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[httpskrys]

the story of princess sita and prince rama

In Ancient India, the origins of Diwali come to mortal fruition in the form of the Princess Sita and her bow-breaker. A powerful daughter deserves an equally powerful partner, so reasons her father. And thus, the challenge for her heart and strength begins. Who will reign victorious?

pairing: prince rama!Satoru x princess sita!Reader

scribes writings: this was done for the tales from foreign lands event by the incredibly creative @liahcharms and so many other wondrous authors! please do check out their works. special thanks to lia (@caramelluxe) for helping me out with the fable itself!

p.s. the name 'sita' is used as a nickname and as a callback to the original tale. literally, it means 'furrow' in Sanskrit, from which it is derived. the name is the embodiment of 'ideals of devotion, purity, and resilience'. the title of 'shri' is an honorific of prosperity and respect, prefixed before the names of deities and such.

again, i do apologize for any inaccuracies. i do not practice hindu customs nor was i (well) aware of their incredible myths before researching, so i am not as well-versed as others may be.

additionally!!! as this is taking part in ancient india, the reader is brown, with ambiguous brown-girl traits to characterize her. she literally just has brown skin and dark curls. thats it.

read the original story here! → https://lordrama.co.in/sita-rama-vivah.html

Your skin was crisping, the hour drew long, and frankly, you were growing bored.

The last prince you had sent away was a brute: one of a mighty stature that exuded authority and strength. His weapon of choice sung as he unsheathed the metal, the powerful ax of steel bellowing as its owner shucked it into the nearest, widest tree, unearthing the plant for it to meet its own grassy tomb below.

Your advisor mentioned that his kingdom was near cities with poor population control. Many people, less food, laws, and land are all ingredients for scrappy soldiers and petty fights. A protector, sure, but a husband?

His lips sneered, a terrible scar running past his mouth, curling pridefully as the screams from the ensuing crowd boasted his own external potency. This was a man who was familiar with the implacability of war, to the rigor of battle. His body was a testament to past heroic feats, showcasing jagged, flesh-baring scars that littered his skin.

Strands of sharp black hair stuck to his face as he goaded the crowd on, paying special attention to wealthy merchants eager to make a bet.

Soon, the scrap metal of destruction was safely returned to its home, and only then did his arm stretch out to point you out. He mouthed something to you from across the field where you sat watching, though it was difficult to make out from the distance alone, combined with the shrieks of your ladies-in-waiting.

This was a warrior. A gladiator. Someone worthy to be seated next to the Princess, to lead her down villages and fend for her kingdom and all who inhabit it.

Still, with a slight flick of your bangle-adorned wrist, you sent him away, taking his greatly inflated self-importance with you.

"How many are left, then? I'm becoming famished," You sighed, fingers aimlessly picking out the threads from your saree, its fabric draped over your left shoulder and pooling into a waterfall at the base of your lap. Richly embroidered with stones of gold, ruby, and jade, it seemed as if you were blessed by the Sun itself.

Her rays mercilessly blare down upon you, shining your face in ruthless light. Between the glares, your eyes squint to formulate the next contestant.

"Princess, that was the fifth prince this afternoon…" Sheepishly, your advisor chuckled, eyes ravaging over his scrolls to ensure no name was forgotten. "Are you…certain you haven't been…" He spends time deciding the polite words to pursue, his act of assuring your grace being more aggravating than anything.

"…hasty?"

King Janaka, your father, nodded beside you, pulling tightly on his kurta and shawl. "Perhaps Sir Kapil is correct—I have never doubted him to be senseless. If you are to keep denying the men who are to be potentially betrothed to you, there must be a measurement of their capabilities. A system to hurry the process. Is that favorable for you, daughter?"

You mulled it over for a moment, weighing the option. It would make things interesting, you figured, even if the men themselves are a drag.

"Alright, then. But how are we supposed to test them? It is not as if the knowledge of Aditi herself is so readily accessible for our mortal wants." As no new Prince was being brought out, the crowd below was becoming steadily restless, the shuffling of their feet and murmuring of their disgruntled voices heard from the palace overlooking it all.

"No need for that, Sita-dear. Let it be known that any man who foolishly tries to wed my daughter must lift and string the bow of Lord Shiva. Then and only then he may be pronounced as her groom."

The bow of Lord Shiva, or the Pinaka, is sacred, celestial, and exquisitely and meticulously crafted by Vishwakarma himself. Bathed in rich crimson and rounded with highlights of fine gold, with the end holding a small tassel.

Being 'The Supreme Being', the God of Destruction, Lord Shiva's incredible, substantial bow could only match the amount of power he had. It had the ability for mountains to tremble and cities to be leveled; yet the Princess wielded the bow as a child would a rattle.

