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Something Old, Something New

“You can look now.” You muttered. “But seriously, I'm curious. What's this about?” He opened his eyes and stood up, his hands immediately finding their way to your bare shoulders. “Just a new kink.” He whispered, staring intensely at you. His hands glided over your bare back, squeezing your waist.

He moved down to your hips and lifted you up, prompting a gasp from you. He set you down right on the edge of the bed, grabbing at your thighs and calves. Once he reached your ankles, he immediately folded your legs in half, bending your knees and holding your ankles on the side of your ass.

“You're so- impatient!” You spluttered out. He smirked at you before putting his head under the fabric of your skirt. “Yeah, and hungry.”

You sighed softly as he licked a stripe upwards. He dragged his tongue all over your folds, coating every single part of them in his saliva.

You wished you weren't wearing that stupid skirt, because it got in the way of you getting to see his expression. It also got in the way of you gently scratching his scalp. You sighed, though you couldn't feel disappointed for too long once he latched onto your clit, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it. The room was quiet, the only thing cutting the silence being your soft, pitchy sounds.

You swear you could feel him smile against your skin, but you weren't about to say anything about his smugness, not when he was pleasuring you like this.

He remained patient and steady, maintaining his rhythm, slowly but surely working you into an orgasm.

You rocked against his face slightly once you started getting close, huffing and puffing. He paid you no mind, though, more focused on making you cum on his tongue.

He was breathing heavily, hot air fanning over your skin. You whimpered, right on the edge. He lived up to his reputation, as usual, doing it just the way you needed, still sucking and licking you as he worked you into euphoria. You let out a broken whine, hips shaking as you came. He didn't stop until it was over, working you through your orgasm.

He pressed a kiss to your oversensitive clit then let go of your ankles and moved away, licking his lips. You could see your arousal dripping down his chin, rolling down his neck.

“Delicious, as usual.” He smirked. He lifted his shirt over your head and your eyes immediately took him in hungrily. It didn't matter how many times you saw him shirtless, it was still always such an enticing sight.

You pushed yourself up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he undressed.

When you reached out to help him, he shook his head. “Just sit there and look pretty.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it, before letting it rest at your side.

You begrudgingly sat still, unhappy with missing the opportunity to touch him. And yet, you admired his physique as he unclothed himself. As soon as he was naked, he immediately pushed you down the bed by your shoulders, looming over you.

Your hands immediately reached up to bury themselves in his hair, and you exhaled with satisfaction. His hair was as soft and thick as always.

He pressed his nose into your neck, nuzzling a little before he started trailing quick, wet kisses all over it. His hands moved all over you- tracing the shape of your top surgery scars, squeezing your waist, groping your thighs.

You sighed softly when he started sucking at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, though you let out a sharp gasp when he bit into it suddenly.

He left hickeys and bites all over your shoulders, careful to avoid your neck. After all, you were both working adults. You knew better than to have hickeys on your neck of all places, where it's harder to cover up.

You took every opportunity to leave hickeys on him too, your lips slicking with spit. You could feel yourself grow needier as his erection poked your thigh, but he seemed content with just necking.

You tugged his hair gently, whispering into his ear. “I want you, Suguru.” A shiver ran down his spine, and he finally pulled away, a dark look in his eyes.

He pressed his lips against yours, and you immediately parted your lips for him, panting as your tongues clashed. He insistently continued until you turned your head to the side, dizzy and breathless. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He pulled away slightly to grab his cock, which had started leaking precum. He licked the beads off of your thighs then rubbed his tip all over your folds, making you squirm. “You ready?” He asked breathily.

“Yes.” You whispered, spreading your legs. He aligned himself then pushed in slowly, his eyes glued to the way your hole was swallowing him in.

You grabbed at his forearms as he sunk into you, making a high, needy sound. He sighed and licked his lips once he bottomed out, his lust-filled gaze zeroing in on the connection between the two of you.

He started out slowly- dragging his length out and pushing it back in, making you whine. He exhaled softly and smiled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to comfort you. He continued his slow pace for a while, but eventually started speeding up.

Your back arched off the bed, your mind going hazy each time that sweet spot was stimulated. He lifted your thighs up, wrapping them around his waist, driving himself deeper into you.

