“FOR YOU, I WOULD.”
character: toge Inumaki
wc: ~2700 words
cw: none, mild angst to fluff.
INAMUKI TOGE⸻”BY YOUR SIDE, THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE TO BE.”
toge would be, simply put, the best boyfriend you’ll ever have. as we all know, he has a habit of putting others first. and that’s when it comes to strangers. so, when it comes down to his lover, you’re in for x1000 caring intensified.
he fell for you first. it wasn’t love at first sight per se, but he couldn’t deny the immediate attraction at first glance. you were radiant, a first year with very little experience handling curses. but even despite all the dangers and tragedies you faced, you always seemed to hold a positive outlook.
when you first met him, you didn’t know about his curse. You had never seen him before. you were rushing to meet yuuji for your daily practice session. turning the corner, you bumped into something.
immediately two hands reached out to steady you. Startled, you looked up. to see the cutest boy you’ve ever laid eyes on. with the prettiest, purple eyes.
you rushed out your apologies, rambling on and on like you always did when you were nervous. “oh I am sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going⸻”
“shake shake.”
you blinked twice. salmon? what does that mean? and then it clicked. his uniform, he was a student. he didn’t look that much older than you. oh! a second year!
proud at your genius, you smile brightly. “oh! you must be a second year! I only know yuuta and I heard there’s a panda in your class, whom I would very much like to meet, but I didn’t have any chance to come say hi because of gojo-sensei!"
“he keeps our hands so full. i’ve only been here for two weeks and whew the curses I’ve seen. anyways, what’s your name? we should definitely hang out some time!”
when you were only met with his silence, you felt heat beginning to crawl into your cheeks.
he looked at you, for a moment, and you felt his eyes drop a little bit, as if in sadness.
“oh, I- sorry⸻.” you mumbled, with your head dropped walking past him.
that is until his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. you look back towards him, a question on your face.
he seemed hesitant then, a first. then his response came in form of him unzipping his hoodie with his free hand, revealing to you his gorgeous face. he was even more beautiful than he seemed. that’s the first thing you thought before you noticed the marks around his mouth.
he smiled apologetically, and you felt like the dumbest person in the world.
the inumaki clan, of course. salmon. of course.
slowly, you turn to face him, placing your hand gently on his that was still holding your wrist.
you squeeze his hand gently. a small apology. but also because with the way he was looking at you, you were left speechless.
after that encounter, you ask megumi about him. he tells you how he communicates using rice ball ingredients, but also how they all learned sign language for him.
it doesn’t strike you as something difficult to do, so you set out on learning whatever you can in whatever time you have before you see him again.
it all started from there. the next time you saw him, you thought you were signing words, but you messed up the whole thing. his genuine laughter at your funny gestures rung through the open field, but his hand had come to land on your shoulder, smiling at you. thank you. you can clearly tell what he was trying to say.
you shared phone numbers, and that’s how you discovered his amazing personality. toge was funny, so funny, and he was not afraid to show you how he felt.
toge wasn’t shy with you. whether in texts or with how he acted with you in public. how he slung his arm over your shoulder, or leaned over you when there was something you wanted to show him. at first, you had assumed his physical touches were his way of communicating because of the lack of speech. however, it took you only to see how he acted with Maki or anyone else to immediately turn down that theory.
he was always turning up, always seeking you out. He’d text you during lunch breaks to join him and ask you to train with him. (much to yuuji’s dismay at first, to have lost his training partner. but the pink-haired boy was a hopeless romantic who realized what was going on from the first glance and backed away.)
you two grew close, forming quite a special bond. but it was still a friendship. to him, perhaps, you thought. but to you?
the way your heart did a mini leap when you laid eyes on him. How you’d clutch your phone all the time and jump to check it whenever the ping sounded. hoping it was him that texted. and the stupid, ear-to-ear smile that you would sport whenever it was him.
both of you were obvious, however, to how you felt. and you, how could you not see how much he cherished you??? with the way his eyes softened upon the mere mention of your name. panda pointed it out once, teasing him non-stop about his crush on you, which earned him a stern, “stop talking,” from his silver-haired friend.
later on that night, panda had burst into toge’s room, a hand clutched dramatically to his chest. “you cursed me!” he feigned a swoon, “and it took hours for its effects to subdue, all for (y/n), my friend! We must get you two together.”
and that was how his five-step plan to woo you started.
however, unbeknownst to them, you were sent on a mission that day. where you encountered a grade one curse, where all that should have been there was a flock of grade four curses.
you tried your best, you really did, but you were severely overpowered. before collapsing, however, you were able to send out a request for aid.
