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neoculturetravesty · 2 years

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let’s make an adult film (preview)

Pairing: Yuta x Her Genre: smut Warnings: mature, strong language, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

A/N: From my editing floor. I don’t know if I am ever going to complete this, but I wanted to post the preview to get over some blocks!

The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

It wasn’t just that she had a gorgeous body. No, he’d probably find several with gorgeous bodies and pretty faces in this damned plastic town. He had long stopped being moved by such calculated perfection. Everyone and everything was so disgustingly perfect these days that it gave him no arousal. And arousal was all an artist could ask for.

Maybe it was that what he saw couldn’t be explained or contained. She had a face unlike any he had ever seen. He had been so numbed by perfect beauties with perfectly painted faces, that a visual like hers was refreshing to the eye. She moved her body like she knew she had captivated the attention of everyone in the room, though the set of her mouth said that she didn’t want to care for it. In fact, she seemed like she hadn’t a care in the world. She danced like she hadn’t a care in the world; like she grabbed time by the balls and commanded it to slow so she could move in luxurious waves through her body. Yuta felt more inspired than he had been in a good, fat while.

He hadn’t realized how fucking easy it was going to be; asking a perfect stranger to film a porno together.

Because although men, women and everyone in between swarmed her like honey to bees, it was him that she left with that night. Perhaps, like him, she wanted a taste of intrigue rather than gratification that night.

Yuta only grew more inspired whilst he talked to her over a glass of red wine in his apartment. His eyes wandered to the delectable dip below her throat where her collarbones met. In the warm light of his apartment, that dip harbored the gentlest of shadows that acted as a natural contour. Yuta had a great proclivity for things like these in his own art forms. He couldn’t help but notice how she kept one shoulder raised slightly higher than the other so her body created sensual angles at all times. He felt his blood rush any time she’d savor the wine by pressing her jaw to that raised shoulder. Her eyes would close and her lashes would caress her cheekbones. Yuta saw a frame in every movement, because she swayed like each moment was a painting. Above all, Yuta looked at her not man to woman, but artist to muse. He wanted to frame that fucking painting.

It was intriguing; Yuta had never witnessed body confidence as alluring as hers. She was sound in her sexuality, and why the fuck not? She had every right to be. Everything about her was interesting. Yuta wasn’t sure whether it was artistic intrigue tinting his perception or his habitual fetishist tendencies, but earlier, she had seemed ever more interested in the attention of women rather than men. Then again, all he had witnessed was her stirring her index round a woman’s bare shoulder. Perhaps he was already viewing her as the picture he wanted to paint when all she did was be. He was hard from how inspired he was.

And when an artist is as inspired as was he, there isn’t much room for lies. There must be honesty in art and truth between artists. That is the way it must be or the art is forever tainted. So, it wasn’t long into the conversation that Yuta had brought up the following fact,

“I’m a filmmaker. But lately, I’ve been meaning to create more adult content,” he spoke matter-of-factly. It was almost expected that she hadn’t blinked an eye.

“I do some nude modeling every now and then. Let me know if something comes up, I’d love to be a part of your project,” she had smiled.

And the proverbial ice had melted. Yuta could speak as openly about the vision he had for his project as openly as she talked about her craft.

“Honestly, I’ve always wanted to do something like it, but I haven’t really met someone who had an idea that is fully realized? Like, unless you’re a big name in the industry, nude modeling doesn’t really get the editorial treatment. And the porn out there is so fucking vulgar. I hate that pornographic films don’t get artistic treatment,” she scrunched her nose ever so slightly in distaste. Yuta found himself sitting up in his seat because finally, someone fucking understood.

“So much vile, unpalatable content. I hate it with all my heart, too. I keep searching the ends of the earth for something that would hit me just right and it’s always so fucking frustrating when I just don’t find it, you know? That’s when my wife made me realized that I’m a fucking filmmaker. If I can’t find it, I’d just have to create it,” Yuta explained.

“That’s fucking amazing. You know, not a lot of people think like that,” she appreciated and Yuta felt a surge through his blood that he was sure was more than just the alcohol.

“I mean, I’m sure we’re not the first ones to think like that,” Yuta said humbly, “But it’s just that… why can’t porn be interesting? Why can’t porn be tasteful and artful?”

“So, what was it that you were looking for?” she asked curiously as she dug around into her purse without looking. She extracted what Yuta was sure was a spliff and added, “Do you mind?”

Yuta waved his hand as he continued, “Well, there is a lot I have in mind, but for starters? Something that is more tastefully shot. I fucking hate the cinematography in porn. It’s so fucking non-existent. I’ve seen YouTube videos from bloody toy channels that have better camera work than porn,” he said and she laughed in earnest. He continued, “I especially hate the lighting in mainstream porn. I fucking hate it. Why is it so fucking bright? Why do they use so many fucking florescent lights? They’re not fucking surgeons. I mean I’m sure the audience would be able to tell a cock from a pussy even without the flood lights,” the absolute distaste on his tongue made him want to have a smoke of his own, just as a chaser. He smoked a regular cigarette, though, and she leaned in to light it for him with a craftsman’s lighter.

“So, what’s your style? What kind of things do you film?” She smoked heavily.

“I’ve never done porn before. But I used to make a lot of film noirs. Honestly, my work is pretty focused on tone and stylization. Set and lighting is so fucking important to me. Every film that I made, I spent hours upon fucking hours just sourcing the right kind of lighting equipment. And then I would stay up for weeks in post, just editing each fucking frame till I got the style I wanted. Films should be made with this sort of vision. And that’s the kind of shit I want to see in my porn. Instead, I get terrible harsh fucking white light, and don’t fucking get me started on the dialogue,” Yuta took another deep drag at the end of his passionate outburst.

Her eyes were listening intently and Yuta didn’t need more confirmation beyond it that this was a perfect union. All the elements were on his side. He had her concentration, but it was the room clouding with smoke that was inspiring him even more. The smoke traveled from his lips and hers and surrounded her body in the perfect grayish haze that was Yuta’s favorite in film. It was setting the scene for him just right. It made her look even more elegant, and Yuta decided right then that if this were to work out, this was going to be his opening shot.

He noticed that she had beautiful thighs, especially with how she crossed them against the satin of her dress. She held the spliff between her fingers, soft yet assured. She sat in a diagonal; legs crossed to the left, spliff held in the air to the right. Yuta was already visualizing the pan of the camera against her stance. He’d add perhaps some vertical shadows to her face and a Victorian style chester upon which she would lounge, exactly like she was right now. He’d start panning from the right and he would have the best fucking opening scene. Fuck, he was inspired.

“You know, I fuck with style like yours. I literally worshiped Lady in the Lake growing up. And fuck, you’re right. I haven’t seen any porn in styles like that. And I’ve never wondered why,” she took a healthy drag from her spliff, and it made her voice deepen attractively, “And to be honest, it’s the same in my line of work. I don’t like anyone’s artistic approach. It doesn’t feel like art at all. I take my fucking top off, but it’s like they want to sell my body rather than the art my body is creating. Then again, I’m not a big time model. I’m not famous enough to get the Frederic Monceau type of projects.”

“But that’s the death of this fucking industry, isn’t it? You have to suck the devil’s cock to get fame or good opportunities, and those that don’t won’t ever get their films on the big fucking screen. I made good fucking films,” he used his cigarette to stab at every word he said; his eyebrows soared to his forehead in defense. Perhaps the secondhand weed smoke or the alcohol was making him more impassioned, driving the blood to his cock and balls and infusing him with testosterone. “But I wanted to stay fucking authentic, so I didn’t sell out to these big fucking studios. And you know what? I don’t regret it for a single moment. Fuck capitalism,” he held his glass up.

“Fuck capitalism!” said she. Both got up and clinked their glasses. And perhaps it wasn’t just him. She was feeling the blood, too. They were both a little high and a little drunk, because in all honesty, they’d both happily suck the devil’s cock given the chance, if that meant more people would buy their art. But the euphoria in their veins from finding another that would form this cult for two was simmering and giving both delusions of grandeur.

It was his cock she sucked later that night, not the devil’s. Yuta hadn’t even been particularly horny. He didn’t want to taint his muse, so to speak. He wanted to keep the authenticity of his art and preserve it for the masterpiece he would create. But the two of them had clinked glasses and sealed the commencement of this collaboration with a mature French kiss, and when the heat built, he let her suck him. And though he kept telling himself that their first fuck should be one for the records, he had caught sight of the perfect plump of her cunt and he decided that he wasn’t the kind of filmmaker to do first time scenes. He was an artist and she was an artist and they both celebrated sexuality as mature people do. So he fucked her too, right there on the couch of his loft apartment with the curtains fully drawn. Why would they close them? They were about to have an audience much larger than any passerby that might lift their lashes to their window.

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mxnaluv · 5 months

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Hi!! Can I get a blind date for ur jjk event please? :) (male please❤️) . So to start of about me, my name is Lolita I’m 165cm tall and I have dark brown 3b curly hair that reaches up to my chest. I have brown eyes. Some hobbies I do are drawing, singing, reading and cleaning 😭 I’m an Enfp ✨ my friends often refer me as really childish or crazy 💀 usually when I meet people they think I’m nice. I like to be nice with new people I meet but when I get comfortable with my friends I get so energetic 😭 I often enjoy socialising and playing with my friends I enjoy making them laugh 😍🤞

my likes are: food, friends & family, laughing and joking, nature, having fun, animals, sunny or rainy days and hugs.

My dislikes are : mean people or when people talk badly about other people and pain

When I look for a partner I always look for loyalty and their kindness. I’d like someone who gives me attention as well and plenty of hugs. As long as they have a good personality I’m fine 🤟

My love language as well is physical touch and quality time 🤞

Thank you!

JJK Blind Date

I pair you with Yuta! Thank you so much for the submission!

Yuta is very friendly despite how serious he can be sometimes. His kindness would definitely stick out, and definitely he can be loyal with how he is with Rika

He would also admire your like for things that are generally positive and love the fact that you have a kind heart as you like when things are more fun and that you don't like when people put others down.

Yuta would also be open to physical affection! He would love to play with your hair while he cuddled you and talk about how pretty you are

The perfect date I could see you two being on is an amusement park date!

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Yuta tried throwing the darts at the balloon. He's tried to win you a big stuffed bear like in the movies, but he underestimated how hard it was to pop the balloon.

His patience was running out a little but you cold see his determination to try to make you happy. You then offered to try it yourself and Yuta let you with a smile. You took the dart, then threw it and got the balloon perfectly. Yuta's frustration immediately went away when he saw you make the balloon that he's been aimlessly trying to get for the past 10 minutes.

In a fit of happiness, Yuta hugged you tightly while he was ecstatic "You did it!" he then pulled away and kissed you on the cheek, then took the bear and gave it to you, "Here, you deserve it."

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i-write-some-stuff · 1 year

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Overwhelmed - nyt

Pairing: Yuta x gn/enby OC (Kye) Contents: When the party gets too rowdy, Kye thought they had escaped the others by getting outside. They thought wrong. Warnings: overwhelmed oc, weed consuption, beer drinking Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Alright so I hated the original one so I took it down and rewrote it. I think this one is much better and I hope you guys like it too! Also I know I promised a masterpost for this series, it's coming, things just got out of hand lately but we're (hopefully) back on track

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any idol in any way, shape or form.