You whined, savoring the sound of his moans as he thrusted. “You’re so pretty.” He whimpered. “You always feel so fucking good, so warm and perfect. And, fuck-”

He bit his lip, sweat running down his neck. “You’re always so put together and calm. So handsome and masculine. Made me wanna see you like this, and god, it’s perfect.”

Ah. So that’s what it was. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind too much, though. Not when you knew it wasn’t coming from a bad place.

“Next time,” You panted. “You wear the skirt. I bet it’d look good on you.”

“Yeah?” He said, his voice strained. He changed his pace, grinding against you with every thrust. You threw your head back, moaning. This was fucking perfect.

The air was filled with the sounds the two of you were making. His hair stuck to his sweaty body, and you knew yours was probably frizzing up.

You could feel that coil in your stomach, that tell-tale sign that you were going to orgasm. “Don’t stop.” You whispered. He nodded, understanding.

He kept up that perfect fucking pace until you crashed, fluttering around him rhythmically as you came. He continued thrusting even when he cried out and spurted his release into you. He finally pulled out after the two of you came down from your highs.

You sighed and smiled, feeling satisfied.

Tbh yeah... I'm okay w writing anything JJK related, whether it's smut, fluff, or angst. My only boundary is that I won't write nsfw of the canonically underage characters (Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisake, Okkotsu, etc)

But I will write for any JJK character, and I have no trouble writing kinky stuff or whatever :)

Omg these are so good, thank you!!

I don't have many followers but

If anyone sees this, can you give me some oneshot ideas? I have many ideas, but most of them are multi-chapter. I would like something short to post on here...

A reply to this post or an anonymous ask would be nice :) I never ignore interactions!

"bullies to lovers" except it's not really bullying and y'all don't become lovers you just have sex

Your classmates were annoying.

They loved to tease you every single chance they got.

You could almost call it bullying- almost . It didn’t really have the same malice, the same hatred that bullying did.

But the way they bothered you all the time…

You were absolutely tired of them.

Gojo called your name, over and over, but you paid him no mind. Just ignore him. He’ll lose interest eventually.

“Satoru, I think he’s gone deaf.” Geto said with that annoying smile of his.

Naturally, they continued annoying you, despite your lack of response. You didn’t even look at them, yet they somehow still didn’t lose their motivation.

Eventually, you huffed and got up, walking away from the two most annoying boys in the world.

Only for an arm to catch you across the waist and pull you straight into Gojo’s lap.

He had a strong grip, which was unexpected considering how slender he looked. Guess he didn’t brag about being ‘the strongest’ for no reason.

“Are you in a bad mood?” He cooed mockingly. He had the most annoying smirk on his face, and a quick glance confirmed that Geto did too.

You were not going to take their mockery, and you really weren’t in the mood for whatever this was supposed to be. You tried to get up, only for Gojo to tighten his grip. It didn’t hurt physically, but it was definitely a blow to your ego. “Would you just leave me alone already?” You said irritably.

He shrugged, grinning like it was all some elaborate joke. “He’s just persistent.” Geto excused. As if it wasn’t both of them who were persistent in tormenting you.

Anything you had ever used for storage- lockers, cubbies, bags- were frequently filled with notes. Specifically heart-themed notes that would be filled with weird messages like:

“Roses are red

Green is the color of grass

Please wear tighter pants

They really bring out your ass”

You had no idea what the hell they were thinking or what their intentions were, but you were pretty sick of them.

“Let me go.” You demanded, pushing yourself as far as you could from Gojo’s body.

“What would be the fun in that?” Geto asked. He was just sitting on a nearby desk, looking amused.

Gojo leaned forward, putting his face way too close to yours. “We just want to have some fun with you.” He whispered seductively.

Seductively? Seductively? What the hell? You could feel your cheeks heating up, which was the last thing you needed in this situation.

“What?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at either of them. Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted, and now you were laying on a desk with Gojo’s arms on either side of you, trapping you in place.

“You heard me. We’ve been trying for so long, but you just never catch the hint. You almost made us think you hate us, you know.” Gojo complained.

“Our fault, really. We should’ve been more direct.” Geto shrugged.

“You tormented me for all this time-” You started, before Gojo placed a finger on your lips. “We were flirting with you.” He smiled at you.

Last time you checked, though, them hiding your uniform does not count as flirting. And stuffing your wallet with condoms wasn’t flirting either. And annoying you every chance they got didn’t count either.

