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the three reasons yuji itadori stayed, and the one reason he couldn’t.

needless to say, yuji itadori was every girl’s type. handsome, funny, kind— yuji was the type of boy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home. mothers loved him, children adored him, and you? well... you loved him. at least that’s what he tells himself every night before he goes to bed.

you and yuji had known each other since you were children. he had grown accustomed to your habits and your fussy attitude. both your families have always known you two were made for each other. from the second you’d met, you clicked immediately. yuji’s first reason. because his mind simply didn’t believe that you two weren’t fated for each other. you went to the same school, rode the same bus, lived in the same neighborhood, were classmates for years, and you were even in the same friend group, not to mention how everyone expected you to be the perfect, untouchable couple. the two of you were meant to know each other. the universe was practically shoving you together. it simply didn’t make sense for whatever higher being or supernatural force it was, to set all that up, only for the two of you to not end up together.

and so came yuji’s second reason. you were all he’d ever known. honestly, he thought you were all he’d ever need to know. the more time you spend with someone, the harder it is to imagine your life without them, and so naturally, yuji thought you were his. for a lifetime. for this lifetime. in retrospect, he sees how stupid it is. but he was fifteen and dumb, and so were you. so he doesn’t blame you for it— more like he can’t. because yuji itadori, the gentleman that he is, could never hate you.

which is exactly what yuji’s third reason is. he simply doesn’t have an ounce of hatred in his perfectly chiseled bones, and certainly not for you. no matter how hard his friends convinced him that you were bad for him, that you were toxic, that you were this and that, yuji’s mind simply did not function like that. he believed that if you truly loved a person, that love would stay within you always. maybe it’d get smaller, or perhaps get buried with all the love you have for other things, but love wasn’t something you could get rid of. his understanding of love was that similar of a scar; imperfect, yes, yet resilient. timeless, if you will, because to love is to endure and feel and wait. and wait, he did. for 6 years, yuji waited. he practically gave you his youth.

and so on your 18th birthday, he finally musters up the courage. he’d ask you out. the stars shone brightly as they decorated the evening sky, the breeze dancing around the two of you as you both sat up on the rooftop of your house. 12:32 AM. yuji sighs.

“i like you.”

“...i know.”

“do you...”

“i can’t give you what you want, ‘ji.” your voice cuts through like a knife, and despite the message, yuji hopes. he clings onto the use of his nickname like his life depends on it. slowly, subconsciously, he looks at your face for traces of familiarity. not love, neither adoration, just... plain familiarity.

he comes short.

“i get that.” yuji looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. he lied. he doesn’t get it, but yuji’s nothing if not a gentleman. he’d rather lie than put you in an awkward position. “i just figured...” he trails, ending up in a scoff. “figured i’d at least try, you know?”

and finally, you look at him. tears well up in his waterline as his gaze avoids yours. if you look closely enough, you can see his heart breaking and God, you never meant for it to come to this. you let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him, unable to speak.

yuji shrugs your arms off, giving you a slight chuckle. “i’m good, i’m good. sorry, i just...”

“no, come on, ‘ji. don’t be difficult. let me console you,” and there it is again— that stupid, stupid, stupid term of endearment. you wrap your arms around him once more, bringing your bodies closer together, only this time, yuji can’t find it in himself to reject you. he lets you hug him as he sniffs, clearing his throat. he tries his hardest to pull himself together.

“i’m really sorry—”

“shh, shh. don’t worry about that right now.” you lay your head against his back as he slouches, pressing your cheek against the warm, navy blue hoodie of his that he wears like a uniform. “but you do know why i’m doing this, yeah?”

he nods, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time tonight as he looks back at you. “you’re not ready.”

you bite your lip, gaze lowering almost in shame. “everything i touch turns to ashes,” you say, “i can’t lose you like i have everything else.”

yuji knew all too well about your constant attempts at self sabotage. truthfully, it was one of the things you loved most about him. despite everything, he stayed. despite everything, he chose to understand and love you.

because love is a choice, and yuji itadori wakes up everyday to choose you.

“you could never lose me,” he says.

“this way, i won’t have to.” you blink up at him, lips wobbling as you start to tear up.

“for what it’s worth, ‘ji, if i could choose anyone, it’d be you.”

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all i've ever known

yuji itadori x reader, hadestown au

continue reading → his kiss, the riot

notes → this is the second official chapter. not fully proof read...

word count → ~2.4k words

     Hermes recognized Yuji's melody as an old song from long ago. Whether the tune miraculously came to Yuji, or he had heard it before and hadn't realize it, the song held great history of the gods. Hermes' expression was stony; he knew that he was destined to repeat the cautionary tale of love and sacrifice, the tale that started with Hades and Persephone, and was appearing to repeat with Yuji and yourself. Hermes contemplated if he could save you two from a similar heartbreaking fate.

     It was always boys like Yuji, spirited, loyal boys, naive to the cruel ways of the world, who were tasked with the burden of saving it, in every universe. It never was ideal, but the war was not won without lost battles. Boys like Yuji, unwillingly chosen but readily determined to sacrifice everything they had for the sake of others. It wasn't fair; it was never fair. And all Hermes could do was retell the tale.

     "Where'd you get that melody, boy?" Hermes questioned out of the blue, causing the two of you, still dancing, to stiffen up and whip your heads around to the new presence in your previously intimate bubble.

     Slipping a hand off of your hip and resting it down by his trousers, tugging you closer to his side with his other hand, Yuji responded. "I dunno. It just came to me one day, as if I'd known it all my life." Hermes hummed, appreciating Yuji's honest answer and familiarity with the preexisting song.

     "You have," the god explained, "it's an old love song. I haven't heard it in a while, though."

     "So you've heard it before?" Yuji queried, perplexed as to how he had known the song.

     "Yes. Yes, remember that tale I told you once about the gods?" Curious, Yuji asked him to elaborate, and you felt yourself placing a delicate hand upon his, yearning to be closer to him, oddly enough. "Hades and Persephone. You remember how it used to be, both of you. It was their love that made the world go round." You glanced up at the boy as he looked intently at Hermes. "Play it again for me, Yuji," Hermes requested, as he took off his sunglasses and took a seat, awaiting Yuji's return with his lyre. You stood adjacent to the circular table, overlooking Yuji tuning his instrument.

     "King of shadows

     King of shades

     Hades was king of the underworld

     But he fell in love with a beautiful lady

     Who walked up above in her mother's green field

     He fell in love with Persephone

     Who was gathering flowers in the light of the sun,

     And he took her home to become his queen

     Where the sun never shone

     On anyone"

     Yuji paused, glancing up at Hermes for reassurance, who in turn nodded. "Go on..."

     "The lady loved him and the kingdom they shared

     But without her above, not one flower would grow

     So King Hades agreed that for half of each year

     She would stay with him there in his world down below

     But the other half, she could walk in the sun

     And the sun, in turn, burned twice as bright

     Which is where the seasons come from

     And with them, the cycle

     Of the seed and the sickle

     And the lives of the people

     And the birds in their flight"

     Hermes picked up Yuji's melody from where he left off, continuing the tune, melancholic and true. You and Yuji looked at the older god in amazement. It was a reprise of Hades and Persephone's story, holding just as much, if not more, power in its lyrics and chords.