Not only were you able to pick up the bow, but moving it was effortless. The same bow that required hundreds of men to pull a cart containing the great weapon was but a toy for the Princess.

Honestly, the absurd thought of having princes from kingdoms far and wide struggle with holding it was amusing, and perhaps, the only reason you agreed.

The announcement was made thereafter, and you quickly found that the only exciting addition to the day was the formation of clouds blossoming in the sky, providing shelter against the untamed sun.

"Now, from the family of Kamo hailing from the Land of Rakt. The family's eldest son, Prince Choso."

Now, Prince Choso did not stagger inside with the menacing, proud stance of his previous competitors. He was rather quiet as he stepped up, sporting an expression that looked bored. As insulting as that might have been, you were intrigued. Upon his face was a long black mark that spanned both sides of his face and across the bridge of his nose. It reminded you of tribal tattoos, or the mehndi that you and your family proudly wore.

It was clear that the man was exceptionally strong, but he was deemed unworthy of the Princess, and could not lift the bow. As he graciously bowed, the crowd was in a single hush, save for the boisterous cheers of a small, rosy-haired boy.

Kapil once again raised his voice for all to hear. "Next, from the Kingdom of Megha, their own Prince Suguru Geto."

Strolling in with flowing robes that captured the dusk and ash, Suguru strode with a similar sense of competency and hubris.

He laughed as his eyes scoured the faces of the citizens before him, watching in glee as their garments clearly did not mirror the class and respect of his own.

And with likewise joy, you were pleased to see that he, too, could not lift the bow, much less string it.

After Princes Hiromi, Kento, and Sukuna—all of whom you had little prospects for, and all of whom failed at the task—the search for the Princess' bride was seemingly hopeless. Especially after Prince Toji had returned after hearing of the requirements, grumbling of how he hadn't a 'fair chance' for your hand—seeing him fail twice was nothing short of unimpressive.

"Sita, darling, do you wish to continue in this venture? There is but one prince left—someone from a dying clan far east." Your father, always obliging, asked sincerely.

You sighed, whispering a quick prayer for a sense of strength before curtly nodding.

"Well, if there is only one left, it wouldn't make any sense to end now. Send him in, Kapil."

And so, your advisor rose once more, reading off his title for the courtyard and your own ears. Even before he began, you didn't pay much attention; most of your energy had been spent with the rigor and trials of the day.

But when he stepped onto the field, you watched closely.

"For our final contender, from the surviving Gojo clan reigning in the lands of Asimam, is Prince Satoru."

"What a strange man," you muse. "He bears no entourage like the others, yet he is not humble, either. Curiouser and curiouser!"

You shooed away your attendants as he performed, appearing as a swan gracefully fluttering amongst her flock rather than a man vowing for your hand. Aimlessly, you found yourself mimicking his elegant movements, combing through your dark curls while he showed his strength—this trait which easily surpassed the others.

The final challenge has not yet commenced, though…is he worthy of lifting the bow?

Kapil, always eerily silent, cleared his throat to snap you out of your trance. "Princess, it seems that this is not Prince Satoru's first time here. Apparently, there are records of him appearing at your matches, trials, and such. Have you known him?"

"He seems familiar…Perhaps I knew him in another life," you whispered to nobody in particular, giving a slight shake of your head when your advisor asked you once more. "Let him see the bow."

Satoru Gojo was never one to be nervous.

Heralded as the strongest to all who dared come against his family, he was the sole protector of what was left.

He had heard of your feats by word of mouth alone, assured that they had become exaggerated with time and people. But to see you accomplish mighty tasks with his eyes solely focused on you…it was enchanting.

So he danced before you, willing to move for the two hours Bharatanatyam required if it was what you obliged. Acres may have been spread before you, but your deep, introspective brown eyes struck him where he stood, despite your looking down on him.

As the bow was presented, he took his time praising it, his fingers lightly kissing the cart that encased it.

Inhaling slowly, Satoru looked towards your direction, hoping that you had graced him with enough attention. In spite of the roaring crowd awaiting victory or defeat, he couldn't hear much over the subtle nod you had given him to continue. White tufts of hair flowed in the wind, the Gods seemingly providing him mercy on this troubled morn.

Whispering a quiet prayer, Satoru miraculously seized the center of the weapon, fastening the string taut, breaking the bow in two in the process from simply stretching it so long. As the two pieces broke apart, there bechanced a sound greater than thunder, causing the pebbles to crumble and the ants below to cower.

"It is a gift from the Heavens!"

"Praise be…he actually did it."

Mechanically, your feet whisked you from the overlooking landscape to the ground floor, with your ladies and staff shouting for your return—you paid them no mind. You could not pay anything or anyone any ounce of attention when it was reserved for him.

"King Janaka," Kapil hushed, his breath momentarily stolen from the sheer prowess he witnessed. "It appears that you now have a son."