“I think we need to show him how much we like him.” Geto hummed. “Oh, I’ve been waiting way too long for a chance.” Gojo laughed in response, immediately pulling your pants down.

“Gojo, what are you doing?” You asked, mortified. “Didn’t we tell you to call us by our first names?” He gently scolded, running his finger in a straight line between your crotch. Did he know? How did he find out? You never disclosed your anatomy to anyone. As far as anyone was aware, you were just a regular boy who happened to be short and pretty. Yet, he didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised by the fact that he couldn’t feel a cock in your pants.

His fingers kept gliding over your clothed crotch, and his lips sealed yours. You could feel yourself get just a little wet at the sudden simulation. His tongue ran over your lips and he nipped at your bottom lip, but you didn’t let up. He pinched you and you gasped, and he immediately took the chance to swipe his tongue into your mouth.

He was practically stealing your breath away, and you tugged at his hair, wanting to breathe. He pulled away, with a string of saliva connecting your lips and his. “You’re into pulling hair?” He laughed. You shook your head, and he flashed a look to Geto. What the fuck was going on? Why the hell was Gojo doing this, and in front of Geto?

He pulled your underwear down and you barely had any time to react before his mouth was on your folds, licking desperately. You made some weird pitchy noise like “Unh” and your back arched. Both involuntarily. It was hard to control yourself.

“Gojo, what the fuck?” You said before immediately squealing a little when he pinched your thigh hard . He glared at you, but didn’t pull his mouth away from you. “It’s Satoru.” Geto corrected. “He’s so mean, isn’t he?” His voice oozed with fake sympathy.

You were in a pretty weird situation- Gojo was on his knees in front of you, your thighs on his shoulders, and his face buried in your crotch. And Geto was just watching . It was unnerving.

Gojo slid his tongue up and swirled it around your clit, making you buck your hips up. His eyes darkened and he started sucking your clit, making you produce all sorts of keening noises. His fingers slipped in, ignoring the resistance of your walls, and your eyelids forced themselves shut when his fingers started moving in and out quickly.

“I can’t decide whether I wanna make you cum on my face, or if the first time I make you cum should be on my dick.” Gojo said breathlessly, unlatching his mouth for a few seconds to talk. He didn’t wait for anyone to advise him though, and went back to lapping at your pussy.

You moaned and subconsciously started grinding your hips. It was weird, how even though you were the one being eaten out, he was groaning and moaning too. When you eventually gushed, you couldn’t tell which one of you was being louder.

He pulled away and you could finally feel how your legs were shaking, just a little. You blinked your eyes open to find Geto sucking on Gojo’s fingers, the same fingers that were just inside you-

His purple eyes were dark with what you could only assume with lust, and he was looking at you like he was about to devour you.

Gojo pulled his fingers out of Geto’s mouth with a wet pop and he walked back over to you. He grabbed your legs and put a leg on either side of his waist. All of a sudden you felt something intrude in your walls, making you grab at the sides of the desk. “Flip him over.” Geto commanded, and Gojo pulled out and flipped you on your stomach. He grabbed your hips, pushing your back down and lifting them up, making you arch your back.

You felt the intrusion again, making you want to press your face into something, just anything . He pushed his cock slowly into you, inch by inch. You don’t even know how much of it was in before you pressed your lips together and shut your eyes. You felt so full already, you didn’t know how the hell anything more was gonna fit. “I can’t take anymore.” You warned weakly. “Of course you can.” Gojo grunted, pushing more of himself inside you. You lowered your head and bit your lip, making him pull you backwards and lift your hips higher. “Can’t keep it arched, huh?” He sounded breathless, but still so fucking smug. By the time you felt his hips finally connect to your ass, you were seeing stars. You could feel how deep he was in you and it felt like too much already.

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, and repeated several times, getting a little faster each time. His restraint eventually snapped and he just sped up, thrusting in and out of you so fast and so hard. You were moaning so damn loudly, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So damn warm and wet-” Gojo babbled as he thrust. “You know you’re so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect- hah , you keep fluttering around me whenever I praise you. You like that?”

Of course he was the talkative type. You could hardly remark on it though, not when you were too busy getting your brain fucked right out of your skull.