     If he could only finish the song, there's no telling how far he could go. It was clear that the reign of winter was almost over. "In hell and here on earth their song rang true for ages for the whole world to hear." Hermes paused, closing his eyes as a nostalgic smile graced his lips. "That was long ago, I'm afraid. Now all there is to do on this road is to wait for Spring."

     It was mid-February. You had been waiting, wishing, and wallowing for months now. Spring was only a few months away. You made up your mind then if you had not already subconsciously decided before, that you would give staying with Yuji a try. It's not like your time together wouldn't be enjoyable. Yuji was a sweet, zealous boy who was full of surprises.

     Still, uneasiness wallowed in your belly, a belly that was already short on food, that had goosebumps from surviving the cold permanently engraved onto it, one that was full of doubt that Yuji would hold true to his promises and provide for the two of you. It wasn't in your nature to rely on others, leaving yourself vulnerable to the harsh reality of the mortal realm, you had already made that mistake before. You, a runaway for your whole life, suddenly giving in to the feats of a stranger? Your decision to stay was in spite of yourself.

     Even so, Yuji was like no others, he had already proven that much. His absolute certainty that his song would be the sole provider, coercing the laws of nature to bend to his will gave you a small amount of hope. Enough hope that you decided it was better than being on your own. So, you would bide your time. And as difficult as you made it sound in your head, excitement overcame you, pure giddiness over staying with the boy. As hungry as you might have been, committing Yuji's eyes, voice, hair, body, and soul to memory would consume your time and quell your hunger.

     That night, as you crawled into bed with him, you delicately placed the carnation- your new prized possession- in a jar on the windowsill. Your back flushed against Yuji's chest, clad in one of his shirts, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It was here, with him, that you would learn to be vulnerable, and learn to love again. Many midnight conversations, countless lullabies, hunger replaced with a yearning for proximity. With the passing months, cold and dreadful to everyone except Yuji and yourself, the flower never once wilted. You chalked it up to its divine origins, but it never failed to amaze you every time your eyes graced its buttery soft petals.

     Spring wouldn't arrive until April. You could practically smell it coming; the soil felt renewed, damp, and rich against your fingertips, and the sky blazed a clear blue. No longer did the wind manifest in the shape of a dagger, but rather it softened into a budding rose. And while others anticipated the long-awaited Spring in a mindless daze, you had never been more engaged. Nothing had captivated you more than Yuji Itadori. He was a diamond in the rough, the pinnacle of optimism. His spark hadn't wavered since the day you met him.

     The whistle of the train, akin to Yuji's melody, brought on the dawn of Spring, awakening both you and Yuji in the early morning. Laughter was heard from outside of his window. Sure, the goddess was late- and tended to leave early- but it was better late than never. Peering through his transparent linen curtains, you took notice of the banter between Hermes and the goddess, old friends of some sort. Yuji slipped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder as you reached up to tangle a hand through his short, pink hair, eyes locked in on the two gods still outside the station. The boy encouraged you to get dressed and meet her yourself, which you gladly did.

     Persephone was engaging with the bar patrons when you arrived downstairs with Yuji, hand in hand. Her presence was captivating, voice worn with centuries of stories to be told. She was eccentric, energy never wavering as she sang from a tabletop, bottle in one hand and a bouquet in the other.

     "Enough of that doom and gloom, though. Pour me a glass and let's get this show on the road!" She announced, lifting her glass above her head as she led the bar to cheer. "Finally summertime," she mused, kneeling down as the bartender filled her glass with wine, "and we're going to live it up, here on top." Up on top, she was free, free from her husband's cold gestures and cruel orders that left Hadestown a living hell. Raising her glass again, she stole the bar's attention. You and Yuji slipped past the crowd of excited individuals, grabbing a drink for yourselves to celebrate with.

     "I know y'all missed me," the goddess grinned at the warm faces around her, basking in sunshine for the first time in months. "Now, it's like my mama always said, good things come to those who wait. Take what you can get, and make the most out of it!" She exclaimed, flowers exploding from her grasp around the room, vibrant petals, and the sweet, fragrant smell of the Earth surrounding you. You realized then that the world had truly come back to life. What better way to show it than a floral extravaganza?

     Joining Hermes closer to where the goddess stood, he could tell that Yuji had something he wanted to say. With a glint in his eye, Hermes leaned into Persephone, cupping his hand to her ear as if it were a grand secret. "So, we have a poet in the house, eh?" Persephone wondered aloud, gaze immediately shifting to Yuji's flustered expression. "Why don't you bless this round for us, hon'?" She invited, holding her hand out as Yuji hesitantly clamored atop a stool next to the goddess.

     He took a moment to collect himself in front of the crowd that gathered in Persephone's presence. "To the patroness of all this, Persephone!" Hermes let out a whistle in support. "Who's return has brought on spring, with wine enough to share. She asks for nothing in return. Only that we should live as brothers and sisters, trusting that she will provide for us when we are needy. She will fill our cups, so long no one takes too much."

     Chiming in, Persephone added, "And y'all better raise 'em up." She demonstrated her claim with a flick of her wrist in the air, displaying her half-full glass of wine. You smiled humorously at the unintentional ode they created, rhyming words bouncing off of each other.

     "To the world we dream about, and the one we live in now." A moment of silence swept the bar in appreciation of Yuji's poetic tribute. "Let's make this spring the best one yet, yeah?" He encouraged, taking a swig of his drink and stepping off of the chair as they cheered him on.

     He couldn't even catch his breath before you swooped in, cupping his face with soft hands as you meshed your lips with his. Your uncharacteristic instigation took him by surprise, but he soon leaned in, one hand finding its home on the small of your back and the other blindly searching for a place to stow his drink while you had his attention. He didn't know if he had managed to set it down properly, or if someone noticed his struggle and took the glass from him, but it made no difference to him.

     Yuji was completely engrossed by your being, no longer were the ails of the world pressing matters when he had you pressed up against him. Despite the complete lack of space between your bodies, not a single pocket of air from how close the two of you were, you couldn't help but yearn to be closer, to somehow coalesce your soul with his.

     Amidst the celebration surrounding the two of you, Yuji wanted to escape the festivity, opting instead for a moment of quiet in the solitude of spring. He led you to the riverbank, far enough from the noisy railroad so that no interruptions could occur. This was the supposed river that would supply your wedding rings.

     Although he didn't have much to provide, Yuji had a gift. Not only was he given the musical talent of a god that came with its own magical byproducts, but his ceaseless optimism allowed you to see the possibilities of the world, in spite of the way that it was. You yourself only ever saw the bleak reality at a surface level, but Yuji shed new light on the ways of the world and saw it for all it could be. Falling in love with the poet certainly wasn't planned, but before him, you hadn't even realized how alone you were, harsh Fates the only ones to keep you company. "Yuji, this isn't how I normally am, I hope you know. You bring out something in me that I haven't felt in a while. Hell, I've been holding my own for so long now. It's about time I held someone else."