Voices became louder, and Kye turned around, trying to see what was going on. Johnny was nowhere to be found, and Haechan and Mark had run off who knows where, leaving Kye alone with their thoughts in the middle of the very crowded living room. Doing their best to not bump into everyone, Kye tried to make their way out of the crowd and into the kitchen, where they figured they could have a moment for themself. Everyone else seemed to be going the opposite way, trying to peak at whatever was happening over there. Mumbling ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s, Kye pushed through, ignoring as much as they could the loud and repetitive beat of the music.

A glass bottle broke, startling Kye, who spun around, spilling their drink all over someone’s shoes. Apologizing profusely, Kye kept backing up, abandoning the empty cup on their way. With the kitchen finally in sight, Kye cursed, seeing that it was just as crowded as everywhere else. The backdoor seemed like their best bet. When they got outside, they threw themself against the wall, out of breath.

“Kye? You alright?” Turning towards the voice, Kye saw Yuta, sitting on the concrete bench a bit further from the door. Kye nodded.

“In a minute,” they mumbled, but Yuta seemed to hear, since he didn’t push further. Closing their eyes, Kye tried to focus on their breathing.

If they were completly honest, Kye would have wanted any other frat brother out there right now. They didn’t have anything against Yuta, but they found him slightly intimidating. They had never really talked either, as Yuta was usually at work whenever Kye and Johnny met to work on their project. They were surprised Yuta even knew their name, given that the both of them had barely ever talked.

“Are you gonna be sick?" Yuta asked, and Kye shook their head. "You should probably sit down, then," he replied, patting the seat next to him. "I don't bite," he added, and Kye smiled, giving in.They went to sit with him, and he leaned back against the wall, bringing a joint to his lips. He really was beautiful, Kye thought. In the dim light from the patio's string lights, he looked like he was straight out of a movie. After all, his nickname was the Prince, and Kye thought whoever gave him that nickname were very right. Yuta glanced at them, and Kye looked away, feeling the heat burn their face. Fortunately for them, Yuta misread their reaction.

“Want a smoke?” He asked, stretching his arm towards them.

“Thanks,” Kye replied, taking a long drag, then very slowly blowing it out.

“Someone’s used to this,” Yuta joked.

“It’s one of the few things that help my overthinking brain to shut up sometimes,” Kye explained, and Yuta nodded.

“I get that. Do you feel better now, though? I can go and get you water."

“No, no, I’m good,” Kye paused, “and honestly… I’d rather not be alone right now. If you don’t mind,” Kye said quietly.

“I shall not leave your side, then,” Yuta said, and Kye smiled.

They sat in silence for a moment, the joint going back and forth between them. Yuta noticed how Kye was fidgeting with a strand of their ripped jeans, and Yuta handed them the joint again, then took off one of his necklaces, letting it dangle in front of Kye. It was a simple chain with a small feather carved in a black stone. Kye gave him a questioning look. “To play with. In stead of destroying your jeans. And your skin,” he said, noticing the raw skin around Key’s nails. Kye hesitantly took the necklace, running their fingers along the feather. It felt cool and soft, and their focus fully on the piece of jewelry for a moment, examining every side and smooth curve on the little object. Yuta watched them, a fond smile on his lips.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and Kye nodded. He thought they looked very cute, staring at his necklace as if it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, analyzing every single part of it. He almost let himself tell them to keep it, but he cleared his throat instead. “So what was happening back there?”

“No idea. Everyone got loud and started pushing around to get a better view so I just dipped,” Kye explained.

“Hmm. Probably just Haechan doing a keg stand or something.”

“That would add up, yeah,” Kye laughed. “What are you doing smoking all alone out here?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to come with me.”

“In a frat house full of partying uni students? Yeah right." A beat passed. "You didn’t ask me,” Kye stated, eyes glued to the feather.

“I didn’t know you smoke. In fact, I don’t know you at all. Other than your name, of course.”

“What do you mean you don’t know me? We see each other all the time!” Kye said, falsely offended.

“Yeah, like half a second.”

“That’s on you, really,” Kye said, and Yuta laughed, happy to see them more comfortable.

“Hey, I don’t choose my hours. If anything, you should plan your visits around my schedule.”

“I don’t know your schedule.”

“I can text it to you.”

“Smooth. Do you always get people's numbers like that?” Kye asked, finally looking up from the feather to look at him.

“First time, actually. Did it work?” They stared at each other for a second, then Kye sighed.

“Gimme your phone before I change my mind,” Kye said. Yuta had a cocky smirk, handing it to them.

The back door opened rather violently, and Kye jumped at the sudden snap, instinctively scooting closer to Yuta. His arm went across them, hand falling on their thigh in a protective stance as they both checked to see who was coming out.

An angry Jaehyun made his way through the yard, Jamie not far behind him, calling out his name. Yuta and Kye shared a look, Yuta noticing his position and moving his hand away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay-“

“Leave them alone for once, will you?” Johnny’s voice caught their attention, and they saw him holding Haechan back, keeping him from running after the two others. Haechan turned around to protest, but his eyes fell on Yuta and Kye, and his target suddenly changed.

“Since when do you two know each other?”

“They’re a regular at the cafe,” Yuta lied right away, and Kye nodded. Kye shared a look with Johnny, who knew that was a lie, but strangely refrained from commenting. His eyes fell on Kye’s lap, where the feather necklace and Yuta’s phone now laid, and he smirked.

“Come on,” he told Haechan, dragging the younger boy back inside. Poking his head out the door, he added “They’ve calmed down, by the way.” Kye smiled, thanking Johnny as he disappeared, yelling some non-sense as he did.

“Do you wanna go back inside?” Yuta asked, and Kye took a deep breath.

“I’ll stay a little longer. But you don’t have to wait for me,” Kye said, handing Yuta his phone back.

“I’m good,” he said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the wall. A few minutes later, a sort of chant rose from inside, and Yuta sighed.

“See, this time it’s really Haechan doing a keg stand,” he said, and Kye laughed, mindlessly playing with the feather in their lap.

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kv4z4r3 · 9 months

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Me with Yuta

(I love him so much)

(Yes i am catgirl curse and what)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen oc #oc x canon #jujutsu kaisen self #jjk oc #yuta okkotsu #yuta x oc #yuta okkotsu x oc

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multistanisms · 6 months

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Let Our Circle Be Unbroken | NCT | Ch 1

FANDOM: NCT [other groups will be featured/mentioned]

PAIRING: Jaehyun x Taeyong, Yuta x OC

WORD COUNT: 3,652

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Surviving a near death experience comes with a lot of surprises when warlock Jeong Jaehyun finds a dragon in a place that holds tragic memories for him. Nothing is as whirlwind, though, as when Jaehyun begins to meet the little clan of misfits Taeyong has gathered over the years and a mystery is revealed.

Sneak Peeks | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Unconsciousness wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, honestly. Jaehyun knew it was a fact of life that sometimes you just had to rest, and given the way he had been injured, rest was of utmost importance. It didn’t mean his hearing didn’t occasionally pick up on things, though. Accented voices were easily discernible after a few lifetimes of living all over the world. He was able to pick up three distinct voices; two males and a female. What snippets he did catch were a mix between banter and matter of fact tones.

"I'm surprised he lasted so long…didn’t know how...Ari and I to get here." A distinct Japanese accent with an inflection of age. An older being, no doubt.

"I don't know what...where he came... a portal or...caught me off...else to call."

"...blood loss…-cerns me, boys." The one that seemed to be tending to him was the female. "He's lucky…survived. I can heal a fra-...major wound, and helping with….time to heal."

It went quiet again, though Jaehyun didn't know for how long. His chest didn't feel like it was being crushed the next time he gained a form of semi-consciousness. His arm felt heavy, but no pain. 'Oh gods, tell me I kept my arm.' He thinks in the gray-black of what has to be a kind of comatose state. It dawns on him that perhaps his wounds were much worse than he had initially cataloged.

"Is he always so talkative, Taeyongie?" The first voice is light and playful this time, and Jaehyun is aware of what sounds like a hot beverage being sipped at.

"You're certainly one to talk. You've been oddly quiet all day." The second voice - Taeyongie - had retorted.

"Arashi has been working on things." The first voice replied.

"Yuta, you know she's doing her best. Everything will be okay."

"Don't say that too loudly, now. She already puts enough pressure on herself as is."

"It's not pressure if she chose to help find him."

"Or bring him back as safely as possible." The woman is back again, Arashi, if Jaehyun is correct. "But enough about that. How's my new friend?" Soft chuckles resound from the two men and Jaehyun is vaguely aware of his arm moving. Everything is quiet as Arashi examines him, or at least Jaehyun thinks that's what she's doing. Her hands are warm, much warmer than Jaehyun would consider normal, but there's a calming sensation.

'She's a witch.' Jaehyun realized. 'At the very least, she's a healer.'

"It's gonna take him some time to fully heal, but I think I can take the sleeping spell off. The worrisome things about his wounds are healed enough that he shouldn't need constant supervision." There's a sigh of relief, and Arashi chuckles. "Scared he wouldn't make it, Yongie?"

"A little. There was a lot of blood."

"I can't say it was all his. There was quite a bit from the wild hound that you basically ate whole." Arashi countered, a smirk in her voice.

"Hey, it was gonna attack me. It had already attacked him, I wasn’t about to let it have the chance to do the same to me."

"We don't doubt that. You just haven't taken that form in a long time." Yuta assured. "Do you need anything from us, Ari?"

"Some space. You two go, I'll join you as soon as I'm done." There's a shuffle as the two men stand and leave the room and Arashi is left with him. “Well, let’s hope you aren’t a serial killer or something. Not often people just show up for us.” She mused, and for a moment, there’s the sound of gathering materials before sounds grew fuzzy as he once more fell under.

The sun was beaming through a crack in a set of dark curtains when Jaehyun next became aware. Reptilian eyes opened as he groaned, reaching up to cup his head as he fought to sit up. The change in position made his head spin, but he managed to finish the motion, leaving his eyes closed for a long moment.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd wake up." The voice takes Jaehyun by surprise and he looks up too quickly, groaning and dropping his head again to catch his bearings. Then he slowly looks up, taking the woman in for the first time. She’s unsurprisingly not what he had expected. Her height is smaller than he envisioned, but she’s curvaceous in the right places. Her hair is bleached blonde and then streaked with bright red highlights, the tendrils falling about her face in messy layers. Her lips are quirked up in a kind but playful smile. “I’m certainly glad you pulled through.”

“Where am I?” Jaehyun asked, which was certainly more important to him than confirming she was the woman he’d been aware of while unconscious. He watched her hum thoughtfully, head tilting as she did so.

“Mm…somewhere safe, I gather.” she mused, letting hazel eyes close with a chuckle as she shoved from the door frame. “I’m Arashi. At least it’s what the boys call me. Would it be rude to ask your name?”