His hand snaked down to your clit and every thought instantly evaporated into nothing.

It didn’t take long for you to cum after that, your walls clenching around him desperately as you cried out. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, fuck -” He whimpered before cumming in you.

He pulled out and let go of your hips, and you felt the warm liquid seep out. It was finally over, you finally got to rest after having two orgasms-

But then a finger swiped upwards, pushing the semen back into your hole. You didn’t recall Gojo’s fingers being so thick…?

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Geto purred. Ah. Of course. That was Geto’s finger. You’d only noticed by sight, before, how Gojo had longer, thinner fingers whereas Geto had thicker ones. And now you got to feel it too.

His hand grabbed your hair and pulled it, making you yelp. “I asked you a question.” His voice was so cold . “Aren’t you gonna answer?” He was yanking your hair in such a way that he was forcing you to arch more- to the point where it hurt -, and you really didn’t want to find out what he would do if you didn’t answer.

“Yes!” You snapped, resulting in a sharp slap to your ass. “ I’ll be good for you, Suguru. Say that. And make it cute.” He commanded sharply. Wasn’t he the one talking about how mean Gojo was?

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you Suguru-” You said quickly, sounding breathless. He let go of your hair and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, making you flinch. “Good boy.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hot.

You barely had a warning before he slipped into you. Only the head was in, but you could already tell your earlier observations about their fingers applied to somewhere else, too.

He pushed into you slowly, and you felt like you were being split open. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk roughly, desperate for reprieve.

His thrusts were painfully slow, making you really feel him stretching your walls. You whined, shifting your hips, only for him to squeeze them before holding them in place.

“You need something, baby?” His voice was low and seductive. He was being so mean earlier but he seemed so nice now. He pushed your hair away from your ear before putting his mouth directly on it. “C’mon, use your words.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning on your ear, causing you to shudder. “Can you..” Were you really about to ask him to fuck you faster? The same guy who’s been tormenting you ever since you entered this school?

“Can I what?” You could hear the grin in his voice, that bastard. “Go faster.” You finished your sentence. It was barely out of your mouth before he picked up speed, making you see white. All that could come out of your mouth was “oh my god”, and even then it was probably silent. He, like Gojo, was vocal, but he was still quieter than his friend.

You couldn’t tell which one of them was more unbearable; Gojo’s unnaturally deep thrusts coupled with his loud whimpers, or Geto’s abnormal stretch and temperamental treatment.

When his hips started stuttering, he immediately started massaging your clit, making you finish with him. Your stomach finally made contact with the desk, and you just rested your cheek on its hard surface as you panted. You could feel your thighs shake, feel their cum dripping out of your used cunt.

“So fucking hot. Damn, I should’ve brought my camera with me.” Gojo’s voice cut in. “You have a phone for a reason, don’t you?” Geto replied. “Well, yeah, but the quality .” He whined.

“Oh, well. I’ll bring it next time!” Gojo said cheerfully. You raised your head off the desk to glare at him. “Fuck you mean next time ?” You said incredulously. He smiled and tilted his head. “What, did you think this was nearly enough? We really meant it, you know. We like you.”

I Bloom For You (Gojo Satoru x Reader) (Angst)

Your phone was always in your pocket. Satoru remembered that about you. It would stay in your pocket all day long, only coming out when you feel the vibrations of an oncoming call or message.

You rarely took photos, mostly because you would forget about the fact that your phone existed. Satoru wasn’t like that, though. He had his own camera that he would bring with him. It was filled with photographs of his friends, his students, of you .

Most photos of you were taken by others. Selfies on Shoko’s phone of you and her. Group photos taken by strangers. And Satoru’s favorite; photos where you were caught off-guard. Picturing you when you were in the middle of laughing or talking. Pictures of you where you were busy doing something, like cooking or sewing together an old toy.

Videos of you were extremely rare, but were mostly your own doing. You would record yourself trying out a new stove and send it to the group chat, asking everyone if it was normal for the stove to have mini-explosions every time you turned it on (it wasn’t). Or record yourself sewing, explaining how to certain stitches and what they’re good for.

Satoru wished he took videos of you. Voice recordings of you. He was starting to forget what your laugh sounded like. He was starting to forget the way your fingers would tap quietly against the nearest surface when you were stressed. The way your thighs would bounce up and down when you were anxious and overwhelmed. The way your eyes would move.