"Yes," the man nodded, similarly unable to form sophisticated, coherent thoughts at the moment. "At last, someone to equal my daughter's authority."

By the time you had reached him, your long, once carefully woven braid was falling apart, strands loosely curling in odd places from the blaring, unflinching Sun. In Satoru's mind, it only illuminated your skin, highlighting the ambition and drive in your dark eyes.

"You were able to do it." You gasped, grasping onto his arm for any sort of hidden weapon or assets that assisted him. No, this was done completely by himself.

"I was…able to do it." He mumbled to himself before grinning like an idiot, dusting off his wind-tattered clothes. "I mean, of course I was able to do it. I am Satoru Gojo after all."

"Does that name have any meaning where you are from?"

"Ah…you could say that."

Now crowned as triumphant, the Princess had found someone who possessed as much power as her, someone worthy and suitable to be deemed her husband. It was with great, admirable pride that you were able to adorn his neck with the wreath of victory.

Your hands trembled as you raised them, fitting the garland of roses about him. Your companions and citizens, friends and family, all sang praises to their newfound divine marriage. Witnessing the wreath of victory resting on Shri Satoru's breast, the Gods rained down flowers; while the champions from all the lands shrank in their defeat, like trampled weeds underneath one's boot.

"I feel as if it has taken me a lifetime just to see you," you murmured whilst your hands were interlaced, not wanting to depart from his contact just yet.

"No, lovely. Time has simply stolen you from me. We have met before, and we will meet again. Don't you think so?" He questioned, lightly taking hold of your wrist and placing a chaste kiss atop it.

Beside the presence of a sacred and holy fire, Agni was there as an impartial and otherworldly witness to the vows shared between you and Satoru, the essence of everlasting happiness by the God of Fire.

Your ladies came before you with a ceremonial ribbon, a scarf to connect the hands of the bride and groom. It was a shining, silver blue, reminding you of the moonlight you hope to dance under with your new love. The ends were tied together, with the Hasta Melap signifying your union.

Sparks of flame danced around you as your people rejoiced; instruments of all kinds were brought out to hear each other sing. Colors of every hue were splattered about, decorating the lands in shades of deep reds and fascinating oranges. Harmony and unity were but the overwhelming feeling churning within you, giving you a strength you felt would never leave.

The pair stood together, shining as if beauty and the embodiment of love had combined to meet in mortal form. It seemed as if all the world, both heavenly and human, had come to celebrate the festivities of you and your newfound beloved.

But it was difficult to pay them any attention, for you had the Heavens personified standing before you, stuffing his face with mango lassi and gulab jamun.

"Those who lovingly sing or hear the story of Sita and Ram's marriage shall ever rejoice; for Shri Ram's glory is an abode of felicity." — SiyaRaghavendra Sharan (2010)

june 5th, 2026

[httpskrys]

cutiee hope you had a nice day💕💕

anna!! thank u, hope u had a lovely day and that ur feeling better!!

[httpskrys]

to my sirenlike pearl whom i adore very dearly <3

im tearin up lia thank u !!! stars for u! .✦ ݁˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆˙⟡

[httpskrys]

thank u rie!!! #loveudearly

[httpskrys]

I do hope your sneezing subsides cutiee

here's the hammock, the cherries and the sunset rn!!

oh my goodness it's all so cute!! what an amazing scene to lay in im jealous !!

ive never had those kinds of cherries !! how are they different from regular ones?

[liahcharms]

── 𖤐 june scrolls

Behold, my cherished townsfolk, the hour doth strike when the goddess shall draw back the veil from tales too rich for virgin eyes to bear! And what doth this swift month promise more than a bloom of love so pure and tender? Of fair maidens whose cheeks, like roses kissed by summer's blush, glow and burn beneath the bedsheets with hearts most wickedly inclined! The goddess thus shall here present each word she penned and each volume her mind was fed!

liah's most beloved ones

── 𖤐 everything the goddess has written

001. Not a lot, just forever 𖤐 Alien!Gojo Satoru x Physics teacher!Reader 𖤐 inspired by Project Hail Mary

002. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Noor of my eyes 𖤐 Fem!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

003. Chapter four and five for the series loving you was really hard 𖤐 Yandere!Satosugu x F!Reader

004. Legendary lovers 𖤐 Hades!Choso Kamo x Aphrodite!Reader

005. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Special treatment 𖤐 CEO!Fem!Geto Suguru x Assistant!Fem!Reader

006. First chapter for under your spell 𖤐 Satosugu x F!Reader 𖤐 Coraline AU 𖤐 series

007. Tainted love 𖤐 Killer/Stalker!Geto Suguru x Slutty!Reader 𖤐 part of my summerween collection

008. Sleeping beauty 𖤐 Eros!Reader x Psyche!Gojo Satoru 𖤐 drabble

── 𖤐 chosen by the crows [june favourites]

001. Steel ball run by @uzugeto 𖤐 Cowboy!Suguru Geto x Cowrgirl!Fem reader 𖤐 I swear I was waiting so long for this fic, and when it finally dropped... UGHHH. AMAZING. I've recently become such a sucker for Wild West AU stories, and this one filled my craving oh so perfectly.