“J…Jaehyun.” It’s a response that actually catches Jaehyun off guard. In any other circumstance, he would have lied. Was it the location or the people? “My name is Jaehyun.”

Arashi nodded as she hummed to herself again, a little nod as she did so. “Well, Jaehyun, we’re getting ready to start dinner, and you should probably meet Yongie and Yuta. Especially if you’re gonna be sticking around to heal.”

“I really shouldn't-" Jaehyun started to decline, but Arashi lifted her hand, cutting him off.

"You were banged up pretty bad. Yongie didn't have to call us, but he did. That means something." She explained. "And honestly, I spent a good chunk of time healing what I could and I'd like to make sure you actually, ya know, heal properly." It's a logic Jaehyun knew he couldn't argue with; he himself had done the same thing on numerous occasions in his life. Arashi took his silence as a form of acknowledgement, nodding once. "Alright then. Want help getting to the kitchen?"

"No, I think I can make due." Jaehyun answered, taking a slow breath.

"Coffee or tea?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you drink coffee or tea?"

"Do you have any Lady Grey?"

Arashi grins at the inquiry. "I like you already, Jaehyun. Most people go with the Earl." Her smile is warm, and Jaehyun can't help but smile back.

"The lady has a naturally sweeter disposition when it comes to flavor."

"I'm inclined to agree, Jaehyun. I'll start your cup. Call if you need help." Then she's gone, leaving the door open as she makes her way down the hall. There's the sound of stairs that suddenly make him question whether he really is at the manor he had envisioned in his last ditch effort to survive. Now alone, the warlock moved to take a look around and found...not what he expected. Where he is shouldn't be a room. It was a sunroom the last he was there, complete with a skylight. The furniture was all dark to help contrast the brightness of the room. The floor to ceiling window along one wall has been fitted with curtains that look like heavy, insulated silk. Eyes lift to search above him, finding the skylight still remains, but is rigged with a contraption to cover it with large wood blinds using a small rope. Familiar and yet so completely, utterly foreign. Looking back down, Jaehyun took a breath and pulled the blankets back, turning to stand. The loss of his tattered clothes isn't surprising, but the sweatpants and dark tshirt are.

"I had Yuta get you some things."

Jaehyun startled at a new voice, reptilian eyes looking to land on a young man. Pink hair is fluffy and akin to wild around a soft featured face. It takes a moment of looking at the other male before it dawns which male is before him. Unlike Arashi, this one isn’t at all what he had expected. “You’re Taeyongie.” It’s a statement more than anything else, and Jaehyun is very aware of the blush that creeps along the other’s cheeks.

“Actually, it’s just Taeyong. Taeyongie is a nickname, as is Yongie, which if you recognize my voice, you’ll know the others have called me.” He explains, hands moving to fidget with the worn end of the long sleeved shirt he’s wearing. “You can call me that, if you’d like, by the way. I figured I would come in to check on you.”

A brow arched as Jaehyun heard the words. “Despite the fact Arashi was just here?”

“You were in pretty bad shape.” Taeyong replied. “It’s become what could be considered a habit to not leave you alone for too long.”

Confirmation settled on the extent of his injuries, Jaehyun nodded a little to himself as he thought. “Taeyong…how long have I been here?”

“Hm? How long?” Taeyong goes quiet to think, sunlight from between the curtains catching his eyes to create a kind of diamond rainbow effect in his irises. “Just about a week? Maybe a day or two more?”

“A week?” Jaehyun questioned, eyes going wide. “How…why?”

“It wasn’t easy. The wound in your side was laced with something, and you lost a lot of blood.” Taeyong replied. “It was touch and go, but once Yuta and Arashi got here, things started turning around. She did a lot with her magic, and I’m sure she’s far more exhausted than she’s letting on.” He settled into a silence, tongue wetting his lips, unaware of Jaehyun’s heart leaping a little. “So, um, we’re working on dinner, if you’d like to join us?”

"Of course." Jaehyun moved to stand. He was fully aware that Taeyong was watching him as he carefully got on his feet, the male poised to help if need be. Standing wasn't terrible, but the first step had him wobbly and Taeyong was at his side from one second to the next to catch him. "Guess my body is used to not moving."

"You have been comatose for a week." Taeyong replied with a playful smirk. "I'm sure you'll get your balance back quickly, though. Nonhumans recover fairly quickly. It's just a part of who we are."

"What are you guys?"

Taeyong chuckled and shrugged one shoulder as he helped steady Jaehyun. "A little of everything, honestly. The clan kind of welcomes anyone."

"That doesn't answer my question." Jaehyun answered, chuckling as he felt his footing become more secure.

"I'm a dragon." Taeyong answered. "You'll have to figure out the others on your own or just ask them." He said, gradually releasing Jaehyun as the other began to walk on his own more. "Arashi wants to make sure you're at your best, and I'm inclined to agree."

"I at least need to make contact with a few people." Jaehyun replied, glad that he could move on his own once he was near the bottom of the staircase. "I own safehouses and they need to know I'm alright." He paused at the smell of grilling meat and vegetables. "It smells delightful."

Taeyong gave a snorting sound. "Yuta has surprisingly good cooking sense."

"He was cooking before he met you." It was Arashi, coming in from where Jaehyun knew the kitchen was. A grin was on her face, giving a nod when she took in Jaehyun. "I'm glad you're on your feet already. Just don't go pushing yourself too fast to do normal things." Her tone had the slightest hint of scolding, but Jaehyun could tell her heart was in the right place. Her attention turned to Taeyong, and she reached up to ruffle his hair. "Come help us, Yongie. You know how hyper focused Yuta can get when he's grilling."

Taeyong laughed and nodded. "Sure, sure. What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna make up some salad stuff." Arashi said, taking a few steps backwards towards where she'd come from. "Just a little bit, mostly for me." Her eyes turned to Jaehyun as she moved. "Would you like some, Jaehyun?"

Jaehyun's mind was still reeling from the location, from the domestic gentleness that now called this place home. "Sure. Do you mind if I help?"

"I'm not sure you should be handling sharp objects, so you can wash the vegetables and help get the table set.” Arashi motions her head and he follows her into the kitchen, and Jaehyun is not expecting what he finds.

It’s as if the place he knows is gone, nothing but a nightmarish fever dream he made up, but there are still traces he can sense, even if it seems they're weak. Ghosts embedded in the wood and foundation, or was it his mind trying to recall them? His eyes take in the newly remodeled kitchen area, which has been altered with a series of broken down walls to include a massive dining area with a very large set of tables that could easily seat fifty people. The colors are almost forest-like, greens of all shades and accents of all kinds of color. A welcoming environment that Jaehyun is puzzled by.

"You seem oddly suspicious of the manor." Arashi's voice catches him off guard, and he turns to find even the counter space has changed. There's more of it now, and the massive room as a whole gives a very familial feel that is foreign to him, even as he watches her set vegetables aside.

"Let's just say I was once familiar with the workings." Jaehyun answered, walking over to join her and help wash the vegetables off. "It isn't what it used to be, that's for sure."

"Yongie did most of the renovation by himself. He wanted a place we could always come back to, a kind of base camp, I guess you could call it. The clan tends to end up drifting for periods at a time, but we always end up back together." Arashi explained, moving to set up their area to make the salad. "Yuta and I came to help a few times, and I'm sure some of the others did as well."

"How big is the clan?"

"Like how many of us?" There's a pause and Arashi counts under her breath. "Just off the top of my head, I think we're somewhere in the twenties? But that doesn't count any significant others or familiars that anyone has gained since we were all last together. I haven't met everyone just yet, but I know who they are." Her voice reflects the smile on her face, but Jaehyun can hear the soft sadness in the tone.

"How long has it been?"

"Yuta said the last time everyone was together was about six years ago. Very crowded at the time. I think that's why Yongie took to this place so easily. It's a very large property and getting wards up was no hassle."

"Wards?" Jaehyun asked.

Arashi nodded. "I put them up while Yongie was still working downstairs. Nothing with bad intentions can get through. I think the only reason the hound made it through was because it was attached to you."

"What happened to it, exactly?"

"It's been taken care of." Arashi replied, beginning to put the lettuce into a bowl and reaching for some of the carrots. "Don't worry, Jaehyun, you're safe here. As for contacting your people in safe houses, we have good reception out here, so you should be able to call everyone very easily." She began chopping them up, but paused for a few moments suddenly, shaking her head quickly after as if shaking off a chill.

The movement isn't missed by Jaehyun, who cocks his head and quirks a brow. "Are you okay?" He inquired as he moved to wash off more of the vegetables and help the witch out.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.” Arashi brushes off, continuing on. “I take it you were outed by someone?”

Jaehyun looked at her. “What makes you say that?”

“Yongie said the hound was in attack mode, that usually means hunters.” Arashi said, her tone sounding almost absent for a moment. “Hunters like to use dogs, especially the long time hunting families, saying they’re ridding the world of evil by killing us, but most of the time, I wonder if they bothered to actually look into the people they murder.”

Jaehyun recognizes the anger beneath the words, but he can’t bring himself to argue. He knows all too well the kind of unforgiving acts hunters are capable of. Deciding it was best to change the subject, he helps with putting the cut vegetables into prospective bowls. “So how long have you been part of this clan?” He’s glad when the question brings a bit of calm over Arashi, and she pauses for a moment.

“How long?” she hums for a moment as she thinks. “I met Johnny and Yuta…eight years ago?” There’s a smile curving her lips as she remembers, and it’s enough to make Jaehyun smile as well. “I was still working at the sanctuary cafe back then.”

“There’s a sanctuary cafe?” Jaehyun inquires.

“Oh, yeah! There’s a whole network.” Arashi grinned at him. “Of course, there’s protocol and such that go into establishing a sanctuary, but most of them are cafes. I worked at Le Lune for three or four years when I met the boys. It was a great place, honestly. Customers and staff alike, it was kind of like a home.” The slow roll into gentleness from her previous anger settles the unease of their previous topic, and Jaehyun finds himself listening as he sets the bowls in the fridge to stay cold. “You know, I wasn’t even supposed to work that day. My coworker’s mate went into labor.”

“Some would call that luck.” Jaehyun mused, returning to her side and sliding another bowl to grab her next prepped vegetable.

“Something like that.” Arashi replied. “I was wiping tables when they first came in. It struck me as odd for a moment, seeing a vampire and werewolf so casually together. Regardless, it started there, now I’m here. And I wouldn’t change it for anything.” The smile on her lips is enamored and soft, giving the witch a content appearance as she sets her knife down to wash the orange from the freshly cut carrots from her hands.

Jaehyun turns from her to collect the carrots and put them in the bowl, and there’s a kind of shift in the air that feels off that he doesn’t recognize. Before he can try to figure it out, there’s a slam from the sliding door of the patio as it’s flung open that makes him jump. His eyes first look at the now open door, then take in the room as he turns, eyes widening a fraction at the sight of an unfamiliar male cradling an unconscious Arashi to his chest. Dark red hair frames his face, eyes a blend of crimson and liquid gold that Jaehyun recognizes as those of a born vampire. ‘This must be the Yuta that Arashi and Taeyong have mentioned.’ he thinks, watching the male as he adjusts his hold on Arashi so he can brush hair from her face.

