his plan worked.

Now the only worry was to ease the awkward tension, "did you have fun today?" he starts to converse with you, but doesn't take his eyes off the road—although it doesn't mean his attention was just on the road.

"I did," you answer him truthfully, he could take an accurate guess you were smiling bashfully even if he didn't look.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but the sudden halt from your steps causes him to look back at you. "so.. we're here," you speak to answer his silent question.

oh, did time fly that fast? perhaps the rest of what he wanted to tell you could wait for tomorrow.

There was always a tomorrow he'd eagerly awake to with you, days he'd rise just to seek your presence once again.

"I see, then.."

For now, he'll just speak the few words out of millions on his mind.

"yes.." you pause for a moment, looking back at him to see if he was still there, and seeing he was, reassured—you speak again, "thank you for walking me home, goodnight."

He watches you silently but vigilant, as if a guardian of a treasury protecting its gold.

"wait,"

To the sound of his voice, he spots you glancing again, as if asking him to speak his mind before you go to rest. ".. what is it?"

.. so he does, "I'm thankful for you," he steps a little closer to you, enough to see your face for tonight, "for today."

He thinks its not so bad to speak his mind, at a times; especially when it makes you smile like that.

He clears his throat, face incredibly close to yours to the point that you could see your reflection in his eyes, staring at you.

But with the many words he wishes to say, most of those are reserved for the future; he'll tell you the rest when the timing is right.

"and.. I wish you a goodnight."

CHIVALRY WAS WHAT HE SPOKE, as if he came from a text-book fairytale, graceful actions of a prince when he'd swiftly descends the carriage first to extend a hand to the crowned — treating you no-less like royalty. Loves and cheesy lines were not often what fell from his lips, branding them as something far too cliché — yet he doesn't hesitate in saying he'd kiss the ground you walk on, revel in your presence and keep you out of harms way; be it a prince or your knight, he'd gladly be both.

♡ — KAZUHA, al-haitnam, CYNO, wriothesley,

—

For an immortal to fall in love with a mortal, time would always seem to pass far too fast.

More so when the time is taken from you both by the heart you had for adventure; as much as you loved him, you could never cure your heart that was still a child-the heart of yours craving for its wanderlust.

But for that same reason of love, he lets you; because he loves you, he'll readily part for you as you wish and will eagerly await the promise of your return.

"ILL WAIT FOR YOU." the weight of time he would have to lose was fine for him, as long as you come back.

For the heart would always wait, love is what makes the ride worthwhile, afterall.

Even if there begins doubt, the fact remains and will forever stay the same.

".. are you sure?" you ask him the question that were already weighing heavy in his mind, but he's already thought about it a million times over.

he wasn't sure what the future told, only he knew what would always remain the same was that — "... I believe in you." he believes with his whole heart and being, no matter what would happen, you would always return to the same place.

that is what he tells you, but truthfully, he didn't wish the partings, an inevitability he considered but never this soon. all he could do was stare as you left—a hole made in his heart. A part of it was reserved for his other whole, letting you go with a part of himself with you as you went.

When the man kissed your forehead he wishes something to the gods, "drive safe," — that there may be no peril in your way, for when he sees you again, he hopes without any pain; only good stories will remain for you to tell him about your ventures to the world.

And every night he'll pray; for you to have sweet dreams.

ETERNITY PASSES YET LOVE REMAINS, no matter far you are nor long you are separated — you will always have a place in his heart, devotion could not be the word to describe the immense trust he has; Trust, enough to gift him poison and he'd gladly take a sip, and if you were to ever ask why — he already has, he says. The moment you captivated his heart, the moment he kneeled for you that day.. he already drank the poison that love was.

♡ — DAINSLEIF, ZHONGLI, XIAO, childe, ALBEDO, venti, NEUVILETTE, AETHER.

a/n — the fact that picking which character was described in the promp was the hardest part, and also the part that took the longest in this fic

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‘LOVER MORNINGS’ | gojo satoru x reader

What are mornings like with the Gojo Satoru?

#.self-indulgent-crack! #.mornings with satoru, #.fluff. #.established relationship! w/boyfriend Satoru Gojo.

! — a little bit suggestive? touchy scenes.

Its 3 in the morning and the sun is yet to rise fully to the skies, theres a moment where the world seems to pause when you start to admire the way the skies bleed into pink and orange hues — when dusk seems to color the clouds with purple, its a time you could still see the faint glimmer of the stars until it fades away into the colors of the sky.

It takes you a long while before you get out of bed, taking a peek at the man who lay besides you. Still far off in the land of dreams, you best believed you don't dare stir him awake.

Its 4 AM when you find yourself in the shower, just finished wrapping the towel around your form when you take a glance at the mirror.. and then another, taking another swift look to see from the corner of your eye, to your surprise, you meet gazes with your lover; still half-awake. Yet before you could usher him back to bed — he speaks before you.

"..me," you can't help but tilt your head in confusion.

"—come back to bed," he grumbles, voice a little hoarse and he's leaning at the doorframe for what was left of his conscious self.

