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harmoonix · 5 months

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𝓗 𝓐 𝓡 𝓜 𝓞 𝓝 𝓨

(Astrology Observations)

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~ Something like a dream has found me ~

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🌺 - Every element symbolize a mythical creature your rising sign is associated with

Earth Risings with Fairies 🌺 ~ Grace

Water Risings with Mermaids 🌺 ~ Rarity

Fire Risings with Dragons🌺 ~ Power

Air Risings with Angels 🌺 ~ Serenity

🌺 - Moon - Jupiter aspects (both harsh and positive aspects) have an inner wisdom, their energy feels like a vortex, very wise for their age

🌺 - Sun in Pisces, (Pisces Degrees 12°, 24° Or Sun in the 12th house) are attracted to mysticism, fantasies, fairytales etc... The Sun here has the energy of dreaming/dreamy

🌺 - Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio Risings = Heart of the ocean, they're untameable like the ocean waves, very innocent with dangerous shadows, very romantic like the ocean aswell

🌺 - Moon in water degrees (4°, 8°, 12°, 16°, 20°, 24°, 28°) love with their soul, their love is so precious and surrounded of peace. They have a calming inner harmony

🌺 - Rising/Ascendant under water degrees (4°, 8°, 12°, 16°, 20°, 24°, 28°) have the most peaceful eyes you'll ever seen, their eyes are so serene and magical, their eyes will get memorized in your head

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🌺 - Sun aspecting Chiron will heal your insecurities, like they can be the people to call out your insecurities and to help you overcome them

🌺 - Venus aspecting Neptune (Both harsh and positive aspect) = Hypnotizing beauty, both Venus and Neptune represent beauty and let me tell you when they're connecting eachother is like an explosion of cherry blossoms

🌺 - Chiron and Pisces/Chiron in 12th house can make you addicted of them, they are the type of people who are lonely or may like to stay alone but once you come up in their energy you can become addicted of them (Pisces effect)

🌺 - Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus and Venus in the 10th house have ageless beauty, their beauty remains in time just like the old wine

🌺 - Asteroid Bella (695) in elements and your beauty

Bella touched by the air have an electric beauty, outstanding personality and they're very chatty in their words. They feel like the breeze of air in the morning, breath of life

Bella touched by the water have an mesmerizing beauty, appealing personality, something about them seems so magical and enchantix . Enchanting aura

Bella touched by the fire have an wild beauty, something that you'd feel in love when you see it, strong personality and wild at heart too

Bella touched by the earth have the gracious nature of a nymph, so feminine, so soft and elegant like a rose, natural beauty and classy vibes

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🌺 - Ascendant - Moon aspects (Both harsh and positive aspects) give snow white vibes and I don't mean the skin color, I mean the vibe and the energy of snow white, that pure and nostalgic aura of it, just like that are these aspects too, very kind, helpful, positive, dreamy.

🌺 - Out of all the signs Sagittarius and Pisces give the most tropical and exotic vibes they're like this friend of the group who's gonna teach you their traditions and culture

🌺 - Mercury in Cancer/Taurus/Pisces have very soft voices, their voice can be very feminine aswell no matter the gender for example boys with those signs in Mercury can have soft/sweet voices

🌺 - Part of Fortune in the 7th house are really blessed/fated with a very good relationship/marriage because the Part of Fortune shows where you're the most lucky

🌺 - Libra, Leo and Gemini Moons can be the type of friend who always has a prominent smell of parfume. It can be from their obsession with perfumes

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🌺 - Uranus aspecting the Midheaven (MC) can experience having unexpected moments in their career, on their career path or at their jobs (maybe as a surprise 🫢)

🌺 - Asteroid Hera [103] aspecting MC = Being seen as the loyal one in the relationship, the faithful one, the attention will be for you first

🌺 - Sun/Moon in the 5th house can make you very emotional and connected to kids, like that type of person who is always encouraged by kids

🌺 - Neptune and Jupiter in good aspects can make the native very spiritual/intuitive/ with these aspects you can often get lost in your dreams aswell

🌺 - Neptune aspecting the ascendant (both harsh and positive aspects) make the native stunning. They can literally look like some ocean/river nymph with those aspects

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🌺 - Uranus aspecting Mars > If you are from the lgbt community this can be an indicator of attracting the same gender. Especially men

🌺 - Sun in the 11th house have the cutest relationship ever with their friends. Is really very precious what they have with eachother

🌺 - Virgo Sun/Moon/Risings can nurture themselves with long baths, it can be a nurturing method to escape the reality and to focus on yourself for a bit

🌺 - Virgo Mercury or Mercury in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can really bring any topic in conversation. Like jumping from one topic with another and at the end you can forget what you were talking about

🌺 - Sagittarius Moon/Moon in the 9th house give the vibe of Tarzan/Mowgli because of their explorer spirit (If you have this placement and you like these shows it makes more sense). Applying if you also have moon in Sag Degrees (9°, 21°)

🌺 - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house is such a cute placement to have if you're looking for a cute relationship or partner

🌺 - Gemini/Mercury in the 5th house can make the person very sensual in talking and especially at flirting. They can also talk dirty at some points

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🌺 - Aquarius Moon or Moon in Aquarius Degrees (11°. 23°) may like to stay alone/or to be left alone when they are in that type of mood, because they can feel way better alone than with people who stress them out

🌺 - Lilith h12 or h13 aspecting Moon can be the type of person who comforts you when you're low emotionally. Because they can understand you 100% perfectly

🌺 - Neptune aspecting the ascendant are really very sensitive/soft people. And there is nothing wrong with that. I actually think these type of people are the kindest people ever but they're born into a evil world who may hurt them at a soul level

🌺 - Saturn in the 4th house/Saturn in Cancer are the type of people to comfort you when you need to nurture yourself the most because even with all the chaos in their lives. They still have the most peaceful soul

🌺 - Moon in the 2nd house loves sweets, you can always see them sneaking to eat some, they're usually very picky when it comes to sweets tho

🌺 - Moon feels very chill at 3°, 15°, 27° degrees because it makes them be the most aware of the things that happen around them. They have a very strong sense of hearing aswell

🌺 - I wanna give a shout-out to the people with Cancer Lilith and Lilith in the 4th house because they were raised in toxic families/households and still manage to smile. They're so strong

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🦋 This post is about harmony, the thing that puts our world to challenge, because unfortunately not everyone can live in harmony but we can have this harmonious energy in our lives 🦋

🦋 Have a very beautiful day to everyone reading my observations, have a blessed day 🦋

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harunovella · 1 month

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse vi); s.g.

synopsis: you and gojo share your"first" kiss... and maybe, you become something more? content: canon divergence (teen!gojo era), fem!reader, hopeless romantic gojo, first kisses, absolute softness!!! not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: another one shot for my gojo anthology series! thank u all for the love on this series!! wanna be tagged? lmk in the replies!

There was no lie in saying Gojo Satoru had consumed your thoughts. It was quite the recent development, seeing as he was an enigma that sort of manifested into your life. One day, you were living your apprentice life, exploring your technique, honing and developing it... then the next, this myth of a (young) man appeared before your eyes. Like an angel that fell from the sky and right into your palm. You just had no idea that he was wrapped around your finger.

Maybe it was because you were oblivious, unaware of the subtle (but were they really subtle?) messages he sent your way. If you had known Gojo Satoru well enough, you would've known that this was very unlike him. Sparing his time for someone else? Giving them his all? Focusing on them more than himself? Practically going brain dead around them unlike the usual cocky persona he carried around. Surely it scared him, falling deeply for someone just at the simple sight of them... but, for you? You just thought it was the universe working its magic. Bringing someone new into your life to develop a bond with. That was it, right?

Just another somebody to call your friend.

However, Gojo Satoru wasn't just any somebody. He was the honored one, the strongest (he'd eventually learn this). He was the Gojo Satoru. The once in a life time (well, thousand years) creation formed by the gods themselves.

He was the man who fell head over heels for you when he laid his eyes on you for the very first time. Stumbled over his words before you. Unable to process a single thought when he gazed into your eyes. Rescued a cat you found in a tree that you named after his favorite treat (and the nickname he had for you), Mochi. Kissed you at Utahime's birthday party during a game of spin the bottle where both of you were tipsy—a moment he would never forget, but you sadly had. A moment that slipped through the cracks of your brain, a moment that would eventually get replaced by a memorable moment.

It had become routine for you, spending your mornings in lessons with Nanami and Haibara. Then, you'd spend mid day with Shoko, following her like a shadow as her junior. Go on the occasional mission, take down curses, squeeze in snack breaks with your dear classmates, go out in the evening for dinner... and somehow, along your schedule, Gojo would make his appearance. You could never foresee it, he would pop up out of nowhere. If it wasn't teasing Kento, or bugging Shoko for her secret snack stash, he'd show up to your favorite dinner spot you shared with the girls (this almost always irritating Utahime because he ruined girls night). Gojo never cared, at this point he showed up wherever knowing (hoping) you'd be there. Always settling himself next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, sneaking a milk box onto your lap or even sharing his treat of the hour. He never shared his sweets with anyone. You were the exception.

"I got these lil gummies next to that arcade you frequent with Yu," Satoru said as the two of you sat under your (now his, too) favorite tree. The gorgeous cherry blossom in full bloom as spring had made its way around. You almost always had a blanket set, one of your books settled to the side, bookmark slipped into the part you last read. Your iPod nestled between you and Satoru, sharing each earbud as you listened to the current track that came on. Gojo, in his infamous wisdom, was the one who found programs to download music for free, an endless catalogue filling the memory of the rectangular device. Unlike it being yours, it was now his, too. You didn't mind. You liked sharing. You liked having these gentle moments with the overly energetic Gojo Satoru. These were the only moments he sat still, only with you. Just for you.

Always for you.