002. Satosugu are cheating on each other with you by @doviled 𖤐 Satosugu x F!Reader 𖤐 Spectacular, great idea. I loved every second of this fic. It was genuinely so much fun to read and felt a bit refreshing, yn? I simply enjoy everything involving Satosugu, hihi.

003. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Just Satoru by @laeyliaa 𖤐 Fem!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader 𖤐 This one is inspired by the film Obsession, and we all already know where it's going, right? I haven't seen any dark wlw stories for so long, and honestly, I think about this fic every single day! Waiting for part two while gnawing on my fingers...

004. Toji F. x Fem!Reader x Choso K. by @6x-x9 𖤐 Honestly, I don't know why the reader is here. Ana, why are we third-wheeling? Because the tension between Toji and Choso was so intense, I was going mad whenever the reader was mentioned. I don't know this bitch. Someone take her away from them! This fic changed something in my brain, and I reread it from time to time... in the evening.

005. Beach day with Suguru by @rengoatku 𖤐 Suguru Geto x F!Reader 𖤐 There's nothing better than fucking on the beach with your hot man. 10/10, fun and nasty read; I loved it.

006. 🏳️‍⚧️ Long distance gf!suguru geto giving you replica of her cock by @moviecritc 𖤐 Transfem!Suguru Geto x F!Reader 𖤐 NOW HOLD ON. You know how obsessed I am with my transfem Satoru, so when I saw Nora drop this fic, my ovaries literally burst. Transfem Suguru is so hot; she's such a minx, literally pls get me pregnant. Spectacular. Nora never disappoints with her wlw fics!

007. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Your girl-friend a menace! by @/6x-x9 𖤐 Gf!Shoko Ieri x Fem!Reader 𖤐 Shoko buying a lipstick in the colour of the reader's nipples... do I have to say more? Go, read it and touch yourself.

008. Make a man outta you! by @xchosos-wifex 𖤐 Li Shang!Toji Fushiguro x Mulan!Reader 𖤐 Omg, Mulan has always been one of my favourite films, and Li Shang is JADNBjbfe. A crush since I was 10. This fic was so much fun and original; I absolutely loved the whole concept, and ngl, Toji has such an amazing commander aura! Also, I was laughing so hard at the sudden speed face link. Like, okay, you're funny; join my court of jesters.

009. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Like sugar on my tongue by @jazzthatonewriterchick 𖤐 OF Girl!Femjo x Camgirl!Reader 𖤐 YOU KNOW I'M SO WEAK FOR MY WIFEY FEMJO. Jazz, I hope your pillow is always cold because I was reading this fic with clenched thighs. I absolutely love slutty, sly femjo, and you wrote her so perfectly here, ugh! I need more queer content from you, begging on my knees...

010. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Equal rights, equal fights by @reignpage 𖤐 Femjo x Fem!Reader 𖤐 Gojo lets himself be struck by a gender-bending curse, and he's using it to the fullest. It was so much fun and HOT AHH. I love everything Reign writes, but it was my first time reading a wlw story by her! More, more, more!

011. A bouquet of brambles by @sukunahs 𖤐 God!Ryomen Sukuna x Priestess!Reader 𖤐 Listen, the stories Iris writes are a true blessing from the heavens themselves. So rich and beautifully written, you can feel the weight of each word! I adore this story so much, and the simple fact that it's a Greek mythology au should be enough to make you read it!

012. The story of Princess Sita and Prince Rama by @httpskrys 𖤐 Prince Rama!Satoru x Princess Sita!Reader 𖤐 One of the best things about my 3k even is how many new cultures I was introduced to! Krys's story was amazing, the cutest, I loved reading the little introduction to the tale itself and eating up the whole fic. Thank you so much and tbh I would love to see more similar stories from you :((

013. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Mom's best friend!Yuki Tsukumo by @/moviecritc 𖤐 Yuki Tsukumo x F!Reader 𖤐 Dad's best friend.... MOM'S BEST FRIEND? Give me two seasons, merch, books and a movie. I already said it, but Nora is one of the best (if not the best, shall I say) wlw writers on Tumblr and her stories are a literal blessing to the small sapphic JJK community!