     You tackled Yuji to the ground with a playful laugh, basking in the warmth of the sporadic sun. Light trickled down through the trees overhead, scattered by the lush leaves on bark-coated branches. Winter left without a trace, almost as if it was never there in the first place.

     "Ah, I'm a lucky guy," Yuji mused back, arms encircling your midsection. "I feel like I knew you before we even met, and I still know nothing about you all at once." He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, spouting something you could hear in the stillness of spring, "It's like I'm holding the world in my arms."

     You didn't know Yuji well, but you knew him. You had always known Yuji, the invisible string connecting your souls had led you to him. What you did know for certain was that you never wanted to let go of each other.

     You abated his anxiety, his doubts, and filled his heart with hope. It wasn't ordinary for the earth to have a visceral reaction to music, to spring back to life despite winter's despair. Then again, Yuji wasn't an ordinary boy; he was gifted by the gods. He was going to be the one to bring the world back into time and restore the balance of the equinox. It seemed as if the possibilities were life-hailing and endless; you were inseparable and unstoppable. Only a gathering storm had a sliver of a chance to tear the two of you apart.

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falling for ya!

yuji itadori x fem!reader, (one sided) nobara kugisaki x reader, teen beach movie au

follows the plot of teen beach movie, some characters have been mischaracterized for the sake of plot.

warnings: implied misogyny like in the movie (i'm aware they wouldn't actually act like this, but it's an au), sort of one sided crush, reader acts like she's lobotomized, and weird pacing tbh!!

word count: 4.4k- that's a personal record

Life was simple. You liked biking, big hair, leather boots, and boys, things every other biker girl enjoyed. Life was perfect. You didn't have to make decisions or do anything complicated- with a flutter of your glittery eyes, boys lined up to do it all for you. The only thing that got in the way of your perfect little life was the band of surfers that loved to hang around the same joint your brother and his friends did, Big Momma's.

In the midst of summer, the rival surfer and biker gangs spewed fiery hot hatred, blood boiling from the mere sight of the other. Each wanted the spot for their own, willing to go to bizarre lengths, all for a fish fry and a soda. You didn't mind the surfers, they didn't bother you in your pristine, pretty bubble as you twirled through life in a girlish daze. But your brother, Aoi, was territorial. He wanted the surfers out.

Your brother and his friends made a big spectacle out of their entrance, revving their engines obnoxiously as a warning to Big Momma's patrons, much to her dismay. She had reprimanded him time and time again about scaring away customers, but it always fell on deaf ears. Besides, they were trying to scare those pesky Surfers away all the time.

Pulling up your thigh-high, pastel pink boots, you rolled your eyes dismissively as your brother dramatically swung the chipped wooden doors to Big Momma's wide open. The sun shone brightly behind him, casting a menacing shadow on his face. The upbeat, harmony-intensive music that had been playing died down as the room full of surfers looked threatened by your mere presence there.

"Surfers. Thought I smelled somethin' fishy," Todo remarked, crossing his arms. A girl in a black swimsuit pushed through the crowd, standing face to face with your brother. More accurately, face to chest, as Aoi had a decent amount of height on her. Though, that didn't seem to intimidate her in the slightest.

"Rodents. I knew I should have laid some traps," she seethed, eyes squinted behind a pair of glasses. "Thought you all were exterminated."

"And I thought you surfers were all washed up," Noritoshi retorted from over Todo's shoulder.

"'Yea. You should make like the ocean and wave goodbye," Nishimiya giggled, making a wave motion with her hand. Deadpanning suddenly, she continued. "'Cause we want this place to ourselves!" You nodded from Todo's side, mindlessly encouraging their childish antics with a pop of your bubblegum.

"The girls don't lie, Maki." Maki was beginning to object, growing dangerously close to Todo's face with a pointed finger, ready to snap, before a boy in an unbuttoned shirt and messy, pink hair, pushed his way through.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem? You guys don't own this restaurant."

"Yeah, I'll show you the problem, punk-" Before the encounter could grow violent, you scurried over to the jukebox, making a show of slotting a coin in and bumping the machine with your hip to start up the music. Both Todo and the surfer boy stared dumbfounded at your attempt to diffuse the situation, but settled nonetheless, giving each other one last mutual glare before settling on opposite sides of the joint.

You smiled, clapping your hands together in satisfaction. You were the self-proclaimed queen of peace and de-escalation. "Let's just get our lunch and go, Aoi, it's not worth all the fuss. C'mon, we'll be back later," You reassured him with a smile. Who was he to say no to you?

That night, Big Momma was letting you and the girls put on a little performance to entertain her Friday night rush crowd. Your red, polka dot dress looked absolutely darling on you. Beaming, you indulged yourself in a little spin, adoring the girly way the dress twirled. Not to mention, your hair looked great. You had gotten your friend Miwa to tease it for you, a shiny headband accentuating the meticulous hairstyle.

Settling into the comfy corner booth, you took a swig of a fruity soda, attempting to soothe your vocal cords before you had to sing in just a few minutes. "Hey sis, those surfers weren't bothering you earlier, were they? Saw 'em eyeballing Mai over here," Todo questioned, gaining an affirmative nod from Mai as she was mentioned.

"No, of course not!" You assured. "You know, they're not so bad."

"All surfers are bad!" Nishimiya protested, causing the rest of the table to chime in in agreement. You rolled your eyes with a breathy laugh at their extreme loathing of the other breed.

"Okay, well, we gotta go. It's almost time, come on!" You urged, coaxing Miwa, Mai, and Nishimiya from their seats to come on the stage with you.

The set was going great, your friends were dancing and having a good time. You even got some of the surfers to dance as well. It wasn't until you twirled, heel catching on the edge of the stage, that you felt any sort of dismay that night. You held your breath, preparing yourself for the painful, embarrassing fall that surprisingly never came. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the handsome face of the surfer who was arguing with your brother earlier.

Yuji was a stereotypical surfer boy, a smile plastered on his face for the entirety of the summer. He always said his first love was the water, the splashing of the waves a sweet siren song pulling him in. What was sweeter than that siren song, though, was your melodic voice that night. It was only because you lured him closer to the stage that he was able to be there as you tripped, arms reaching out on instinct to scoop you up from midair.

"Nice of you to drop in," he mused.

"You saved my life," you beamed, eyes lighting up. The boy laughed, suddenly nervous as you spoke to him. "You're my hero!"

"Not really. I mean, the stage is only two feet up," Yuji nodded his head in the direction of the stage, "the worst you would have done is break a nail," he awkwardly joked, careful to set you down on your two feet, making sure you were steady before removing his hands from your hips.

"I guess I literally fell for you, huh? I'm Y/N."

"Yuji. Your knight in shining board shorts," He playfully continued.

"That's a long last name you have, Mister Knight in Shining Board Shorts," you giggled, causing him to let out a breathy laugh along with you. Your awkward banter was quickly interrupted when a black-haired recluse stole him away with urgency and an apology.

"It was really nice falling into you, Yuji! I hope we can do it again sometime," you bid farewell with a small wave, rather disappointed to see him go. But the disappointment did nothing to quell the butterflies you felt from the wholesome interaction.

You were so enamored with Yuji that you didn't even realize the set was over, your friends waiting to the side for you expectantly.