It was the little things that started adding up. It took you a minute to realize, longer than Satoru had hoped—but he was patient. He was obvious, made it clear that his feelings for you were there, he just hoped you'd piece the puzzle together. He had hoped you'd feel the same. How couldn't you when you looked so happy around him? When you said things reminded you of him. When you bought him little sweets you knew he'd love. When certain songs he loved, you'd learn the lyrics to. Just as you started noticing the (obvious) little things he did for you, he started noticing the same for you. Except, for you, it was coming out naturally. Nothing planned, nothing decided in advance, it just happened. It always just happens and it makes Satoru's heart beat faster and faster. Faster than it did before.

"You like 'em?" He asked, popping another gummy in his mouth as you chewed, nodding happily with the cutest smile of pure content. "I'm glad! Take some more!" He offered, waving the decorative bag of bright colors and little cartoons.

Letting out a small laugh, you took a couple more, waving your free hand, gesturing for him to take the rest as you popped them in your mouth. The fruity flavors filling your senses with pure bliss as you looked off to the open grounds of the school before you. The gentle breeze pushing through, strands of your hair fluttering against your face as they slipped from your ponytail. Gojo leaned against the tree, a knee propped as he rested his wrist against it, holding the baggie while his other tossed more gummies into his mouth. It was quiet. It was peaceful. Nothing but the music in one ear and the soft sounds of nature in the other.

"Oh, I love this song!" You perked up as a song ended and another started, looking at Satoru with a bright grin.

"Didn't I show you this one?" He asked, pushing his round glasses atop his head, smiling with you as you stood up.

"Mhm! I've been listening to it on repeat!" Grabbing the bag of gummies from his hand and settling it down, you took his hands and pulled him to his feet with a faint grunt. Sometimes you'd forget just how giant Satoru was since he loved to make himself seem so small when he was with you. "The music video is so cute! I kinda learned the dance."

"Really?" He chuckled as you guided him.

"Yes, remember you said you learned it after a few watches?" You asked as he nodded. "Let's dance it together!"

"Okay!" The white haired young man blushed, though a wide grin still was plastered on his face. He may have been a goofball, but Satoru did not have two left feet. He actually was quite skilled, and having him sing along with you made your heart flutter as you so casually danced around your shared tree.

It felt as if it was just the two of you, singing, dancing and entangling yourselves with the earphones, laughing and gazing at one another. As if there was nobody else in the world. As if it was just Mother Nature gazing upon two souls intertwining. All in what felt like slow motion, a scene right out of a movie. Your hand in his, his other on your lower back as your free one settled on his shoulder. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his, and neither could he from yours.

Maybe it was a moment of vulnerability—or, rather courage—but your hand gently found its way to the back of his neck, fingers gently carding through his soft locks. The gentle feel of his undercut tickling underneath your palm, sending shivers down either of your spines. The softness in Gojo's eyes faded as you gently tugged him towards you. Growing in shock as your own fluttered closed. Gentle lips meeting in the middle as his plump ones met your lightly tinted own.

His heart was racing, faster than it had that night of Utahime's birthday. Maybe it was because both of you were 100% aware, or maybe it was because it was happening again but away from others, in your own shared comfort zone.

Feeling you pull away, Gojo instantly placed his hands on your hips, engulfing you in his arms as he kept you close. Kissing you, once sweetly turning deep. He didn't want this to end, didn't want it to be forgotten. His lips moved against your own, testing the waters. Nerves fading away, anxieties melting at how right this felt. You were his first, and he was going to make sure you were going to be his only. He didn't want anyone else. No one but you.

And you, after months of being oblivious and unaware, to months of development and realization, wanted him the same. Only him and no one else. Just Gojo Satoru.

Gently pulling back and resting his forehead against yours, a sigh of relief left his lips. "You beat me to it."

"It felt like the right moment," you softly spoke.

"Then I guess this is the right moment..." Gojo trailed.

"For what?" You curiously asked.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

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hotaru-no-yume · 1 year

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loyalty to the raging tempest

CW: This contains spoilers from the new archon quest. Read at your own discretion.

"You can start a new life here if you want to."

The God of Wisdom's words echo in your mind as you watch your Lord's unmoving figure on the hospital bed. You saw his fall, from the proud and cruel harbinger to a lifeless puppet who had its heart taken away. With Scaramouche's defeat and the Fatui branding you a traitor for refusing to return with the Doctor, you had nowhere else to go… until the Dendro Archon offered you sanctuary in her region.

"Gravedigger… You will regret this." The Doctor spits with the promise of your death.

"I'm sure the matra would be willing to take you in. Creating a final resting place for the dead is also necessary." In contrast, the Dendro Archon's kindness promised protection.

She was right. Under her watchful gaze, no one will be able to lay a hand on you in Sumeru. You can leave everything behind; even the pitiful puppet in front of you. Truthfully, Scaramouche was an awful person. No one in the Fatui liked him and your colleagues would often give you pitying looks once you got summoned to his side. You've lost count of how many times you were punished for not following his orders perfectly.

But still, for some reason, you can't leave him alone. Perhaps it's because of the way he looked at you when you first met. The look of recognition, fury, and something else. You remember him looming over you, staring at your dirt-covered body - the result of digging tirelessly in the cold mornings of Snezhnaya, all in an effort to create a tomb for a soldier you hardly know. Once you lock eyes, you see a raging tempest and you wonder what he's seeing when he looks at you.

"Pitiful. What's with that look in your eyes? Are you merely a doll who knows nothing more than to roll around in the dirt? Perhaps I should call you a rat."

You nod, but that seemed to make him angrier. As insulting as his words are, you really don't know anything else. In a distant memory, you see the blurry faces of your mother and father, hear their whispers of your duties and how it is important to create a final resting place, you remember the old shovel they handed you before you dug your first grave and the sight of their backs as they left for a mission and never returned.

You feel his attack before you see it. Your vision glows and you parry the blade of electro he sends towards you. You get thrown back, and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you slam into a tree.

"...Good. It seems you're not entirely hopeless."

You stand up on shaky legs, tensing as he steps closer and closer. He scoffs as you raise your weapon defensively. He probably thought fighting you was mere child's play.

"Work under me. I'm sure I can find some use for a little rat like you."

And he did find some use for you. Before you knew it, you became his right hand… or maybe "errand runner" was a better description for your job. "The Balladeer's Servant", others would whisper behind your back as they see you tailing the Harbinger's figure. You were at his beck and call and usually the one that bears the brunt of his anger (or as you like to call it in your head - his temper tantrums.) It was exhausting work; trying to keep up with his demands.

But sometimes, you would see the eye of the storm. He was calm in those times, his voice losing the sharp edge it always seemed to have - like a storm temporarily diminishing into a gentle, soothing rain.

"What are you looking at? …The cherry trees?"

He hums, tipping his hat up as he stares at the lush pink trees, not minding the rain of petals falling on him due to the strong gust of wind. You think that he looks very beautiful.

"I don't need anything. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

You watch him collapse in pain after enduring the Doctor's experiments. Regardless of his protests, you help him get settled on his bed. You silently question why he doesn't see himself as a human. After all, he feels pain and suffering, just like everyone else.

Your current situation reminded you of those quiet nights with only the candle light to keep you company. But instead of seeing your Lord's eyes open the next day, he's been asleep for more than two months. Just as you think he's never going to wake up, he stirs from his slumber one morning, jolting you awake.

"...My Lord?" You call, making his pretty eyes focus on you.

"You're still here?" He mutters in disbelief, like he expected you to be gone from his side.

"Why wouldn't I be? I pledged loyalty to you, didn't I?"

Your honest words stun him into silence. He narrows his eyes, looking for a lie, a hint of deception and desire for personal gain.

He finds none. Just an honest fool that he picked up from the dirt littered with flowers and concrete.

"Idiot."

"̵͉̐̈́S̷͍̜̓c̶̱͎̈ặ̸̪̕r̴͚͎̉̍ă̵̤m̴̻̃̀ö̴̤̣́̈́u̷͍̙̽c̷͓̘͠h̷͈̟̉̀ė̸̗"̷͚͍͒̚ ̶̲̈ǎ̸̲͋ń̶͖̥̐d̷͉̒ ̴̤͍͗̀"̸̬̳̈K̴̤̤͝ả̵̰̈͜b̶̦̱͝u̶͖͚͋ķ̷͆̀ì̵̦̙̓m̸͓̥̑ô̸̠̥͝ṉ̴̦̀͆o̶͖̘͑́"̵̟͂ ̸͖̆̀ͅw̷͕͆̊ǐ̶̺̮l̷̦͋̅l̴͔̹̈́ ̴̫͗̾ç̵̖͋́ẽ̶̯̺ả̸͎̒ş̴̪͒e̶̳̼̍ ̵͍̱̿t̸̬̍̀ọ̸̩̒̍ ̶̻̯̿̚e̷̤̎̚x̵̼͗ì̷͉͈s̴̯̈̈t̸̡̻́.̸̬̏

"Do you… do you remember him?"

A floating fairy that carried the scent of stars asked you as she gestured to the man in blue. Four pairs of eyes stare at you in anticipation as you gaze at the man with a frown. He crosses his arms as he waits for your answer. You weren't expecting this strange turn of events at all. Your life was finally becoming peaceful under the kindness of the Dendro Archon. She gave you a home and a place to work. You needed nothing more. And yet, you feel like things are about to go upside down again with the presence of this strange man.

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." You said. Their gazes turn uneasy and the man in blue's neutral expression breaks for a moment.

"...But I feel like I should." You added, stepping forward to get a closer look. Not expecting the close proximity, he flinches and moves back, as if electrocuted.

"How dare-!"

"What's your name?" You ask, not paying attention to the spark of anger and embarrassment that appeared in his eyes.

"...Give me one." He says with a sigh.

"Pardon?" Did this familiar stranger really ask you to name him?

"How fascinating…" The Dendro Archon mumbles, placing a hand on her chin as she regards you with curious eyes. "Their memories were definitely erased… but somehow, the connection you formed with them was so strong that it resisted the data deletion process. There is a saying that the heart and mind are two separate things. In this case, the mind may have forgotten, but the feeling is still there. It seems you've garnered someone's loyalty regardless of your lack of divinity."

