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purpleyoonn · 11 months

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red string 2

“our connection is determined by a tiny invisible string”

summary: you figured it was too late for your string to solidify, used to the idea of finding someone on your own, who also never got their string. However, your string began to tug when you least expected it, to the last person or people you would have ever thought.

genre: soulmate au, red string of fate au, poly au,

pairing: BTS (Yoongi centered) x Reader

status: ongoing (random updates)

warnings: slight yandere themes, insecure reader, alcohol, talks of jealousy, soul bonds, mentions of past abuse,

chapter warnings: soul pain, first meetings, running away, mc didn’t really want a bond, cinderella-esque plot line, mc is cynical, allusions to past abusive relationship, bad flashbacks, kind-of kidnapping but not really??, soul tug, mc has ptsd,

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masterlist // part 1 // part 3

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Previously on Red String:

“If Mr. Min saw you carrying her, you would need the medical room.” The guard’s words were blunt, but a little worrying.

“Mr. Min? You don’t mean…” Hong visibly paled as he looked down at you, his mind making the connection you didn’t want to say. His grip loosens as Hyunsoo takes you from his arms.

“I don’t need to remind you of the NDA you signed, do I, Hongmin?” The man who found you shook his head quickly, before looking down at you once more and walking away. You could almost see his body shaking as he did so.

Still unable to move your neck, you grumble into the guard’s chest.

“So, how’s it goin?” You ask, your brain’s defense system seeing sarcasm as its only choice.

The guard assigned to you was immensely stoic; silent in a way you couldn’t even crack a smile out of the man as you grumbled to yourself.

“You know, this was not how I wanted to spend my birthday. I imagined, well, hoped for, a nice drink and take out with a crappy movie I could laugh mindlessly to. Not having fate move against me and trap me against the bathroom door.” The guard just kept walking, sometimes stopping to adjust you in his arms as your body arguably continued to let gravity do its job, more or less against your will but who were you to fight against fate when it went with your own wishes.

“So, where are we goin?” You asked him, trying to get the man to crack, but he just continued to ignore you. You weren’t going to give up though.

You could vaguely hear the music playing, the concert still happening as you were being brought to your doom. You wondered where the man was taking you, only slightly correct in the idea that you would be brought to a waiting room of some sort. However, you realized you were wrong when you were brought to a very nice room, three big couches taking up the left of the room while a couple of tables and vanities took up the other half.

The guard, and consequently you, only made it a couple of steps in before the door was being opened again. Well, more like the door was slammed open, almost flying off its hinges as the man you were trying to run from pushed his way into the room. You would have laughed at the growl coming from Yoongi’s lips if it wasn’t aimed in your direction, and a shiver raced up your spine. You were practically shaking in the guard’s arms!

Yoongi was surely gone, Agust D taking his place as the dark look in his eyes takes in your figure, resting in the arms of the guard he had assigned to watch you. He couldn’t explain the rage he felt when he saw you in the arms of someone else; someone who wasn’t him! You were his bond, his red string! He could feel the growing possessiveness he held for you, his instincts screaming at him.

“Sirs, I—” The guard tried to explain but began to stutter after being pinned with six other glares that accompanied Yoongi’s; looks that radiated anger and power looked at him, and only then did the guard realize what he was doing wrong. He didn’t understand why the guard was holding you when he said not to touch you.

Yoongi just held his hand up, stopping the man from continuing his apologies, and stepped forward, arms reaching to take you from him. You only grunted, not exactly wanting to be in Yoongi’s arms but unfortunately, the stupid soul tug was still in effect. You couldn’t fight against the idol who now tightened his embrace around you and cradled you to his chest like a lost kitten. Like he expected you to jump from his arms any second and run.

Well, he wouldn’t be wrong.

It’s not like I could make it far anyways. You answered the stupid voice in your head.

You ignored the warmth building in your veins, ignoring the way Yoongi’s touch had your body unwillingly relaxing into his arms as you tried to move your head to see where your strings led.

You had almost forgotten about your fourth string, now split into four other pieces, each leading to the members you had yet to meet. You had seven total strings and each one led to one of the boys.

Man, Lindsey was right.

Let’s not tell her that, though. You internally cringed, knowing exactly how your best friend would react. The words “I told you so” would not be the last thing leaving her mouth, unfortunately. She would never let you live this moment down. Ever.

You couldn’t hear anything Namjoon was saying to the guard who brought you here, only seeing the dragon eyes aimed at the shorter man, and the way the guard was nodding every couple seconds. Within a minute the guard had all but ran out of the door, Namjoon turning to you with a smirk on his lips.

You were about to make some remark to the taller man smirking at you but your breath whooshed out instead when Yoongi turned you around and sat down with you still in his arms. He adjusted you so your head was resting back against his shoulder and you were facing the room, feeling entirely too exposed.

“You’re not very good at running, are you?” Yoongi murmured into your ear, causing that stupid, heated blush to creep up your neck and ears. You could practically feel the damn smirk creeping on his lips.

“You knew I’d be here.” You stated, now having put everything together. They were responsible for your and Lindsey’s seat changes and for the guards keeping an eye on you., making you feel watched and panicked.

“We did say we wanted to speak with you in private…” You turn your head to see Taehyung and Jimin seated on a smaller loveseat to your right. Taehyung had a neutral expression but you could see in his eyes something different, while Jimin was just hopeful, watching your own facial expressions carefully.

You look down at Taehyung’s words, feeling the pain of rejection and hurt all over again. You didn’t think you wanted to have a conversation that would lead to where you thought it was going to, so you wanted to avoid it all together.

It seemed Yoongi could tell where your thoughts were going, moving his arm from around your waist to slowly trail his fingers up your arm and to your wrist, turning your left hand over connecting his palm with yours, intertwining his fingers with yours causing the thick, dark red string connecting you to glow for a couple of seconds before returning to normal. The bond snapping back into place after being incomplete from your first meeting.

The first stage of the bond, the soul tug, was meant to ensure that the bond was being completed. This meant you now couldn’t go be more than a few feet from any of the boys once you had physical contact. By you running, and now Yoongi holding you, the first stage had begun.

You try to leave his grip, feeling the tingling and numbness in your toes starting to disappear, but unfortunately, the rest of your body was not so lucky. When Yoongi noticed your attempts, he smiled smugly, taking advantage of the fact that you couldn’t move or leave him by holding you tighter against him.

“Do you not feel the tug? Do you not feel the way your body relaxes against Yoongi’s touch, even against your own subconscious?” Namjoon’s questions have you tensing again, not wanting to answer his question, instead you stare at your bonds, noticing the tugging sensation and the ripples in color whenever one of them moves.

“Do you not feel the bond you so obviously share with us, the one you continue to fight against?” Namjoon continues, frowning as Yoongi leans back to rest against the back of the couch, your body unhappily following along. Your cheeks grow hot again, your body working against you and showing the way you feel about the answers to his questions, completely giving you away to the intelligent leader.

“Ignoring the feelings you have for the bond; it does not ignore the fact that we are soulmates. Your strings are connected to ours. You are ours whether you like it or not. We aren’t going to let you go and we aren’t going to just let you walk out of here without us by your side.” You open your mouth in shock at the leader’s words, wondering where in the hell he got is audacity from?! The rest of the boys were nodding their heads in agreement, as if they had already discussed this.

Which they probably did, the little voice in your head tells you.

You ignore the voice and you ignore the butterflies in your stomach at Namjoon’s claim. You hadn’t realized how much you would love the idea of being claimed until it was staring you in the face, with a little tilt of the head and a raise of the eyebrow.

Before you could argue against his words, you could feel your phone in your back pocket vibrating. You sighed out in relief and hoped you could use this as an excuse to leave.

Lindsey you are a life saver! You praised your best friend in your head, only to start cursing as you felt Yoongi reaching for your phone, his hand resting just a little too long against the curve of your ass before taking your phone out of your pocket.