"What was that all about?" Pried Miwa, clasping your hands excitedly.

"I don't know- I just fell and he caught me!"

"Yeah, and then you guys giggled with each other for like five minutes!" Nishimiya chimed in, the girls surrounding you curiously.

"It just happened! Do you think he likes me?" You queried, asking your friends in earnest for their opinion.

"Well with the way he was looking at you, I think he might love you," Mai teased.

"Plus, did you see his hand placement?! He was holding you bridal style. I think it's a sign," Nishimiya quipped with a poke to your arm. "Anyway, you're lucky Aoi didn't see. C'mon, they're outside by the fire." She tugged you along, the other girls following close by. The boys in question were clustered together on the moonlit beach, warming their hands by the flames contained within a metal barrel.

"Ladies," Noritoshi acknowledged as the four of you approached. You greeted them warmly, each settling into separate spots by the bonfire. Miwa cuddled close to Mechamaru, unsurprisingly. She had denied her feelings for him for a while now, but you knew that if he ever asked her out, she would agree with zero hesitation. You smiled at their subtle intimacy. It made you think of Yuji, and how you wished you could be that close to him again.

Yuji was an exceptional catch on your part. Or rather, he caught you. Seriously, the boy had very minimal flaws, if any. On top of being drop-dead gorgeous with perfectly sized biceps, he was gentlemanly, caring, and loyal to a fault. The only problem was that he was a surfer. It was practically forbidden to hang out with surfers, let alone date one. You knew your brother would whoop you upside the head if he found out that you had any plans to fraternize with the so-called enemy.

It was possible, though, that Yuji might not even ask you out. The mere prospect made you clammy with dread and disappointment. But that would be impossible! He referred to himself as your knight, he caught you, a biker girl, his supposed opposition, and handled you with much care, nonetheless. Asking you out was not outside of the realm of possibilities, just like your friends assured you. The overwhelming amount of thinking you were doing forced an exacerbated sigh out of you, sinking into the silky sand.

Later in the night, you caught sight of Yuji again. You couldn't decipher who he was with- possibly the boy from earlier- but it didn't make any difference. You knew you wanted to talk to him and get to know him further, and you typically got what you wanted from boys.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as the charming surfer who had saved you earlier grew closer. Pressing your manicured hands to his chest and leaning in close, you sang his praises once more. "Thanks again, Yuji, for catching me!" You were just about to introduce him to your brother and his friends, turning your head around, only to be met with the expectant stare of the gorgeous brunette he was with. You let out a little squeak, realizing that you might have been taking Yuji's banter the wrong way.

"Oh, bonkers. Are you two together? I would never take another girl's boy, I mean, that would be stealing," you explained apologetically, "and probably very hard to return." The girl cocked her head, struck with confusion at the outlandish assumption and near nonsensical ramblings. Realizing your claim, her eyes widened in distaste.

"Eh?! Me.. with him? No, of course not." She reeled back in disgust. "No, we were just walking." The girl explained, causing you to sigh in relief, a weight dropping off of your shoulders. If she was with him, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on Yuji. Sure, you enjoyed the male attention you received, but you would never seek it from a boy in a relationship. You always stayed true to "sisters before misters," no matter how cute the boy was.

"This is Nobara."  Yuji looked rather offended at her extreme objection, grabbing your wrist to steal your attention once more. You looked at Nobara, smiling sweetly.

"So you wouldn't mind if Yuji and I went for a walk on the beach?" You asked, still wanting her permission despite her obvious friendship- and nothing more- with him. Once she gave you her blessing, you thanked her generously and wrapped your arm around Yuji's bicep.

The stars illuminated the two of you, walking along the secluded shoreline and learning that you had more in common than you had previously believed. "Y'know, I like you a lot. You're different from those other girls you hang out with- you're sweet." Yuji admitted, hands sheepishly resting in his pockets while you still clung to his arm.

"They're not as tough as they seem, really. Mai and Momo are like my older sisters, I grew up with them around. And Miwa's super sweet too, she's my closest friend," You explained, defending their honor. Sure, the Rodents wore a lot of black, leather, and chains, but that didn't reflect their complete character. While you knew your friends could be tough and independent, you had also seen them be vulnerable, gentle, and kind-hearted people.

"You're really courageous, by the way. Swooping in to save me like that? You truly are my hero," You gushed, leaning your head on his shoulder. He tensed at your forwardness, words coming out in a stutter.

"Courageous? Nah, I mean-" Upon noticing the kittenish glint in your eye, Yuji couldn't help but lean into your every word. "Maybe, I guess. I'm sure anyone would have done the same!"

"Well, not a surfer. We're not supposed to get along, y'know," you reminded him, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Of course a surfer. Who would ever want a smokin' girl like you to fall?" His words slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to think of the implications- he had just called you hot. You were undeniably breathtaking, it was a fact. Your graciousness and amiability did nothing but add to your charm. In honesty, Yuji didn't mind that you were a surfer. He would take a chance with any girl, be it surfer, biker, bookworm, you name it. He only asked that they be pure of heart, kind, and thoughtful. All qualities that he admired in you.

A blush rose to his face as he heard you giggle at his blunt words. "C'mon Yuu- do you mind if I call you that? It's a cute nickname. Anyway, do you dance?" You asked, leading him to the field near Big Momma's, colorful lights strung up from palm trees, shiny cars intentionally parked there for people to see, displayed by their proud owners.

You took initiative, placing your hand on his shoulder and lacing your other hand with his. His hand soon found its resting spot on your hips, and you swayed to the upbeat music playing on a radio. Every once and a while, Yuji grew bold, spinning you around or lifting you by your hips. It was fun. You enjoyed spending time with him, and you couldn't think of a better way to spend it.

Though, it was growing quite late. Your brother would soon notice your prolonged absence and start looking for you, the girls would be waiting to kick off the slumber party you decided to host. Yuji noticed too, it seemed, as once the song came to an end, he stopped your swaying, holding you in place with a firm grasp on your hips. "Y'know, it's about time I returned you to your brother. He'll start to worry. Hold on, on second thought, maybe I just walk you to the door. It might be worse if he sees you've been with me all night." He bashfully acknowledged.

He did walk you back, his hand emboldened enough to hold your own on the way over, regardless of who saw the two of you. But even though Yuji claimed he didn't care that you were a biker, he was scared to run into your brother and even let out an involuntary sigh of relief when he managed to go the whole way without him spotting the two of you. He walked you over to his friends, Megumi and Nobara, leaning on a light blue convertible that you didn't think belonged to them.

"So, how'd it go?" Nobara queried, peering up at the two of you from her hunched position. You grinned in reply, leaning your head on Yuji's shoulder as a silent answer to her question. She nodded with a hum in return. An idea came to you suddenly. That didn't happen too often, so when you thought of it, you knew you had to act on it.

"Hey, Nobara! You should come to my pajama party!" You exclaimed, inviting her with amicable enthusiasm. You heard Megumi repeat your words, tone amused and somewhat taunting. You paid him no mind, though. "We have them all the time. I'm sure the other girls would love to meet you."

"Sure, Y/N," she agreed with a warm smile.