toge and panda were immediately notified, their little gossip session turning upside down once they received the summons on their phone.
toge had never felt this stressed. he knew you were capable, but even he would have trouble facing a grade one curse on his own. he sat in the back of the car, legs bouncing up and down with both fists clutched so tightly he was sure his fingers would leave bruises. but he did not care, you were probably hurt, and maybe, probably…no, he refused to even think it
and this stupid driver, can’t he go any faster? he thought bitterly, and in his anger, almost spoke out the words.
panda’s hand on his bouncing leg stopped him. he snapped his head to the left, looking at him.
panda was worried about him, it was clear as day. “She’ll be fine.” he finally said.
toge’s breath was shaky on its way out.
and they had arrived just in time. his eyes had barely registered what it was seeing, the curse, crushing you in its slimy, disgusting hand⸻your face, bloody and unconscious ⸻
“let her go.” his yell was filled with fear, and anger. the next moment you were in his hands, he caught you before you could fall.
toge was seeing red.
“die.”
the curse burst into flames and disappeared, a grade one curse dealt with in mere seconds, before it could even realize what was going on.
panda stared on at the scene, at how his friend set down the girl he loves down with shaky hands. at how softly he cradled her face, a lone tear making its way down his cheek.
and toge…how he wished he could call out to you, he wanted to say your name, he wanted to so badly. to comfort you. to apologize for not being here sooner. for not murdering the higher ups who stupidly messed up your mission.
that’s when he made a vow to always protect you. he hated it, how helpless he felt just sitting here, waiting to arrive to shoko. he hated how his hands were stained red because it was your blood. you, the most precious, bright and innocent thing in his world. the person who made his curse gnaw at him at every waking moment. because he wanted to be a full person for you, he wanted to give you the best, he wanted to say your name, to speak words of love into your skin, to tell you how he felt under a starry night as you gazed up at him in those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours.
but now, as he held your shaking body in his arms, he was ready to lay down his life just to see you open your eyes again. and that’s when he closed his own, making a prayer to whoever was listening.
***
you opened your eyes to a wooden ceiling. a blurry vision greeted you, but it was slowly improving with every passing moment.
groaning, you tried to remember how you’d gotten here. you remembered a mission, a bunch of grade four curses that you were sent to deal with, and then⸻
oh
it had come out of nowhere. you had immediately sent out for help, but that’s only just before it had gotten to you. it was impossibly fast, and it had been toying with you. If it had decided to deal with you at once, you suspected you wouldn’t have been alive by now.
you wondered who had saved you for a brief moment, but you quickly shook the thought away, realising your main priority was to get up and start training. you had to get stronger to avoid further accidents like this.
you also wondered, if toge had been worried about you, or if he’d come to visit you. you cursed these thoughts that were never ending.
but your answer came faster than you thought. you’d barely sat up, when you noticed him.
he had pulled out a chair just next to your bed. His hair was ruffled, as if he hadn’t brushed it in a while. His head was drooped low, soft breathes escaping his lips. but most importantly⸻
oh god how did you not notice before?
his hand holding yours on the mattress. your fingers intertwined.
you flushed; eyes fixated on the sight. your heart beat loudly against your chest. you suspected, if you had been connected to a monitor, it would definitely had alerted the nurses with how fast your heart was beating.
“toge-kun…” you whispered, eyes softening as you looked at him. what did you do to deserve a person like him in your life?
you startled however when he woke up, purple eyes slowly fluttering open until they met yours.
he looked at you for a moment, mouth hanging open.
before his eyes widened and he pulled you in into a bone-crushing hug.
you hugged back with all the strength you could muster. The warmth that enveloped you, the peace he summoned. It was the best feeling, a feeling you were growing drunk on.
you don’t know how long you stayed like that, you didn’t want to pull away, neither did he, it seemed, but after some time, you knew you had to.
you slowly pulled away, but your faces were inches apart. Your eyes met his lips, his breath fanning your face. they then travelled to his eyes, to find them glossed over with tears.
his hand reached out to cup your cheek, and you closed your eyes, leaning in to his touch.