014. 閻魔大王!Sukuna x Dead!reader (Enma Daiō!Sukuna) by @bearlovestea 𖤐 Sukuna fits the King of Hell so freaking well! I loved the whole concept of the story, how original it was, and THE SMUT PART, arhhh, amazing! Bear, I need more stories from you inspired by Japanese culture <3

015. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Guilty pleasure by @indiewritesxoxo 𖤐 Mermaid!Yuki x F!Reader 𖤐 I have no words... doomed yuri, they could never make me hate you. And also inspired by The Little Mermaid? I need 10k words for yesterday, please...

Do you want to read more wlw stories? Check wlw list by @hotties4gojo !

I had soo little time in June, and it's a pity I haven't read and written more queer stories :( I will try to make up for it during the summer holidays <3

lesbian art by Hannah Alexander Artwork (@HannahArtwork) on X dividers by @diviniyae and @strangergraphics

[httpskrys]

i wanna participate in another collab the last one was fun …

[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ blackcat!reader and goldenretriever!gojo relationship dynamic ! ❤︎₊ ⊹

when you and satoru started dating, nobody believed it. satoru was a ray of sunshine—always cheerful, cracking jokes with everyone, never without a smile on his face.

you, on the other hand, were more reserved. you liked your independence. you were sharper, quieter, always observing the room before stepping into it. most of his students joked that satoru must have forced you to date him, because the two of you were just so different.

but the truth was quieter than that.

what they didn’t see was the way he’d slow down just for you. how he’d notice when the noise got too loud and distract the room so you could slip away. how he’d press a candy bar into your palm without saying a word, because he already knew you’d skipped lunch.

they didn’t see the mornings when he came barreling into your apartment with coffee in hand, sunglasses perched on his head like he’d just conquered the world. you would sigh, already sitting at the table with your tea, pretending to be annoyed when he leaned across and stole a sip—when in reality, you didn’t mind at all.

or the way he dragged you into every ridiculous errand. grocery shopping, ice cream runs, even picking out new sunglasses—he’d chatter nonstop, filling every silence you didn’t feel like breaking. and though you rolled your eyes, you always went with him.

sometimes, in the quiet of the evening, you’d be reading with a blanket around your shoulders, and satoru would flop down beside you, arms sprawled everywhere like an oversized golden retriever. he’d nudge his head against your shoulder until you relented, setting your book aside so he could curl closer. “see?” he’d say, grinning up at you. “you do like me.”

you never answered out loud, but your hand would linger in his hair a little too long for denial. and maybe they didn’t notice the way your eyes softened when he laughed too hard at his own jokes, or how you let him drape himself all over you even though you claimed to hate it.

because while he was all sunshine and warmth, you were the quiet place he came to rest.

everyone else saw mismatched opposites—sunshine and shadow, noise and silence. but the two of you knew better. he brought you out of your solitude, and you gave him somewhere steady to land.

and maybe that was the whole secret: you weren’t opposites at all: you were just the balance each other needed.

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[httpskrys]

KRYS!!! How have you been angelll? I haven't interacted much with you in a bit omg. I hope you're doing well :<

jo!! im doing well thanks for asking !! been rewatching all my childhood favs on a whim actually lmao but dont worry about interacting!! i told myself i'd write more in the holidays but the drafts have been collecting dust... anyways how are you lovely??

[httpskrys]

NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW AND WE ALL CHEEREDDDDDD

EEKK YES I FINALLY CHANGED IT AFTER .. gulp six months … but im loving it so far!! the dividers dont show up on mobile which is irritating but!! all is well!!

[httpskrys]

updated literally everything when i have a mountain of work to do (#priorities) and im alr thinking of an atla theme...hm

[salmakiis]

water and wind

[dearlizzies-rip]

thank u for the tag @v-inthecortez & @pinkdoeweirdo 🤍!

last song: Mr. Lovermannn

currently watching: Attack on Titan !! this shi pretty good

current obsession: suguru geto

currently reading: 1984 by george orwell

currently working on: requests and requests

last internet search: ‘are male nipples sensitive’ lmao i’m not elaborating on that

no pressure 🏷️ : @rottenbites @targlocket @illumoria @pottergff @amourflores @deaddoveangel @ghostlybfgf @hunnyisland

[illumoria]

thank you for the tag, honeybunch :3!

last song:: fools rush in (where angels fear to tread) by lesley gore

currently (re)watching:: death note 🍪

current obsession:: calico critters, yoga, and lacy clothing >_o

currently reading:: nothing! i just finished a book and i have no idea what i’m reading next…

currently working on:: light yagami req !

last internet search:: 27 dresses soundtrack

npt 🏷️!!:: @daystarpoet @kittens4kitty @fushihearts @rengoatku @hufflezki @fawnafied @amourflores @ariannagram @yuuuu-o @fear-is-truth @bohnerrific69 @makeufeelshy !!

[rengoated]

Thank you for the tag cutie!!

Last song — A.D.H.D by Kendrick Lamar

Currently watching — Bananafish (it’s super duper sad and I’m only halfway through omg)

Current obsession — writing (duh), jeans, and hair dye!!