He could remember all the facts about you, things that didn’t require him to have visual or auditory memory. Your favorite flowers were roses, specifically red roses. You loved cooking, it was part of your love language. You were good with kids, and both kids and animals loved you. You weren’t shy about physical affection, even in public.

Your love language was ‘acts of service’. You always specified that it was your way of showing love, not your way of receiving love. When questioned about it, you revealed you loved receiving physical affection. So naturally, Satoru would constantly find an excuse to touch you. Holding hands when walking in public, a hand on your shoulder when he was talking to someone, and of course, he would always greet you with a hug. You accepted all his affection with a smile. God, he missed your smile. He missed the warmth of your body. He missed you.

—

He dropped a rose on your grave. There was a fresh crown of flowers on your gravestone, probably made by Tsumiki and left there by Megumi.

—

You always kept track of Megumi and Tsumiki’s old toys, and kept them in tiptop condition. Same with their clothes. You weren’t their parent, and they weren’t even your responsibility. They were Satoru’s responsibility. Yet you went out of your way to help him out anyways. Babysitting Tsumiki when Satoru would take Megumi on missions, or babysitting both of them when Satoru went on missions alone. Cleaning their rooms, folding their clothes, taking them out. You took care of them as if they were your own.

You took care of Satoru, too. Cooking for him, even though he was perfectly capable of cooking for himself. Cleaning his house when he was away on missions. Letting him lay in your lap when he had headaches, and gently playing with his hair to soothe him.

The love you two had for each other was so genuine and pure . You were kind and gentle, and Satoru had always thought you were the cutest person he’d ever met. You weren’t perfect, obviously. You had trouble managing your time, and would always try to get out of doing work when you didn’t feel like it. When you got angry, you would shut everyone out. But Satoru loved you nonetheless. He loved you, flaws and insecurities and all.

You loved him too. It was very obvious. You would run into his arms as soon as you saw him. You always smiled at him, never allowed yourself to say a single bad thing about him (nor did you allow others to). You would pull him down to pepper his face in kisses. You would plan all your dates ahead of time and make sure everything was to his liking.

Lots of other people loved you too, of course. Shoko loved how considerate you were, how you always spent time with her any way you could. Whether it was taking her for drinks, or simply sitting with her in the infirmary, you made sure she wasn’t spending all her time alone. Nanami loved how you were kind but still firm. You would spoil everyone to death, but it didn’t stop you from scolding them. You even scolded Nanami sometimes. Suguru- before he left- loved how you could always smile. No matter how pained or upset you were, you were still able to muster up a smile.

You loved, and were loved. By your friends, your students, by Satoru .

Yet you went and died. How could it be fair? How could your light be extinguished so easily?

—

You texted the group chat when you had received your mission. “Have any of you been to Yamanashi? I’ve got work there..” Nanami had been the first to reply. “Not yet. Only to nearby cities, and they were dangerous. Be careful.”

You merely replied with a thumbs up emoji. It was the last message you ever sent in the groupchat.

Your last ever text message was an “I love you” that you had sent to Satoru. He knew this because your phone had remained whole and intact, with only the screen protector having cracks on it. He replaced the screen protector, thus restoring your phone. He would frequently unlock your phone, only to look at your gallery.

You had many pictures of Megumi and Tsumiki. In fact, you had more pictures of the students than anyone else. You had maybe 10 group photos with your friends, all of which were sent to you by them. You pretty much never took pictures, but clearly made an exception for the kids.

You had a few selfies, a few racy pictures, none of which you ever posted.

It was an odd feeling, to look at your gallery and know that it would never have any new additions to it ever again.

Your death wasn’t an easy one, of course. Suguru’s death was as painless as Satoru could make it; a small hollow purple aimed right at his heart. But yours? Your body was taken apart by the special grade curse that you had the misfortune of encountering. Satoru was used to seeing bodies that were nothing but a pile of organs, nothing but bits of flesh. But he couldn’t even bear the thought of you dying like that. He was forbidden from retrieving your body, the task instead being given to Zenin Naobito. What he wasn’t forbidden from, however, was hunting down every single curse in the Yamanashi precinct.