Taeyong enters a moment later, looking confused before he catches sight of Yuta standing to carry Arashi from the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I have no idea. We were talking and then she just collapsed, I guess.” Jaehyun answers, eyes watching the doorway. There’s a sigh from Taeyong, and the dragon shakes his head a little.

“Magic wear.” he murmurs. “We told her not to push herself, but she’s so stubborn sometimes.” Running a hand through rainbow hair, he goes out into the den, fully aware of the warlock following him. Arashi is laid in an oversized wicker chair that’s settled in the corner, silent except for her breathing. “Hopefully she isn’t out too long this time.”

“This has happened before?” Jaehyun asks.

“Once or twice.”

“She doesn’t like to let us know when she’s starting to feel the effects.” A deeper voice chimes in to add to the statement, a low rumble akin to a growl in Yuta’s voice as he appears with a large plush blanket in his arms. He drapes it over Arashi, moving her arm so they weren’t confined beneath the fabric before settling into the space beside her, fingers brushing through her hair as she seems to curl into him. It’s an action JAehun has seen a handful of times in his life, and it dawns on him a moment later.

“The two of you are mates.” he states more than asks, smiling warmly at the sight. “That’s why you were able to react before anyone else. You sensed it before we did.”

Yuta glances at where Jaehyun stands, eyes no longer that tell-tale sign of his heritage faded into dark brown eyes. He nods once, adjusting so that one arm is holding up his head as he watches Arashi with concern. “She doesn’t like to worry us, but when she pushes herself too far, it can be the most worrisome.”

“I should get a couple of rooms ready.” Taeyong spoke up. “You know them, depending where they are right now-”

“They could be here within a day.” Yuta finished, nodding as his focus shifted to the two standing in the den with him. “I can’t move her yet, Tongue.”

“I got it. You worry about Arashi. JAehyun can help me set up the beds, right?” Taeyong asked, looking at Jaehyun. “Think you’re willing to help set up a couple of rooms?”

“For who?”

“Arashi’s familiars.” Yuta answered first. “They’re part of small clans of their own. With Arashi fainting from overusing her magic in a short time frame-”

“Both clans are either on their way already or about to be on the move.”

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Chapter 6

Yuta was brimming with excitement, his plan was working. He knew you were pissed, and your reactions proved to him that you still cared. It’s a shitty thing to do, but he has tried being nice, but you weren’t responding, not until he acted like an asshole that you started taking notice. He hates that it’s the only way you react to him, but when he can finally explain things when you give him a chance then he can finally be honest of everything.

He can finally explain his biggest mistake in his life- breaking up with you.

“Please don't leave.”

“This is what you wanted, right? I’m just giving it to you, Avi.”

“This isn’t what I want. Yuta-”

You try to hold his hand, but he slips it away from your grip.

“Yuta, please. I’m not giving up on us. I’m still here, and I still love you. Please. Please don't do this.”

“You made your choice, Avi. You left me first.”

“I didn’t”

“You did. You chose your job over me.” He says through gritted teeth

“It’s not just a job, Yuta-” he starts to leave your room, rushing to get out of your apartment.

“Yuta, please let me explain. Yuta!” You try to chase him, but he turns around before you collide with his body.

“6 years down the drain, Avery. All because of that stupid job.” He slams your front door, leaving you in a crying mess in your living room.

Yuta chose the stairs over the elevator, it was ten floors down, but he didn't care. Tears roll down his eyes as he climbs the emergency stairwell, knowing damn well it wasn't because of a job. He knew he was a shitty boyfriend. His anxiety about you choosing someone better was what made him a possessive man. He couldn’t lose you- his paradise.

You were the one who believed in him, the one who loved him for who he was, but no matter how many times he repeats those words in his thoughts, it keeps getting replaced by the image of you being happy without him and how he knows you can survive without him has gotten him in knots. He blames himself for neglecting you, amongst other things. He tried so hard to keep you by his side, but it didn't work, so he pushed you away, but now it’s blowing up at his face.

He doesn’t want to let you go. His thoughts are running so fast that he needs to sit down. He cries and cries and lets the thoughts eat him up. “I’m a loser. I can't save my band. I can't save my relationship. It’s all my fault. All my fault.”

He snaps out of his thoughts when his manager, Chanyeol, calls his attention. “Hmm?” he says.

“I said whatever stunt you’re pulling, you better stop. We’re announcing the comeback in a week, and we can’t afford delays if you want this album out before the hiatus.”

“right, the hiatus," Yuta says in his head.

the hiatus was pushing through, and the group agreed to release a new album in exchange for a few months to try and explore solo projects. Yuta has been trying not to think about this; he saw other bands do this, and he knew most of them never made music as a band after the members started going solo. They were still in their golden era, their latest album and EP just went triple platinum, and now the members want to go solo?

Everyone is on his ass about this. He’s the only one against solo projects- it was the band or nothing else; why does everyone want to be on their own?

“It’s what we need, remember?” Sicheng says to him, and Yuta blinks at him, confused,

“You were making that face again?”

Yuta smirks “what face?”

“That face where you look like you’re about to murder everyone here,” Sicheng says with an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah, sure.” everyone besides Yuta feels like they're waiting for a bomb to drop; they’re careful around him, and even Jungwoo, who’s closer to him, was being cautious right now.

“I’m heading to bed. It’s another day tomorrow.” Yuta says with a closed-lip smile,

“Lay off, Avi, tomorrow. Sort out your relationship after the promotions,” Chanyeol says.

It’s like the air was sucked out of the room; he just stares at his opinionated manager and lets out a low “I don't know what you’re talking about.” and then heads to his room. He’s pissed off.

They don’t understand what he’s trying to do for the team and his personal life. He lets his thoughts lull him to sleep.

It was a month before his 6th anniversary with Avi, and he was still on tour. He wants nothing but to rest, but the music label has been booking them these dates to make up for their albums just barely going platinum. The tour dates were always almost sold out in places they never thought possible, but their local fanbase is their most reliable source of support and income; even their merch has sold out.

Management has been on their ass about playing it safe, no smoking (at least outdoors), keeping the cussing to a minimum, and absolutely no dating scandals (at least till they get two albums to platinum). So management had him hide Avery from the public while his band was none the wiser, he didn’t want to add to their worries; he saw how stressed his members were, and he was the leader after all the one who pushed them to take this path, so he felt responsible for shielding them from the other stuff. He knows why management wanted her out; they saw how bad it was for another band; their frontman was exposed for being engaged, they were more popular than 127, but then the rumors came out… well, now they barely make the top 100 list.

The industry is cold, and they’re lucky to be in a label where there’s support, but it’s still a business, and they need to keep things running smoothly. Yuta has been trying to keep everyone happy, and he’s sick of it. Hell, all he wanted was to make music and to come home to her- his paradise, but he couldn’t even do that.

He’s so worried about letting Avi out of his touch; she’s his home and the only person where he feels safe. He was so possessive of her, and he knew that and he tried, he really tried not to be toxic he wanted to keep himself sane, but the thoughts of her just meeting another person… the thoughts of her leaving him terrified him to the core,

Avery was the first person who never saw him as a failure, or as competition, she saw him for who he was- an insecure boy trying to please his family and everyone around him because he’s scared of being alone. Avery was the first person who encouraged him to go after what he wanted, even if it was just sushi, and she was the first person who would congratulate him for getting an A-minus.

He grew up needing to be the best at everything, and it was heaven when he didn't have to strive to be perfect, with Avery, all he had to strive for, was happiness. That happiness gave him so much freedom.

Now everything is just complicated. He knew how his anxiety had gotten worse, and he remembers his father telling them at the dinner table that only crazy people saw psychiatrists, and he is not crazy- he can't afford to be crazy. His family has started talking to him again, and his parents are trying to understand his career and get to know him. Damn, even his older sisters are talking to him again.

His family is starting to want to let Avery in, but he hasn't told her that yet. He wants to tell her when he’s sure they're not going to just blow it up in his face. He loves his family, but if their fallout taught him anything, it was that even blood couldn’t make you fully trust someone.

Now he stands outside her building with a mask and a hoodie. No one realized it was him, and he was grateful for that. He has a bouquet of her favorite flowers; he was excited to surprise her, even if it’s just a short dinner as he needs to fly back to be with members for the tour.

But what surprises him is how Avi walks out of the office building smiling and beaming like a sunflower following the sun, and then he looks at the person she was smiling at, a guy. Tall, good-looking enough to be a model; he says something, and she laughs.

Something he hasn't heard so much since the tour, he stands frozen in place; so many thoughts are running in his head, but one voice is loud; it’s the voice telling him that she has replaced him just as he feared. He watches her walk away from the building, and slowly he follows them; he sees her say goodbye to him, just a wave as she crosses the street to the bus stop. He just watches her until she gets on the bus, and then this man leaves with a smile on his face.

Yuta feels like a bucket of ice has just been poured over him; he dials her number, and she answers, and then the barrage of questions stumbles out of his mouth “where were you? What were you doing? Who are you with? Why didn't you text me at lunch?” She answers him honestly, but the feeling doesn't go away; he asks her what time she’d be home, and she says an hour at most. He hails a cab to go their-her apartment.

He waits outside her door, and she is surprised to see him there, she goes and gives him a big embrace, but Yuta notices that when she smiles at him, it was like she was tired. He knows her. He knows her well enough to see how she lies to him. Ever since that day, he texts her and calls her constantly. At first, she tried to reply to him immediately, but then she resorted to only texting him during off-work hours; this made him more angry and resentful.

His anxiety increased even when she tried to tell him what she did all day; it wasn't enough, and he needed her near him; he needed to see with his eyes that she was only for him. He would constantly check his phone and one time escaped from tour to check up on her, only for him to feel guilty as she was just at work and busy covering stories about an international celebrity. He went back to his bandmates a few hours before the show to find them fuming.

He left them, and management almost penalized them, but Mark was able to convince them that Yuta was just within the city. He failed to be a leader, and that incident caused the band to have that “solo stuff” conversation.

Sicheng said that all of them needed a break from the band. They were getting on each other’s nerves; he mostly opened it up because if he had to sit next to Haechan’s singing any longer, he was going to start smashing the youngest’s drum kit. Mark was excited, he wanted to do other genres of music besides rock, and Haechan feels the same. Jungwoo was excited to explore singing solo, he befriended a producer a few months back and was slowly making music with them. They all needed time to pause, also for Yuta’s sake it’s no secret he’s co-dependent on his girlfriend but his bandmates noticed he was always on edge even when it’s about the band.

He wakes from his sleep all groggy and tired. Today is his last chance to convince Avery to get back with him, he knows if he doesn't do anything today you’ll be with Johnny.

All he wants is another chance to be with you, at this point him being an asshole is what gets your attention so it’s what he starts being. He knows it's wrong but being an asshole and noticed by you is better than you ignoring him. When you blocked him and the 127 pages he felt like he was losing his mind.