"Perfect! Just show up to my house around ten." You slipped her your address and bid farewell to the trio, leaving Yuji with a tender kiss on the cheek which left his friends snickering at his awkward, scrunched-up face.

When Nobara did show up, shuffling her feet at your doorstep, Mai, Miwa, Nishimiya, and yourself were already in your ruffly pajamas, poofy layers of chiffon hiding your figures and covering the tiny matching shorts. You felt guilty for not telling her that the four of you were matching already, as she appeared in a little pink satin set, a far contrast to what the rest of you were wearing. She ended up in another pair you had, the pastel yellow mixing quite nicely with the color palate that you all were already dressed in.

Nishimiya sat at your vanity, Mai behind her intensely teasing her hair. It was never quite big enough for Nishimiya's liking, though, and you heard her whine something about making it even while you were digging through your closet for something special. Miwa was sprawled over your bed on her stomach, legs bent at the knee so her feet could rest in the air. She was filing her nails, quite focused on sharpening them to a fine tip. That left Nobara sitting on the edge of your bed by her lonesome.

It's not that she felt out of place because you were too girly for her, she loved embracing her femininity- going shopping, wearing cute makeup and frilly dresses, the whole gist. It's just that she had been around Yuji and Megumi for so long, almost too long. She felt like she needed to spend some time around other girls. She wanted to get to know you better, too. You were so kind to her, so effortlessly pretty all of the time. It made her warm inside whenever you acknowledged her. It also made her quite bitter to see you so lovey-dovey with her annoyingly male friend. She wanted your attention for herself.

You squealed suddenly, pulling the most perfect pink dress out of your closet with a wide smile. "What do you think?" You held it up to your body, turning to face your friends who all gasped in delight, all except Nobara. "I want to wear this when I hang out with Yuji. His hair is pink, and this dress is pink, so whenever he looks in the mirror, he'll think of me!" You giggled, amused at your own genius.

"Why should a boy influence what you wear.. or anything you do? You should dress for yourself. You look good in everything you wear, really." You cocked your head at Nobara's sudden fuss. "Boys don't deserve it, especially Yuji. I don't think that dummy would notice the extra effort, he's too oblivious." You frowned, disappointed with her claim until Nishimiya spoke up.

"I mean, it's simple. A girl will only look at the dress. A boy will look at how she looks in her dress."

"Why not just ask him out yourself? If you want him, why wait?" Nobara wondered.

"I'm not sure how they do things where you're from, but here we ask a boy out without actually asking a boy out. Like with your eyes," You explained, covering the bottom half of your face to let your doe eyes do the work for you, serving as an example as you batted them. Nobara grew flustered as you did so, a blush rising on her face. "Besides, I've never had trouble in the boy department before."

"Sure. Whatever you say." She responded quietly. Well, if it worked on her, it would surely work on Yuji.

"You know him better than I do, Nobara. Do you think he would like it if I baked him a pie?" She agreed half-heartedly, still distracted by your glamour. "Hey, you should let us give you a makeover, biker style! I know you're used to those cute bikinis, but you would look great in leather."

The five of you made a fashion show out of it- each picking out a piece of their own to wear. For Nobara, you lent her a pair of tight leather pants and a white blouse, a red bandanna tied around her neck. You were right, she looked fantastic in leather. Her red bandanna complimented the form-fitting dress that you had slipped on, red lipstick to match. While Miwa worked on Nobara's makeup, perfecting the precise eyeliner, you and Mai teased her hair, making it poof up like Nishimiya's.

A fit of giggles erupted at the sight of the finished product. Nobara looked stunning, obviously, but she stood mightily uncomfortable in the high pumps and tight pants. She couldn't recall the last time she wasn't in beachwear or something summery. The dark clothing was a stark contrast to her normal aesthetic. As a final touch, you tucked a comically large red flower behind her ear and turned her around to face the mirror, letting her see herself. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, not expecting to like it as much as she did.

"I don't look half bad. You girls need a new addition to your biker gang anytime soon?" She joked, facing you with a smile.

"The more the merrier."

By morning, all the other girls had parted ways, leaving you and Nobara alone in your room. She was forced to endure your boy troubles. "It's like my heart's telling me one thing, but I feel like I have to do something else. I'm scared I'll disappoint everybody if I pursue things with Yuji. And I don't know what he thinks about the whole thing either."

"Well, half the time a guy won't tell you what he's thinking, just because it would involve more thinking." She teased, sneering at the prospect.

"But they make up for it by being cute. And boys!" You sang. Nobara chuckled tepidly, wary of your quick defense on their part. "Y'know, I feel like I could tell you anything," you changed the subject, piquing Nobara's interest. "There's this secret that I've never told anyone. Not ever!"

"I'll be the first to know?" She asked.

"Duh!" You interlocked your pinkie with hers. "Friends forever. Just promise not to tell."

"Friends forever," she repeated, tightening her grip slightly.

Dragging her over to your bed, you sighed before speaking. "I want to surf," you admitted, looking rather hesitant. Her eyes widened with slight surprise.

"Really? I wasn't expecting that. Thought it would be something a little more drastic."

"It's totally insane, I know," you chirped, ignoring her last comment for the sake of being dramatic. "If my brother ever found out, he would freak. He doesn't even go near the water. I think he's scared of the lighthouse," you spoke your immediate thoughts, causing Nobara to laugh a little through her nose.

"You shouldn't let your brother stop you from doing what you want to do. If you want to surf, try it. If you want to date Yuji, for some odd, odd reason, go for it!" She encouraged, with a genuine interest for your happiness. "Look, I could even get Yuji to teach you if you want," Nobara suggested, prompting a beaming grin from you.

You weren't sure you were even dressed appropriately for the day of. Nobara had lent you a cute swimsuit of hers since you had very limited options yourself. Your hair was done up all nice, and you arrived with a full face of makeup. You wanted to impress Yuji, but you soon realized that your appearance would not matter if it impaired you from effectively surfing with him. When he arrived, you were sat on a beach towel with a pout.

"What's up, buttercup?" Yuji greeted, setting his board down and taking a seat next to you. You then remembered that you wanted to ask him to go out with you, inspired by Nobara's eccentric outlook about doing anything that boys could do. Still, it was a frightening prospect. You went back and forth between asking him and remaining faithful to your traditional ways. But you managed to convince yourself to try something new for once.

"Yuji. Would you ever want to go steady?" You boldly asked, turning towards him with crossed arms. A blush rose to his face as he sputtered out a string of random words.

"I really like you, Y/N. I've told you this." Were the first coherent words he could come up with. "Of course I'd wanna." Your eyes lit up, overjoyed with his answer. Your hands clung to his forearm, body springing forward excitedly. You gave a silent thanks to Nobara for helping you gain the courage to ask him.

"Really? My brother doesn't scare you or anything?"

"I mean, he's a little spooky. But I could beat him if I had to. Besides, you're totally worth the fight," he proudly announced, causing you to lean into him further.

The two of you didn't get much surfing done that day. You unfortunately realized that in order to surf, you first had to learn how to swim, and you weren't exactly in the mood to drown today. So, you opted for a picnic on your beach towel with the little snacks you had brought just in case, as well as the pie you had baked just for him. He continued the conversation, mouth half full of food.