"...I suppose that's enough." The man in blue looks away, tipping his hat over his eyes.

"Well? Have you thought of a name yet?" He addresses you and you find yourself at the center of attention once again. They were actually serious about naming him…

"How about…"

The man in blue closes his eyes. You think you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a small smile.

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #gn reader #spoilers for the archon quest #writings #genshin impact x reader #i think this was the first time i wrote something for genshin #my first genshin fic and its not even my love venti or husbando ayato #its for this little gremlin #who im starting to like

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perfectsunlight · 6 months

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01 ⸻ THE WAY THINGS GO

warnings: minor angst.

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: your ex-wife receives an invite to your wedding, but will she let you say "i do" for a second time?

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when the leaves grow green and the cherry blossoms bloom, soyeon remembers your wedding. however, she wasn’t expecting that reminder six months earlier, and this time it wasn’t a reminder of the past.

the ceo furrowed her eyebrows as she flipped over the white envelope that had been addressed to her as “jeon soyeon” and not “ceo jeon.” did her mother send her a late birthday card? or was it something from a friend?

a pit formed in her stomach when she recognized the handwriting. it was yours.

the woman’s fingers trembled slightly as she gently opened the invitation, and prayed to every god in the sky that it wasn’t true. she hoped that the non-formal addressing and the color scheme meant anything but the thoughts running through her head.

the elegant script on the invitation danced before her eyes, adorned with black and white lettering. the weight of the revelation caused her chest to tighten and the air inside her lungs to disappear.

you were getting re-married.

it had been 5 years since the divorce. had you really moved on?

as she read the details of the upcoming ceremony, soyeon couldn't shake the mixture of disbelief and subtle pain that twisted in her stomach.

on top of that, you were marrying chou tzuyu, the only person who had been closer to you than she was.

with a heavy heart, she traced the letters of your name on the invitation, feeling the ink under her fingertips as she remembered the way her name looked next to yours all those years ago.

she thought about reaching for her phone, dialing your number and demanding an explanation from you. but the rational ceo within her prevailed, reminding her that the past was just that—a chapter closed and done, sealed with the ink of divorce papers.

yet, in the solitude of her office, surrounded by the trappings of success, soyeon couldn't escape the way this single white envelope had made her feel. the memories of your love that once bloomed like the blossoms outside her window did in early may were now juxtaposed against the harsh reality of a future that no longer included her.

with a sigh, she folded the invitation, holding it in her hands as if the act itself could contain the storm of emotions brewing deep inside her. she had so much left to say to you, but she didn’t even want to bother trying at this point.

you were getting re-married, and she would have to accept the fact that you no longer were in love with her.

she gently placed the envelope against the side of her desk lamp, not wanting to throw it away, but also not knowing exactly what to do with it either.

her gaze lingered on the invitation, her mind oscillating between the urge to confront the past and the wisdom of letting it rest. she wrestled with the conflicting desires, knowing very well that your happiness was all she ever wanted, but also hating that your happiness was no longer coming from her.

but soyeon knew that it hadn’t been coming from her for years now.

the ceo knew she couldn't change the course of your life or the feelings that led to this moment. the realization stung, but it also carried a quiet strength—a reminder that she had weathered storms before, and this, too, was just another tempest to endure.

as she leaned back in her chair, she allowed herself a moment of reflection. her eyes briefly glanced at the scenery outside her window. autumn leaves were falling, symbolizing the true arrival of the fall season. the tiniest smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched them dance in the wind.

it reminded her of the first time she met you.

the air outside was cold, and on that day specifically, soyeon remembered thinking she could feel the brisk touch of winter lurking in the breeze. it was a day much like this one, with leaves in hues of amber and gold painting the path beneath her feet. the crunching sound echoed with each step as she approached cube’s headquarters.

her breath escaped in visible puffs before she entered the warm heating from the establishment. a soft beep announced her arrival as she made her way to the elevator. once her feet carried her to the practice room, her eyes scanned the figures of the other girls there, searching for a face she had only seen in photographs and the youtube videos she watched for over 50 hours.

there was soojin, the master of the stage. shuhua and yuqi, the loud ones. miyeon and minnie, the two aces up soyeon’s sleeve.

and then there was you.

you, the newcomer whose presence was anticipated for weeks. you, with a burning passion that seemed to radiate like the winter sun filtering through the frosted windows of the practice room. you, with an undeniable presence that made you stand out even among the most talented ensembles.

when yuqi mentioned that she had a cousin who was, as she said, “even better than me”, the leader raised her eyebrows, intrigued by the idea that there was another who was at the same level of talent.

it wasn't long before soyeon found you.

jeon soyeon probably spent hours watching videos of you, consumed and captivated with everything you did. cube wanted to cap the group at six members, but soyeon begged for them to let you in.

she presented a compelling case, illustrating how your unique talents and energy would enrich the ensemble, creating a harmonious blend that surpassed the limitations of a predefined vision. you, in her eyes, were the vital piece needed to complete the puzzle she envisioned.

after much persuasion, the company relented, granting you a place within the group lineup.

the girls paused in their dance routine, their attention turning towards the doorway that signaled their leader’s arrival.

soyeon felt a mixture of responsibility and eagerness. as the leader, it was her role to guide and nurture the talents within the group, and your arrival brought both the challenge and the potential for something extraordinary. she remembered the way the stress felt on her young shoulders at the time, but there was something that changed in that very next moment.

the way your eyes met hers for the first time was something she’d never forget.

soyeon had never seen such soft irises.

it was a bit awkward at first, especially since she remembered that your korean vocabulary was very limited at the time. you actually mentioned to her once that you spent the flight to incheon memorizing korean phrases.

you just simply smiled, and soyeon remembered thinking you were the best thing she’d ever seen.

the ringing of her office phone snapped her back to reality, where the responsibilities of being a leader and the demands of the industry pressed upon her. soyeon shook off the remnants of the memory, though the warmth of your smile lingered in her thoughts.

with a composed demeanor, she answered the phone, her ceo mode immediately activated. it was a flurry of discussions, decisions, and planning for the upcoming schedule. the music industry moved at a relentless pace, and soyeon had proven time and time again that she was an immovable force.

but truth be told, she didn’t really process half of what the other person was saying. matter of fact, she was running on autopilot even after work when she was in the back of her all black suv returning home.

the home you once lived in.

the ceo punched in the code for the door with a heavy sigh, being met with the dark and quiet space. she was used to the lack of life that lingered in her home. as she took her shoes off and placed her bag down, the wedding invitation slipped and landed onto the floor.

soyeon didn’t remember slipping it in there. or maybe she did, and couldn’t remember? her mind had been a mess all day, and with the shake of her head she gently picked it up and placed it on the nearby tabletop.

she wandered into the living room, where subtle traces of your life together still lingered. the color of the walls you had chosen was still the same. soyeon didn’t have the time to change them after you left. it felt like too much work for something that meant nothing.

at least, to her the color didn’t mean anything. you were the only thing that mattered.

the brief thought of you painting the walls of your new home that same shade of cream entered her mind. it didn’t sit well with her at all.

to be honest, the divorce never sat well with her either. but at the time, she was too prideful to admit that losing you would mean losing everything.

soyeon’s eyes wandered to the empty mantle, where empty command hooks still remained. you would be decorating the house around this time of the year. she never understood why you needed to cover every square inch of your shared home with holiday decor, but it made you happy and she never questioned it.

the ceo made her way up the stairs and into the bedroom and into her bathroom. she remembered the days you’d yell at her to go shower before laying in bed, and for a moment she could remember your laughter at the sight of her laying in bed all sweaty after a long day of practice.

she stood in the bathroom, the echoes of your playful banter ringing in her ears. soyeon's gaze fell on the shower, a space that had witnessed both the mundane routines and the intimate moments of your shared life. she hated the tiles when you insisted on buying them for the house. she couldn't help but smile wistfully at the memory of your insistence on those particular tiles.

you had argued that they added a touch of character to the bathroom, and now after all these years, standing amidst the steam and droplets, she had to admit that you were right.

with a contemplative sigh, soyeon turned to face the water, allowing it to cascade over her tired shoulders. the familiar sound of water against tile was soothing to her. it was her only source of solace nowadays. she was too old to party, too mature for clubbing, and far too busy to find a new hobby.

it reminded her of the times when you would always call to tell her about something new you had learned every day. she didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to constantly be doing ten things at once.

the ceo reached for her shampoo bottle, the same brand she had been using ever since you complemented its scent all those years ago. she always told you she was just a creature of habit, and that she liked it because she had it for so long.

but she never mentioned the other truth to it. maybe she should have. perhaps it would have made you feel even an ounce more appreciated than you did when you were married to her.

eventually she stepped out of the shower and changed into comfortable loungewear. her hair was still wet as it left small impressions on her white shirt, and for a fleeting moment she could hear you yelling at her to just blow dry it.

she never listened to you before. perhaps she should have listened to you, not just about tiles and wet hair.

the former idol made her way to the bookshelf in the hallway beside her bedroom. soyeon had developed a habit of reading every night before bed (thanks to you), but she never read anything but her manga.

soyeon's eyes wandered over the titles, each one she had read over numerous times and yet still enjoyed it. but tonight, she didn’t feel like reading her usual choices.

she reached for one that held a particularly special place in her heart—the novel you had recommended during one of your late-night conversations. as she held the book in her hands, the cover brought back a flood of memories.

you used to pick so many different books that you thought would resonate with her, begging her to pick up literature of “more value” for once instead of a picture book. eventually, you gave up on making her read something different and just stored the numerous novels on the shelf next to soyeon’s comics.

but tonight she would finally listen to you for once.

fahrenheit 451. a book you refused to put down all those years ago.

she traced the spine of the book with her fingers, reminiscing about the nights you spent discussing the intricacies of the plot, dissecting the characters' motivations, and sharing the emotions the story stirred within you. the book, a tangible artifact of the intellectual intimacy you once held, now felt both comforting and achingly distant.

as she gently thumbed through the pages, a small, forgotten object slipped out and landed on her feet. it was a bookmark—a simple yet profound reminder of your shared history. soyeon gently picked it up, her twitching fingers tracing the edges.

it was your old wedding invitation, elegantly adorned with the details of a day that had once symbolized the union of your lives.

soyeon just stared at the bookmark you had used, her mind flooded with emotions. if it was any other day, maybe she wouldn’t feel like this. maybe she’d brush it off with a small smile and move onto reading the book without any problems.

but after seeing your new wedding invitation this morning, she couldn’t escape the feeling gnawing in her chest.

water droplets landed on the small piece of paper—perhaps remnants from her wet hair, or maybe they were the silent traces of tears that had escaped her eyes. whichever it might have been, soyeon only knew one thing was for certain.

she should have listened to you.