“Give me—" You’re cut off but Yoongi pressing the answer button and pressing your phone to his own ear.

“Where the hell are you dude? You disappeared and missed the entire concert! I’ve been looking for you everywhere and trying to think nice thoughts while one of those guards from earlier follows me around!”

“I’m sorry about that. You must be Lindsey?” Yoongi’s voice was soft, like velvet as he spoke to your friend. You were in shock at the change in his voice, from sultry to being as sweet and innocent as can be.

“Who is this and why do you have my best friend’s phone?”

“This is—”

“Is this Yoongi? Oh my god! Uhm, you know what, never mind. Just make sure she goes to bed on time. She gets cranky in the mornings.” Yoongi wasn’t even able to get a couple words out before Lindsey recognized his voice.

Hmm. It seems our little soulmate told her friend about us. And she approves. Yoongi hummed to himself as Lindsey hung up the phone after promising she would give your things to the guard following her, assuming that he was working with the boys and she was right.

“Well, it seems as though your friend is just fine with you coming home with us.” Yoongi’s smile brightened as he watched the others faces light up, Jungkook was especially excited as he knew you were his age. He hoped you liked to cuddle, seeing as the others never liked to stay in bed as long as he did.

“What… I…uh?” You stammered, brain moving too slow as you tried to come up with a way out if this, forgetting the fact you still couldn’t move.

You hear a slap and see Jungkook bouncing in his seat, clearly excited for you to come home with them. He was slapping his thighs and talking animatedly to Jin about all of the things he planned to do with you. You would have been completely endeared by his plan to play video games with you if you weren’t internally freaking out.

“I can’t go with you!” You blurted out, cringing a little at how loud you were.

“Why not?” Hoseok inquired; eyebrow raised as he watched you come up with an excuse.

“I, uhm, don’t have any clothes.” You replied, a little proud of your quick answer only for your smile to shatter at Jimin’s words.

“We can give you some!” You paled at his own excitement, not wanting to crush his plainly obvious feelings of hope. Strike one.

“I don’t have any of my things.” Someone knocked on the door, Jin moving around to reveal a man holding onto your bag making you rest your head back against Yoongi’s shoulder, trying to think.

“Look, your bag is right here.” Strike two.

“You guys must be really busy. I don’t want to bother you or anything��” Your last hope to weasel your way out of the situation was destroyed by Taehyung, his smile wide as he counters your words.

“Actually, we planned for you to come with us anyways. We have the next couple of weeks free. You know, we don’t want the soul pain to start.” Taehyung has his own moment of satisfaction as he sees your face pale at his words, knowing all of your plans to leave were thwarted by him.

Fuck, you cursed.

How in the world did you forget about the soul pain period?

It’s not my fault! I forget a lot of things.

Well, now you can’t be more than a couple feet from them without immense pain. Good job.

You had completely forgotten that when a bonded person meets their soulmate or soul group, completely, for the first time, the string snaps together, leaving each person with only a few feet of leeway to move away. It could last for several days or weeks, depending on the bond and how many people are connected. With your luck and how the universe seems to be against you, you guessed it would be months before you were able to leave.

Strike three and you’re out.

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You pouted the entire way to the boy’s home, unable to move even an inch from Yoongi’s arms without the slight pain tugging at your chest making you groan out and want to gouge your heart out. How dare your body do this to you?

The boys, on the other hand, were all making bets on how long you would try to fight them. They could tell this was just some sort of defense mechanism and were all building their own individual plans to make you theirs. They knew it was only a matter of time before you were seeking them out.

“Welcome home, baby.” Jin smiled down at you as he unlocked the door. It made your insides tingle and made your head hurt all at the same time. For a second you couldn’t remember why you were fighting against this, everything becoming jumbled together in your head. You couldn’t remember the fear you felt for the bond, the trauma from your last relationship almost disappearing from your mind as Jin smiled at you.

Your thoughts were forgotten when Namjoon placed his hand on your back, helping you inside, through the living room and down the hallway until you appeared at the entry of a room with a very large, wall to wall bed. It looked like the comfiest cloud of softness you had ever seen.

You were practically melting at the idea of being able to lay in the soft warmth you could only imagine you would feel.

“Why don’t you get changed, baby.” Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk at your face, the way it changed from adoration to a deadpan as you looked up at him.

“I’m not changing in front of you.”

“Baby, I can almost guarantee you’re going to want to strip in front of me eventually…if it’s not me undressing you.” Jungkook retorted, smirk growing into a devilish grin as your eyes narrowed.

“You wish I would undress for you.” You snap back, trying to take a step back only for the tug to bring you closer than before. This makes Jungkook’s grin widen.

“Baby, it’s not a wish.” Jungkook pushes further, an inch away from being able to steal a kiss from your lips, and boy was he tempted!

Until he noticed the fear behind your eyes, causing him to step back and turn around. He was mortified! You had thought he was going to force himself on you?! He needed to talk to the others, but how were they going to do that when the soul tug was active?

When you were finished changing into the oversized shirt and shorts, you timidly tapped on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’m uh, I’m changed now.” Your entire demeanor had shifted, flashback after flashback trying to steal your vision as you forced yourself not to shake. You were scrappy, you knew that, but only to defend your own mind from what it saw as a threat.

You could not put yourself in a position to be vulnerable again. (But you also didn’t want to let on that anything was wrong. You couldn’t have that conversation. Not right now, hopefully not ever.)

“I’m sorry if I pushed you. I was only teasing.” Jungkook tried to apologize, his hand reaching out to grasp onto your arm but you flinched away from him, the soul tug allowing you a few feet leeway.

“It’s uh, it’s okay.” You rushed out, trying to end the conversation before you could imagine where it would go. But Jungkook was observant, and he could practically feel the pain in your heart. Something happened. Something that had you flinching away and fighting a soul bond.

And he had a bad feeling about it.

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sky-dragon-03 · 1 month

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Bumbleby week

Day 3: Soulmates / Reincarnation

Hope y’all like it 💜🐝

#rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby #rwby fanart #bmblb #rwby bmblb #my artwork #thats a window #soulmates au #red string of fate #red string au #this is one of my favorites #bumbleby week

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i-think-in-metaphors · 3 months

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My valentines exchange work for @library-of-cronos :3. Doing a perspective piece like this was…interesting but kinda fun

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #everlasting trio #red string of fate #red string au

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bidisastersanji · 5 months

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"Zoro gets lost because he uses his red string of fate like a compass- and that's why Sanji always finds him" was one of the first things I posted and now it's real! I got three chapters and here's the first part below the cut. Click here to read it on AO3 if you prefer. each part is around 1.5k words. edit: part 2 here, part 3 here

Zoro has always been a simple man; one of actions over words and of tangible things over what he considers trivial. It’s therefore not surprising that, in a world where certain people are bound by fate, each in their own unique way- some rumoured to share markings on their skin, some with changing eye colours, or even some who feel phantom pains from across the sea- in such a spectacular world, Zoro doesn’t really linger on the red piece of thread tied to his pinky finger.

The red thread hasn’t ever really been a question in his mind, it just was.

As far back as he could remember, it’s just been there, infinitely stretching Northwards, unmoving and unseen by others. Subconsciously, he taught himself to use it as a compass to navigate his home island, Shimotsuki. He never had to remember to take it with him, and it reliably was always stretching in the same direction, which was perfectly convenient with the function he’d ascribed it. His odd way of getting around easily became second nature, a habit so deeply ingrained that he barely gave a second thought to the bright cord on his hand.

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He’s about eight years old when things change.

The first day Zoro gets lost, he thinks he might’ve missed one of the steps he memorised, jaw tight with repressed irritation at being reprimanded for his lateness to practice.