"So if I'm your knight, does that make you my princess?" He proposed, nudging your shoulder playfully.

"I guess so. And that also means that Aoi is the fire-breathing dragon guarding the castle." Yuji shivered jokingly. "Better yet, we're Romeo and Juliet!" You exclaimed. "How romantic."

"Without the death and tragedy stuff though, right?" He asked, concerned.

"Of course, silly," you smiled. "We'll live happily ever after."

Yuji was a Surfer. You were a Biker. Rival gangs from different sides of town. It was scary, yes, to think about how others would respond, especially the more impassioned of the groups. But you didn't have to listen to what others thought about you; their opinion was no longer relevant. No longer would you stick to the restricting role you were pushed into your whole life, you could break free from it now, like Nobara had taught. Plus, you would have Yuji with you throughout it all, there by your side to cherish and support you. It was like a fairy tale, and you would definitely be getting your happily ever after.

notes: yuji would totally call his gf "foxy babe." also, i apologize for this being kind of all over the place- i didn't know how i wanted it to end, sorry that it's rushed.

me sitting here convincing myself that the fifth grade level writing is completely intentional and plot relevant yessss hahaha

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absolute cinema

alright cobra kai fandom enough tears

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no really like this is painful

Life sucks knowing you’ll never find that one fic u lost

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i... crave... mutuals... but i actually have no clue how to interact with them so i lurk on their pages and silently like their stuff... oops

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fanfic so good i scream and shut my computer

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his kiss, the riot | yuji itadori x reader

series masterlist

moodboard

road to hell | prologue

wedding song

all i've ever known

still in progress!

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wedding song

yuji itadori x reader, hadestown au

continue reading → his kiss, the riot

notes → this is the first official chapter of this little project i'm working on. it's unedited, so i might go back and fix some things, but i wanted to go ahead and post it.

published 03/05/25 - edited 03/20/25

word count → 2.3k words

     Yuji was the type of boy to wear his heart out on his sleeve, dancing through life with a heartwarming naivety that only added to his charm. His mother, the muse, was the type to flee with the next best promising poet she found. And so, Yuji found his family in Hermes, the white-haired, blue eyed messenger of the gods whose feet never seemed to touch the ground, an aura of infinity following him.

     Hermes himself wasn't immune to Yuji's way with words, the rhythm and the rhyme that so easily escaped his lips without so much as a second thought, eagerly taking Yuji under his wing. And that was where the boy stayed, years of developing his craft, learning to play the lyre, granting solace for travelers who stopped by on the road to Hell. Travelers like yourself, for instance.

     As the chime of the bell indicated a new presence within the building, Yuji felt his keen eyes gravitate towards your form, hunched in a fruitless attempt to shelter yourself from the wind. Instantly, his grip tightened around the broom he was sweeping the dusty corner with. His eyes followed you as you took your tattered coat off, placing it on the coat hanger and swiftly making your way to the bar, asking the bartender and some surrounding patrons for a match or two. Feeling around in his pocket for one, he sighed, disillusioned over being empty-handed.

     Yuji wanted nothing more than an excuse to talk to you, to be near you. Whether it be through bumping into you, helping you out, perhaps giving you the match you wished for. Alas, all he could do was turn his head and stare for now, waiting for the right time to approach.

     The boy went on like that for a while, mindlessly moving the broom back and forth as he craned his neck to gawk at you. Yuji was fascinated by your presence, entranced. One look at you and it felt like something was tugging at his heart- a feeling he only rarely felt when he was writing music. Tentatively resting the broom against the wall, Yuji snuck away to his quarters in the upstairs apartment above the tavern. He grabbed an old flyer that was lying around, making quick work of the paper until it resembled a flower. As he peeked around the doorframe on his way back down, he caught sight of Hermes, who looked amused as he took notice of Yuji's origami.

     With an assuring nod from the god, Yuji carded a hand through his pink-tinted hair, adjusted the red scarf around his neck, and took a deep breath before approaching you, Hermes close behind. The origami in his hands crumpled as his grip grew tight with anxiety. "If you want to talk to her, I suggest you go," the god teased, amused at the near pathetic sight in front of him. He had never seen Yuji so flustered before.

     "Yuji. Just don't come on too strong," Hermes advised, having noticed the shameless way Yuji had been staring at you since the moment you took a seat at the bar. Yuji, lips parted slightly as he fiddled with the petals of his paper flower, gave a hum and a nod in mindless agreement.

     "Hi!" Yuji grabbed your attention with an eager tone and awkwardly close proximity to where you were seated. "Hello, uhm, I just wanted to say that I work here and I thought you were very beautiful. I don't think I've seen you around here before." Your confusion-riddled expression evoked a panic he had been trying to conceal. "Sorry, I just wanted to say that you looked very nice. Would you like to go out sometime?" Yuji expressed with no remorse for his raised volume, extending his flower towards you. Taken aback, you were unable to register his request before you felt yourself responding.

     "I'm sorry, who are you?" You managed to question, albeit cautiously. The boy radiated warmth- literally. It was a drastic, well-appreciated change from the bitter cold on the unforgiving road outside, but you wouldn't let that sway your decision, of course. Never. Even if going out into the cold for even one more night would be unbearable, even if your body ached and your hands were numb and you itched for rest and for warmth. Of course not.

     Upon realizing that he never properly introduced himself, and instead rambled on like a crazy person, Yuji's face grew a deep red. "Damn it.." he muttered under his breath, quickly glancing down towards his feet. "Yuji Itadori- the man who would love to get to know you better, if you'd give me the chance," he sheepishly scratched at his undercut. For a pit stop on your journey to who-knows-where, the dingy tavern you had entered came with its fair share of shocks.

     "I'm Y/N." You introduced yourself to the strange boy. His overly ambitious approach was quite charming, nonetheless.

     "Your name is like a melody," he whispered, awestruck. Quickly realizing the crassness of his words, he rephrased, "I mean, it's pretty. Pretty name for a pretty girl!" Was his attempt to redeem himself. The sentence earned him a laugh. Well, a chuckle, but he would never forget it. Despite the embarrassingly organic circumstance, Yuji wanted to make you laugh like that again and again, even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

     "Is he always like this?" You asked his friend with the white hair, who confirmed with an annoyingly smug nod. Yuji was always saying the first words that came to mind, even the lyrical ones that made his eyes light up when his mind miraculously fabricated them.

     "Let me take you home. I promise I'll treat you right," Yuji nodded, eyes growing impossibly wider with unrivaled desperation and lovesickness. His eccentricity made it a difficult task to distinguish between his words being a facade or being genuine. On the other hand, his inexperience and lack of a filter was rather endearing and hard to mistake for a ruse.

     "I'm flattered, really," you mumbled, sarcastically. "But seriously, I've met too many men like you," you waved him off, deeming it too large of a risk to take a chance on another seemingly harmless man. No matter what, they were never truly harmless. There was no way to escape unscathed.