For a month he couldn’t see any signs of you and he couldn’t even try to visit you since they were recording. He missed being happy. He misses being with you, feeling your soft skin against his calloused hands, running his fingers through your soft hair, and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

He misses being enveloped in you and letting go of the day’s stress because you’re all he wants to be consumed by. Some people call him codependent but he isn't right? He just loves you so much. Isn't falling in love supposed to be like this? He refuses to give up on them, the last time was just a moment of weakness, He’s stronger now, and he has better control of his anxiety. He’s better now. He has to be.

#magnets au #yuta x oc #yuta nakamoto #yuta imagines #yuta angst #nct yuta #nct angst #nct fanfic #johnny suh #nct au #mark lee #dong sicheng #haechan #nct imagines

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Worst Date Scenario

Yuta - 3rd POV

Fluff, Funny

WC: .6k

*Girl, who are you waiting for?

You know that you wanna go

Yeah*

Wow, Yuta wants to spend time together to get to know each other.

I thought he had no interest whatsoever.

Constantly giving me the cold shoulder and that stare.

Guess I was wrong.

He can be a little intimidating though, she muses.

A very attractive guy who knows it.

Smiling, he wouldn't have asked me to join him if he didn't like me right?

Dinner and a drive, what could go wrong?

●

Yuta arrives on time, looking very handsome.

Opening and closing the vehicle door.

'What a gentleman' smiling to myself.

The restaurant's specialty is seafood.

Yuta orders for us both.

"You don't mind?" He questions.

Explaining he knows this place, and well he would hate for me to be disappointed.

"Fine"

The whole meal follows in the same vein Yuta ordering everything he believes is the best.

The meal was nice and delicious but I could have made my own decision.

'Sigh'

After he pays for the meal.

"Let's hit the road!".

●

Cruising along the ambience is relaxing the conversation centre around the latest comics he has read and soccer.

Suddenly he pulls over.

A roadside stall selling flowers.

Returning with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

The roses scent is divine.

"Thank you so much. They are beautiful just like you!".

That handsome face breaks into a genuine smile.

"Welcome".

The scenery is amazing, looking at the window.

This is going so much better than I expected! What was I worried about?

Damn I have told him so many of my secrets! Yet he hasn't really offered much about himself in return.

Taking the next exit, "I want to show you something".

Exiting the vehicle Yuta walks towards a rock, patting the rock.

Explaining the landmark, "sit with me".

"Amazing right?"

His breath is so close, twirling hair in his fingers.

Breathlessly "yes".

Turning to face him, noses kiss, his eyes full of fire, moving in for the kill, lips collide in a sensual duel, bodies fuse as if one.

The heat travels the promise exotic.

With a smile of knowing, Yuta stands up, "we best continue".

"I…I okay".

Once on the road, "let's play music".

~Run away from this boring routine day Wake everyone up Shake It Off! Shadow from the strong light, the answer to the raging emotions (No No No)...~

That kiss, wow.

This guy is super intense.

That gaze, it's like he's reaching into my very core trying to read me.

"Do you like amusement parks?" he asks, "I love them".

"Oh I love this part!"

"That's Jaehyun," he mutters.

Track after track, "that's Jaehyun".

His tone getting angrier with each song, his eyes slowly turning into a furnace.

"Lemonade lemonade"

"Yes that's fucking Jaehyun again!".

"Fuck" he growls.

The vehicle comes to a screening halt.

"Out!"

"Get the fuck out!".

"What? We are in the middle of nowhere!".

"Get out!".

Yuta gets out of the car, opens the passenger door. "OUT!"

He doesn't mean it does he?

Fuck he does!

His anger is threatening and scary, maybe it's best to get away from him asap.

Yuta slams the passenger door with force, and returns to the driver's seat.

He gives a look of such hostility, and fury.

He grabs the flowers and throws them.

"Shit"

The flowers hitting the object of his anger.

With that he speeds off, dust stirring.

"Fuck".

Check phone.

No service.

"Fuck"

"What's his fucking problem?".

"Fucking volatile bastard".

Fuck fuck fuck. I guess I better start walking.

#yuta fluff #nct fluff #yuta fanfic #nct x reader #nct x oc #yuta × reader #yuta × oc #worst date scenario fic #nct127 fanfics #nakamoto yuta #yuta scenarios #yuta #nct scenarios #nct 127 #yuta x reader #yuta x oc #yuta funny fic

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honney-pies · 7 months

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Ma Cherie❤︎

Chapter iv: Bona Fide

Pairing: Inuokku/ F! OC

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to bare the genuine, real parts of your soul, but the more you do, the easier it can be.

Content Warning: major character death, slight gore, ya girl really tried to be descriptive during a fight scene, use of blades, stabbing, ripping limbs off, etc., gay people, Kanae having sad thoughts about life and people who have died, no-no words, spoilers for jjk season two, and jjk0, lmk if I’ve missed anything and I’ll add it!

Length: 5.5k

A/n: so this chapter mainly evolves around kanae and the tail end of jjk 0. I know it’s a lot shorter than the previous chapter, but their wasn’t a lot left to write lol. I wanted to end it on a happier note cause i need some fluff after the leaks cause wtf gege???? How could you do this to me???? And finally seeing Gojo’s episode in Shibuya (I won’t go into detail cause it only came out two days ago, but you know the one) has devastated me to my core and has left me in shambles. Also it has come to my attention that I’ve been spelling Yuta’s name wrong this whole time so I’m sorry. 😭Anyway, please enjoy!

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Bona Fide -genuine, real, to be in good faith

─── ⋆⋅ December 2017 ⋅⋆ ──

When Kanae wakes up, she’s in a tangled mess of her lover, and future lover’s, limbs. She opened her eyes to see Satoru standing above her, bandages off as he smiles down at her.

“C’mon, let’s get breakfast. Megumi-chan is waiting for us at the front,” he whispers. She reaches up and grasps his hand, but the boys’ arms are wrapped tightly around her. She huffs, but she still smiles.

“Gimme a sec, Toru-nii.” He looks down at the girl, a knowing smile on his lips before quietly leaving the room. Kanae continues to struggle as she tries to make her way out of the mess of bodies. However, neither boy lets her leave, their arms pulling her closer to their bodies.

‘Shit, this is really nice.’

“Toge, Yuta, I need to leave,” she whispers softly. Yuta grumbles before scooting closer to her. Kanae feels slightly annoyed at her family for making her leave such a cozy place, but she still knew Satoru wouldn’t have gotten her up if he didn’t need to be near her for his own peace of mind.

When she finally made her way from her bed, she got to see Yuta and Inumaki tangle themselves together, she snapped a couple photos, some on her first phone where she held the people she cares about the most, on her current phone, and a polaroid. After Suguru left Kanae made it a point to take as many pictures as possible, in order to keep as many memories alive as possible.

‘ 12/20/17 - first sleepover together’ Kanae smiles softly as she wrote, before getting dressed and slipping out the door. She quickly made her way to the front of the school, spotting her little brother and her dad bickering.

“She doesn’t have two boyfriends, Gojo.”

“She does, Megumi, you need to get over it.” Megumi looks over and spots his older sister and begins walking over to her.

“Do you have two boyfriends, nee-san?” She shakes her head and laughs at Megumi’s victorious ‘ha.’

“No, but we’re slowly getting there.” Megumi whips his head around so fast, Kanae nearly got whiplash.

“What?” She laughs again and reaches up and messes up his hair. He grumbles and swats at her hands.

“How did you get two boyfriends before I even got one?” She smirks at the boy.

“I’m awesome, have an amazing personality, and I’m hot. Who wouldn’t want me, ‘gumi?” He groans and shoves her away.

“Where do you want to go for breakfast, Megumi-chan?” Megumi looks at Satoru and thinks before shrugging his shoulders. The three of them wander around before finding a small place to eat. It has been a couple weeks since they all went out and Megumi talks about the latest documentary he watched before getting up and going to the bathroom. Satoru uses this opportunity to turn to Kanae.

“I don’t want you in Tokyo.” Kanae looks up at him, confused.

“Chances are Suguru will be in Tokyo, I don’t want you seeing him like that. I’ve already made arrangements for Utahime to watch over you in Kyoto.” Kanae watches her dad’s face closely and notices a slight twitch.

“You’re… you’re gonna kill him, aren’t you?” Satoru looks up at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. He reaches out and grabs her hand, holding it tightly.

“I don’t have a choice anymore, Kanae. He’s… he’s hurt too many people, killed too many people. I’ve spent so many years waiting around for him to come back, but you and I both know he won’t. I don’t want you to see that.” Kanae frowns at him before kicking his shin to make him look at her.

“I have the right to see him. I have the right to say goodbye. No, I don’t want to see him die, but I at least want to be there to make sure he goes with the people he loves. I’ll go to Kyoto, but I’m going to be there to say bye. No one will take that away from me.” Satoru sighs loudly before nodding his head.

“Fine, but I still don’t think you should.”

“I know, but I want to.” Megumi comes back to the booth and quickly notices the tense atmosphere. When he goes to question it, Kanae shakes her head.

“What do you want for your birthday ‘gumi?” He looks thoughtful for a moment before stating he wants more books. Kanae smiles and tells him she’ll make sure to get him some.

“What do you want nee-san?” She ‘hmm’s before smiling brightly.

“Toru-nii to not give homework!” Satoru looks extremely offended at the very thoughtt.

“I never assign homework in general!”

“Oh right, uh, well… I guess I don’t really know what I want.” Megumi groans in response. You see, Kanae has a lot of things she wants, but she chooses not to say what it is. It’s infuriating and it ends with Satoru closing down a mall and letting her run wild. Some may think that’s an unwise choice financially speaking, but it’s not as bad as when he let her get whatever she wanted from a book store. Now that was a taxing trip.

Satoru makes sure to get them things on Christmas and on their birthdays and the two get spoiled endlessly, unfortunately some habits are a little tougher to break when it comes to asking for what you want or need.

While the family began the walk back to school. Megumi was a little more talkative than normal, not that anyone was complaining. It was really nice to hear him be that free when it came to spending time with them, especially since he’s been extra quiet since Tsumiki was not an active member of the family for the time being.

When they were younger, Megumi had a harder time adjusting than Tsumiki. The two girls were close in age and got along rather easily. However, it took years for Megumi to open up and shortly before Tsumiki was cursed did he begin to call Kanae his older sister.

─── ⋆⋅ March 2016 ⋅⋆ ───

Tsumiki and Kanae were both walking around their middle school to go bother, to check on Megumi. Before they could turn down the second year hall, some boys blocked the hall and began to get in their faces.

“Wow look at this, some pretty girls came to say hello.”

“Wanna go out with me?”

“I bet she’s a freak, the quiet ones always are.” The two girls have had to deal with these comments for years, but that didn’t mean they would tolerate it.

“The fact you think you even have a chance with either of us makes me sick. Move.” The boys still didn’t budge.

“Oh~ I love them feisty! Keeps me interested.” Kanae then made her way in front of Tsumiki.

“I’m not asking, move.” One of them scoffed at her, rolling his eyes, “Or what?” Kanae went to shove her way past them, and maybe break their micropenis’, with Tsumiki, but before she could, the guy’s face was smashed into the wall with a very angry boy behind him.