The second time he gets lost he’s in the forest, thick trees towering over him in all directions, and when the sun starts to lower in the sky, frustration bubbles up in his chest, tight and sour, stinging his eyes, threatening to spill out as he struggles to find his way back to the dojo. They must’ve cut down some trees or something, he scoffs to himself.

The third time he gets lost, he’s pretty certain that someone must be playing a prank on him and moved the garden shed from its usual spot. There’s no other reasonable explanation -short of the shed growing legs- seeing as he’s such a natural at getting around.

From then on, Zoro learns to accept that he lives in a world where people mysteriously move landmarks, buildings and roads around all the time. He tries not to take it too personally, being the target of all these pranks, but he does resent the time he wastes when getting around, as its precious time he could’ve been using to be training. Training to finally beat Kuina.

It takes him weeks to realise that maybe the string on his hand isn’t pointing in the same direction anymore.

Once he does notice, he notes that it periodically moves around- sometimes a bit, sometimes a lot, always right when he starts getting used to it damnit and no his sense of direction is just fine thank you. After the first couple of students at the dojo get their asses handed to them for teasing him about it, adults and children alike learn not to poke fun at the glaring, directionally challenged green-haired boy, no matter how often nor absurdly he gets turn around.

The only person that Zoro reveals his little secret to is Kuina.

He’s eleven, still a head or two shorter than her, and they’re taking a little break from sparring, sharing some homemade onigiri her mom made her. They’re sat in a tree’s shade, a pleasant breeze cooling their overheated skin, and she asks him about his infamously atrocious spatial navigation. He denies it at first, ears heating up in embarrassment, but after a couple more bites he decides if anyone were to know, it would have to be her. His friend. His only best friend.

The young Zoro reveals that he’s not really sure why he gets lost in the first place- he's always relied on the thread- not landmarks or maps, as he’s now learned others do- to tell up from down, but one day it just moved. His north star moved, and has kept on moving these past three years, and he still doesn’t know why, just that it’s a real bother.

“Your... thread?”

“Yeah.” he eagerly stuffs his mouth with more onigiri.

Her eyebrow raises quizzically. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

Zoro gestures to his pinky with a tilt of his chin and a wiggle of his finger. “You know. My red string. On my pinky.”

“Zoro, I really don’t. I don’t see anything...” She furrows her brow, thoughtful. “But mom did give me ‘the talk’ last week- maybe this has to do with your soulmate!” Sensing a certain disinterest from her junior, she goes on. “Based on the examples I’ve heard about; I’d say it’s likely that the piece of string on your finger leads to your other half.”

Zoro shrugs lazily. “Sounds like a drag, couldn’t this just be like, my inner compass or somethin’?”

Her eyes crinkle at that, a grin splitting her face from ear-to-ear. “What inner compass, moron? You always get lost. And aren’t you the least bit interested in the person on the other end?” She pokes him in the chest.

“Not really, no.” Zoro tries to brush off the taunt, lips pursed and palming his neck in a nervous tick.

“Ok, think about it this way,” Kuina calls for his attention, “Somewhere out there, on this wide, wide sea- or a faraway island, I guess, there’s someone meant for you. Your person. Your equal. Isn’t that the least bit exciting?”

The young boy’s scowl shifts into something softer, a pout. “I... guess?” He sighs. “I honestly don’t know- all I care about is becoming the best. Right now, Kuina, you’re my goal, you’re who I’m looking to. I don’t really care about this stranger, or fate, or anything like that. I’m gonna make my own destiny.”

Her shoulders shake as she laughs. “Why am I not surprised- Zoro, all you think about are swords and fighting. You’re hopeless. I kind of worry for whoever’s stuck with you-”

“Hey!” his nostrils flare with indignation. “They’re lucky to have me as a soulmate! I’m gonna be so strong- the strongest- and,” he slows down, realising she’d tricked him into caring, just a tiny bit, “a-and they’ll be the happiest soulmate ever ‘cause I’ll protect them.”

She hums in agreement, amused. “And you’ll cherish them, right?”

“Y-yeah...whatever.” he stands up abruptly, eager to change the topic and get back to training. “But my priority is to be the greatest swordsman- and don’t you forget it! I’ll beat you tomorrow for sure!”

After Kuina’s death, thoughts of soulmates and red threads rarely ever cross his mind.

At her funeral, he briefly wonders what’ll become of her soulmate, if she even had one, but it just brings bile to his throat. They’d never even met her- why did they even matter. They were the ones mourning her, the ones robbed of their beloved friend, daughter, rival- they were the ones left behind with a Kuina shaped hole in their chests. The bitter burn distracts from the heavy emptiness he can’t shake off, the cold wetness of grief seeping into his skin. He wholeheartedly leans into the fury, grateful for a target, a temporarily outlet for the howling tempest of emotions caused by the loss of his best friend.

Zoro’s world zeroes in on becoming the best. Pushing himself to the limit. Sparring, training. Constant practice and meditation. After Kuina’s death, there’s no student at the dojo for him to look up to, no ever-progressing goalpost he can set as a target. If he stays, he’ll continue being a big fish in a little pond.

Zoro leaves.

He sails the East Blue, seeking stronger and stronger opponents, cashing in bounties to get by. The Demon of the East Blue, they start calling him. But he’s still the same boy who gets lost, the ghost of a red thread distracting his steps and getting him turned around as he travels from island to island. His odd navigating system is as familiar and mechanical as the way his muscles move when he uses his swords, so ingrained he rarely registers that he’s eyeing the thin, tightly corded rope in his peripheral vision.

Arms tied back with a much thicker, tangible rope, body sore, throat parched and delirious from the burning sun, Zoro doesn’t have much to do in Shell Town’s military yard. For the first time in years, he lets himself contemplate the implications of what Kuina had explained to him- the implications of having a person out there meant for him. He wonders if they’ll ever meet- it seems unlikely if he died here. Which he won’t, of course. Because he’s going to be the world’s greatest swordsman, and not even death will keep him away from achieving his dream. Then- only then, will he maybe think of looking for whoever was stuck with him, he decides. It’ll be his decision.

For now, he’ll just keep following whatever path he feels will lead him to greatness.

And what an odd path he stumbles into. Zoro joins a pirate crew. He makes friends. They get into heaps of trouble, fighting the marines, a crazy clown, a creepy butler... Zoro is happy to test his mettle, to feel challenged once again, the rush of battle pulsing through his veins like the sweetest nectar, the comforting weight of his blades grasped in his hands and mouth.

It’s been a couple of days since they left Syrup village now, and from her spot on Merry’s bridge, Nami has been giving him weird looks.

“Did you hit your head?”

He huffs, miffed at being bothered during his nap. “No. Why’re you asking?”

“You haven’t been getting lost as much lately.” she smirks when she adds, “And I’ve seen you get lost on a smaller ship than this, once.”

His eyes roll. Fucking witch. “Dunno what you mean, my sense of direction is great.”

“And Luffy’s a great swimmer.”

They glare at each other for a moment. Sensing she won’t get any more info from the swordsman, Nami turns away first and sighing, returns her full attention to manning the ship’s helm.

Truth is, the thread had barely moved since they left Usopp’s home island, always pointing in the direction the Merry was sailing- not that Zoro had noticed. This rare situation enabled him to get the hang of the ship’s layout relatively well, and he’d been enjoying how easy it’d become to move around, even though he chalked it up to personal atunement to the Straw hats’ already beloved ship.

A few hours before they get to the Baratie, he thinks it’s a funny coincidence that the thread is pointing in the direction the Merry is going.

#zoro gets lost #zosan soulmate au #zosan #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan #one piece fanfiction #zosan fanfiction #zosan fic idea #red string of fate #part one of three #let me know what you think!#might get impatient and post part two pretty soon haha

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padawansuggest · 4 months

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Since I am obsessed with the red string of fate theory-

AU where Obi-Wan and Jango are dating. One day, since Obi-Wan was recently knighted, the council suggests he visits his birth family since he’s only had small contact with them since he was little, and it’s a practice they try to encourage.

