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Going to the Chapel

Sinful Angel- pt.1

Summary: Tokoyami’s (very) religious sister comes home from catholic school. Everything’s going fine until he realizes she’s smitten with his mentor…

Warnings: OC insert🙌🏾, religious beliefs… that’s it. I guess.

Keigo Takami(Hawks) x Falancia Tokoyami(OC)

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Fumikage had spent his whole life knowing his sister on a surface level. He didn’t know her heart, only that she held a lot of faith in God, Church, the Bible, Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Adam and Eve, all of it.

He never understood the whole obsession with it. She only came home on holidays, but then she would only stay for a couple days.

Over the summer she volunteers so she’s only home for a week. Two if he’s lucky.

Finally, after 14 years abroad, she’s coming home. Fumikage doesn’t know why she went to catholic school abroad, though.

Falancia always said she wanted to become a nun. After her most recent visit, their parents really insisted that she shouldn’t.

He didn’t know why about that, either. What’s so wrong with that?

He wouldn’t personally choose it himself, but he’s not his sister.

The plane was supposed to land in an hour. The airport was close to Musutafu. Hawks was there on business so he asked if he’d come along because that’s one of the heroes he trusted and could easily get in contact with.

Obviously Hawks agreed. Fumikage regretted it immediately. Hawks kept asking if his sister was ‘hot’ or if he could ‘put him on’ and he really wished he had never said anything.

They arrived when the intercom went off, announcing Falancia’s plane had landed.

Fumikage was nervous. Their parents asked him to go get her and he agreed, but as mentioned before, he didn’t know anything about her.

As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even sure if she was there when he was born.

Maybe that’s a step too far… she’s maybe 18? 19? She had to have been there. She only went when she was 5.

Unimportant.

They stood there awkwardly at baggage claim. His feet scuffed the linoleum, trying to look nonchalant, but it on my served to make him look nervous.

A tall girl with straight black hair and striking red eyes started walking toward baggage claim 1. She really is pretty.

He felt proud seeing her. But for a second, he didn’t recognize her. She really… developed since the last time he saw her.

He wasn’t being weird about it, but people change.

The light bounced off her skin, glistening and warm, cinnamon brown that glittered gold in the sun. He remembers that about her. He used to look up to her, when she used to visit more often because she missed home.

“Falancia?” He called, just to be sure, and her head turned so quick that he jump.

“Fumikage.” Falancia waves modestly. There’s a pink duffel bag on her shoulder and a white purse on her arm.

He’s about to grab the suitcase she was reaching for, but Hawks sweeps in out of nowhere.

“Tsukoyomi wouldn’t tell me anything about you.” Hawks said as a greeting.

Fumikage looked at his sister. She was dead silent, as still as a statue.

His feathers ruffled slightly. He had a weird feeling about that.

“…Falancia?”

“Huh?” Her voice was so soft. And not the usual soft, but the kind of soft that he could barely hear, even with a stethoscope.

That was a stupid tool to bring up...

“This is my mentor Hawks.” He said slowly.

Where Falancia went to school, the kids had quirks, but they didn’t interact with heroes often. They didn’t interact with technology either, unless it was to contact parents before going back home.

Those times she came home, she was so alarmed by the presence of heroes because there wasn’t any violence at her school.

Fumikage was kind of annoyed by her obliviousness, but he didn’t comment on it.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked after a couple seconds of awkward silence.

Falancia’s posture straightened in his(Hawks) presence. She was poised and composed before, but there was a bit of a waver in her expression, and her fingers were pulling at the sleeves of her dress and she could barely keep still.

Hawks looked unbothered. He was looking between the siblings too.

“Are we gonna stand here and mentally braid each other’s hair?” He asked sarcastically.

“Oh my gosh.” Fumikage finally realized what was going on. “Oh my God!”

“Hey..”

“Falancia.”

She hummed again, her composure returned, but her eyes kept flicking back to Hawks who decided to slowly walk away.

“I’ll go rent a car or something.” He said.

“I really wanted to kiss him just now.” Falancia whispers.

“Ew! Disgusting! You’re my sister and he’s— Hawks! That’s my mentor, he’s like my brother!” Fumikage paused. “Well… not really. He’s kind of annoying and dumb…”

“That’s not nice.”

But he’s just so upset. Not literally… he’s just shocked.. Hawks?

“I thought you wanted to be a nun.”

“Mom and dad don’t want that.”

“But—“

“God says to honor your parents.”

“I’m just thinking you can… do better? Maybe someone who isn’t already teasing me for every move I make?”

Falancia sighed. Cast a sideways glance at Fumikage. Then she huffed.

“Mom wants me to get married.”

“Falancia!”

“What?! He’s an attractive young man!”

“Then what are you?!”

Falancia crossed her arms and puffed up her chest.

“…I’m.. just Falancia.” She replied quietly.

Fumikage groaned. He didn’t mean to make her feel like a ‘just’.

“No… you’re a..” she trailed off. “You’re beautiful, too.”

Her eyes flickered over to him.

“..I didn’t call him beautiful—“

“Fine, you’re attractive in a totally platonic “your parents are my parents” way! Don’t make it weird!”

Falancia smiled and nodded her head.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Fumi, I missed you.”

He blinked. He doesn’t really remember her. Maybe that feeling he always felt was that feeling of missing her.

“I missed you too.” He said. He wasn’t sure if it was true, but he felt like it was.

They hugged. Fumikage scrunched his nose and shoved her off when he became a little too familiar with her scent.