“Do you not have basic manners? When someone says no, or implies no, it means no. Go back to kindergarten if you’ve forgotten. And don’t you ever go near my sisters again, if you do I’ll tear you to shreds.” The three boys run off, clearly embarrassed, as one of their noses bled.

“Aw, ‘gumi!” The dark haired boy turned around.

“What?” Kanae and Tsumiki giggled quietly.

“Megumi, you called us your sisters.” The poor boy turned red, becoming uncharacteristically shy. He quickly turned around, making his way back to class to finish his after school necessities.

“Ya hear that Tsumi? I’ve officially become an older sister!” Tsumiki smiled.

“He’s thought of you as his sister for a while now.” Kanae hummed.

“I know, he’s been acting like I am. It just feels different now that he’s actually said it.” The two continued their walk to Megumi’s classroom, Tsumiki listening as Kanae told her all the latest gossip.

─── ⋆⋅ December 2017 ⋅⋆ ───

Kanae and Satoru had just dropped Megumi off at home and are now making their way back to the school when Kanae grabs Satoru’s hand with her own, swinging it gently.

“Hey dad?” Satoru’s hand twitches slightly by his side as he turns his head towards her, letting out a small hum in acknowledgment.

“You know that I’ve pretty much always thought of you as my dad right? ‘Gumi does too.” Satoru smiles softly at her, giving her hand a small squeeze.

“I know. I’ve always thought of you as my kid… Megumi-chan and Tsumiki-chan too, but you’ll always be my first.” Kanae smiles widely before pulling Satoru into a hug. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her.

“Thank you for taking me in when you didn’t need to. When you get gross and old I’ll do the same for you.” Satoru gently shoves her away, gasping loudly.

“How dare you? I’m never getting gross, I’ll be this hot forever!” The two laugh as they walk around in search of a good sweet shop, plans of returning long forgotten with the amazing, stunning, magnificent idea of eating junk food and gossiping. Although neither one really had anything to talk about, so they decided to make fun of the people walking by them when they pass a sunglasses shop.

“No! You can’t come with me, that defeats the point of me getting anything! Wait, don't go yet, gimme your card first.”

While Kanae walks around the shop she finds a nice pair of blackout sunglasses, rectangle purple frames she thinks would look good on Maki. As she made her way to the cashier, she notices an… interesting pair of sunglasses that she just knew she had to get.

‘If I don’t get them, the world just might end.’ Kanae grins so brightly as she walks out, Satoru just grabs the bags and doesn't try to peek at what was inside them.

‘I’m such a great father.’

The two finally made the trek back to the school, deciding not to teleport in order to spend as much time together even though Kanae regretted that decision immensely about ten minutes into the walk.

“Toru-nii, carry me,” she said, drawing out the ‘e’.

“Nope.” Kanae groans loudly before pulling out her phone.

“Who’re you texting?” She positions her screen away from Satoru.

“No one.” Satoru then felt a buzz in his pocket.

‘Incoming call from Muscle Man’

“Ah, hel-”

“Satoru! Stop abusing the child! God Damn!” That was all that was said before Yaga promptly hung up. When Satoru looks over, Kanae’s trying her best to hold in her laughter before Satoru picks her up and begins to carry her.

“I feel like I’m five again.”

“You sure as hell don’t feel like it.” Kanae smacks him in the head. When Kanae and Satoru were younger, Satoru made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t use infinity when he was around her. Of course there are exceptions to this, like if they’re on a mission, or something like that. About fifteen minutes later Kanae got down and continues walking, although she nearly fell over when Satoru tried to jump on her back.

“Satoru, no!”

“Satoru, yes!”

Kanae, for a short period of time at least, felt as if she was a normal teenager. That’s something Satoru has always worked hard to do for all his kids, students and family alike.

“It’s unforgivable to steal the youth away from kids.”

Kanae has always appreciated that about him. When they finally made it back, Nanami was waiting for them at the front of the school. The poor man had been sent to make sure Satoru attends more meetings. Kanae had been “trained” to start and prolong conversions for as long as possible if this were to happen.

“Hi, Nanamin! How are you today?” Nanami, who had only recently come back into Kanae’s life after years of trying to distance himself, has always had a sweet spot for the young girl.

“I’m fine, how are you Kanae-kun?” Kanae then pointed at Satoru, who had somehow managed to carry an obscene amount of bags the whole way home.

“I went shopping and we found this really cute place for lunch. Are there more meetings you guys need to go to?” Nanami shook his head.

“Only Gojo-san. I’m done for the day.” Satoru groans before handing the bags to Nanami, telling him not to break anything. Satoru ruffles Kanae’s hair and drags his feet to the campus.

“I hear you might be getting another boyfriend soon, the Okkotsu boy.” He watches as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, letting him know that this was indeed the case. Kanae quickly turned on her heel and began speed walking to her dorm room. Nanami sighed and started to walk. He, the tall fucker he is, only had to speed up ever so slightly to keep up with her.

“Kanae, how are you doing?” Nanami once again watches in the corner of her eyes as she deflates. Kanae looks up at the sky. Seeing Kanae act like this made him remember how much, how long, Satoru’s raised her. The two are incredibly similar when it comes to their mannerisms, attitude, and ideology, but none of these similarities make them any less their own person.

“Do… Do you think that things would be for the better if ‘bara didn’t die? I mean I know they would, but just how different? Would you be happy? Would Toru-nii and Sugu-nii be happy? Would I be happy? Don’t get me wrong, I am, but it’s different. Seeing him again, after so many years hurt. I can only imagine what it was like for others, for Toru.” Nanami knew where the girl was coming from. He had seen how Suguru broke when Haibara died. He had seen the way he broke himself.

Haibara was Nanami’s first love, and he thinks he’ll be his last as well. He remembered the feeling of his heart breaking, the feeling of his limp body, becoming a lifeless one in his arms. After his death, Nanami refused to go on missions, finished his education, and left the shaman world. He remembers the solemn look on Kanae’s face, even at the age of eight she understood why the recent graduate needed to leave. The two didn’t keep in touch all that well, Nanami only picking her up from school on the rare occasion Satoru couldn’t. Not too long ago Nanami had joined the shaman world again, and Kanae had welcomed him with open arms just as she had when she found out of Haibara’s death.

Nanami can only imagine how many people she’s offered her comfort to after the death of a loved one, and he feels guilty for making her go through it continuously even though he’s not the direct cause.

When the two finally reach her room, they hear soft voices on the other side.

“Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“I know, I know, but I still feel like she might need or want some hugs or something!” Nanami, again, watches Kanae smile softly. Before she could open the door, Nanami quietly set down the bags and wrapped his arms around the girl. He may not see her as a daughter, or a sister, but he still cares quite deeply for Kanae.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly. She digs her hands into his blazer and lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry, too.” The two stay like that for a minute before separating. Nanami picks up the bags and Kanae opens the door to see the two boys wrapped up beneath her sheets, cuddling. She smiles brightly before flopping herself on the bed, stretching out. Nanami sets down the bags in the corner of her room.

“Thanks, Nanamin!” Nanami nods his head, gives the boys a once over, and closes the door behind him. He pulls out his phone, sending Satouru a text letting him know she’s safe in her room.

Kanae feels a slight nudge on her hip and she looks up to see Inumaki casting a glance at Yuta. The poor boy’s face took on a bright shade of pink. Kanae smiles before crawling up to the top of her bed, settling down behind him.

“Aw, Yuta! Are you embarrassed?” The boy vehemently shakes his head before looking at her.

“Oh, are you shy?” He nods his head slowly. Kanae snuggles a little closer and wraps one arm around Yuta, playing with Inumaki’s fingers.

“That was Nanami. He used to go to school here, I guess he was also my babysitter.” Yuta lets out a soft ‘oh’.

“Are you both not shy,” he prods gently. Inumaki shakes his head, before resting it on Yuta’s shoulder.

“No, we’re not. You could say the two of us are used to people constantly barging in. Toru-nii and ‘gumi still do it all the time. It’s super annoying when we’re watching a movie or something.” Yuta nods his head, resting it gently atop Inumaki’s.

The three spent the rest of the night like that, cuddling and enjoying one another’s company until the sun came up and they could no longer ignore the impending events that would forever change the world as they knew it.

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December 24, 2017 - the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons - the death of Geto Suguru

Kanae wakes that day with no one beside her, leaving her bed feeling empty and cold. She spent the night agonizing over every little thing, preparing herself for the loss of shaman that would be bound to come later in the day.

When it came time to go to Kyoto, Kanae said her goodbye’s to everyone, not knowing if she would see them when morning came. Satoru accompanied her all the way to Kyoto, not wanting her to be lonely. The two spend the car ride in relative silence, not knowing what to say to make the other feel better.

Ijichi comes to a halt after some time, signaling that they have arrived. Satoru got out of the car first, opening the door for Kanae. Stepping out, she could see most of the Kyoto school waiting on the other side, slightly unnerving her, but she ignored it. As she surveys the crowd, Kanae sees plenty of familiar faces, all somber, looking at the both of them with pity. Very few people in the shaman world didn’t know of the tragic story of their small family. Utahime was the first person who stepped forward, greeting the girl. The rest begin to follow shortly.

After the teachers had a small discussion to the side, far enough out of earshot, Satoru decides it’s time to take his leave. Kanae gives him a small hug before he goes.

“You’ll come get me right?”

“I promised, didn’t I? Be safe.”

“You too.” Noritoshi rests a small, light touch on her shoulder as she watches as his car becomes nothing more than a speck on the horizon. Kanae sighs softly before smiles brightly, a fake one that doesn’t reach her eyes, not by a long shot, and begins to make her way to the school.

“All right, let's get this shit show over with.”

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The students were in charge of clearing out the curses as much as possible and containing them to their designated area, which resulted in them being in the semi front lines. Foolish, I know, but unfortunately Gege is a sadist.

Noritoshi has never seen Kanae fight a curse before, and he’s frankly a little frightened by his little sister. She has a malice dripping grin on her face, several cuts bleeding profusely, and a rusty kitchen knife defying the laws of physics.

He watches as she accidentally drops the knife while a curse runs towards her, mumbling a small ‘fuck,’ before twisting her body so her right side’s facing it. He watches in fascination and mild disgust when she moves efficiently, shoving her right foot near its feet, jamming her right side into its chest area, grabbing its limb, and rips the limb from its body. Kanae then quickly maneuvers her body to shove the limb down its mouth with so much force, the back of the head is left with a gaping hole.

“Now that’s a pretty extreme take on fisting, if I do say so myself.” Noritoshi doesn’t know how she can continue to make jokes at a time like this, much less where the energy comes from, but if he has to guess he’d say it was from Satoru. Kanae rushes over to her knife and picks it up, but not before another hoard of curses charge towards her.