Obviously Obi-Wan is all ‘oh great. A family reunion with all 7 of my siblings and 23 cousins and like seven aunts and uncles, this is gonna be great. At least they have sheep for me to cuddle’ and decides to go for it.

But since it’s gonna be chaos incarnate anyways. Let’s ask Jango if he wants to come with. It’s okay, because Stewjon is on the edge of Mando space so they’ll probably like his bf anyways.

Jango and Obi-Wan show up, they have a chaotic time with all the families, and Jango even thinks he should invite them all to Keldabe or maybe bring Jaster to meet them next time. Might as well become in laws. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, brought Shmi (who is flirting with one of his brothers lmaooo) and Anakin (who is being DOTED on by the fam) and so it’s all a big family now.

Anyways. One of those days Obi-Wan is pulled down to look through photo albums because that’s what families do.

And Obi-Wan stops on a photo that was taken a few months before he was sent to the Jedi temple. It’s a photo of a village fair they had that year, and he’s playing with some siblings while Mama and Daddy cook on the BBQ…

And in the background. Is a Mandalorian in full armor with an ad wearing their leathers. They look about nine or so.

Obi-Wan sees the pic and just fucking breaks down crying, because he hadn’t realized Jango was so cute as a kiddo, and that’s def Jaster Mereel, who hasn’t painted his armor a new colour in over twenty years, giving Jango an ice cream cone and looking so doting and loving on that ad it’s breaking all their hearts.

Anyways. They have copies made and hang it up everywhere they live and Jaster adores the picture. It’s sweet, and his boys look so happy.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #jangobi #red string of fate #red string au #soulmate au #you can also double the angst by making it a 1yo Obi and Jango with his first parents #but I doubt Obi could recognize Jango’s first parents on sight

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cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose · 3 months

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zosan modern soulmate au where everyone has a soulmate that connects them through a red string of fate.

Zoro and Sanji had been best friends since childhood. Sanji as a hopeless romantic had been dreaming of meeting his soulmate but somehow can't and still hasn't. Zoro doesn't care much (he likes Sanji for a long time, soulmate be damned) Sanji kept looking for his soulmate but their strings are so tangled, it's all over the place, into loops and knots that didn't make sense. He almost gave up thinking his soulmate did that on purpose since he didn't want Sanji. Zoro had enough of it and confessed that he'll be better than Sanji's soulmate will ever was. Sanji was moved and they kissed. Their string came untangled into one straight red with golden shine lime. Both are shocked but still happy about the revelation.

Sanji was pissed tho. His soulmate was by his side all along. It turns out, Zoro's lost all the time that made their string stretch and tangled.

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ps; wouldn't it be funny that one of their soulmate-hunting adventures. Sanji was following the string with Zoro by his side and they kept circling the city like into some random goose chase. Sanji gets frustrated. While Zoro thinks the soulmate was stupid for seemingly getting lost but also thinks the path feels so familiar.

#zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #one piece #au modern #zosan au #vinsmoke sanji #soulmates #red string of fate #red string au #zoro getting lost #sanji finds it endearing

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larkscern · 6 months

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red string (chain) of fate aus make me lose my mind

#art #digital art #fanart #saw (2004)#saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #chainshipping #soulmatea #soulmate au #red string of fate #red string au

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ksilberne · 7 months

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the Red String

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #disart #au ra #kai silberne #evie kiku #original characters #ocs #ancients #Erebus/Kai #Eirene/Evie #WoLship #OTP #red string of fate

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spirallingstarcases · 10 months

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“The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.” - Chinese Mythology

#it was just a lighting practice at first but i like the concept #we as a fandom are lacking in red string of fate aus #everyone needs to draw red string of fate aus rn or i blow this place up #spispeaks #spi.arts #peterick #rpf #pete wentz #fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #fob arts #fanart

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kamisatomay018 · 6 months

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We are bound together, forever..

Kamisato Ayato x Female Reader

As promised, a fanfic on the legend of the red string of fate! The winner of the poll was Ayato! This will be very fluff and pretty lengthy since it is a one shot. I hope you enjoy!

The waves crashed against the shore, birds flew together in harmony and trees swayed to the rhythm of the wind. The sun shone brightly, the fresh scent of flowers was spread all across the atmosphere. People were out and about, cherishing the beautiful day. Couples walked hand in hand, a man plucked a sweet flower and handed it to his beloved, smiling as her cheeks blushed. Married couples took their small children to the beaches, collecting seashells together, standing hand in hand watching their kids build sandcastles. In the Grand Narukami Shrine, newlyweds sought the blessings of the Sacred Sakura tree and prayed to the Almighty Shogun, asking for her blessings so that their love would be eternal.

Ayato stood on a hill near his home, alone and still. He watched people in love, young and old, their faces shining in happiness. Everyone else moved forward with their beloved, yet there he stood, alone with only half a heart, and half a soul. To the people of Inazuma, the Yashiro Commissioner was a powerful man, kind yet stern, and the most eligible and wanted man in the eyes of every woman. He took his duties so seriously, he was a loyal servant to the Shogun, and his hard work had been recognised by her and by all the citizens of Inazuma. He had a beautiful home, his sweetest sister, money, power, respect and authority. Surely he didn’t need anything else?

But what no one else understood was that behind the mask that the Yashiro Commissioner wore, existed a young and lonely man called Ayato. For years he had stood alone and strong for his sister, fighting countless battles ever since his parents passed away unexpectedly, leaving the Kamisato clan and the Yashiro Commission in his hands. Only Ayato knew the sacrifices, insults and threats he had faced when the reputation of his clan was in danger. Only he knew how he found the courage to face it all, being so young and alone. He did it for his sister, for his parents whose dying wish was for him to protect his sister. He had fulfilled his promise, his sister had grown up to be the kindest and prettiest young woman, delicate yet so strong, the Shirasagi Himegimi of the Yashiro Commission. His clan was now the most powerful and most trusted by the Almighty Shogun.

But what about him? What about his happiness? Ayato had never let anyone see how lonely he was, how tired he felt. He needed a companion, someone to love, someone to call his better half who would stand by his side, take care of him and allow him to just be himself. In the land of eternity, love was found by a beautiful legend of the Red String Of Fate. It was said that the electro Archon had blessed her people with a partner who was bound to them by destiny. A partner who would love them endlessly, whose love would be eternal and unchanging forever. After every person turned 18, they would be able to find their soulmate. Ayato had heard all sorts of stories of people finding their soulmates for the first time. His mother had once told him that the first time she saw his father, time stood still, their hearts beat in sync and a delicate red string appeared, tied to her little finger and to his father’s thumb. His mother said that this string can stretch endlessly, it can get twisted and turned, but never can it snap. She had told him that the day he would lock eyes with his soulmate, he would feel euphoria, a feeling of peace and fulfilment like any other.

Ayato had a gentle heart, and after hearing the story of his parents’ love, both him and Ayaka had been so excited to find their soulmates. Alas, soon after Ayato turned 18, his parents passed away and he left every desire of his, solely focusing on his clan and the safety of his sister. But now he was almost 26, inazuma was at peace and the feeling of loneliness had begun to eat away on his soul. He had travelled all over inazuma, but never found his soulmate. His duties kept him tied to his homeland, and he knew he couldn’t travel all over teyvat to find his other half. He also wanted to know how it felt to fall in love. He was so torn by watching everyone around him fall in love. Even his sister had found her soulmate, who to Ayato’s delight was their most trusted friend Thoma. Ayato had watched as the delicate string had magically appeared around his sister and Thoma’s fingers, and his heart was filled with joy. It had been a long time since then, and Ayaka and Thoma’s love had only grown.