"s'too early," you knew what he meant, the only precious times you both had were only shared in the mornings, afterall. Still, you can't help the small twitch of your lips forming into a soft smile — "come sleep with me,"

and you comply.

His hand reaches towards your form, meeting your skin in soft fleeting touches — and comfortably rests at your back and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Pleased with the situation when he lets out a small noise similar to a purr of a cat; to any outsider, your lover probably looked like a touch-starved cat.

"You smell,, good." you knew beforehand he'd like it, since the soap you used was his. and perhaps he had always been this man who liked marking what's his with his scent.. But thats a secret you'll keep to yourself.

"Are you still sleepy?" you ask, watching the way he begrudgingly parts from the side of your shoulder — like a candy being taken from a child. "Yeah," and thats all it takes for you to be convinced, that's all it takes for you to agree to his affections. Your hand grazes his cheeks, cupping them to grab his attention.

"Let's go to bed then," you're melting to his whims, falling to his arms and not a moment later, he pulls you in by the wrist and into the soft sheets of your shared bed. Whispering words into your ear akin to the dulcet tones of a cello, ushering you back into his loving embrace; and back to slumber.

(faintly, you could recognize the last words he tells you when he thinks you've fallen captive to sleep first — "I love you," he whispers so, so gently. So fragile when he pulls you in closer to his chest, his chin kissing the crown of your head when he too, falls to slumber beneath the comforting sheets of your shared bed.)

Its at 5:31 AM you find yourself at the kitchen, cooking for morning breakfast — a few batch of pancakes for plates of two. And just on cue, the bedroom doors open revealing messy locks of your lover — white hair morphed into what could be similar to a porcupine's back.

"goodmorning." its at 6 AM you find yourself smiling at your own words — to a good morning, indeed. "did you sleep well?" he hums in response, groggily rubbing on his eyelids.

"mornin," you find your back pulled into his chest, hands clasped around your waist, face buried into your neck does he breathe in a satisfied sigh. Though like a toddler he was, he peeks at what you've laid before him — eyeing the pancakes decorated with a strawberry on top.

"Ya' woke up early for this?" a pout tugs on his lips when his hold wrinkles your shirt — well, his shirt that you were wearing. "Yeah, I got hungry."—you lied, like the liar you are.

In all honesty, you just couldn't fall asleep after hearing those words. For how could you? when all you could hear was the racing beat of your heart, far too fast to be syncing with his own.

But still, he sat on the kitchen stool from the other side, eyeing you in a way you can't help but ask — "what are you staring for?"

"aren't you gonna eat?" he retorts that has you laughing. Yeah, what a baby he was.

"alright, i'll eat with you."

6 AM in the early mornings you find yourself sat on the couch, with the child of a man laying on your lap as if it were his private property. Disturbing your artistic work and momentary inspiration — you pray for the gods to give you patience the moment his hand knocks over the notebook in your hands.

"my legs are going numb–hey, knock it off!" you hiss, trying to push his head away — but like the stubborn roach man he is, he doesn't let go. "how long are you going to lay here like that?"

"ti'll you show me!" he's glaring at your sketch book from behind, obscuring his perfect view of you — the thing that has been taking his curiosity and your attention away. "what are ya' drawing anyways?"

"stick your nose where it belongs, satoru." he lets out an offended gasp at that. But still, you steer your sketch around to show him — a sketch of himself.

— as a stickman. "is that supposed to be me?" and you try to resist the urge to punch this man.

"do you think it's anyone else?" well, no one weird enough would wear a blindfold other than your lover, after all. It's his signature look now.

"oh, if you wanted your gorgeous boyfriend to be your model. You could've just asked!" you could take an accurate guess he was wriggling his eyebrows like an idiot while saying that; and almost immediately your face contorts into a sneer, almost almost biting back but you hold your tongue.

And theres this broad smile playing on his lips that has you defeated, "come on, be affectionate with your poor boyfriend!"

"are you demanding me?"

"you're so stingy!"

You manage to pry him off your lap. But like the fly he is — he latches on to your waist this time. His hair tickling your cheeks and you can't help but laugh — "hey, now this isn't fair—!"

"You're at the mercy of Gojo Satoru now!"

the next thing you know, you've both fallen off the couch.

(you swear you'll get him back for this.)

but its at 7 AM of early mornings you find yourself in the arms of your lover — you don't know how you found yourself plopped on the floor, when his hands started to roam to your waist. Oh, just how did you get yourself in this situation?

"You're so.." he whispers the words like a broken record, his hand tracing the outlines of your face. "damn, lovable." Then a kiss to your cheek, another.. and then another... and..

"Okay, okay!" you lightly push him away, seeing how he's chasing for more with puckered lips — "Let it up, Satoru." he pouts at this.

"Now, I can't even shower you with any affection?"

"That's definitely not it," you're laughing not a second later, perhaps its the feeling of warmth bursting upon your skin the moment you hear him laugh with you too.

You wonder if this memory would be imprinted in your veins, to every second you'll recall — the peaceful mornings, incomplete without your lover.

trying to figure out how to write gojo's character for a series im writing, so ignore the holes in this fic pls.