     "Wait! Wait, I promise, I'm not like that." You eyed him warily, taking notice of the pure authenticity in his eyes. Swiveling your chair to face him fully, you pressed your lips together and awaited an explanation. Despite sizing him up with your eyes, your face ended up level with his broad, firm chest, clad in a thin linen shirt. Around his neck, a red handkerchief was tied, accenting his pink hair. You took a moment to appreciate his biceps before realizing your forwardness and growing flustered, shifting your gaze back towards his eager face.

     "He's not like any man you've ever met," Hermes piped in, sensing your obvious apprehension, which earned a raised eyebrow from you. "Yuji, tell the girl what you've been working on."

     "A song. I'm working on a song," Yuji's eyes flitted from Hermes back towards your cautious frame.

     "And what's so special about this song of yours, Yuji?" The boy almost melted at how his name rolled off of your tongue. He wanted to hear you say it again, even if it was the last thing he ever heard.

     "It's not done yet, but when I finally finish it... it'll bring back spring." You quirked your head at his explanation.

     "Spring, really? I can't recall the last time I've seen one of those," you mused, curious as to how he was going to pull off his party trick- at least, that's what you downplayed it as.

     "My song, it's going to make the world whole again, a song so beautiful that the flowers will hear it and begin to bloom. It will bring the world back into tune. I'm going to finish it... when you become my wife." For a boy so worried about how you would tolerate his previous comments, he sure did gain a hefty amount of confidence to already propose marriage, even sinking down onto one knee and offering his paper flower to you, which you discarded.

     "Well, you're either overly venturous, or downright crazy. I'm leaning towards the latter. Tell me, Yuji. Why should I become your wife?"

     "Hear him out, no strings attached. I promise, he can make you feel alive again." Hermes chimed in, no hint of deceit in his words. You paused for a brief moment, sighing as you weighed the merits of giving the boy your time, though, not yet your hand in marriage. Well, you supposed you had nothing to lose. Signifying that you were open to chatting more, you leaned your head on your fist, perched up on the bar's wooden countertop, worn with intensive use.

     "Alive, huh? That's worth a lot.... So, when we wed, hypothetically, you'll finish your song? And that song- when you sing it, it'll bring back spring?" He nodded. "Why don't you sing it then?"

     "I mean, it's still a work in progress," Yuji peeped, nervous that he would get your hopes up and disappoint you, even though he witnessed first hand what his song could accomplish, and what it could do to a greater extent if he could only finish it. He was rather embarrassed that he hadn't been able to finish the song yet, despite working at it for so long. He was almost certain, though, that you would be the reason he finally completed it. He would bring spring back for your sake. Yuji would change the way the world was, all for you.

     "You want to take me home with you?" Teasingly, you removed your vest, exposing your shoulder to the flustered boy. His voice cracked slightly as he eagerly agreed. "Sing the song. For me." And sing Yuji did. A miraculous, haunting symphony that somehow transfigured the bar space; the hanging lights grew brighter, akin to vernal sunshine, the air felt fresh and warm.

     From his hand, a carnation appeared, as red as the scarf around his neck. Everything was more vibrant, just as it used to be in your distant memories of spring. It was as if the aura in the room completely changed, as if the suppressed season was pushing past its restraints, finally surpassing the indefinite winter.

     "How did you do that?" You asked, reaching for the flower in his grasp, jaw slack with shock.

     "I'm not sure... when I sing, these things just.. happen. The song still needs to be completed," Yuji admitted, all too humble considering his song was bursting with enchantment. Not even the seasons could resist Yuji's musicality, let alone the mortals present in the bar, even the gods there as well.

     "Even so, it can do this? Yuji," you took his hand into your own, "you have to finish it." Smiling, you got up, pulling him toward the empty tiled floor in the middle of the room. "So, lover, what's the first thing we'll do when we're to be wed?" Too busy tucking the lone flower behind your ear, Yuji paused before answering your question. Oddly enough, the intimacy was in no way forced or faux. Every brush of Yuji's hand against your frame was electric, sending sparks down your body. It was strange how pleasant it made you feel; your mind was screaming at you to flinch away from the boy's steaming touch, but your body wanted nothing more than to lean into it, to let his warmth and sweet words engulf your being.

     "I swear to you, when it's finished- the song- you'll never be cold again. Spring will return and bring us fruit, and with it, flocks of birds to fill our pillows with feathers. Gold from the river to form our wedding bands," Yuji promised, pressing his forehead to yours, interlocking his pinkie with your own, smaller one. Your hand twitched uncomfortably, but you didn't let go.

     If you hadn't already witnessed the magic of his words, you would think that he was being nonsensical. But you knew it was the truth. Nothing in this realm could resist Yuji. Besides, at this point you would do anything to fill your belly up with food and curl up into a warm bed. It also wouldn't hurt if you had someone to curl up with, someone like Yuji.

     "So... tell me you'll stay?" He asked, hopefully, his face still mere inches away from yours. Not many passerby on the Road to Hell caught his eye with the same intensity as you did. He knew you were special the minute you walked in the door- the way a miraculous melody creeped its way into his brain upon laying his eyes on you. That had never happened before.

     "As long as you plan on finishing that song of yours, I guess I could keep you company for a while," You smiled playfully. The bright lights dampened, the divinity of Yuji's song dimming. But it did nothing to dim your sparkling mood.

     The radio lowly hummed an old tune and Yuji placed his hand on your waist, swaying and twirling you to the music. He was content with the arms length you kept between the two of you, he didn't expect any more. No longer were you alone, vulnerable to the twisted truth of the Fates. No longer were you left to freeze, not a crumb left to eat. You had only your life to lose, but you had a feeling that you would gladly give it up for the boy.

     Leaning on the bar, eyes locked onto the pair of you behind tinted, circular shades, Hermes hovered a few inches above the ground, nursing knowledge that he knew Yuji could not recall- far too young and naive to the way of gods to remember the tale that preluded their present.

     A modern day that lacked spring, brought on only by the past love story of Hades and Persephone. They were young and in love once, eyes bright with smiles that could not be tarnished. Hermes would be lying if he said that the sight in front of him now didn't remind him of their young love.

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road to hell

yuji itadori x reader, hadestown au

notes → teaser/prologue to a series that i might write. jjk x hadestown. on a side note, i am extremely dissatisfied with the length/final product. but hey, it's only the prologue!

     ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a world of gods and men, distinct in their capabilities, alike in their natures. The gods of old had always been impulsive creatures, the mortals, their creation of reckless abandon. Sometimes the gods regretted their creation, but with no obligation to morals, their regret was overshadowed by their eternal desire to be worshipped.

Among these gods were Hades and Persephone. They had loved each other once before. Whether their marriage had been destined from the start or the mere fault of six pomegranate seeds, Persephone spent half the year with her lover, King of the Underworld. Their state of affairs suited them well for quite some time, creating the balance of the seasons. The daughter of Mother Nature, the embodiment of life, and the King of the Dead sparked a bright burning fire of passion. But it was near impossible for the embodiment of life to thrive when death was all that surrounded her.