#─👤 sunlight speaks #jeon soyeon #song yuqi #gidle series #gidle #soyeon x reader #gidle x reader #original series #angst #kpop #wlw #gxg #i do #perfectsunlight

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

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jymwahuwu · 1 year

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Hii! How are u? Have u drank enough water? Also, I am fucking in love with your content, like omfg, ur so talented!! Theres being sayed, could I pretty please with cherry on top get a oneshot of yandere Scaramouche after kindapping femele darling finding out that girls have periods💀(I am on my period so I just need some comfort, ok?).If u do decide to do my request, please, take your time.Hope ur feeling good, and have a wonderfull day!

Thank you for your kind words, this is an encouragement to me!! 💕💕 wrote a bit about it but it’s not a oneshot, just some yandere fluff...

TW: yandere, kidnapping

Wanderer started his journey, but already had an attachment to Sumeru - so he was willing to listen to God of Wisdom's teaching, and was caught by the students to join the cooking interest group without any resistance. He has only wandered in the territory of Sumeru now, and found you on the road. You are scared by rishboland tiger in the forest. What a stupid thing.

Wanderer rescues you irritably and tells you to leave quickly, but you don't seem to be able to survive in the forest. The next time you meet, Scaramouche pulled you out of a big flower and saved you again. He built a forest cabin and decided to raise you there - although you might call it kidnapping or something. He just limits your range of activities and prevents you, an idiot who doesn't fully understand the world, from falling into the dark.

One day, Scaramouche was going to cook some shawarma wrap for you, but found that you were biting your lip, with your hands on your lower abdomen, and your expression was different… the slightest bit of pain?

He had never had a formal education, and learning about physiology was out of the question - especially about women's biology. At first he thought you might have eaten some forest mushrooms. He panicked, and all kinds of dark memories flashed before his eyes like frames.

He immediately takes you to the God of Wisdom and asks her what's going on. He blushed under Nahida's explanation and scolded you two irritably. On the way back, Scaramouche bought you period products and painkillers at the Grand Bazaar.

You snickered next to him and felt less pain.

#alani.answers #yandere scaramouche #yandere wanderer x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader

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littledata · 3 months

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I know you’re probably working on those prompts, but I, too, just ended up on North Sea tiktok, and if you have time, I’m curious what Ava’s reaction to that particular algorithmic destination would be. Because like, Bea’s the most capable person ever, but those waves are Very Big, and why isn’t everyone tethered to the boat at all times??

(From the on that dizzy edge universe. An example video if anyone would like context.)

For a long time, Ava's TikTok experience was predictable. It mostly went: hot girl biting her lip, hot girl playing guitar, hot dude baking a cake, weirdly mesmerising crafting video, drama about people she'd never met, hot person kissing another hot person.

The number of straight-up thirst traps has been on the decline recently though - mostly because Ava just has to turn her head and Bea will be changing her shirt or using a hammer or standing perfectly still, all of which is a lot hotter than any video she's ever seen. In its infinite wisdom though, The Algorithm has seen her scrolling past those videos and decided it needs to fill the void with something else.

That thing, apparently, is North Sea TikTok.

They're lying in bed when it happens for the first time. Beatrice had spent the first few weeks after she came home insisting they should try to maintain separate bedrooms, move their relationship along at an orderly and appropriate pace, but she pretty quickly gave in to the allure of spooning and her bedroom defaulted to being both of theirs.

Now, before they go to sleep, they often end up lying side by side while Beatrice reads one of her insane books about lesbian necromancers or whatever and Ava scrolls TikTok or reads fanfiction about hot people falling in love in coffee shops and stuff. It makes her feel mature and settled and safe in a way that's sometimes so exciting she has to take Bea's book out of her hands and make out with her about it.

Anyway, so they're doing that (lying in bed, not making out) when it shows up on her for you page. It starts with the weird, slow sea shanty, then there's the huge waves, and then someone is getting slammed in the face with the fucking ocean.

Ava lets it loop. Then she lets it loop again. Then she taps on the suggested search north sea tiktok and she's presented with a thousand more videos exactly like the first. People falling overboard and huge waves crashing over ships and and and -

"Bea." Ava taps her arm insistently.

Bea looks up from her book without much concern - she doesn't use TikTok but she does submit to being shown Ava's curated favourites. Also, she's wearing glasses and she looks super cute.

No, Ava, don't get distracted.

"Bea," she repeats and holds her phone up to her face.

Beatrice watches with a scrutinising gaze. When the video finishes, she says, "They really shouldn't be filming in those situations, it's distracting them from proper safety precautions."

Ava stares at her. "That's all you have to say? They could have died."

"Possibly," Beatrice agrees. "Once someone falls overboard it's very difficult to recover them, although certainly not impossible. And it depends a lot on the kind of ship. I assume someone wouldn't post a video where someone died though."

Although Beatrice's naivety about what people are willing to post on the internet is adorable, Ava's mind is stuck somewhere in between the words overboard and impossible. Even Beatrice, careful and capable as she is, couldn't keep herself from being swept off her feet by some of those waves. Ava can picture her so vividly, disappearing under the surface.

"You're not making me feel better about this."

"Oh." Beatrice blinks in surprise as if she has only just realised that they aren't having a purely practical discussion. She puts her book carefully down on the nightstand. "I'm not sure what to say. I can't lie to you and pretend it isn't dangerous. Those are cherry-picked clips showing the worst though, it isn't always like that."

Which, yeah, okay, Ava already knew it was dangerous. For all the months that Beatrice is away she lives with the low-level, prickling anxiety that the next call she gets will be telling her Bea is hurt, or worse. It's different seeing it though, seeing how quick it is, how powerful -

"How often are you in the north sea?" she asks, as if that's the only problem with it.

Beatrice winces, "Well, it depends. The contracts I work - " She explains something complicated and lengthy about shipping and demand and the company she works for and Ava thinks she's the most interesting person in the world but this stuff is, also, a little bit boring and she's still pretty busy picturing her girlfriend's imminent death.

She needs to send these videos to Camila. If there's anyone she can rely on to overreact with her, it's Camila.

"Ava," Beatrice says, seeing that she's lost her. She tugs Ava's phone gently from her hands and puts it down next to her book. Then she wraps one arm around Ava's shoulders and the other around her waist and pulls her in close.

Ava has always loved being hugged by Bea, even before they got together - she's strong and solid and lets Ava hold on for as long as she needs to. (Also, she smells fucking amazing, like, all the time).

It wasn't until they started dating that she realised Beatrice had been holding something of herself back though, not letting herself relax entirely whenever they touched. Now, it's as if her whole body sinks into it, like some tension evaporates the moment Ava's arms are around her.

Ava pushes her face into Beatrice's chest and inhales, lets herself hide there in the fabric of her shirt for a moment. It's dark and warm and hard to worry about anything.

"I promise I do everything I possibly can to come home safe to you," Beatrice says into her ear, "I'm sorry I can't give you any more reassurance than that."

"Okay," Ava says, voice muffled against Beatrice's chest. It's not enough but it has to be enough. This is Bea's job, the thing she loves more than anything else, and Ava won't ever touch the sanctity of that. "I'm still going to worry about you."

"I know." Beatrice presses a kiss into her hair and pulls back, "I worry about you too though, when I'm gone."

Ava rolls her eyes, "The most dangerous thing that could happen to me is Lilith finally snapping and turning on everyone she loves."

"So fairly likely then?" Beatrice asks.

Ava snorts, "Like a 90% chance."

They settle themselves to go to sleep, lying down fully and adjusting the pillows and blankets. That's another thing Ava learned recently: Beatrice - her big, tough sailor - likes being the little spoon. She won't admit to that, obviously, but she sighs contentedly whenever Ava wraps her arms around her from behind.

So when Beatrice reaches up to switch the lamp off, Ava does just that, presses herself against Bea's back. She listens to Beatrice's breathing become slow and even, and she clings on.

#extra writing #asks

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gwaedhannen · 4 months

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[Excerpt from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 4th Edition; ed. Elrond Peredhel. Archive of Cîw Annúminas, inaugural collection]

“Simply reaching Menegroth was a struggle. Doriath had become a twisting nightmare of overgrowth and rot and mists, as Morgoth’s power warred with the remains of the Girdle and our old songs. Ai, our home, our haven! I know the name of every holly in Region, before the exile. We found deadfalls surrounded by dozens of animals who’d lain down beside the trees and rotted before they died. Blind moose more antler than flesh staggered towards us even after a dozen arrows. Vines covered in dripping thorns reached for our eyes. The cherry trees were overladen with fruits that smelled like gangrene. Deildhod stumbled into a nest of maddened vipers, and only escaped because their tails were all tangled together into a festering mass and could hardly move. We never saw or heard a single bird. I’m amazed we lost no one in that whole push through Region. No, I speak a lie. I know how we passed through with nothing worse than scrapes. Elrond was with us, and the ghost of Melian’s love still recognized her kin.