His friend Chisato had found her soulmate to be Kujou Kamaji, and their love had withstood every difficult that presented itself to them. Ayato felt his heart filled with an overwhelming amount of sadness as he stood there on that hill, watching people in love. Perhaps this was his doomed fate, to live alone forever. He had the option of marrying someone else, but he wouldn’t. If his destiny was tied to someone, then how could he possibly betray such a magical bond? Perhaps his soulmate was far away in another nation, and they would never have the chance to meet. Or perhaps she was already in love with someone else. Ayato had slowly started giving up, accepting that perhaps not everyone is so lucky to find their soulmate. He took a deep breath, and turned his head around to see his sister approaching him, giving her a soft smile in order to mask the sadness filled in his Lavender eyes.

“Brother…please talk to me, what’s wrong? You’ve been looking so forlorn lately, it hurts me to see you like this. Don’t hide your pain from me at least, please?” Ayato chuckled softly. Nothing could escape from his sister’s watchful eyes. He stared at the ocean, responding to her request. “Everybody’s falling in love, and I’m falling behind.” Ayaka could feel the sadness in her brother’s usually cheerful voice, the impact of his words hitting her hard. She embraced him gently. “I have faith that you will find your soulmate very soon brother. Im sure about it..” Ayato caressed her hair gently, just like their mother would to comfort them when they were young. He could not find any words to say to that. Would he really find his other half in this lifetime? He had waited 8 years already. How much longer would he have to wait? Suddenly, a small gasp escaped Ayaka’s lips. What if, just what if, she knew who was destined for her brother?

“Brother, will you come with me to Ritou today?” He looked at his sister, smiling and nodded. He did not have any work today, and a walk with his sister would surely cheer him up. “Of course, that sounds lovely.” Ayaka became even more happy, a sudden hope blooming inside her heart. Today, after 10 years her only childhood friend was returning to Inazuma after completing her studies in Sumeru upon her parents’ wishes. Ayaka had received her letter a few days ago, informing her about her return back home to Inazuma.

The crux docked at the port of Ritou, and you stepped down with the help of your dear friend Kazuha. Finally, after a decade you were back home. You had missed inazuma terribly, and now seeing the Sakura trees in full bloom gave you a strong feeling of nostalgia. Over the years you had grown up to be a beautiful young woman, 24 years old. You had excelled in your studies at the Academia, and were blessed with a dendro vision. You were a skilled student, strategist and researcher. Not to mention your excellent fighting skills using a polearm. You smiled brightly, finally back home. “Your happiness is refreshing to see Y/N” spoke Kazuha’s gentle voice, making you chuckle. “Being back home is all I could’ve asked for, especially after everything that happened! You’re a hero here Kazuha!” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he led you inside the island of Ritou. “You flatter me, but we both know it was the traveler who really saved Inazuma. And it is our fortune that the Shogun also changed her mind and listened to our pleas.”

You both talked as Kazuha told you all about Ritou island. Everything had changed so much and you were in complete awe. “Well we are here. I’ll leave you here to meet up with Lady Ayaka. We shall meet tomorrow Y/N.” you smiled brightly, nodding at his words. “Alright, thank you Kazuha, I’ll see you tomorrow!” As you he left, you waited for Ayaka, while looking around. The season of spring was always your favourite, seeing the flowers in full bloom made you so happy. This was also when you could see so many people together in love, walking hand in hand. It made you crave for love too. You never had the time to even think of falling in love in Sumeru, your studies had kept you occupied. Moreover, being born in the land of eternity, you wanted to find your soulmate, you wanted the eternal bond your archon had blessed you with. Now that you were back home, you wanted to find your soulmate too. As you were looking around, you saw a lone flower amongst the freshly bloomed ones, withered and uncared for. You went towards it, summoning your dendro powers to make it bloom. You smiled seeing your powers work, and as you stood back up, you heard Ayaka’s voice call you.

“Y/N? Is that you??” You turned around, smiling happily as you walked towards her, embracing her. “Ayaka!! Oh how I’ve missed you, you’ve become so beautiful!” You heard her laugh softly, both of you paying no heed to the people around who marvelled at the sight of the Shirasagi Himegimi out and about, that too with a friend. “I could say the same about you, you look so radiant and beautiful!” You giggled softly at the praise, pulling apart to look at her. “Well I haven’t come alone, I also brought brother along with me! Come on, you have to meet him!” “Oh my, Ayaka you didn’t have to bother the Commissioner like this!” Ayaka simply laughed, shaking her head dismissively. “Oh don’t be so formal, he doesn’t even know why I’ve come here, he would’ve agreed regardless! Come on, let’s go!”

You laughed softly as Ayaka held your hand, leading you towards a tree in a little secluded area where you saw a tall man with pale blue hair standing with his back turned towards you both. My goodness, how were you going to greet the Yashiro Commissioner? “Brother!” You heard Ayaka say, and in the next moment, your life completely changed.

You saw him turn around, and the moment your eyes locked, time stood still. He was the most ethereal man you had ever seen. His every feature seemed as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves. If the word perfection was a human, it would be him. Your heartbeat accelerated, and you gasped softly feeling something around your little finger. There it was, The Red String of Fate.

Ayato was stunned. He was frozen in place, lavender eyes wide and lips slightly parted. He saw how the delicate Red String connected you both together, finally revealing itself. He had found his soulmate, and oh my, she was the most enchanting woman he had ever seen. Her beauty was unlike any other, the wind gently blowing her long silky hair as her bluish green eyes met his. Her dendro vision glowed, and in response he could feel his own hydro vision glowing. Their heartbeats synced, their souls celebrated in joy. Finally he was complete, he was no longer alone. His feet led him closer to her, his eyes so soft and so full of love for her already. This was the woman who was going to love him eternally, and he had already fallen in love with her. She was everything he could’ve ever asked for.

He walked towards you, and he could sense the big and expectant smile on his sister’s face. Ah, so it was her plan all along. He’d make sure to thank her plenty later on. He gently held his left hand out to you, a smile growing on his face as you placed your hand in his almost immediately. Both of you gasped softly, the touch sending butterflies and shivers to your bodies. “I’ve finally found you..” you heard his deep voice speak. He was so handsome up close, you felt like losing yourself in the warmth of his eyes. “Commissioner…I-“ “Ayato…please, call me by my name..” you blushed, the tenderness in his voice making your heart flutter. “What’s your name, my better half?” My god, this man was going to drive you mad by his sweet words. “I’m Y/N, Ayaka’s childhood friend..”

“Your name is as beautiful as you are. I know we have only just met, but I have been waiting for you all my life…you have no idea how happy I am Y/N..” to your utter shock, you saw tears in his eyes, and you immediately reached out to wipe them, your heart and soul instinctively wanting to love and protect him forever. So this is how powerful the bond was, it instantly made the soulmates feel each other’s pain. “Please don’t cry…forgive me, I was in Sumeru, I just came back today. I promise you I will never leave again.” Ayato smiled, leaning into your gentle touch. He was finally so happy, now his life was perfect and complete. He was no longer going to suffer alone, he was no longer going to stand on the hill, watching everyone run ahead of him. Now, he was no longer falling behind.

He gently hugged you, and you both felt your hearts beat against one another in sync. The bond felt so magical, your love for each other was already blossoming. Somehow you could feel how lonely he was, how much pain he held in his heart. He didn’t seem like a stranger at all, rather it felt as if you had known each other for ages. You gently caressed his hair, basking in his warmth. His embrace felt so loving, you felt safe and cared for, as if no harm could ever come to you here. Now, you were finally home. As ayato held you close in his arms, he looked at his dear sister with tears of happiness in his eyes. She was also crying, finally seeing her brother truly smile and be happy. Ayato mouthed a thank you to her, and she knew he was always going to thank her for bringing his soulmate into his life when he needed her the most.

The red string of fate connects not just two people, but two hearts, two souls and two lives. It is a bond that can never break, a love that can never fade away and a promise that lasts forever.