Currently reading — nothing… except drivers ed ig

Currently working on — gojo fluff and a secret long oneshot of Sukuna 🤫🤫

Last internet search — an anime streaming service

npt 🏷️ @hangenism @fushihearts @valberryboos @kamislop @tokkushin @neossence @6x-x9 @revolvingsaturn

[valberryboos]

ty for the tag twwinn

last song : petals by hole

currently watching : ramparts of ice

current obsession : dying my hair & yuri

currently reading : high school salty heart. (do NOT read if u hate assholes)

currently working on : not shit

last internet search : what year was nagi seishiro born?

tags: @kireampie @yorikae @lilithkleia @suganoms @blessedbyangelss @jiyuspassion

[yorikae]

tyyy for the tag val :333!!!

last song: promise by laufey

currently watching: blue lock, teach you a lesson & twd

current obsession: HAIKYUU AGAIN, braiding & research about gardening helping w anxiety!

currently reading: rereading parable of the sower! & fics lol

currently working on: haikyuu series, baby daddy sukuna fic & some events!

last internet search: who is karasuno women’s team captain season 1?

tags: @hangenism @daflex @toruii @laylathegoddesss @honeyoftheisle @neossence @yuucide @6x-x9 @kldgo @oksukuna @violasepals @/anyone else sorry i didn’t wanna tag and be annoying lol

[6x-x9]

last song : sunrise by simply red

currently watching : the mentalist

current obsession : watching inside nature's giants on YouTube

current reading : collier's junior classics book 2 once upon a time (childhood reading book)

currently working on : alot of jjk x reader fics, yuki, choso, sukuna x reader (separately) and not in that order.

last Internet search : the term chemical engineering

tagging <3 : @liahcharms @yummidumplingss @mimimochis @cttelina @tokkushin @sakunai @gyalcapone @megumisrighttoe @httpskrys @https-iso + anyone who'd like to take part <3

[httpskrys]

latest/current updates !

last song: hvnly — jenevieve, jihyo

currently (re)watching: gilmore girls, atla, hanakimi

current obsession: reading emma on my patio with my dog in the sun, trying to name all the countries

current reading: emma! and the aot manga

current working on: event fics, random ideas, and other things outside of writing

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[satolune]

──── MOONIE'S SUMMER COLLECTION

🪼 : some people leave fingerprints on your skin. others leave entire cities behind. a collection of summer romances scattered across the world—sun-drenched beaches, crowded festivals, hidden cafés, missed trains, and strangers who were never supposed to matter. from venice to busan, from bali to barcelona, each story follows two people colliding beneath foreign skies and finding something they never expected to take home with them. content warnings at the end.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍

hawaii (maui) — gojo :: you sign up for surfing lessons hoping for a relaxing summer activity and instead get stuck with the most insufferable instructor on the island. By the time your final lesson arrives, saying goodbye feels a lot harder than falling off a surfboard.

⌗ 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒

maldives — higuruma :: A post-breakup trip to the Maldives sounds perfect until you're accidentally paired with the same reserved man for nearly every excursion the resort offers. Neither of you wanted company, yet somehow Hiromi Higuruma becomes the person you spend every sunset searching for.

⌗ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

amalfi coast, italy — CEO gojo :: exhausted from years of running a company, Satoru Gojo disappears to the Italian coast without telling anyone who he really is. When a local florist mistakes him for an ordinary tourist, he decides not to correct her—and for the first time in years, he gets to be someone else.

⌗ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

malibu, california — lifeguard toji :: you insist you're perfectly capable of swimming on your own despite being terrified of deep water. Toji disagrees, and after rescuing you once, he never misses an opportunity to tease you for clinging to him every time the waves get a little too rough.

⌗ 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

gold coast, australia — surfer gojo :: you've always been afraid of the ocean—not the beach, not the waves, but the endless darkness hiding beneath them. Unfortunately, the annoyingly handsome surf instructor determined to help you overcome that fear refuses to take no for an answer.

⌗ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

barcelona, spain — ryomen sukuna :: it was only supposed to be a vacation fling. You'd spend a few weeks in Spain, have fun, and go home. The problem is that every day with Sukuna makes leaving feel a little more impossible, and summer never lasts forever.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

rio de janeiro, brazil — toji :: caught in a sudden downpour, you're forced to share an umbrella with a stranger who looks far less thrilled about the arrangement than you are. Unfortunately for both of you, the walk home takes nearly an hour.

⌗ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄

sydney, australia — sukuna :: every morning, the same infuriatingly attractive man beats you on your beach run by a few seconds. What starts as a silent rivalry quickly becomes an obsession neither of you is willing to admit.