She makes quick work of them, jumping up and landing on a curse. Kanae uses that moment of confusion to dig her knife into one’s face and drag it out the side of its face. She uses the curse as a stepping stone to make her way onto the back of the next one. Kanae takes her left hand to jam the knife in the right side of its neck, yanking it through the left. The next one gets a little too close for comfort, right when Noritoshi was going to shoot an arrow, he sees the knife leave her hand and quickly shoot itself through the chest of the curse. The knife was covered in blood, Kanae’s and curses alike. It continues in its conquest to protect its wielder while Kanae grabs the head of another and forces it clean off of the rest of its body. However, she doesn’t drop the head, she swings her arm to backhand the curse coming up from behind. The curse doesn’t go flying, but it does stagger a couple steps back, far enough away that Kanae grabs hold of her knife, ramming it in its legs. She drives the blade through the curse’s limbs. Her face has a little splatter of its blood. Kanae reaches up and wipes it away with her thumb.

“Gross.”

He watches her closely, not quite able to shake the dread of something potentially happening to the girl. He watches as she moves precisely and lodges the blade into the creature's eye, killing it, before throwing the knife, which scares the daylights out of him when it whizzes right past his head, and into a curse getting too close to Nishimiya's broom. She makes a slight pulling motion with her hand, causing the weapon to return to her.

He watches as she throws herself in front of Mai, effectively blocking an attack. He watches as she practically flies from curse to curse, annihilating everything in her way. Again, it terrifies him to see a usually collected and care free girl attack so gracefully and primal all at once.

Kanae feels something grabbing at her leg and sees it’s a curse. Before she could even take the time to angle herself in a harmful manner, Miwa slices through the limb. Kanae smiles at the girl, voicing a breathless ‘thanks,’ before continuing to move. Noritoshi sighs softly and makes his way to his next target.

Some time later when the battle is almost over, he sees a trail of carnage, Kanae at the front, leading the destruction. He knows she can hold her own, hell he’s seen it with his own eyes and Kanae is in the process of evaluation to become a grade one shaman after all, but he’s still surprised at how powerful she is when she doesn’t put herself unnecessarily in harm's way. Though he thinks that maybe that makes her even more powerful at times.

“You’re a force to be reckoned with, aren’t you?” Kanae looks over her shoulder, giving him a tired smile.

“Red Velvet is having a Christmas special tonight, I’m not going to miss it.” Noritoshi groans as Todo makes a sound of approval.

“Takada-chan is too.” Kanae nods her head.

“See, even the jackass gets it!” This time, Noritoshi isn’t the only one that groans.

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When the battle finally reaches its conclusion, everyone is extremely tired and sits on a curb, trying to get any ounce of rest possible before they’re undoubtedly drawn into another fight. A small blue speck begins to grow in front of them, and they all quickly rise to their feet, prepared to fight once again. However, none other than Satoru Gojo appears. His bandages are around his neck. Satoru does a quick once over of all the students before looking at Kanae.

“C’mon, it’s time to say our goodbyes.” She bows slightly to the others, thanking them for their help, before joining her dad’s side, disappearing from view.

“Okay… is it just me, or does she kind of seem inhuman when she fights, like an animal? Also why are his eyes so bright?” The children let out a small laugh at Mai’s comment and begin the walk to the rest of the shaman.

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There’s a weird sense of deja vu when Kanae steps back into the school grounds. She sees a figure, fatally injured, making their way to them. Even with all the blood, Kanae can tell it’s her brother. He looks up at the two as he slides down the wall, not surprised by their arrival.

“You’re late, Satoru.” Without glancing at the man, Kanae knows he has a desolate expression, a pained smile gracing Sugurus face.

“To think you both would be the ones here at my end. Is my family safe?” Kanae’s heart hurts hearing those words, but her heart aches at the sight of her brother grasping an arm that is no longer there.

“Every last one of them managed to escape. The ones in Kyoto were under your orders, too, right?” Suguru turns his head away from the two, resting his head against the cool bricks.

“Yeah,” his voice laced with pain, “Unlike you I’m a kind man.” Kanae huffs out a small laugh, tears forming on her waterline. Satoru stays motionless, no emotions on his face.

“You sent those two assuming that O’d defeat them, didn’t you? To set Okkotsu off.” Kanae sends a questioning glance at Satoru, who wouldn’t take his eyes off of his lover. Even after all this time apart, Kanae knew of very few words to describe the two other than that.

“I trusted you,” those simple words broke something in her. She’s seen first hand the love the two held, hold, for one another, “ Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn’t kill off young shamans without a reason.” Another creeps its way up Suguru’s lips.

“Trust, huh? I didn’t think I still had any of that left.” He says it more to himself than anything. Suguru releases his shoulder for a second to throw a card at Satoru, but quickly grabs it once again. Kanae quickly glances at the card and sees Yuta’s name.

“Was the elementary school your doing, too?” Kanae looks at Suguru, a smile still present.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe you,” Satoru whispers, “ Do you have any last words?” Kanae’s breath hitches and she quickly makes her way over to Suguru, sitting on his right side, placing a land on top of his. He looks at the hand, noticing a few familiar beads.

“I see you’re wearing my old bracelet, it suits you.” Kanae’s lower lip wobbles, three words dancing on her tongue, but fear of what might happen prevents her from saying them. Suguru moves his head to look at Satoru.

“No matter what anyone says, I hate those monkeys,” his grip tightening on his arm, or lack thereof, “But I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High. I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.” Satoru takes a few steps forward, squatting down in front of them.

“Suguru,” the said man rolls his head to look at his other half, no energy in his movements anymore, “we’ll meet again.” Suguru’s eyes widen before he lets out a soft laugh, his soft laugh.

“At least hit me with some curses at my end.” Kanae’s tears freely stream down her face, but she still keeps her mouth closed. She whispers a barely audible, ‘I love you, Sugu-nii’ and gives him a hug, which he returns, before standing up and taking her place at Satoru’s side. She closes her eyes, not wanting to see his death, and hears the sound of flesh tearing. No heartbeat coming from his body. She makes a fist in Satoru’s jacket, scared that if she were to open her eyes, he would not be there. Satoru places a hand on her head, bringing his little girl into a hug. Kanae couldn’t breathe without sobs racking her body. She feels his hand on her arms, along a tear in her uniform where she had gotten hurt, warmth spreading across her body. He guides her away from Suguru’s body.

Rubble surrounding a body, slowly decaying, blood gushing everywhere, staining everything it touches, a last desperate plea of I love you,’ life fading from a brother, but this time, they’re not going to come back like before.

Or will he?

When Kanae finally has the strength to open her eyes, Satoru still keeps an arm around her shoulders. No words are exchanged between the two, but none are needed. She rubs her eyes until they’re raw. The dad and daughter make their way to the others, seeing Rika turn into her human form. An adorable little girl, really.

Satoru removes his arm from Kanae and claps, Kanae, not knowing what was going on, just claps along with him.

“Congratulations! You managed to break the curse.” The four first years look confused.

“Who are you?” Kanae chuckles softly, Satoru deadpans.

“Your good looking teacher, Gojo Satoru. I thought the theory Yuta came up with sounded Interesting, so I requested an investigation into their families. The investigation of Rita’s was finished quite a long time ago, but Yuta’s was full of holes at best. So then it came to light. You’re the descendant of Sugawara Michizane! That makes us super, super, super distant relatives!” Kanae gasps, amazed, and laughs at Satoru’s pose.

“Woah, no way!” Yuta looks confused.

“Uh, who?” Satoru is now dancing.

“One of Japan’s three great apparitions!” Satoru is still dancing. “He’s a super big shot shaman.” Kanae slightly jabs her elbow into Satoru’s ribs.

“You were right, Yuta. Rika didn’t place a curse on you. You placed a curse on Rika. Now the one who placed the curse has canceled the bond. So long as the one who was cursed doesn’t seek any penalty, it’s fully broken now. Of course, that much is obvious after seeing her in that form.” Yuta falls to the ground, tears flowing onto the cracked cement beneath him. Kanae, while wanting to comfort the boy, stays in place, knowing how overwhelming it can be to have people surround you when you need space to breathe.

“It was all my fault, wasn’t it? I turned you into that form, I hurt all those people, and I nearly caused everyone to die when Geto came after me!” Kanae feels Satoru tense at her side, she does too. Even after all this time it still catches her off guard when people mention her brother and speak of him like that. Even if they’re mostly correct. Yuta’s hands dig themselves into his hair.

“It’s all… It’s all my…” Kanae watches as Rika makes her way in front of Yuta. She hugs him tightly. “Yuta, thank you… for giving me more time and letting me stay by your side. These past six years, I’ve been happier than I ever was while alive.” Yuta continues to cry, only looking up when Rika lets go and stands up. She backs away from him.

“Bye-bye. Take care. And don’t come over here too soon, okay?” Everyone watches as she fades away, officially beginning to rest.

“Woah… I didn’t know death could be that sparkly or…bubbly,” Kanae whispers. Satoru snorts quietly.

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Everyone’s standing at the school entrance, waiting for Yuta to show up.

“Did you really call Rika’s death bubbly?” Kanae sighed exasperatingly.

“She literally turned into bubbles, like that one witch from the wizard of oz! How else do I describe it? There was glitter in the air.” Inumaki chuckles, holding Kanae’s hand. The two girls continue their small argument, even though everyone knows Maki laughed when hearing the comment.

In the distance, they could see Yuta and Satoru walking over to them.

“Come on, Yuta! How long are you gonna keep us waiting? Let’s go!” Yuta makes his way over, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kanae.

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A new chapter of their lives would begin that day. Kanae would struggle with the loss of her brother and all the emotions that come with it. Yuta would struggle with accepting the love he deserves, but the three of them would learn together. Inumaki, Kanae, and Yuta would slowly start dating and live happily ever after. Well… at least until the entirety of the Shibuya arc gets animated because your darling author doesn’t want to spoil anyone before then, seeing as she deeply regrets reading the manga after seeing season one of the show.

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Thank you so much for reading! The next chapter, ‘purple Lilac blooms,’ will be a 5+1 fic. It should be posted next Saturday 9/30. As always, there is a self insert on my blog and this can be found on ao3. See you later, honney bears!

-honney

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THE CURSED CHILD: YUTA OKKOTSU✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. mentions of unaliving from jjk0. WORD COUNT: 2.6k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, established couple. student!yuta x sensei!oc, strictly student and sensei, nothing innappropriate.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru save a student from a secret execution, and his name is yuta okkotsu. AUTHOR'S NOTE: my take on how oc gojo girlfriend would've met yuta and how yuta sees her. this is the start of a new mini series called the cursed child(ren), and it's basically how oc gojo girlfriend meets satoru's students. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

it was your lunch hour at jujutsu high, and satoru was hiding in your office. and when you say hiding, you meant that he was avoiding his sensei duties.

“you can’t stay in here, i have to leave soon.”

you sat in satoru’s lap as he brushed your black hair behind your ear, “where are you going?” he asked curiously.

“the school directors said that there’s an issue at one of the public high schools. i’m guessing a curse they need someone higher than a grade one sorcerer for.” you muttered. you wondered why the other sorcerers couldn’t handle the issue. you rarely went on missions nowadays.

“i can go with you if you want.” satoru suggested.

you looked at him and glared, “you promised maki that you’d help her with her close combat, so no.” satoru had three first year students this year: maki zen’nin, toge inumaki, and panda.