“Your perfume is so strong.” He remarked.

“Really?” Falancia picked up her carry on bag and Fumikage grabbed her suitcase. “I used a roller. It has rosemary in it.”

“That’s probably it.”

“You’re probably more sensitive to smells, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Birds have a sensitive sense of smell! You get it from mama.”

“…okay?”

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From the Roots

Jufura- pt.1

Ryomen Sukuna x Rosela(OC)

Warnings: Language, violence, soft ex hubby Sukuna(technically), dominant wife energy🙌🏾

♥️🌹🥀🖤

Ryomen Sukuna has never been the kind of king to rule with a queen. A modern day sorcerer would scoff at the thought of such an ancient, ruthless curse being soft for a woman.

But a modern day sorcerer would also know that the king of curses is unpredictable.

His presence was felt across Japan the day that dumbass kid decided to take a chunk out of one of his fingers. As a matter of fact, he ate it whole.

Yuji Itadori, the lost cause. A weirdo child.

Sukuna didn’t enjoy being in the mind of a confused teenager. But his body was in all right shape. It could have been better.

The kid didn’t have any techniques. Was he even a sorcerer? If not, how would he have know about the fingers?

Sukuna’s nose scrunched. He glanced around. It turns out, the kid was on the top of a school roof for some reason. The curse he just killed was forgotten in three seconds tops.

He took in a deep inhale. He paused.

That smell. So familiar yet buried deep in his memories, almost never to be recovered.

It had hardly been a full minute and she was already there.

“Rosela.” He drawled. His voice was low, gravelly— almost nostalgic in a way.

Crushed black rose petals, burnt amber resin, aged red wine. He could scent every note like she never left. And that scent that always lingered— patchouli and oud. The undertone of decay, but that was always his fault. Always, though, she had a distinctly sweet smell that he could taste.

Despite that, he frowned. Displeased and grumpy. Centuries trapped, sealed in his damn fingers, and he’s released just to be face to face with his ex wife, at her full strength while he’s stuck inside the body of a stupid underdeveloped highschooler.

If he believed in karma, this would be it.

He senses her before he sees her, and sees her before he feels her.

All these years and she hasn’t changed a bit. That same deep red hair cascaded down her back in curls that reached her waist— and her waist. He stared. Exposed lines and cursed carvings, a thorn chain hooked around her waist like it doesn’t cause her pain. Those rose gold eyes gleam, almost shining light across the whole city. Maybe that’s because he’s staring so damn hard.

Once she catches him in her sights, she’s suddenly up close. He can feel her. She’s never plummeted in power, not even a percent.

Before he can even go to speak, his body’s being launched halfway across the city, then caught in her hands like he weighs nothing.

“Who do you think—“

“—I am?” She finished for him. “Your ex wife. Rosela.”

Her expression remains unmoving, but he can hear the scorn in her voice.

“Remember me? You should. And I should kill you right now.”

“You underestimate me? The king of curses?” He sounds enraged and incredulous in one breath. Rosela pauses.

“You’re right.” She concludes after a moment of consideration. “I want you.”

He raises a brow.

“As in you. At your full power.” She puts emphasis on the word, and he can hear the snippet of annoyance in her tone.

“Maybe add more next time.” He scowls. “You punnet-grade harlot. You dare lay hands on me?”

“Punnet?”

“Had we not divorced due to your ceaseless blabbering, your womb would be good for nothing but bearing the fruit of my seed.”

She’s speechless, jaw hanging open in shock with quickly turns to anger.

“I would watch how you speak to me when you’re not even at a quarter of your strength. The only reason you haven’t attacked is because you know you cannot beat me like this.” She spits it at him, and he almost flinched.

Almost.

Rosela, the second strongest curse in the world. Well… currently first since he’s stuck. As previously stated a million times before.

Why would he marry anyone else?

“You’re lucky, girl.” He grits out. “Enjoy your freedoms while they last. When I regain my true form, I’ll rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to you while it’s still beating.”

“And then what? Cry in Uraume’s arms like the giant gargastic baby that you are? I pray to me that you never return to your true form, Ryomen Sukuna. Not because I’m intimidated, but because you’ll go right back to kissing Jack Frost’s ass like the dog you are.” Rosela snapped back, then slammed him into the nearest building.

“You’ve gotten soft.” Sukuna comments. “By now, you’d have killed me.”

“I’ve always been more composed than you.”

“You’ve always been more merciless, though.”

Rosela’s eyes traced him up and down.

Sukuna followed the rose gold gaze. He liked that color.

“You’re a cataclysmic failure of a curse.” She murmured. “I almost feel sorry for you.”

Sukuna scoffs.

“Sorry for me?” He echoes.

The air goes still.

Back on the roof, a flash of white.

Sukuna tensed. Rosela glanced back, composed.

“Oh, look.” She purred. “A sorcerer. Your favorite little fire trucks, baby boy. Go play!”

She snatched him up by the collar and tossed him back toward the school building with little to no difficulty.

Sukuna landed with a tumbling thud, nearly breaking through the roof of the school.

“There you are!” Gojo cheered. “All right. Let’s wrap this up, I don’t have all night.”

“You had all night to get here…”

“Oh, cheer up, Megumi. The third years won’t laugh at you that hard!”

Sukuna scowled. He may not be able to fight his ex right now, but a mere sorcerer? He was almost offended.

Rosela retreated to the sealed tree and she rested against it.

Until Sukuna regained his full form, she wouldn’t waste her time with worthless talk.