⌗ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀

marrakech, morocco — geto :: one wrong turn leaves you hopelessly lost in the winding streets of Marrakech. Fortunately, a local guide named Suguru offers to help you find your way back—though neither of you seems particularly eager for the walk to end.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒

istanbul, turkey — higuruma :: lost and exhausted after escaping your tour group, you stumble into a quiet tea shop overlooking the water. What begins as a conversation with a handsome lawyer working remotely turns into a summer routine neither of you expected to need.

⌗ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌 28

lisbon, portugal — gojo :: every morning, you end up sharing the same crowded yellow tram with a blue-eyed stranger. Neither of you knows the other's name, yet before long you're saving seats, sharing coffees, and dreading the day one of you stops showing up.

⌗ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈

busan, south korea — sukuna :: after getting separated from your friends during a crowded beach festival, you're rescued by the last person you'd ever want help from: a cocky stranger with a sharp tongue and an even sharper smile. One night beneath fireworks changes everything.

⌗ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 #12

okinawa, japan — toji :: your summer vacation starts badly when the grumpy surfer next door keeps stealing your porch chair. The prank war that follows is supposed to prove how much you dislike him, but somewhere along the way, it becomes something else entirely.

⌗ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓

venice, italy — gojo :: when you arrive in Venice for a summer abroad program, the last person you expect to become part of your routine is the annoyingly charming stranger you keep running into on boats, bridges, and narrow alleyways. As your final day approaches, Satoru starts acting strangely—almost like he's counting down the days until you'll leave him behind.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

bali, indonesia — geto :: After one disastrous year, you travel to Bali hoping to clear your head. Every morning, fresh flower offerings appear outside your villa, and every morning you wonder who keeps leaving them there—until you catch a quiet café owner in the act.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

paris, france — higuruma :: after a misunderstanding leaves you tangled in unexpected legal trouble during Paris Fashion Week, the last person you expect to help is a weary lawyer on vacation. Hiromi Higuruma insists he can't represent you—but somehow he keeps finding himself solving your problems anyway.

⌗ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐍

new york city — gojo :: Every Friday afternoon, the same ridiculously handsome customer wanders into your bookstore asking for recommendations he never intends to read. What starts as harmless flirting slowly turns into the highlight of both your summers.

⌗ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

santorini, greece — geto :: When a pushy group of tourists refuses to leave you alone, you panic and claim the handsome stranger nearby is your boyfriend. Suguru plays along without hesitation—and for some reason, neither of you seems eager to stop pretending.

⌗ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

phuket, thailand — choso :: A sudden tropical storm traps you and a shy stranger inside a tiny convenience store with nowhere to go for hours. Between shared snacks and quiet conversations, what begins as bad luck quickly becomes your favorite memory of the entire trip.

fem reader ✦ vacation romance ✦ strangers to lovers ✦ summer flings ✦ holiday romance ✦ slow burn ✦ mutual pining ✦ emotional angst ✦ long-distance themes ✦ airport goodbyes ✦ temporary relationships ✦ happy endings ✦ bittersweet endings ✦ open endings ✦ kissing ✦ mentions of alcohol ✦ travel mishaps ✦ grief ✦ loneliness ✦ fear of commitment ✦ fear of abandonment ✦ emotional vulnerability ✦ suggestive content ✦ explicit content ✦ discussions of moving away ✦ separation themes ✦ happy reunions ✦

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[httpskrys]

the story of princess sita and prince rama

In Ancient India, the origins of Diwali come to mortal fruition in the form of the Princess Sita and her bow-breaker. A powerful daughter deserves an equally powerful partner, so reasons her father. And thus, the challenge for her heart and strength begins. Who will reign victorious?

pairing: prince rama!Satoru x princess sita!Reader

scribes writings: this was done for the tales from foreign lands event by the incredibly creative @liahcharms and so many other wondrous authors! please do check out their works. special thanks to lia (@caramelluxe) for helping me out with the fable itself!

p.s. the name 'sita' is used as a nickname and as a callback to the original tale. literally, it means 'furrow' in Sanskrit, from which it is derived. the name is the embodiment of 'ideals of devotion, purity, and resilience'. the title of 'shri' is an honorific of prosperity and respect, prefixed before the names of deities and such.

again, i do apologize for any inaccuracies. i do not practice hindu customs nor was i (well) aware of their incredible myths before researching, so i am not as well-versed as others may be.

additionally!!! as this is taking part in ancient india, the reader is brown, with ambiguous brown-girl traits to characterize her. she literally just has brown skin and dark curls. thats it.

read the original story here! → https://lordrama.co.in/sita-rama-vivah.html

Your skin was crisping, the hour drew long, and frankly, you were growing bored.

The last prince you had sent away was a brute: one of a mighty stature that exuded authority and strength. His weapon of choice sung as he unsheathed the metal, the powerful ax of steel bellowing as its owner shucked it into the nearest, widest tree, unearthing the plant for it to meet its own grassy tomb below.