“Esgalduin had nearly been dammed by one of Hírilorn’s fallen boles, but the bridge still held. We crossed and reached the ruined gates, wrought twice and broken twice. Within there was only darkness to be seen; we knew not what manner of horrors Morgoth had sent to infest the city, but Ingwion was unwilling to leave them at the rear of his forces as he moved north, if it could be helped. Celeborn stood at Elrond’s right and myself at his left. Far less an honor guard than the heir of Elu Thingol and Melian Besain deserved. Yet in those dark days it was all the honor we could muster. King Dior Eluchíl had known thirty-six summers when he was unrighteously slain. Queen Elwing Nimaew thirty-five when despair took her to the sea. Lord Elrond Peredhel beheld the city of Elu for the first and only time in his twenty-ninth summer.

“Elrond stood before his inheritance and Sang. He sang a lament, for the lost endless years of joy and peace, for deep halls lit by birdsong and echoing with wisdom, for the Forsaken People who awoke the forest and earth with many voices, for the works of beauty never to be seen again on this side of the sea. He sang a promise, that the glory of Menegroth will be remembered in the songs of Middle-Earth for as long as its children endure. He sang thanks, for the protection the halls granted us until it could shelter us no more. As his song at last ceased, I thought I heard nightingales answering him.

“Stars shone on his brow, and his hair glistened as the vault of night, and the memories of our once-eternal bliss in the woods of Thingol’s realm under Elbereth’s gifts arose in my mind. Let Oropher dream of a deep hall for his own; let Celeborn reign where he will at his wife’s side! I knew in my heart, as the echo of nightingale songs faded, that there was no lord or king I would ever stand beside save Elrond Elwingion.

“The living stone in which our kingdom once thrived knew his voice, and at long last laid down its burden and passed. The darkness over Menegroth was lifted, and we went forth into its corpse, and no beast or orc could stand before us. I do not sing of what we found and left behind when we cast down the bridge and gave leave for the river to flood the caves. It is not worth remembering.”

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #elrond #doriath #menegroth #war of wrath #my OCs #war of wrath: sorrow beyond words #stormwritten #the Second Kinslaying occurred on this day in FA 506 #you can observe the day of remembrance by burning a Son of Feanor in effigy #in remembrance I'm writing Sindarin Elrond because I've seen too much Feanorian Elrond recently #the narrator is a former senior Marchwarden who escaped the Kinslaying and brought refugees over the mountains to Celeborn and Galadriel #she'll never forgive herself for not being at Sirion for the Third Kinslaying #she becomes one of Elrond's chief counselors and one of the heads of Rivendell's forces along with Glorfindel #she and Glorfindel were definitely at each other's throats for years until Elrond yelled at them to chill #they may have hatefucked #sorry Erestor #she either dies when Celebrían is captured #or leads the search for Celebrían and sails west with her #in either case she'll never forgive herself for failing #“Nimaew” = “white/pale bird” I think #a name given to Elwing after her leap #she doesn't know about it yet

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strnsvt · 3 months

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m.list

seungcheol

whimsical night at the carnival.

paws of love : a cozy couch chronicle.

jeonghan

midnight sweetness : whispers of sweet secrecy.

pedals and milestones.

start your day with love and cherry tomatoes.

pineapple's kiss and dad's wisdom.

a journey beyond platform 9¾.

joshua

unwritten constellations : love beyond royalty.

wonwoo

words and kisses : breaking through writer's block.

clash of hearts: a campus romance.

seokmin

dreams in reality.

minghao

the palette of love.

moonlit chronicles : memories and commitments

vernon

a twist in the cupid's tale.

chan

unexpected nights and tipsy confessions.

a journey beyond the playground.

#strnsvt's writing #seventeen x reader

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hiphopcherripop · 22 days

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i tried making a song last night but instead of actually recording vocals i decided to sample a scene from the simpsons lmao

youtube

#this specific scene makes me cry every single time i watch it #the simpsons #original music #indie music #cherri's words of wisdom #Youtube

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Only Pretending #9

Word count: 2.2k Author's note: Ok, so that's it! My first ever long(ish) fic for the Larissa Weems cult fandom! @anti-bright-places, thank you so much for this wonderful request. I had a lot of fun writing this one and it was all for you. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

“Glad to see you back alive,” Vlad drawled as he sat beside you at the table. Chatter once again filled Nevermore as the students used their lunch time to update their friends on all the break gossip.

You smiled at him. By his cheeky grin and upturned nose, you guessed he had received the blood you and Larissa got on the way back for him. You didn’t know much about outcast society, but Larissa looked far too adorably excited when you asked if she knew a place that sold beverages for vampires and diverged a bit from your original route to take you to “my favourite winery around these parts. I’ll buy some more cherry for you and maybe a bottle of scotch.”

“Do you understand me now?” he asked, surprising you since you were expecting an “I told you so” or “Got into her skirt, then?”

With a fondness only Vlad managed to ignite in you, you replied, “Yes. I know behind all the shenanigans and scheming there’s wisdom, which is frankly irritating. And you were right… we were very blind, weren’t we?”

“Frustratingly so, yes,” he said with a deadpan, “But also very amusing. I’m only a bit sad that I don’t have free entertainment anymore.”

“Hey!” you shoulder-bumped him, but you were both chuckling.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Shush, stop being nice and call me an idiot child for taking so long,” he laughed at that, earning the attention of a few other staff in the room.

“Oh, I will. I just thought you’d appreciate recognition before weeks of berating,” he chuckled a bit more, kissed your cheek and puffed into a bat, flying away.

Classes went as productively as one might expect after a break, but you didn’t mind too much since you were also in high spirits. Listening to some students talk, you even discovered that there were some normie communities in which outcasts could go trick or treating safely and enjoy the date with other kids and made a mental note of mentioning it to Larissa. You knew it would make her smile.

On Larissa’s note, Enid seemed to have kept her word, for no one looked at you any differently and you heard no whispering teens when you walked through the corridors. You and Larissa weren’t the talk of the school, even if, for some reason, you’d wished Enid would have said something and everyone would have known by now.

Of course, you trusted the girl, but at the same time, it meant that you would have to make the decision. Maybe Larissa would want to wait for Christmas break, and you could understand that, but it also meant keeping away from her in public. No handholding, no longing looks. It would be torture, but you’d endure.

You wouldn’t have to behind closed doors though, and that’s why as soon as classes had ended, you went to your quarters to shower and wear something comfortable before hurrying to her office, where you knew she was still working.

You knocked, and a curt “Come in” sounded from within. You could bet and win that she hadn’t taken a break the entire day.

She was, as predicted, typing on her laptop when you entered. When she glanced up to see it was you, she stopped and gave you a small smile.

“Let me guess, you drank no water and ate nothing the entire day.”

She arched a brow with and smiled smugly, “I made sandwiches and tea this morning.”

“How much tea?”

“A cup?”

“For an entire day?” it was your turn to look smug as you walked around her desk to recline against it in front of her, successfully blocking her view of her arm extension of a laptop.

She didn’t stop you when you leant forward to leave a chaste kiss on her lips, just held your face to keep you close a little more.

“Your mouth is dry,” you whispered, dropping the smug act, “I think you’ve worked enough for the day.”

Larissa’s office led to her private quarters. You had to chuckle at the paralleled to her work and life balance, that her office and bedroom were separated by a simple oak door.

“That’s how you always know where people are when you send for them?” you mused, looking through the windows at the other end of the room. Combined with her office, Larissa had a good view of two of the three sides of the school that weren’t surrounded closely by the forest.

“I think the ones who lived here before the school liked to have an idea of where the house staff were at.”

“And it doesn’t hurt now when you want to spy on your own staff,” you arched an eyebrow, looking back at her, Larissa’s indignant face was priceless.

“I’ll have you know I have much more important things to do than spying on you, you little-“

“I never said me…”

She was stunned silent for a beat too long, “Anyone, for that matter!”

You tsked, enjoying too much riling her up, “I don’t think Wednesday would agree with you on that front.”

“Oh, the girl had trouble written all over her and you are starting to seem the same. Should I keep an eye on you?” she approached, more comfortable having earned a blush from you.

“I don’t remember complaining…” you breathed, and her hand circled your waist, bringing you closer.

“Imbalance of power, stalker behaviour, any other red flags that turn you on?” you snorted very unprettily, hiding your face on her chest.

“Fuck you. You know damn well it’s because it’s you,” one of her hands came up to your back, encasing you in her warmth.

Her voice was soft when she spoke. “I’m honoured you trust me,” then she distanced herself a bit, only to come back for your lips.

She kissed you slowly as if savouring the taste of your mouth like good wine, deeply and focused, committed to cataloguing every inch of it to memory, every movement and your response; how your hands fisted her dress when she sucked on your lower lip, the way your breath faltered when she bit down on it, and how you melted when her fingers wove themselves into your hair and kept your head in place.

You were completely at her mercy and all she did was kiss you for a few minutes. It was impressive how you could disregard your need for air, but in your defence, you had something far more important to focus on.

Her hand on your waist brought you with her to the large bed in the middle of the room. You had a faint memory of how tastefully decorated her chambers were, but the soft-looking duvet atop the enormous mattress was clear in your mind’s eye as if burnt behind your lids.

She turned to sit you on it without ever breaking the kiss, kneeling in front of you. When her hands descended to the waistband of your trousers you scolded yourself for wearing simple black cotton panties. She would probably be wearing lace, looking divine with desire burning in her mesmerizing eyes, although you could argue that she looked breathtaking in anything, anyhow.

She unceremoniously hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled your trousers down, with efficiency and grace you had only ever seen her sport. Her fingertips travelled from your ankles, through your calves and to your thighs; you were struggling to breathe more than ever, and she noticed, leaving your lips with a small smile.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, and her hoarse tone betrayed how affected she was by the little you had done so far.

In a titillating show of strength, she laid you on the bed and straddled you. You had barely any time to recover before she descended onto your jaw and neck, sucking extendedly where one met the other; you could feel your pulse against her tongue accelerate more and more.