#genshin fanfic #ayato fluff #ayato x reader #ayato x y/n #genshin ayato #genshin fanart #genshin impact #kamisato ayato #ayato x you #red string of fate #red string of destiny #red string au

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paper-lilypie · 2 years

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guys hear me out

what if red string of fate au except

✨prehensile trickster red string of fate that loves matchmaking and pairing up the absolute ridiculous pairs just for fun✨

(✨and it always works out✨)

which is how you end up irrevocably tied to a machine after a one-off trip to the mall

and how Sun and Moon end up tied to a random shopper just passing by

shenanigans over invisible barriers and confusion ensue

maybe even a lil lovin along the way who knows

✨matchmaking red string of fate✨

#fnaf #sun x reader #moon x reader #like a fucked up cupid situation where every pairing fate ties is for its own entertainment #invisible to the human eye but still meddling #meanwhile Y/N gets this weird pressure in their neck #and Sun and Moon keep tripping up over nothing and feeling their hands get tied together as if by invisible rope the longer time goes by #just #matchmaking red string of fate #red string au #that’s the name now #shshshs #not soulmate au

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loveforsatoru · 3 months

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Loved You Then, Love You Now- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 3: Kisses)

4/2/07:

The sun is beginning to rise as Shoko lazily walks around campus. She got back from her friend's place not too long ago, but decided to take a smoke break outside before going in. She didn’t want to wake you.

She’s leaning against the railing of the building, dozing off and letting her mind wander until she feels someone approach her. She looks to her side and it’s Suguru.

“You look roughed up.” She says, passing him her cigarette which he gladly accepts, taking a long drag.

“Yeah. I’ve been walking around town since last night. You should have seen what happened after you left.” He runs a hand through his hair a little too forcefully, like he was trying to rip the strands out.

“Calm down. At this rate, you’ll be bald before you hit 20. Tell me what happened.”

“Y/n and Satoru.” That's all he says, but it’s enough to give Shoko an idea of what he’s talking about.

“Oh yeah? What about them?” She smirks, chest swelling with pride. Only the second day and things are already happening. She can’t wait to see how this is going to play out in the long run.

“He had her in his arms or whatnot. She hugged back, gripping onto him like he was her lifeline. Pretty sure she was crying too. I don’t know why. He told me to stay quiet so as to not divert her attention away from him, and I did. I’ve been walking around since then, and haven't even gone back to my dorm room.” He flicks the cigarette off the railing, and begins picking at his bottom lip. He doesn’t remember the last time something like this has bothered him. He and Satoru rarely have any issues that deal with girls because they have different types. So why is it suddenly a problem when you’re here?

“So you’re jealous?” She asks, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. She doesn’t pull her stare away from the rising sun ahead of them.

“I don’t know? I don’t like her like that, so I don’t have a clue on why it’s bothering me this much. She’s been here for less than 48 hours but it feels like an eternity. I don’t want to bring it up to Satoru, not yet at least. I’d feel bad for coming in between them if he has feelings for her.” He groans, holding his head in the palms of his hands.

“It sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“What are you talking about?”

She shakes her head, feeling like she’s the only one who has any common sense around here. “What do you think I’m talking about? You clearly have feelings for her. You just don’t want to admit it because you want to keep up some nonchalant attitude, carefree as if nothing bothers you. It’s fine to let go every once in a while. You’ll kill yourself if you keep this up.”

“I get what you mean, but it’s too early for me to decide if I have feelings for her or not. You know I’m not the type to rush into things without confirmation. The last thing I want to do is steal her away from Satoru just to find out that I was confused and don’t actually like her.”

Shoko rolls her eyes and makes a mocking face at him which he reciprocates.

“Whatever, do what you want. But don’t deny the fact that she is cute and you could potentially see yourself with her.”

“Whoever can’t notice how attractive she is must be blind, that’s undeniable, but I don’t want to hurt anyone in the process. Myself, Satoru and y/n included.”

“Mature as always.”

She's right, for as long as she’s known Suguru, he’s never made a decision without thinking it through. He has a strong sense of morality, most look up to him because of it.

“Did she tell you anything about it? Satoru, that is?” He asks.

She places her hands on her hips. “Nah, but I did make a bet with her.”

“What bet? You need to stop betting money. You’ll end up a broke gambler.”

“That she’d end up with either you or Satoru as her soulmate.”

He goes wide eyed, face palming at her response.

“What made you bet on that of all things?”

“It was just a hunch, but you know my hunches are rarely ever wrong, so I had a pretty good feeling about it and bet her 15,000 yen. She seemed interested in Satoru when she first got here, it was written all over her face. My guess is, she didn’t speak much to him at first because he gave off a strange impression by getting up in her face and everything. You know how he can be, but then she went on to realize he’s also sweet and calm, not always opening his mouth. That’s one of Satoru’s best charms. He can be loud and outgoing, but serious and romantic when he feels he should be.”

He listens intently to her explanation. Of course, neither of them have 100% confirmation if this was the case, but even then, Suguru felt his heart get struck with jealousy.

“I guess you’re right. Is she in her dorm right now? If she’s awake then I want to talk to her. I won’t bring this up or anything, but I’m the only one who hasn’t had a one on one conversation with her.” His tone is racked with nervousness. He feels like he’s about to throw up at something that shouldn’t matter to him.

“I doubt she’s awake, but I’ll go check.”

Shoko pushes her body off the railing and heads towards your shared dorm. She looks through the peephole and sees all the lights are off, not to her surprise. She picks up the key from under the doormat and slowly opens the door.

“Y/n?” She quietly calls out, but no response.

She walks further into the dorm room, not bothering to take off her shoes.

That’s when she sees you and Satoru curled up together. His head is dipped in the crook of your neck while you both hold each other. He protectively has both his arms around you while you cling to him. The sight makes her eyes soften. She walks over and pulls the blanket over the two of you who’ve been relying on each other's body heat to stay warm throughout the night.

She walks out with a small smile on her face. Suguru is still waiting by the railing.

“Is she in there?” He asks.

“Yeah, but she’s out cold. You’ll have to talk to her some other time.”

“What’s with the smile? Did something happen?”

“I doubt you’ll wanna see for yourself, but Satoru’s in there with her. If the world came crashing down right now, they’d die holding each other from the looks of it.”

He does nothing but nod.

“Good to know.”

It’s now quiet. Too quiet for either of their likings as awkward tension fills the air. What could this mean for the trio's friendship and their newly brewing one with you?

“Well, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight.” He waves her goodbye and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking away with heavy steps.

Shoko feels bad, but she won’t interfere. She’ll watch from the sidelines and offer advice when needed. There’s still time, anything could happen.

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The sun beams through the cracks of the large sliding door. You don’t know what time it is, but you must’ve overslept.

You groan and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but when you try to get up, something is holding you down. You look to the side and see Satoru sleeping peacefully, arms snug around your waist, preventing you from getting up. You try to pry out of his grip, but it’s no use. He just holds onto you harder every time you attempt to get away from him. It’s not like you want to. You’d spend the rest of the day in bed with him if you could, but you need to get up and get yourself ready. Shoko’s not in bed, so you assume she must’ve gotten up already, not that you saw her come in at any point in the night anyway.

“Satoru,” You whisper in his ear, fighting off a giggle due to his bed head and face full of sleep.

He only mumbles a “What?” before pulling you back down onto him and falling back into his slumber.

You squeak at the sudden movement and blush at the close proximity. He looks so peaceful.

You take the time to closely look at his features. His long, white lashes, soft cheeks, but sharp jawline, and his plump lips pursed into a small pout.

You kiss the tip of his nose and tuck your hair behind your ears to prevent it from falling in his face. Missing a few classes won’t hurt. If there’s anything super important, Suguru or Shoko would come in to tell you guys.

Speaking of Suguru, you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him yesterday, You’ll have to make it up somehow.