“we haven’t been on a mission together in awhile haven’t we?” satoru reminisced, “we used to have so much fun when we were students, don’t you think?”

you thought about yours and satoru’s routine when you were younger. you would drop off megumi and tsumiki at their elementary school, grab lunch at your favorite cafe in shinjuku, complete your mission, and then grab dessert. those were the times. (read 'seeing red' here)

“unfortunately we’re adults and have real responsibilities now. like looking after the students and raising teenagers.” you chuckled, “i have to go, sweetheart.”

you caressed satoru’s cheek with your left hand and kissed him goodbye. he pulled you closer before you started to giggle, “satoru! i have to go now!”

the sly sorcerer snuck two more kisses before letting you go. you blew him a kiss before shutting your office door behind you, leaving him with his signature shit-eating grin.

the school directors’ meeting room

“so you want me to go find a child? for a secret execution?” you couldn’t believe your ears. how could these rude, old school directors expect you to bring a child back for them to execute? your motherly instincts started to kick in. you could never imagine executing a child the age of megumi and tsumiki.

"there are reports that there is child by the name of yuta okkotsu that is harboring a special grade cursed apparition by the name of rika orimoto." the school director stated.

another school director added, "he's already injured four of the high school students, three grade two sorcerers, and a grade one sorcerer."

"and you're asking me to retrieve the child because the grade one sorcerer couldn't do it?" you asked, annoyance in your tone. you were rarely ever summoned for missions due to the fact that you could heal. healers were important to the jujutsu community, so they were usually the last ones summoned.

"precisely. bring him back to us."

you left the directors' meeting room and rolled your eyes. throughout the years of being a special grade sorcerer, you and satoru shared one thing in common: your hatred for the directors and their old school way of thinking. you were glad yours and satoru's grandparents weren't so old-fashioned.

the only reason why the directors didn't turn to satoru is because they wanted a secret execution. if satoru knew about this, he would've intervened as the gojo clan's influence would allow him to do so. you didn't agree with the secret execution either, but you knew that they turned to you instead of satoru because they hated to ask that man for anything. you would tell satoru as soon as you got back.

sugisawa third high school

akari drove you to the school that yuta okkotsu was held up at. as you pulled into the parking lot, you felt the cursed energy radiating from inside the school. it was a vast amount, something that you haven't felt in a very long time. it also felt familiar, similar to satoru's.

"that's not a good feeling", akari said from the front of the car, shuddering as she sensed the cursed energy as well, "you sure you'll be okay? does gojo know you're here?"

"it's fine, akari. i can handle it. satoru is busy with his firsts years right now."

"be safe, (y/n)." akari said as she saluted you.

you nodded to her and set the veil, raising your two fingers, "emerge from darkness, blacker still. purify that which is impure."

a veil started to surround the school. you summoned your shikigami spirit birds. they flew around for a moment as their feathers started to ruffle. that meant that they sensed danger. they flew a few feet ahead of you as you summoned 24 ice shards, circling you. (a/n: did anyone notice that oc gojo girlfriend can now summon 24 shards compared to 12 when she was younger in older fics? she's even stronger in the present.)

you walked into the school and could sense intense cursed energy coming from the classroom that yuta was supposedly in. you opened the door to see him. he was having a complete mental breakdown. his hands enclosed his face, body crouched in a corner, hyperventilating. you waved away your ice shards as they melted into thin air. he was not a threat to you.

"are you yuta okkotsu?" you asked him.

he looked up and shouted, "stay away!"

you stayed calm as force was not going to be helpful here, "yuta, my name is (y/n) (l/n). i'm here to help you." you reached out to him.

yuta's eyes filled with tears, begging. "stay away. i don't want to hurt anyone. everyone that was sent here was hurt because of me."

"don't worry. you can't hurt me, yuta." you said as you crept closer to him. he winced as if he was anticipating something to hurt you. you summoned your water veil, enclosing yourself in a ball of water that made you untouchable to most curses and cursed techniques.

you reached your hand out of your veil of water, "come with me, yuta. there's someone i want you to meet, his name is satoru gojo. we can help you control this curse and help people with it. you won't have to hurt anyone anymore."

yuta looked up at you reluctantly, he slowly reached out to grab your hand. you quickly pushed into his pressure points on his forehead and knocked him out. (a/n: yup, just like satoru did to yuji) you summoned a water veil around him. before you took yuta out of the classroom, you noticed a knife that was turned into a tangled and twisted dagger.

"spirit birds... take that knife. bring it back to satoru."

your spirit birds took the knife and stored it in their shadows. they loved satoru, so they were happy to bring him a gift. you started to think your spirit birds liked him more than they liked you.

you drew the veil down as you walked towards the car.

"akari, call satoru right now. have him meet me in the dungeon."

"got it."

at the jujutsu high dungeon

satoru examined the knife that your spirit birds had brought back to him, "so, the elders went behind my back and asked my own girlfriend to bring them a child to execute?"

you ignored his recap of your story, "we have to save him, satoru."

"of course i'll save him. he's only 16 and underage. who do those damn higher ups think they are?" he said angrily.

you suggested to him, "we can teach him how to control this curse. i'm sure of it. there's no reason to execute him. what do you think about him joining maki, panda, and toge?"

"i think it would be a good idea."

"he's been through a lot," you sighed as you looked at the student who was sitting in the chair, tied up, and out cold. ofudas and different jujutsu seals were painted all over this dungeon.

satoru patted your shoulder, comforting you while you both looked at yuta. you rested your head against satoru's arm as you held his hand.

"did you sense the cursed apparition while you were at the school?" he asked curiously.

"i just sensed what you're sensing right now. the cursed apparition didn't appear when i got to him."

"i see. i'll take care of things, babe. just leave it to me."

the next day

satoru had met with the school directors right after you told him about yuta. and of course, he was able to get yuta's execution suspended. in return, he would have to take him in as a student so that jujutsu high could learn more about the special grade curse that attached itself yuta.

you made sure that yuta had his dorm room accommodations, that his student id card was made, and that he had a uniform ready to go for his first day.

"you really want to give him a white uniform?" you frowned. you thought that white uniforms were ostracizing. white meant that your powers were unstable, and it was something that you had to wear briefly when you first joined jujutsu high over ten years ago.

"he'll get out of the white uniforms in no time." satoru said confidently, "i know you hate putting the kids in white uniforms because it reminds you of when we were students." he kissed your temple.

you handed him a packet of all of yuta's paperwork and his student id.

"he's a special grade." you said to satoru as you looked at yuta's student id card.

"just like you and me." satoru grinned.

"should we go escort him from the dorms?" you asked your boyfriend. he smiled at you and looped your arms around his, clasping his palms together to teleport you both to the courtyard.

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yuta's first day of school was eye opening for him. satoru mentioned that he assigned yuta on a mission with maki. he was able to save the two missing children at the elementary school and an injured maki, and exorcise the curse by summoning rika orimoto (satoru got an earful for that one).

it was the moment where maki asked yuta why he enrolled at jujutsu high where yuta realized what he wanted to do. he didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. originally, he had wanted to run away and disappear forever, but satoru had told him that he would be lonely if he did that.

yuta wanted to be surrounded by people, he wanted to be relied on by others, and he wanted to believe that it was okay for him to keep living.

three months later

yours and satoru's main goal in life now that you two were older? it was to create a supportive environment to raise intelligent allies. both of you promised to protect the up and coming generation of jujutsu sorcerers, making sure that they would never have their youth taken away like satoru's was taken from him. (read 'learn to love' here)

the past three months, yuta had made tremendous progress as a sorcerer. he trained hard every day. he was even able to defeat suguru geto during the night parade of a thousand demons...

today, you were having your quarterly meeting with the students at tokyo jujutsu high. this meeting was a review of the quarter, a chance to catch up with the students to see how they were doing, and to see what they needed to do to be on track for high school graduation and their promotions to the next grade of sorcerer.

yuta knocked on your office door. he was right on time for his 1pm appointment.

"come in." you called out. putting his folder at the top of the stack of folders you had on your desk.

"hi (y/n)-sensei." he said with a smile.

you smiled back at him, "hi yuta. how are you doing?"

"i'm doing fine. is gojo-sensei doing okay?" he asked with concern. satoru had taken some time for himself after the incident with suguru last week. you knew he was at home collecting his thoughts and deciding how to be present for his students after losing his bestfriend for a second time. (read 'to be present' here)

"he's having a hard time, but he will be okay." you reassured him, "yuta, satoru wanted me to ask you if you would like to do some private training in africa."

"africa? that's pretty far." yuta said, "and that would mean that i would have to leave maki, inumaki, and panda..." he sounded sad when he mentioned his friends.

you related with him, seeing that it was going to be a hard decision for him, "i understand if you don't want to go. all your friends are here. i would've felt the same if i had to leave satoru and shoko."

"would i get stronger if i went, (y/n)-sensei...?" yuta asked quietly.

you watched yuta as he shifted in his chair, he was looking down at his feet.

"you would gain valuable experience by going. yuta, you're going to be such a strong sorcerer when you get older. hell, you're already so strong compared to most sorcerers your age. i know even megumi looks up to you." you said to him.

"if i can get stronger and protect the people i love, i'll do it." he confidently said.

"well... that didn't take much convincing." you chuckled as yuta blushed. "you can always come home whenever you want too. don't worry about the finances and lodging, i'll take care of everything for you." you smiled at him.

"you really are the best, (y/n)-sensei..." yuta said softly with a smile, "so, who's going to be training me while i'm there?"

you grinned from ear to ear as you remembered interrogating a specific sorcerer with satoru, threatening him to train yuta or else.

"miguel."

EXTRA:

"yuta, if anything happens to me, i need you to take care of the current first and second year students," satoru said, "i've got a bad feeling. i'm especially concerned about the first year, yuji itadori. just like you, he was up for a secret execution. if you could watch over him, i'd appreciate it."

"if anything happens? like you getting a girlfriend?" yuta asked, no jokes aside.

“oh, you're a comedian now, huh?” satoru retorted.

"well, i can't imagine anything else that would happen to you." yuta chirped as he walked side by side with his sensei.

"and for your information, i do have a girlfriend."

yuta asked curiously, "the sensei with the black hair and green eyes?"

"how did you know?" satoru asked. he never told his students about you. he liked to keep them guessing and let them find out on their own.

"just had a feeling." yuta said with a smile.

you were the one that had gotten yuta's paperwork ready when satoru suggested for him to train with miguel in africa. you were also the one who made sure he had somewhere to stay and that his finances were taken care of while he was away. miguel always preferred to talk to you instead of satoru in regards to anything that concerned yuta.

your job at tokyo jujutsu high was more than just administrational, you took care of every student, just like a mother.

yuta had a hunch that you were the woman that kept his childish sensei in check. there was something about the way gojo-sensei would mention your name in such an endearing manner, the way he looked at you when you would come into his classroom to give him paperwork while you flashed your signature cheeky smile at him, and of course, the way he was always quick to end a lesson or spar so that he could sneak away to your office to "speak with administration."

"i know what you're thinking, sensei." yuta said out loud, "i'll take care of (y/n)-sensei too."

satoru scoffed in surprise. he knew you would be able to take care of yourself, but he was grateful. grateful that his students loved you just as much as he did.

"thanks, yuta. i appreciate it."

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