“Larissa…” your white-knuckled fingers held her shoulder and nape desperately as you whined her name, asking for what you weren’t sure since what she was doing could (ashamedly) very well finish you.

“Shh, darling. Be patient.”

You wanted to say you would love to, but your body wasn’t interested in being so. You almost did, but then one of Larissa’s hands slid underneath your sweatshirt, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake, and you weren’t able to concentrate enough to vocalize any previous thoughts.

Her fingers found your breasts, and she circled and pinched your nipples while continuing her exploration of your neck, slowly making her way to the little of your collarbones she had access to.

Her weight on your legs kept you from moving too much, but it didn’t stop you from writhing and rising your back from the bad, muscles tightening under her expert attention. You took deep breaths in and held them for as long as possible in the hope of some sense of relief but to no avail.

Interrupting her torture for a few seconds, Larissa occupied herself with pulling off your top. You weren’t given too much time to recover, though, because she would lavish every new expanse of uncovered skin with loving kisses.

Once you had only your underwear on, Larissa sat back, appraising you with deep breaths and hungry eyes.

“You are perfect,” she murmured as her gaze came from your body straight to your eyes, “Absolutely exquisite,” she breathed and, in a second, she was at your mouth again, fiery and demanding.

Her hands gripped the back of your thighs, bringing your legs over her shoulders. You tried to grind against her, and you almost thought she didn’t let you on purpose, but soon enough you felt fingers pressing on your drenched panties.

Larissa’s small laugh on your mouth had your hips jerking, throwing yourself against her fingers. She swallowed your loud mewl with a hum, massaging your clit over the fabric with her thumb.

“See?” she muttered, “Such a perfect, good little girl.”

You whined in protest, and electricity ran through your body at her arched brow and rumbling words.

“Oh? You’re not a good girl?” she asked, innocently, and you shook your head desperately, unable to form words and dying for her to read you, “So you’re what? My plaything?”

“Fuck…” you breathed pathetically as her index and middle fingers started tracing up and down your entrance.

“I didn’t know I had found myself a whore,” she grumbled close to your ear and sucked into your lobe.

You felt like a teenager again. The power she had over you was unparallel to any other person you’d ever been with. She rendered you into a pitiful mess of hormones.

“Let’s see if you can take me like one, then,” she growled and knelt back on the bed, your legs falling from her shoulders as she took off your underwear and threw it somewhere on the floor.

You had half a moment to brace yourself for what was to come, and then you felt it; Larissa’s tongue deepening into your entrance, making its wait to your clit, her lips closing around your hardened bud and sucking.

You screamed. Your thighs clenched in her grasp, threatening to close around her head. She let you, you knew she could keep you from it, she was stronger than you, but she hummed as your trembling legs encircled her, heels pressing onto her back and shoulder blades.

One of her hands traced the inside of your thigh as it made its way between your legs and soon enough you felt a finger pressing inside you, almost immediately finding its goal. Your eyes watered and even tightly shut tears escaped them and ran down your temple.

You were too lost in sensation to think about anything. You gripped Larissa’s hair, shrieking and panting, so close it almost drove you mad. She sucked and circled your clit with her tongue, fingering you faster and faster, how wanted to yell for more, demand release, and then you didn’t have to.

With your grip on her hair, Larissa moaned languidly, vibration and her sharp intake of breath against your heated flesh sent you over the edge with a scream.

Your entire body trembled with aftershocks, Larissa licked and kissed you til it was almost too much. Unabashedly revelling on your pleasure. When your legs started to relax, she planted small kisses on them and finally came up to you.

With all the energy you could muster, you brought a hand to her face, guiding her down to kiss you. You tasted yourself in her mouth and hummed, a satisfied smile twisting your lips. The fondness in her eyes as you parted made your heart hurt.

“Give me a minute,” you breathed, “I want you to sit on my face.”

You didn’t know how long you were laying together. Larissa absentmindedly stroked your hair behind your ears and away from your shoulders, leaving your back bare.

Tucked on her neck, you could smell her; the scent of sex and Larissa should be forbidden, the risk of it driving someone to madness way too high to afford; you in particular.

“Now that we’re back… will you… want to keep us secret?” you had told yourself you would understand her, but you couldn’t keep your voice from sounding small and insecure.

Larissa shifted underneath you, her hand travelling down from your shoulder to your back as she laid you in the bed and hovered over you.

“Pretending to date you was hard enough. I don’t think I’d be able to pretend not to date you now,” she whispered and leant down to kiss you again.

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Moonlit Destiny: A Sorcerer's Arrangement

In the world of sorcery and ancient clans, two souls are thrust into an unyielding destiny that neither of them desires. Hanae Tsukiyama, a skilled sorceress with the unique ability to harness the power of the moon, is determined to protect her family's legacy. But when a prophecy dictates that she must marry the enigmatic Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with a reputation as fierce as his powers, her world is turned upside down. Satoru Gojo, a free spirit and renowned sorcerer, has always walked his own path. Forced into an arranged marriage by tradition and prophecy, he finds himself bound to a woman he barely knows and a destiny he never wanted.

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warnings: None for now.

a/n: Another Satoru Gojo series!! This one has been playing on my mind for a while now, so i thought that I might as well type it out and post it on tumblr. This wasn't going to be a series, but after realising just how much i wrote, I thought it would be best to post it in parts. The second part of this series is already in the works, and I'm in the process of fine-tuning and editing it, so keep an eye out for that! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!

Hanae found herself standing before the grand wrought-iron gates of the Gojo estate, her heart pounding like a distant war drum. Flanked by her parents, both adorned in traditional robes, they wore expressions marked by anticipation and trepidation. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured gardens that encircled the grand mansion, with cherry blossoms whispering in the breeze, their delicate petals falling like pale confetti.

This meeting, though explained as a significant formality, felt to Hanae like a noose tightening around her future—a future she hadn't chosen herself.

As the gates slowly creaked open, revealing the path leading to the grand entrance, Hanae's mother, a woman whose wisdom was etched into every line of her face, gave her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember, my dear," her mother said, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "This is for the sake of our clan. We carry the weight of generations on our shoulders."

Hanae nodded, her lips curving into a determined yet uneasy smile. "I understand, Mother."

The door to the Gojo mansion swung open, revealing an opulent foyer adorned with priceless artifacts and ancient scrolls. Servants in traditional attire bustled about, tending to their duties with practiced grace.

Hanae's gaze was drawn to the imposing figure standing at the center of the room, surrounded by an aura of power and privilege. Hiroshi Gojo, head of the prestigious Gojo clan, and his wife, Ayaka Gojo, awaited their arrival, both dressed in traditional attire. They scanned their guests with a hint of curiosity.

"Welcome, Tsukiyama-san," Hiroshi said, his voice smooth and confident, yet tinged with an underlying tension that mirrored Hanae's own feelings.

"Gojo-san," Hanae's father greeted, bowing respectfully. "Thank you for welcoming us into your home."

"Of course, we are meeting here to discuss very important matters," Hiroshi replied.

As Hanae observed Hiroshi's eyes on her, she felt a sense of unease settling over her like a second skin. The scrutiny was almost palpable, and she quickly lowered her gaze out of respect for her elder.

Hiroshi gestured to the woman standing one step behind him. "This is my wife, Ayaka."

Hanae and her parents bowed in greeting, receiving a nod in return from Ayaka.

Takeshi, Hanae's father, introduced his wife, Akiko, to the Gojo family. Hiroshi, in turn, acknowledged Hanae as the young woman they had all been waiting for.

Taking a deep breath, Hanae took a step forward and offered a deep and respectful bow to her potential new in-laws. "Gojo-dono, Gojo-sama, it's an honor to meet you."

Hiroshi seemed pleased with her manners, his voice tinged with a barely detectable chuckle. "Such great manners. Now that all introductions have been made, why don't we all have some tea?"

With that, Hanae and her family were led down the beautiful corridors of the traditional Japanese mansion and into a sitting room designated for hosting.

The initial moments were filled with small talk among the adults while Hanae sat lost in thought. She wondered about her potential future husband, who was conspicuously absent at the moment. Perhaps, she considered, he was running late or even contemplating skipping the meeting altogether.

The conversation in the room flowed like a gentle stream, finding moments of tranquility amidst the weight of tradition. Hanae's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as she exchanged pleasantries with the Gojo family. Her parents' eyes held a mixture of hope and caution as they conversed.

But then, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The door to the room swung open, and in walked Satoru Gojo, the central figure in this arrangement. His entrance exuded an air of nonchalance that seemed to fill the room. He strode in casually, his steps unhurried, as if he had no particular interest in the proceedings. His gaze, obscured by a pair of sunglasses, brushed over the assembled guests before settling on Hanae.

Their eyes met, and Hanae couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This was the man she was meant to marry, chosen for her by their families and traditions, yet he seemed entirely disinterested.

With languid grace, Satoru Gojo approached, his words dripping with nonchalance. "My apologies for keeping you all waiting," he said, his tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. "I hope this meeting won't take too much of our time."

Takeshi Tsukiyama, maintaining his composure, offered a polite greeting. "Not at all, Gojo-san. We appreciate your willingness to meet with us."

Satoru merely shrugged, his arrogance palpable. "Well, here I am. Let's get this over with."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as the weight of his indifference settled in. Hanae couldn't help but wonder about the future that lay ahead, a future with a man who appeared to care so little about the arrangement that bound them together.

Takeshi Tsukiyama cleared his throat, sensing that it was time to broach the matter that had brought them all together. "Gojo-san," he began, his tone measured and respectful, “Thank you for meeting with us. Our families have a long history, and it is with great respect for tradition that we come to discuss the prospect of a union between our clans."

Satoru Gojo leaned back in his chair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. "I'm aware of our families' history and traditions, Tsukiyama-san," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "But let's not beat around the bush. We're here to discuss an arranged marriage, aren't we?"