It wasn’t an easy task. Yamanashi had more curses- especially high level curses- than anywhere else. The strength of curses was no problem to Satoru, but the number of them most certainly was. It wasn’t like he could just hollow purple the entire precinct. He had to hunt the curses down one by one.

Would it bring you back? Of course not. Would it get rid of the pain in his heart? Obviously, no. But he had to do something , he couldn’t just sit back idly doing nothing after you died .

—

“A rose? How romantic.” A voice remarked from behind him. Shoko had also come to pay her respects to you.

You didn’t have a shrine or altar, as your family never bothered with either. In fact, your funeral was arranged by none other than you . All arrangements made when you were in your early twenties. You had picked your grave and prepared the epitaph, and even chose which urn your ashes would rest in. It was utterly morbid. You had arranged for your ash-filled urn to be buried in the ground in place of a body. All sorcerers had to be cremated, after all.

Shoko wasn’t one for meaningless gestures. Yet she, too, brought a flower with her. A sweet pea; which means ‘departure’ or ‘good memories’ in flower language. The rose that he left had multiple meanings; generally speaking, leaving a rose on someone’s grave symbolizes their love and respect for you. But he had another reason, too. They were your favorite. You had always admired roses.

Two flowers rested on your grave now, along with the crown of white flowers on your gravestone. You never liked bouquets, saying that they were too grandiose and impersonal. You would have liked this, if you were here. You always found singular flowers more personal, always thought that flower crowns were more thoughtful.

It’s been a while since you.. ‘departed’. You never mentioned whether or not you’d want an altar, but perhaps it’s about time that Satoru made one for you. He crouched down, smoothing nonexistent dirt off your gravestone. “Do you think I should make an altar?” He asked quietly.

Shoko looked at him sadly, but before she could respond, another person did. “Yes.” It was Nanami. He had brought a small cluster of white and yellow daisies, 5 flowers knotted together. It made sense; daisies were often left on graves and altars.

“We ought to remember our friend. If none of us makes an altar, then who will?” Nanami wasn’t the emotional type, nor the sentimental type. But you were practically his closest friend. He was only on first-name basis with you , and no one else.

You didn’t have a lot of friends, but you were very close with the ones you did have. Your contacts list didn’t have many people on it. There weren’t many people at your funeral. Satoru still remembered it. It was horrible , and depressing.

—

Everyone was dressed in black. Nanami had to excuse himself for a few minutes, most likely to cry. Even Shoko couldn’t suppress her tears. Satoru’s eyes and throat burned with the need to let it all out , but he kept a straight face. All the students were here, even the students who left the school. The only people missing were your family.

Everyone there had written something for you. Your effect on the people around you was incredibly obvious: you were a positive force in everyone’s life.

After the funeral, once Satoru was finally alone, he broke down. You were gone . Really, truly gone .

—

Shoko’s fingers twitched as they lingered over her pocket. Rather than grabbing her pack of cigarettes like she most likely wanted to, her hands smoothed over her pockets and she spoke. “It’s been a year. It’s been too long. But.. I do think an altar would be good.”

So they were all in agreement.

Your altar was a group effort. It wasn’t simply something that Satoru would throw money at, it was something personal.

Once it was finally ready, it was immediately filled with offerings. Flowers, bowls of rice, cups of water. Satoru stood in front of your altar and got down on one knee. He had a very nontraditional offering.

“I love- loved you. I always have and always will. And before you died, I was planning on proposing.” He opened a small black velvet box that contained a beautiful ring in; a golden band encasing a moonstone gem. He looked at it sadly. He had picked yellow gold over white gold, since yellow gold looked better on you. And he picked moonstone because you loved his eyes, and said you wanted to stare at them forever. Around his neck was his own ring; white gold encasing a gem the color of your eyes. He loved your eyes, too. They were warm and mesmerizing. They pulled him in like a deep body of aerated water. He loved everything about you, really.

“I’m yours. And I’ll be yours forever. Until we meet again..” He trailed off. He closed the box and placed it on the altar, right in front of your portrait.

He knew he would die someday, and he hopes that when he dies he gets to see you again. You, like every other sorcerer, died too soon. He’ll spend the rest of his life loving you, and cherishing your memory.

Even when he forgets the sound of your laugh, even when he forgets what your voice sounded like. Even when he’s at his highest, and when he’s at his lowest. He’ll always love you.