I'm never gonna look at life the same way after watching this K-Drama... 🥲 I'm bawling every episode, bruh! 😭

This series hurts just as much even for a child of divorce. It hurts just as much because I am a child of divorce lol 🥲🥲🥲

tags and content warnings: pre-ch. 236, clan head reader, established relationship, angst and romance, coming together before parting ways.

lifted from ch. 4 of my fic asleep among endives.

The candlelight crackled softly between you and your husband, the heat scaring away the chill of this December night. The silver moonlight only seeped into a crack between the closed doors. Your clan's estate was subsequently vacated, its residents ushered to Kyoto to live under the wing of the existing Gojo Clan. In a sense, it was like you and Satoru were the only people in the world at that very moment.

"Oh? Are you actually sleepy already?" You teasingly asked Satoru, who lay motionless on your futon, his yukata haphazardly closed. On your desk were two letters that looked to have been completed only recently. "Are these for…?"

His expression was quiet and a bit unreadable, but you could sense the gravity of the moment from the way his eyes clenched close. The all-seeing eyes he's had ever since he was born have never failed him, but for once in his life, he wanted to turn them off for good. You did not speak for a while, the crackling of the little spark filling the silence of the night.

"I heard your brother already spoke to the people at home," he started, referring to his clansmen in Kyoto. "My family will keep yours safe, regardless of—"

"No, don't speak of likelihoods. You promised," you said, cutting him off from speaking any further. "You and I... We're not saying goodbye tonight."

"Of course not," Satoru chuckled to himself. He was prompted to sit up from his languorous recline when you slowly lowered yourself to straddle him, licking his lips in anticipation as he received you in his arms. Yet all of the mischief he felt receded as you faced him with eyes shining with tears that had yet to fall.

"I would trade lives with you if I could. If I could spare you from this…"

He opened his mouth to argue, but he bit his tongue. Rather than miring this evening with arguments and rhetoric, he held back, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. The silence spoke volumes of the comfort he felt whenever he was around you, and it was louder than any words could convey.

Yet you knew deep down that there was no sparing him from this. His lot in life had been decided ever since he was born, ever since he tipped the delicate balance of Jujutsu society. You merely took comfort in the fact that you were one of the very few things he chose for himself. He was never a firm believer in fate, even from before, but you knew he must have thanked his lucky stars countless times now for blessing him with another half he actually liked.

"I'll wait for you," you said, your voice hardly a whisper as you anchored yourself to him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that shared a flavor of your intertwined past and the hope of a future yet uncertain. "Come home to me, okay?"

Satoru nodded. He nodded as he pulled you in for another kiss. He was in no position to make any promises, so he just said what you wanted to hear. Fortunately, it was all he wanted to say.

"I love you."

In a sorcery world where soulmates are identified by vibrant colours, it was a splash of blue that transformed your bleak and monochromatic life as the reluctant heir of your clan into something else entirely— a sorcerer of your own making, one with complete faith in her own abilities. 

For many years, the Koganei Clan of Tokyo's coveted Kin'iro no Namida failed to manifest in the long line of esteemed clan members, only to appear in you, a miracle child born from the branch family sworn to servitude. You were raised in the main family, albeit resentfully, due to the extraordinary circumstances of your birth. You found no joy in that life, though. 

In the summer of 1997, the fledgling clan head of the superpower Gojo Clan fancied you a playmate, one headstrong enough to disregard the warnings about befriending a little god who might ensnare you with a curse. When you first met the young Satoru, everything around you turned a lovely sky blue. Little did you know that the very same thing happened to him, and you painted his life in shining gold-like sunlight. 

In 2006, you entered the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College as a first-year student, the only healer in your class of three. You did not witness the devastation that forced Satoru to unlock his untapped potential when he was on the brink of death, the little god from your childhood now revered as the strongest sorcerer of your generation. 

While the tides of conflict threatened to pull you apart, an unstoppable gravitational force only seemed to draw the two of you together. Gojo Satoru was always destined to find you, his sun— and what better place for the sun to be than in the sky?

A canon-compliant soulmate fic spanning the many years of your relationship with Gojo Satoru— twilight, the sun, ordinary days, side by side. 

[A Gojo Satoru x Reader fic, completed]

⚜ This fic will not use 'yn' and instead follow my usual naming convention. Please kindly see yourself out if you're uncomfortable with fics using placeholder names for the reader. I do not use 'yn' in any of my fics. I still use 'you'/second-person pronouns and write with a generic (f) reader in mind. I use "Otome" as a placeholder as it means maiden, or Maiden-chan, which pretty much translates to 'yn'.

✾ Chapter List —

Asleep Among Endives is finally complete. Thank you to all who have read this behemoth of a fic. I know it took a while for me to complete it, but I finally found the motivation to do so. 🌻

Tysm Akutami-sensei for the gift of Gojo Satoru. He is the moment.

Now that I've completed this, it's time for my Satoru shoujosei leading man agenda to prosper! 🌻

River Blue

tags and content warnings: SFF Company 8 Captain Akitaru Obi x (f) First Class Fire Soldier reader. Unspecified timeframes & flashbacks, + possible spoilers for the later part of the anime/manga. Reader is so down bad for Obi, but your feelings are eventually reciprocated. Tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, and implied sexual content.

⚜ This fic will not use 'yn' and instead follow my usual naming convention. Please kindly see yourself out if you're uncomfortable with fics using placeholder names for the reader. I do not use 'yn' in any of my fics. I still use 'you'/second person pronouns and write with a generic (f) reader in mind. I use "Otome" as a placeholder as it means maiden, or Maiden-chan, which pretty much translates to 'yn'. The name isn't mentioned often and is just for the sake of my preferences since I find it jarring to write 'yn' frequently.

wc: 4.1k

Asakusa's night skies were dotted with stars. 

It was a stark difference from the cloudy nights you always saw from your dorm window and the rooftop at your headquarters in Tokyo. 

"So pretty…" You marveled from the window of the ryokan you were staying in, the empty lacquered sakazuki in your hand reflecting the light of the celestial bodies in the jet-black sky. You donned the yukata the ryokan provided for you to complete the vibe of a vacation, but you were hardly enjoying drinking by yourself. It was a pity the rest of the company wasn't there, except for you— and one other. You were certain they would have enjoyed the short vacation. No alarms, no drills in the morning, no boisterous young men arguing over breakfast… All of which you were already starting to miss. 

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

cw: spoilers for jjk ch. 244 onwards.

"Come with me."

It was a plea. A tender request dripping in concern, longing, and hope that you would say yes. Noritoshi made it perfectly clear to everyone present in that discussion that he planned to leave Japan with his family at the nearest time possible, and he was going to do it regardless of the outcome of the battle between Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna.

You thought it was thoughtless of him at first, that he would be leaving behind his allies in such a desperate situation. (Worst of all, he would be leaving you.) He could still do something, after all. There was so much more he could teach Itadori. Noritoshi was the most diligent person you've—

"Come with me," he said, as though it were the easiest thing to do in the world. Would that it were so simple...