Hanae nodded, her voice steady despite the unease she felt. "Yes, Gojo-san, that is the purpose of our meeting."

Satoru Gojo let out a long sigh, as if the entire affair bored him. "Fine, then. Let's hear what you have to say."

And with those words, the negotiation for an arranged marriage between the Tsukiyama and Gojo clans began.

"As you may know," Takeshi started, "the Tsukiyama clan has a unique history. We are the sole survivors of a clan that was sent as a gift from the gods during the prime era of sorcery."

Ayaka Gojo leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "A gift from the gods, you say?"

"Yes," Hiroshi confirmed, "it is a belief that has been passed down through generations. Our clan's history is deeply intertwined with sorcery, and our ancestors were revered for their abilities."

Satoru finally showed a hint of interest, albeit masked by his arrogance. "So, what does this have to do with our meeting today and the arranged marriage?"

Takeshi exchanged a brief glance with Hiroshi before continuing, "A prophecy, Gojo-san. A prophetess foretold that if a member of our clan were to marry the heir of the Gojo clan, their offspring would possess unparalleled power and bring great luck."

Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information. "Unparalleled power and great luck?"

Hiroshi nodded, hoping to emphasize the significance of the arrangement. "Indeed, Satoru. Our families have always held the utmost respect for tradition and the prophecies that guide our destinies. We believe that this union could bring immense benefits to both our clans."

Akiko Tsukiyama joined the conversation, her voice gentle but earnest. "It is our hope that this arranged marriage will strengthen the bonds between our families, preserving the legacy of the Tsukiyama clan and ensuring a prosperous future for both of our bloodlines."

Satoru leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Benefits to both our clans, you say. And what if I have no interest in this arrangement?"

Takeshi chose his words carefully. "We understand that this is not a decision to be taken lightly, Gojo-san. We merely wish to present the opportunity for consideration. The choice, of course, ultimately lies with you and Hanae."

Hanae, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, her voice steady despite her nervousness. "I hope that we can approach this with open hearts and minds, for the sake of tradition and the future."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as the weight of their words hung in the air. The arrangement had been laid bare before them, and now, it was up to Satoru Gojo to decide whether tradition and prophecy would guide his future.

Gojo contemplated Hanae’s words for a few seconds before clearing his throat, seemingly having made up his mind. “I believe that prophecies are a bunch of bogus,” He started, taking in all the intense stares from everyone in the room.

“They tell you whatever they think you want to hear. So, if everyone in this room thinks that I’m going to let some ‘prophecy’-" he uses his fingers to air quote- “decide on my future, then you all got something coming."

“What are you trying to say, Satoru?” Hiroshi asked, a stern look on his face.

“That we not place our future in the hands of a prophecy. One that we can’t even prove is real.”

Hiroshi burst out laughing, as if everything that Gojo had just said was a joke.

“Satoru,” He started, looking at Gojo. In the next second, the smile on Hiroshi’s face was gone.

A chill ran down Hanae’s back at the quick change of emotions from Hiroshi. People who could change their emotions in a split second made Hanae uneasy.

“While Takeshi’s deal is honorable,” He said, waving at Takeshi without removing his attention from Gojo. “I will not be giving you the leisure to choose whether or not you will be marrying Hanae Tsukiyama. You will marry her, or else.”

Hiroshi’s statement left no room for argument. He was serious about this marriage and what it could mean for his family and clan. And by the looks of it, Satoru had no choice but to obey his father’s rules.

Hanae watched as Gojo’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing to fight his father’s wishes, he just stiffly nodded and said nothing more.

“Good,” Hiroshi clapped, turning his attention to Hanae.

“Now, my dear, since everything is arranged on our side, the decision lies with you,”

Hanae gulped, realizing the weight of pressure she had on her shoulders. She knew that she ultimately had no choice here, and that her father only told her that the decision ultimately laid with her. But ever since they found out about the prophecy, her parents, her grandparents, and every member of their clan has been lecturing her about the importance of her union with the Gojo clan. They all depended on her to marry Satoru Gojo.

“I agree to the marriage between Satoru Gojo and myself,” She said, raising her chin to appear brave and strong, the opposite of what she was actually feeling right now.

“But I do just have one request,” she added, before anyone could react.

Hiroshi smiled at her and gave her a nod to continue.

“Before our marriage, I would like some time for Gojo-san and myself to get to know one another better.”

The parents looked between each other, each of them nodding their heads in agreement. Hanae’s request was reasonable and was the least they could do for their children who were being forced into a loveless marriage.

“Very well,” Hiroshi nodded. “We will give you two months to get to know each other, but during those months, the wedding will be planned.”

“That means we’ll marry in two months,” Gojo stated, speaking up for the first time since getting the ultimatum from his father.

“Yes. A date will later be confirmed, but your union will be in two months' time.”

“My time can't be spent here frolicking around and getting to know some girl. I have a job, I have curses to exorcise.” Gojo said, crossing his arms. It seemed that even though he had no real say about the wedding, he was still going to make this whole process as difficult as possible.

“That will be no problem for Hanae,” Hiroshi smirked at his son.

“She will be living with you at Jujutsu High.”

Gojo scoffed, looking at Hanae before shaking his head. “And what is she supposed to do the entire time while I work and go away on missions? Just sit around in my apartment and wait for me?”

This time Hanae’s father was the one to speak. “Of course not. Hanae is a grade one sorcerer,”

“She has been accepted to teach at Jujutsu High for the foreseeable future.”

Gojo shook his head and gave Hanae a once-over, clearly judging her. Hanae was short, only measuring at 5 foot, and her build made others doubt her skills, but she was actually quite the opposite.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Satoru,” his mother scolded, speaking up for the first time. “Where are your manners? We raised you better than this. Treat your future wife with respect.”

Gojo reluctantly nodded, but seemed as if he really never actually meant it.

“Since the arrangement has been agreed upon by both families, we can now gift Hanae with her engagement ring.” Hiroshi said, ignoring his son’s little tantrum.

As if on cue, a male worker walked into the room carrying a silver tray where a black velvet box sat innocently on it. He walked to Satoru and held out the tray in an offering.

Gojo stared at the box for a second too long before reaching for it.

He stood up from his seat and approached Hanae.

With trembling hands and a fast-beating heart, Hanae stood up once Gojo reached her. He opened the box and presented the most beautiful ring that Hanae had ever seen.

The engagement ring chosen by the Gojo family for Hanae was nothing short of a dazzling masterpiece. It stood as a testament to their immense wealth and their commitment to making this arranged marriage an extravagant affair.

At its heart was a central diamond of breathtaking proportions. This remarkable gem was a paragon of clarity, brilliance, and sheer opulence. Its impressive carat weight captured the light in a way that left no doubt about its exceptional quality. It symbolized not only the significance of the union but also the immeasurable wealth of the Gojo clan.

The band that cradled this magnificent centerpiece was crafted from pure white gold, a choice that perfectly complemented the diamond's purity and sparkle. But what truly made the ring a breathtaking spectacle were the smaller diamonds that adorned the band. These gems, meticulously set in an alternating pattern, created a dazzling trail of shimmering brilliance on either side of the central diamond. Their extravagant display showcased the family's opulence and desire for the world to know it.

Delicate filigree work adorned the sides of the band, adding an extra layer of intricacy to the ring's design. These intricate patterns resembled delicate tendrils of blooming flowers and symbols of prosperity. Yet, the ring held more than just visual splendor. Etched discreetly on the inside of the band was a symbol deeply meaningful to the Gojo clan. This symbol, known only to a select few, represented the family's rich heritage, longstanding traditions, and unwavering values. Though hidden from the eyes of others, it served as a personal and profound connection to their past and their future.

Gojo gently removed the ring from the box, but Hanae was so dazed about the beautiful ring that she never realized that he was waiting for her to raise her hand. With more care than she thought he had, Gojo gently took her left hand in his and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

“It’s beautiful,” Hanae whispered, staring mesmerized at the ring on her finger.

“It's a Gojo family heirloom,” Ayaka mused, stepping forward to look at the ring on Hanae's hand. “This ring belonged to Satoru’s great-grandmother, who was gifted this by her husband. We obviously made some changes to make it more modern and fitting for someone of your status. I hope that you’re happy with it.”

“I’m more than happy with it. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you.” Hanae smiled at Ayaka.

Ayaka gently took Hanae’s hand and patted it in a motherly fashion, and in that moment, Hanae knew that she would get along just fine with Gojo’s mother.

“We’ve prepared engagement gifts for Hanae,” Hiroshi said, giving Hanae a small smile.

“but since you’ll be staying at Jujutsu High, we’ve taken the courtesy to send it to your new apartment with Gojo.”

Hanae thought that it was weird that they already sent her engagement gifts to Tokyo before both herself and Gojo agreed to marriage. In that moment she realized that the two of them had way less say in the whole ordeal than they originally thought.

Hanae bowed in thanks towards Hiroshi and Ayaka, “Thank you, Gojo-san.”

“As per our traditions, our family has also prepared a gift for Satoru Gojo,” Hanae’s father said, stepping up to Gojo. He removed a delicate box hidden inside his pocket and handed it to a confused Hanae, who then looked up at Gojo, who was staring intensely at her. She cleared her throat and opened the box. She was momentarily stunned at what she saw.

The bracelet that her family had gifted Gojo was one that had been in the Tsukiyama family for centuries. It was passed down to each first-born male of the head of the clan, and as the only child of the head of the clan, this bracelet was now given from her father to his future son-in-law, which would then be passed down to a son of their own.

This gift didn’t only symbolize the Tsukiyama family’s rich history but also reflected their warm welcome of Satoru Gojo into their fold. It was a family heirloom that had been treasured for generations—a bracelet crafted from an exceedingly rare and striking stone, its color reminiscent of the depths of the night.