“toge-kun,” you sighed in bliss. he had you, body and soul. you loved him with all you were. you suddenly felt this drive to show him, to love him, to tell him.
with both your hands your grabbed his hand, glancing at him before you placed a feather-kiss on his knuckles.
his eyes softened. a blush cutely adorning his pale cheeks. smiling, he took hold of your hand and did the same to you.
you couldn’t help but smile in return, both at his actions and at the heat travelling to his ears. was it possible, that you had the same effect on him as he did you?
it didn’t need another thought, you slowly parted your lips, “toge…i-I lov⸻”
his palm pressed itself on your mouth, silencing you. He frowned at you, shaking his head.
confused, and a little hurt, you obeyed, watching in confusion as he pulled out his phone.
his eyes narrowed as he scrolled on his screen for a moment, before a satisfied “ah” left his lips once he found what he was looking for.
his finger hovered above the screen, hesitating.
if you thought he was blushing before, he now looked as red as a tomato bro.
before you could think any further, a determined look set on his face. he pressed on the screen.
and whatever you had expected, this wasn’t it.
his voice played out, but not in the way you only heard it ever saying rice ball ingredients, no, it was his beautiful voice speaking, speaking to you.
“i thought a lot about how I am going to do this,” the recording started, “and this seems like the only way.”
you felt tears welling up in your eyes. you knew the strain saying one word had on him, to do this? it must have been excruciating, and he must have gone somewhere deserted, so he wouldn’t risk hurting anyone.
the recording ended there, but on his phone, you could see two more, each barely a few seconds long. you knew. he must have had to stop to take his cough medicine.
without realizing, you grabbed his hand, looking at him with so much love.
he pressed again.
silence for a few moments, then him taking a deep breath “……(y/n)”
treacherous tears spilled from your eyes, and you laughed, connected your forehead to his. closing your eyes as you continued to listen.
“…(y/n), my (y/n).”
“thank you for coming into my life, (y/n).”
the recording stopped.
his gentle touch on your chin made you open your eyes.
you startled. he was so close, one breath and your lips would touch. and he was looking at your lips, and you couldn’t help but look at his as he played the last recording. his lips moved in sync, and for one magical moment, it was as if he was speaking them to you.
“(y/n)…I love you.”
you smiled like an idiot, the smile he loves so much. laughing through your tears that were now flowing freely.
in another world, maybe you would’ve been able to talk, to share discussions and hear your name running off his tongue every day. but that other world wasn’t something you were looking for, or wasn’t even something you wanted.
because this couldn’t have been any closer to perfection. It was perfection. this moment, as he finally leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. as you kissed in a declaration of love, a promise to each other, like a warm blanket warming you during a cold night.
you kissed until you had to pull away to breathe, but he was already chasing after your lips. he captured them again with ease, his lips dancing with yours again. you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment as you wrap your hands around his neck. he pulls you closer by the waist until your chests are pressing together.
finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to you, but also what felt like too soon, you both pull away, gasping for air.
you met his eyes. his oh so beautiful eyes that looked at you like you were a miracle. his miracle.
uou chuckled; joyous laugh full of adoration. “you just had to say it first, didn’t you.”
he nodded, a sly smile on his lips.
“salmon.” he says.
you rubbed your nose with his, unable to do anything but smile as you admire him.
you peck his lips, meeting his eyes once more.
“I love you too. my cute salmon.”
a/n: can you tell that i am in love with this man.
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I’m sorry, but you ridicule and dismiss the Bryce and Azriel theory (which is your right, sure), but then make a post explaining how Elain and Azriel are ‘equal’ because they shared Truth Teller.
But, you are forgetting that Bryce literally has the twin weapon to Truth Teller. Bryce’s sword is the matching half to Azriel’s knife. They glow for each other. They are likened to “Alpha and Omega.” It doesn’t get more equal than that, and Elain’s temporary borrowing of the knife doesn’t even come close.
And for all the mocking and dismissing elriels do, no one has been able to offer an explanation as to why SJM has paired Azriel and Bryce in this way; considering that these weapons are not just for show, but are prophesied to be involved in uniting CC and ACOTAR (Starborn) fae. She didn’t have to, either. SJM could have kept the Starsword under Ruhn’s ownership, but she explicitly stated that the Starsword belongs to “Theia’s female heir”. SJM didn’t have to involve Azriel and his knife either; she could have chosen any one of the important weapons in the ACOTAR world, or any other character.
The only explanation I’ve seen is that Azriel and Bryce might be related; but what would that serve the narrative? What would that even achieve? And let’s not forget that SJM has already hinted at familial relations between Ruhn and Rhys - most likely through Ruhn’s mother’s side (with the shadow powers and mind speaking abilities), which has nothing to do with Bryce. I can’t see how Azriel would be connected to the Autumn King, or Ember Quinlan - a human.
And of course, the number one rebuttal to this theory is that Bryce and Hunt are mates. But the Oracle told Hunt to stay far away from Bryce; if they’re truly endgame, meant to live happily ever after, why would the Oracle then warn Hunt? And, if an Oracle told Azriel to stay away from Gwyn… you’d surely use that as proof in your own theories.
It was the swords that were paired, not the people.