     Beneath your feet, far below the ground, Persephone bided her time, causing the winter weather in the mortal world above. Still, despite her suitcase filled to the brim with sunshine and summertime, flowers never bloomed in Hadestown. King Hades was selfish; his craving for total dominance and obsessive desire for order over his domain created a tear between the two lovers. As time passed by and their love grew cold, so did the winters, leaving a cruel, icy sting. Hades had built a wall around his heart and was beginning to work on his wall around the Underworld too. If the King of the mine was going to busy himself with work, the Queen of the Underworld would be certain to busy herself with booze.

     Enter: a railroad line in the mortal realm, in a town far, far away, at a time long, long ago. It was the road to Hell. On this road, a young boy with eyes full of life, a heart of gold, and a purpose to fulfill. He was working on a song. Young Yuji Itadori was determined to bring the world back into tune one way or another. The son of a muse, touched by the gods with a talent for songwriting, Yuji had the ability to entice many- living or not- with his melodies. He grew up in that railroad station on the road to Hell, where he was looked after by a god with feathers on his feet- Hermes, the messenger god, who carried a certain charisma while leading others to their final destination. He was the orchestrator of the working chorus, there, on the railroad line. At the end of this railroad line lay Hadestown; always overcast by a shadow of darkness, though a glint of light would be sure to catch your eye if you ever happened to pass by it.

     Men and gods alike passed by the railroad line. It was there they met the Fates. Always singing in the back of your mind, but not the pretty kind. Dissonant; songs of the jarring truth of life. Songs you are forced to ring your brain dry to keep out. It always seemed like you were on the run from these Fates, from the incessant hunger, from the wind. You were no stranger to the cruel ways of the world, where the seasons, once an annual cycle of equanimity, only brought blistering heat or excruciating cold. That was what forced you on the road, no time to stay in any one place when you were always on the run from death's door, from the Fates. It was they who ensured you remained alone, defenseless to their attacks. No one to trust, no food to eat, and certainly no bed to sleep in. Maybe they were the ones you had to thank for chasing you into that railroad station one fateful night. After all, it was the only way to escape the harsh bite of the cold, and it was there you met Yuji. And well, you know how the story goes.

     It's a tragedy; a tale of love from long ago. But you'll live it again, won't you? Perhaps it will go well this time.

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i’m not a gatekeeper!!! i swear!!! i just… like it more than you do…

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Me Need.. more… Kang Dae-ho fics 🧟‍♀️

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so scrumptious

I had an epiphany 🧐 maybe a gn reader x chishiya based on the song "won't say I'm in love" from hercules? I'm craving for stupid chishiya not realizing he has feelings for reader djdmdm

at least out loud / i won't say i'm in love

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 959

includes: canon typical violence, mostly canon compliant, kinda ooc chishiya

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this loosely inspired by this prompt list by @dumplingsjinson

summary: chishiya is cold. calculating. he doesn't let emotion cloud his judgement or get in his way. so why does he feel like this around you?

chishiya’s heart is racing. he’s never felt like this before. each beat sends a sickening, suffocating feeling throughout his chest.

his mind races. his grip is tight around your forearm as he pulls your body towards the center of the car and further away from the danger. you cower behind the vehicle as the king of spades fires another round of bullets in your direction. chishiya curses. in a life or death situation, your body has instinctively done the worst thing it could - freeze.

“y/n,” he calls when the gunfire ceases for a second. you force yourself to look up, only relaxing slightly when his dark eyes meet your own terrified gaze. chishiya frowns. he wants to magically take you away from this situation. he wants to wrap himself around you and protect you from the games and the king and the players - even at the expense of his own health. he wants to keep you safe. “we need to keep moving. come on.”

you swallow your fear, sparing a quick glance behind you before you nod in agreement. chishiya relaxes his grip around your arm before he takes your hand into his own. he pauses when you intertwine your fingers with his - a familiar, foreign feeling overtaking him for a second before he quickly brushes it off.

“chishiya!” kuina’s voice cuts through the chaos. she’s a few cars away from you; her own back is pressed against a car for shelter. “y/n!”

behind her, you can just barely make out the bright yellow top usagi wears. arisu kneels beside her, occasionally popping up from behind the hood of the car - presumably to check if the king is still there. you’ve pushed yourself up onto your feet when chishiya glances at you again. a silent question passes between you: are you ready?

your hand doesn’t leave chishiya’s - even when you both successfully make it to the relative safety of kuina’s car. he ignores her questioning glance at your interwoven fingers. the sound of screeching tires prevents any potential teasing before a car door swings open. “get in!” ann yells.

usagi is the first one in, quickly followed by kuina and arisu. chishiya freezes when he notices the sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground and rolling towards you. 

“that’s not good,” he mumbles. your questions are cut off as he pulls you away from the bomb and helping you take shelter behind the remains of a wall. “get going!”

“chishiya! y/n!” kuina yells through the open window before the car begins speeding off again. he wraps his arms around you, tucking your head against his chest as you both brace for the impact of the grenade going off. 

it explodes in a beautiful spectacle of concrete. the ground shakes beneath your feet. asphalt rains down on you - scratching small cuts into your skin and tangling into your hair. your ears ring. your hands tremble.

“y/n!” chishiya’s voice breaks you out of your trance. you blink at him once. twice. times. “are you okay?” 

his voice is so soft you’d almost mistaken it for nervousness - though you know better. his hands feel warm against your skin. his arms are still wrapped around your waist. your own arms are still wrapped around his shoulders. there’s an almost invisible tint coating his cheeks.

“yeah,” you nod. “yeah, i’m okay. are you?”

he simply nods in response. chishiya scans the area for a second before his gaze lands on a nearby building. it looks like an average convenience store: posters hang in the glass windows, shelves line the stores filled with a variety of different food and makeup and over the counter medication, and a small cashier’s counter is just barely visible from its place tucked away in the corner. 

“come on,” he says, gesturing towards the shop. he can feel his face burning when he unconsciously wraps his arm around your waist to support you. “we can hide in there.”

a sad ding leaves the bell above as you enter the store. the feeling in his chest returns when he helps you sit down on the ground, leaning back against the wall for support. he freezes when you reach up, gently pulling him down until he’s close enough for you to press a fleeting kiss against his cheek. 

“thank you, ‘shiya,” you smile. 

it feels like his breath has been stolen from his lungs. he wants to kiss you. he wants to pull you into his arms and never let go. he wants more.

it terrifies him - more than the king of spades; more than the other players; more than the games. but it’s exhilarating.

chishiya feels like he’s in a daze. like something is pulling him towards you. he leans in until there are mere centimeters between you. 

“can i kiss you?” he finally murmurs.

you don’t respond. instead, you follow his lead, leaning in to gently press your lips against his own. it’s softer than chishiya was expecting - almost nervous as you pull back only a few seconds later. his eyes flutter open for just a second to gauge your reaction before he leans in again. 

his lips are surprisingly soft when he presses them against yours. this time the kiss is deeper. more passionate. like you can’t get enough of each other. like you never will.

chishiya is panting softly by the time he pulls away. he allows himself to be vulnerable; lets himself feel affection for what feels like the first time ever. 

resting your forehead against his, you reach up to tuck a stray strand of hair out of his face. looking into your eyes, brushing his thumb against stray dirt sticking to your cheeks, he smiles. 

chishiya’s heart is racing.

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