The bracelet's main feature was the exceptional stone, a unique and highly sought-after specimen with a hue that danced between deepest black and ethereal gray. Its surface was smooth and polished to perfection. The stone itself was believed to have protective properties, guarding its wearer against adversity and negative energies.

The bracelet's design was simple yet timeless. It consisted of a series of marble-sized, perfectly polished stone beads, each separated by delicate silver spacers. The clasp, an intricate piece of silver-work, held a small family crest engraved with the symbol of the Tsukiyama clan.

As Satoru Gojo received this antique bracelet, he could feel the weight of its history and significance. It had been passed down through generations, from father to son, and now, it was entrusted to him. It served as a silent pledge of the family's support, respect, and acceptance of the arranged marriage, despite any reservations that may have lingered beneath the surface.

The bracelet was a testament to the enduring connections of the Tsukiyama clan and their commitment to fostering unity and harmony. Satoru's acceptance of this heirloom marked not only the beginning of his journey with Hanae but also the embrace of their shared future and the rich traditions that would bind their families together.

“Thank you,” Gojo mumbled as he ran his thumb over the smooth stones of the bracelet.

Just when Hanae thought that perhaps Gojo was warming up to the idea of them getting married, his emotions changed in a blink of an eye. He snapped the box holding the heirloom closed and placed it in his pocket. He didn’t take it out or even try it on.

“Very well,” Hiroshi said, breaking the awkward silence between the two families. “Now that all of that has been taken care of, why don’t we discuss the part that the wives are anticipating the most. The engagement party and the wedding.”

Both Hanae and Gojo went back to their respective seats as the discussions started taking place. It was decided that Hanae would leave for Jujutsu High in two days' time, where she would meet up with Gojo and settle down in her new home. Another meeting would take place next weekend, which was only a few days away, where the upcoming wedding would be discussed. Things such as wedding dates, the house Gojo and Hanae would be living in after marriage, and who would cover certain wedding expenses would be discussed. And lastly, the engagement party.

An official announcement would be made in a few days to other clans and to the public about the engagement of Satoru Gojo and Hanae Tsukiyama, and following closely behind, only a day after the official meeting about wedding arrangements, an engagement party would be held at the Gojo residence for all family, friends, and clans.

Feeling overwhelmed by how fast things were moving, Hanae excused herself to go to the bathroom, but she sneakily made her way into the front garden where she saw a beautiful cherry blossom tree upon entering the residence earlier.

The Tsukiyama family crest was a symbol of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. It represented the beauty and transience of life, and it also signified the family’s commitment to renewal and protection, much like the changing seasons.

“The cherry blossoms outside are particularly beautiful this time of year, aren’t they?” Hanae mused. Even though her attention was on the tree before her, she could sense Gojo’s silent presence the moment he stepped into the garden.

Gojo chuckled, his steps approaching her figure, and stopped to stand next to her. He looked up at the big cherry blossom tree that Hanae was referring to. “You have a good sense of your environment. I’m impressed.”

Hanae smiled, turning to look at Gojo. “Just because I never graduated from Jujutsu High in Tokyo doesn’t mean that I’m a good sorcerer, Gojo-san.”

Hanae nodded back to the cherry blossom tree and turned back to look at it again. “Cherry blossoms always bring a sense of renewal and beauty to our lives. I think that’s why it’s my favorite flower. We have a cherry blossom tree in our garden back home. It’s been in our family for generations.”

Gojo hummed, “Then your name is quite fitting, isn’t it.”

Hanae looked up at Gojo, wanting him to explain further about what he meant.

“Your love for flowers and the cherry blossom. I think it’s quite fitting that the meaning of your name is flower blessing.”

Hanae chuckled and nodded, “Yes, my parents must have known what they were doing when they named me Hanae.”

“What about your clan name?” Gojo asked Hanae, looking at her with an intensity that she could feel through his dark sunglasses. “What does Tsukiyama mean?”

“Tsuki means moon, and Yama means mountain. It was chosen because of the technique used by my clan; Moonlight manipulation.”

“That’s interesting,” Gojo mused, now looking at Hanae with interest and intrigue. “Tell me about your technique. What can you do?”

“I’m sure nothing as impressive as what I heard you can do, Gojo-San,” Hanae chuckled. She turned her body to fully face Gojo’s towering body. “My clan’s techniques allows us to harness the power of the moon and manipulate it for various purposes. My clan is most well known for our healers and amplifiers, but we are capable of other techniques using the moon too.”

“Healers I understand. They use the moonlight to heal injuries, but what are amplifiers? I’ve never heard of that one before.”

“Moonlight amplification is when moonlight gets channelled by the sorcerer into a person of choice. It will enhance their strength and abilities, but only temporarily.” Hanae explained.

“What other techniques does your clan have?”

“Some have moonlight shields which are protective barriers of moonlight, some have moonbeam projections which are concentrates beams of moonlight used as offensive acts, and then there are the ones who have moonlit tracking. They can track the movements of curses or other sorcerers by sensing disturbances in the moonlight.”

“You never included yourself in any of those,” Gojo observed. “You said ‘they’ and never ‘we’ or ‘I’. Does that mean that none of those are your techniques?”

“Yes and no,” you respond. “I can do a bit of healing, but mostly on small injuries. My technique is moonlight blades and moonlit illusions.”

“I’m guessing that the blades are shaped by the moonlight?” Gojo asked, tilting his head curiously.

Hanae nodded, “Yes. They’re razor-sharp blades that can cut through curses and defend against attacks. For the illusions, I used the moonlight to make intricate illusions that can confuse and disorientate my enemies.”

Gojo whistled, looking quite impressed with her set of skills. “I know you probably get asked this a lot, but does your technique only work at night?”

Hanae couldn’t help but laugh at his question, because yes, he was right. That exact question always gets asked by people interested in her technique.

“The technique is more potent and effective at night when the moon is visible. However, it doesn’t necessarily work only at night,” Hanae explained. “At night, when the moon is in the sky, my powers are at their peak. I can perform more complex and powerful feats using moonlight during nighttime. During the day or in places with limited moonlight, like indoor environments, my abilities may be less potent or it may require more effort to use. The different phases of the moon also affects the range and strengths of my abilities.”

“Wow, that’s really quite fascinating,” Gojo nodded. “We should battle each other some day. It would be quite an interesting fight.”

“Gojo-san,” Hanae said, shaking her head in disagreement. “That wouldn’t be much of a fight. I’ve the stories. You’d have me tapping out in seconds.”

A cocky grin tugged at Gojo’s lips. He shrugged playfully, “I’ll go easy on you then.”

Both Gojo and Hanae took a moment to take the other in, before turning around and looking up at the blooming cherry blossom tree.

From beside her, Gojo took in a deep breath. “Hanae,”

Hanae turned all her attention to Gojo.

“You seem like a nice woman, but I’m going to be honest with you, I have no interest in getting married to you.

Ouch, Hanae thought to herself. Getting told by someone as handsome as Gojo that he wasn’t interested in you was a hard hit to the ego. But at the same time, she also understood where he was coming from.

“Gojo, trust me, I’m not a willing participant either, but I have no other choice,” Hanae began, looking Gojo in the eye in the hopes that he could tell how serious but sincere she was trying to be. “My family and clan are relying on me to get married to you, and I can’t let them down for my own selfish desires.”

Gojo scoffed and ran his hand through his messy, white hair. “I don’t understand. What’s the big deal about this marriage? Why do you have to marry me? Why can’t you get married to someone from the Zenin clan? I’m sure you could get someone there.”

“It’s much more complicated than that. The prophecy said that I should marry you. Our parents are not willing to let a sign of such great importance pass them by, not one that tells us about the outcome of our future.”

Gojo scoffed for the second time since joining her in the garden. “I see that they’ve got you just as brainwashed as the rest,”

He shook his head, “Just because the clan says so, doesn’t mean that it’s what you should do. Are you going to live your whole life following orders from your clan people? From your elders?”

“I really thought you were smarter than that.”

Hanae's frustration and anger continued to mount. She couldn't believe that Satoru Gojo had the audacity to belittle her choices and her loyalty to her clan. It was infuriating to have someone who knew nothing about her life pass judgment so casually.

Hanae's voice held a rare intensity as she continued, her frustration bubbling over. "Don't you dare question my loyalty to my family and clan. They've given me everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill my responsibilities to them. It's not brainwashing; it's love and duty."

Gojo's arrogant demeanor wavered for a moment, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. It seemed her words had struck a chord with him, even if he didn't want to admit it. For a brief moment, the two of them stood there, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.

With a clenched jaw and tears of anger threatening to spill, Hanae took a deep breath, determined not to let Gojo's words provoke her further. She knew that lashing out wouldn't solve anything, and she had too much at stake to let this confrontation escalate.

"Gojo-san, I understand that you might not agree with our traditions and beliefs," Hanae began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "But I want you to know that I take my responsibilities seriously. This marriage isn't just about me. It's about our families and the legacy they've entrusted us with."

"Look," Hanae continued, her tone more composed now. "I don't expect you to understand everything about me or my clan, just as I don't fully understand your world. But I hope that we can find a way to make the best of this situation, for both our sakes and our families'."

Hanae turned away, returning back to the house before she got into another argument with Gojo. The tension between them remained unresolved, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. Gojo watched her retreating figure with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. He had agreed to cooperate, but that didn't mean he had fully accepted the situation.

With a sigh, Gojo turned his gaze back to the cherry blossom tree, its delicate blooms swaying gently in the breeze. He couldn't deny that Hanae's determination had caught his attention, but the prospect of this arranged marriage still irked him.

"I won't let them control my fate," Gojo muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He had always been a free spirit, and the idea of being bound by tradition and prophecy grated against his very nature.

While walking inside the house, a loomed in Hanae’s head. Would they find a way to coexist or would they remain locked in a struggle against a destiny they had not chosen for themselves?

a/n: Phew, that was a long one! Let me know what you think about this series. Is it worth continuing?? As I mentioned in the a/n at the beginning, I'm already working on part 2, so that should be out soon.

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