Gwydion was brought up in ACOSF. So was Narben. The foundation was laid, and obviously Starsword has played a large role in CC.
There is nothing shared between Azriel and Bryce. It's the swords that are being brought together, not the people. Probably because of their connection to Dusk. Because we already know that Ruhn (Bryce's brother) has a Dusk/Avalon connection, as well as shadows, like Azriel. There is ALREADY a connection--clearly Ruhn looks exactly like Rhys, and Azriel carries a dagger that is a twin of a sword that Ruhn, as an Autumn King's Heir pulled out of the stone. They are obviously related?? How's that even a question.
The bigger story here is not Bryce and Azriel (?). It's probably the revival of Dusk Court that's been mentioned in 2 series now, and the story that we first sort of heard about it in ACOMAF/ACOWAR now was expanded in HOSAB.
It literally has NOTHING to do with Bryce and Azriel as a couple. It's all about unifying the two series over the Asteri, the missing Court, the Underworld/Hel, the backstories of the RIfts, etc.
Azriel sharing a MADE dagger with Elain of all people has very much everything to do with them as a couple. It was an action that he took, towards her, and then she took from him and made through it.
Gwydion and Truth Teller meeting is about the two swords meeting. They glowed in each other's presence.
Not Azriel and Bryce.
The oracle also told Ruhn that he wont have children and would be the last of the line. Does that mean he is going to drop dead? OR shoot blanks?
I am going to be honest--this is one of the dumbest 'theories' out there. Like in a pantheon of dumb theories Bryciel as a ship is next to Azris and Gwynriel. It ain't gonna happen. Sorry.
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Oooo tell me more about family on the mend?
Hello Britt :)) I'm sorry this took so long to get to i swear it wasn't my fault //w//
Ask me about my WIPs game
Family On The Mend is originally a fic written by the talented @tracingpatternswrites and @heartofspells. It's a Wolfstar raising Harry and Teddy fic, but with a twist of a muggle family therapy show. Lots of family drama (and some therapy).
Soooo a while ago I had the idea of writing something similar but with the Black family. They are trying to reunite and make amends after the war ends, but aren't very successful. Ted's parents are muggle therapists and he and Andromeda suggest muggle family therapy.
It's not very concrete at this point, just a mix of random scenes and ideas that I'll probably have to rewrite and fix once I sit down to actually work on this.
Here's a small snippet of something half way decent:
“This,” Andromeda brings up the pillow in her hands, “is the feelings pillow. Whoever has the pillow, gets to talk about their feelings, and nobody-” she scans her family with her gaze, daring them to argue with her on this, “nobody is to interrupt them while they are talking. If you want to say something, you wait for your turn with the pillow.”
“This is the single dumbest idea I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” Sirius replies immediately, his foot still tapping against the wooden tiles of the floor as he keeps edging closer to the side of the seat, like he is considering getting up and leaving the room any moment now.
“I absolutely loathe saying this,” Bellatrix speaks up before Andromeda gets to put in a proper response, “but for once, I agree with Sirius.”
Regulus snorts loudly, then attempts to mask it as a cough when his mother sends him a glare from across the room.
“I don’t know, I actually like the idea,” Narcissa cuts in while Sirius turns to gape at Bellatrix, mouth open wide in mock shock while the older grimaces back at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever spoken for longer than thirty seconds without being interrupted in this house, let alone about my feelings.” She states, spitting the last word out in disgust like it's an uncooked piece of meat in her mouth.
Bellatrix and Sirius both drop their mockery to turn around in their seats, glaring at her with genuine astonishment. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Sirius asks sharply, “You literally never shut up.”
“Sirius, language.” Walburga hisses.
“Look who’s talking!” Narcissa exclaims loudly, a long shaky finger pointed at Sirius in accusation.
Regulus raises a hand to rub at his temple, eyes shut in irritation. “Can you not do this over my head?”
“I refuse to even be a part of this madness in theory,” Walburga declares, getting up to her feet, “this clownery is disgraceful, it will not happen under this roof.”
“I never wanted to be here in the first place.” Sirius growls, eyes narrowing in indignation.
“Nobody wanted that.” Bellatrix retorts.
“Then how--”
“Shut it!” Andromeda yells forcefully, the uncharacteristic loudness of her voice stunning most of the members in the room into momentary silence as they all turn to glare at her with various degrees of contempt. She sends a reluctant glance to the side of the room, where Ted is sitting silently at the table. He gives her a reassuring smile and a brief nod, encouraging her to go on.
“This is exactly why we need the pillow.” She says firmly, holding up the object in her hand. “You will never be able to hear the other side’s demands if you all keep talking over each other.”
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