But that thought quickly slips into the back of your mind when you see Satoru’s eyes staring right back at yours, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Hardly anyone can.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the way it picks up when you close the gap between your bodies.

“You.” His answer is plain and simple. You look up at him, expecting to see some form of teasing written on his face, but there wasn’t any. There was nothing but honesty in his words.

You feel a strange feeling overcome your body, it’s not bad, but it’s something you’ve never felt before. Years of isolation and abuse made you blind to these kinds of things. The sense of hope, happiness and love are all foreign to you. You can’t put your finger on why he’s making you feel this way. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Nobody’s ever told me that before, so I assumed you were joking, but it was clear that you weren’t and that confused me.”

He leans up on his elbows, threading his fingers through your hair and brings you in closer, his lips grazing against yours.

The air is thick, he hasn’t spoken a word. Not even a sound. His head is swirling with thoughts of you and how bad he wants to feel your lips on his.

You gulp, the closeness of your faces making you nervous. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long you can hold out before giving in.

“Have you ever kissed somebody before?” He whispers against your lips, his breathing heavy.

“No..” You’re insecure about missing out on so many regular teenage experiences, but no sorcerer is normal. Every one of them has their flaws. Some are just better at hiding it than others. Satoru happens to be one of them. His greatest flaw? Loving you.

“I’ll teach you.”

And he gently brings his lips to yours, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. His hand is cupping the side of your face while the other is settled on your thigh, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips.

You climb onto his lap, legs around his waist and hands on the back of his neck, digging into the skin. It burns, but he likes it. He falls against the pillows, but his hold on you doesn’t falter much like your lips moving in sync. His hands have left their previous locations and moved up, gripping onto your hips and kneading them with care, holding onto you like you’re the most fragile piece of glass. One wrong move and you’d break beneath his touch.

The world around you doesn’t exist right now. The atmosphere is still, quiet, everything you’re not used to. You can feel the intensity of Satoru’s feelings radiating off of him, like he’s been waiting years to do this. Only you could come into his life and make his mind spin with thoughts he’s never had before.

You reluctantly pull away for air, chest heaving and unmoving from your position on top of him, hands planted firmly against his toned abs with your legs straddling his waist. Your lips are glossed over and swollen, your shirt falling off the side of your shoulder. You look ethereal, like a goddess who came from Heaven down onto Earth in order to bless everyone with your beauty. It might be his new favorite sight.

He feels like a middle school boy in love. “How was it?”

“It was great..” There aren't enough words you could put together to describe what you feel. You want more. Need it, crave it.

But before you could dip your head back down onto his, the door to your dorm clicks open and Shoko stands at the entrance with a plastic bag in hand.

As she’s taking off her sweater and shoes, her gaze meets yours and embarrassment washes over you. Satoru does nothing but laugh, finding the awkward situation amusing. You quickly get off his lap and roll onto your respective side of the bed.

“What are you guys doing?! You seriously missed half the day for this?!”

Satoru raises an eyebrow. It’s that late already? It felt like the entire night had only been 5 minutes. “Half the day? What are you talking about?”

“It’s half past noon! Yaga was on my ass about where you two were and I had to cover saying you both got sick. You’re so lucky we didn’t do anything important today.” She grumbles, tossing you the bag before sprawling out on her bed.

“Sorryy, Shoko.” You catch the bag in your hands and begin sifting through it. “What’s in here?”

“A sandwich. I figured you’d be hungry, so I picked you something up from the convenience store. I wouldn’t have done that if I knew I’d walk in on you guys making out though.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to. What time did you come back last night? I didn’t see you?”

“I got back hella late. You were fast asleep hours before, but I slept in Suguru’s dorm. Since this one made himself comfortable in ours and I didn’t want to third wheel.” She says, pointing at Satoru in which he playfully shrugs.

“Is there anything else for the rest of the day?” You unwrap the sandwich, taking a bite before feeding some to Satoru who keeps his eyes on you the entire time, not tearing away his peer for a second.

“No, surprisingly the cursed spirit rate has been low for the week, so we get the rest of the day off since there’s no missions or anything. They handed an easy grade 4 to the first years but that’s about it. We should go shopping though. The room is plain.” She sighs dramatically and tosses her hands up.

You feel Satoru’s hands beginning to roam your body once again. He has an arm behind his head while he gives you his best faux innocent look. You shoot him a glare before responding to Shoko, who could see everything going down, but chooses to ignore it to spare you some embarrassment.

“When do you want to go?”

“Right now.” She turns her attention to Satoru who is far too invested in you to notice the annoyance flooding out of Shoko’s voice for overdoing his stay. She clears her throat, but to no surprise, he doesn’t notice, or so he acts like it. He doesn’t care.

She gets off her bed and walks to yours, standing over it. You look at her, a piece of the sandwich in your mouth when she begins slapping and pushing Satoru to get him to leave. “Satoru! Out, out, out! This is my dorm too!”

He grumbles and gets up, throwing his sunglasses back on his face. “Fine, fine! You’re so lame.” But before he exits, he makes sure to give you one more tender kiss, running out immediately after once he sees Shoko’s seething expression.

She slams the door shut while you remain sat in bed like a child watching 2 siblings fight.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened while I was gone?” She asks, crossing her arms and peering down at you as if she were your mother, ready to scold you for having a boy in your bed.

You shrink under her intense stare. “It was nothing like that! He just walked me home last night, came inside, and we went to bed..”

“Oh really? So why were you sitting on his lap when I came in? Hmm? Hmm?” With every word, she gets closer and closer to your face until your noses were practically touching.

“And I guess we kissed..”

“Just kissed, huh? I’m glad I walked in when I did. Anymore of that and he would’ve had to make a trip to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test.” As serious as she sounds, she finds joy in teasing you.

“Shoko!” You groan, pulling the covers completely over your head and burying yourself away. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry! Your secret's safe with me.” She smiles and gives you a playful wink, imitating people kissing with her hands. “So, are you still a virgin?”

Her question makes you go red in the face. “Of course I am! That was only my first kiss!”

“Can’t blame me for asking.” She shrugs. “You’re pretty, confident, know how to fend for yourself, a little naive which you need to be careful with, but aside from that, it’s only natural for most to assume you’ve already had your first time.”

“How am I naive?” You always figured you were pretty mature and tough skinned. Perhaps you were wrong.

“Not naive in a childish way if that's what you were thinking, but sometimes, you seem oblivious and distrusting to the world around you, like a lost soul in a sense. I don’t know if that comes from being shut away for most of your life, but you can’t seem to take hints. There’s nothing wrong with that, it just means you need to pay more attention to when people tell you things.”

You nod along, somewhat grasping what she’s saying.

“About Satoru..” She begins. “What do you think that was? The kiss and whatever you guys did the night before. Him being friendly or do you think he likes you?”

“I don’t know… at first I thought he was just being nice, but something about him makes me think it’s more than that.”

“That’s your problem. You don’t notice when people are trying to give you hints. If anyone else were in your shoes, their first thought would be that the other person has feelings for them. Ultimately, it ends up hurting and confusing the one you’re involved with if you play off their antics like it’s nothing. Do you know why you’re like this? Do you think it’s naivety or something else?”

“I don’t know… The way he acted earlier surprised me. I asked him what he was thinking about, he said me, and my first instinct was to ask why.”

Your response confuses her. What person in their right mind would ask why the one they spent the night with was thinking about them? “And why’s that?”

“I guess I didn’t believe him. I didn’t think he’d actually harbor feelings for someone like me.”

Someone like you? What the hell are you talking about?

The more you speak, the more she begins to worry. How are you saying all this with a straight face? No tears, no anger, no shouting. Nothing at all. It’s almost scary, uncanny. She knows if she felt that way, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. “Do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

“I just think I’m unloveable.”

“Who told you that?”

“It’s the one thing I’ve been told my entire life. It’s something you get used to and eventually becomes engraved into your head. I always thought the possibility of someone liking me was zero. I guess that also stems from my own insecurities of not feeling like I’m good enough.”

Shoko knows the Zenin Clan is awful, anyone with a brain in the Jujutsu Society is aware of that, but to think that it’d alter the way someone thinks and views things is on another level.

“Does Satoru know you feel this way?”

You shift around in your bed, sitting with your knees tucked under your chin. “No..”

“Do you plan on telling him?”

“Eventually, but it feels too early. I’ve only been here 2 days. I need to wrap my mind around everything first.”

“Alright, it’s up to you. But get ready so we can go furniture shopping.”

…

You and Shoko spent hours roaming around almost every furniture store in the area. Your feet are sore, arms about to fall off from the stuff you guys are carrying and she still wants to look at more.

“Shokoooo! This is way too much stuff! Do we really need all of this?” You complain, slacking forward in a hunchback position.

She’s barely breaking a sweat despite the 4 bags on each arm. “Of course we do. Our dorm is plain and boring. We’ll be spending the next year there, you know. It needs to be cozy, our own temporary home.”

“Yeah, but when summer breaks rolls around, you’ll go home and I’ll be left all alone in a dorm filled with things. I’ll start to get claustrophobia.”

She doesn’t want to question why you won’t go home for summer break. That’s self explanatory.

“I’m sure one of the guys wouldn’t mind letting you spend the summer with them.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask them for that big of a favor. It’s fine, I’ll rent a beach house for myself or something.”

“You underestimate how much they like you, but suit yourself. Let’s go check out some curtains!” She drags you by your arm, pulling you across the populated streets into yet another furniture store. Any more of this and you might just have to ask to switch roommates.

…

The walk back to school was horrid. You’re panting, sweating like a pig and dragging the bags to your dorm.

“This is all your fault. You have a shopping addiction and it needs to be checked.” You say, in between breaths.

She rolls her eyes and flips you off to which you dramatically gasp. You enjoy being around her, she gets you. Having a strong bond with another girl is nice. You spent years in your cramped room watching tv shows and there was always a pair of best friends that got through everything together. With each moment that goes by, you find yourself wanting that with Shoko. Her, your best friend for as long as she can.

You slump against the door of your dorm room, eager to get everything inside. Shoko fumbles through her purse, searching for the key.

“Hurry up! I need to lay down!”

“Shut up! You whine like a toddler.”

She finally undoes the lock and you rush inside, tossing the bags upon bags on the counter before laying down in bed, sighing as the soft mattress soothes the tension in your back.

But your taste of freedom and relief doesn’t last long when someone walks in through the dorm, calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You block out the voice with your pillows, pretending you can’t hear whoevers looking for you.

“She’s in her bed,” Shoko says.

The voice calls out again, “Y/n?”

You poke your head out, and Suguru is standing in front of you.

“Sorry if I’m bothering, but can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

You look back at Shoko and she motions for you to go ahead.

“Yeah sure, it’s no problem.”

You throw your legs off the bed and he leads you outside, watching your form as you walk.

You both sit down on a bench in front of the school fountain. Since he hasn’t said anything, you decide to start the conversation.

“Where’d you go last night? I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t want to say that Satoru told him to leave. “I had to go visit someone who came into town.”

“Sorry for not getting the chance to talk to you as much. I’ve been busy figuring some stuff out and Shoko asked me to go shopping with her. I wanted to apologize for not noticing you had left last night, but things came up and I completely forgot.”

The sound of your voice fills his ears as he listens attentively to your explanation and apology. Guilt was written all over your face for something that wasn’t your fault. It’s cute.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But What did you want to talk to me about?” You’re playing with the hem of your almost too short skirt that stops at your upper thighs. Suguru is shamelessly staring like a pervert who enjoys the sight way too much. He wants to touch you, feel you, be the one to stay in bed with you instead of Satoru, but he knows he can’t have that.. Yet.

“Satoru was with you last night, right?”

"Yeah," you nod, giving him confirmation he needs. He knows Shoko told him hours prior when they were talking at the railing, but he was hoping it was just his mind playing games on him.

Speak of the devil. Satoru approaches the two of you and wraps his arms around you from the back, gently gripping your jaw to meet his face with his long, slender fingers before giving you a kiss, but it’s different from the one you shared back in your dorm a few hours prior. It’s sweet, but mixed with something different. It’s possessive, sloppy as he chases your tongue with his own, mixing your saliva together. He has you nearly moaning in his mouth.

The sight makes Suguru’s blood boil and Satoru knows it.

You ultimately break away from the kiss, keeping your hand laced in his hair. “Hey, Satoru-”

Before you can get another word out, he sits down on the other side of the bench and pulls you onto his lap, letting his hands roam around your skirt. “Hi, angel. What are you guys talking about?”

Angel. That’s new.

“He was just-” You begin, but get cut off by Suguru.

“Nothing. I wanted to talk to her for a bit. It wasn’t important.”

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty nervous about something when you went into my dorm.” You say, tilting your head to the side.

Immediately, Satoru’s grip on you gets tighter.

“Yeah, Suguru. If you were nervous then something must be up.” He raises his eyebrows and attempts to mask his scowl with an airheaded smile, acting like he doesn’t know anything that’s going on.

Suguru begins to grow more impatient with the white haired boy. He doesn’t want to talk about this in front of you. “Leave it alone, Satoru. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, are you sure? I think it had everything to do with me.”

You turn your head away to look at something out in the distance and for that second, Suguru almost rips Satoru’s head off, shooting him the nastiest look.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Suguru retorts.

“I was just going to say we should go to the pool tonight after it closes. We could buy drinks, bring our own stuff and stay there until morning.” Satoru says, still holding you firmly on his lap.

“Why after is closes?” You ask.

Satoru begins to play with the ends of your hair. “It’s more fun. We’ll have the entire place to ourselves. Could you give Suguru and I a minute though? Tell Shoko about the plans for tonight too.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, but nod, giving him an “okay.”

“Thanks, angel.” He kisses you before you get up, walking back to your dorm room. He makes sure you’re far away enough to start talking to Suguru.

“Seriously, what were you talking to her about?” He stands up, balling his hands into fists which were currently inside his uniform pockets.

“It’s none of your business.” Suguru stays in his place on the bench, watching Satoru’s expression grow in irritation.

“Was it about last night? Were you trying to ask her what happened?”

“So what if I was?”

“It shouldn’t concern you. If you wanted to know anything, you should’ve just asked me.” Satoru’s voice leaks frustration.

Suguru now stands up as well. “But I wanted to hear it from her, not you.”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

“It doesn’t, but I wanted to talk to her and hear it from her. I was looking to get some sort of mental relief, but it didn’t do anything besides make things worse.”

Despite Suguru standing, Satoru still towers over him due to their difference in height.

“Mental relief? What are you talking about?”

“I think like her, Satoru. I’m sorry. I thought about it and tried to convince myself that it wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t help it. I keep thinking about her. How I want to get to know her better, kiss her, be with her, be in her.” Suguru says the last part with an edge in his voice, trying to get a rise out of Satoru and see how grave he’s taking this whole ordeal with your sudden enrollment and newfound position in their lives.

And it worked, Satoru pushes him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, the fabric threatening to tear. “Suguru, don’t you ever fucking think of touching her, much less being the one to do that with her.”

He puts his hands up in protest, “Alright, alright. I wasn’t being serious about that part, but I do like her. I didn’t want to come between the two of you, I thought I should just let you know." He knows he told Shoko he wanted to think it through more, but he can’t think properly when it comes to you.

Satoru lets go and walks away back to their dorm without responding. The two of them rarely get into disagreements, but there’s certain things they don’t see eye to eye on. Morals, Suguru lives by them, Satoru hates them. And you, Suguru wants you, but Satoru is bound to you for eternity.

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