Your advisor mentioned that his kingdom was near cities with poor population control. Many people, less food, laws, and land are all ingredients for scrappy soldiers and petty fights. A protector, sure, but a husband?

His lips sneered, a terrible scar running past his mouth, curling pridefully as the screams from the ensuing crowd boasted his own external potency. This was a man who was familiar with the implacability of war, to the rigor of battle. His body was a testament to past heroic feats, showcasing jagged, flesh-baring scars that littered his skin.

Strands of sharp black hair stuck to his face as he goaded the crowd on, paying special attention to wealthy merchants eager to make a bet.

Soon, the scrap metal of destruction was safely returned to its home, and only then did his arm stretch out to point you out. He mouthed something to you from across the field where you sat watching, though it was difficult to make out from the distance alone, combined with the shrieks of your ladies-in-waiting.

This was a warrior. A gladiator. Someone worthy to be seated next to the Princess, to lead her down villages and fend for her kingdom and all who inhabit it.

Still, with a slight flick of your bangle-adorned wrist, you sent him away, taking his greatly inflated self-importance with you.

"How many are left, then? I'm becoming famished," You sighed, fingers aimlessly picking out the threads from your saree, its fabric draped over your left shoulder and pooling into a waterfall at the base of your lap. Richly embroidered with stones of gold, ruby, and jade, it seemed as if you were blessed by the Sun itself.

Her rays mercilessly blare down upon you, shining your face in ruthless light. Between the glares, your eyes squint to formulate the next contestant.

"Princess, that was the fifth prince this afternoon…" Sheepishly, your advisor chuckled, eyes ravaging over his scrolls to ensure no name was forgotten. "Are you…certain you haven't been…" He spends time deciding the polite words to pursue, his act of assuring your grace being more aggravating than anything.

"…hasty?"

King Janaka, your father, nodded beside you, pulling tightly on his kurta and shawl. "Perhaps Sir Kapil is correct—I have never doubted him to be senseless. If you are to keep denying the men who are to be potentially betrothed to you, there must be a measurement of their capabilities. A system to hurry the process. Is that favorable for you, daughter?"

You mulled it over for a moment, weighing the option. It would make things interesting, you figured, even if the men themselves are a drag.

"Alright, then. But how are we supposed to test them? It is not as if the knowledge of Aditi herself is so readily accessible for our mortal wants." As no new Prince was being brought out, the crowd below was becoming steadily restless, the shuffling of their feet and murmuring of their disgruntled voices heard from the palace overlooking it all.

"No need for that, Sita-dear. Let it be known that any man who foolishly tries to wed my daughter must lift and string the bow of Lord Shiva. Then and only then he may be pronounced as her groom."

The bow of Lord Shiva, or the Pinaka, is sacred, celestial, and exquisitely and meticulously crafted by Vishwakarma himself. Bathed in rich crimson and rounded with highlights of fine gold, with the end holding a small tassel.

Being 'The Supreme Being', the God of Destruction, Lord Shiva's incredible, substantial bow could only match the amount of power he had. It had the ability for mountains to tremble and cities to be leveled; yet the Princess wielded the bow as a child would a rattle.

Not only were you able to pick up the bow, but moving it was effortless. The same bow that required hundreds of men to pull a cart containing the great weapon was but a toy for the Princess.

Honestly, the absurd thought of having princes from kingdoms far and wide struggle with holding it was amusing, and perhaps, the only reason you agreed.

The announcement was made thereafter, and you quickly found that the only exciting addition to the day was the formation of clouds blossoming in the sky, providing shelter against the untamed sun.

"Now, from the family of Kamo hailing from the Land of Rakt. The family's eldest son, Prince Choso."

Now, Prince Choso did not stagger inside with the menacing, proud stance of his previous competitors. He was rather quiet as he stepped up, sporting an expression that looked bored. As insulting as that might have been, you were intrigued. Upon his face was a long black mark that spanned both sides of his face and across the bridge of his nose. It reminded you of tribal tattoos, or the mehndi that you and your family proudly wore.

It was clear that the man was exceptionally strong, but he was deemed unworthy of the Princess, and could not lift the bow. As he graciously bowed, the crowd was in a single hush, save for the boisterous cheers of a small, rosy-haired boy.

Kapil once again raised his voice for all to hear. "Next, from the Kingdom of Megha, their own Prince Suguru Geto."

Strolling in with flowing robes that captured the dusk and ash, Suguru strode with a similar sense of competency and hubris.

He laughed as his eyes scoured the faces of the citizens before him, watching in glee as their garments clearly did not mirror the class and respect of his own.

And with likewise joy, you were pleased to see that he, too, could not lift the bow, much less string it.

After Princes Hiromi, Kento, and Sukuna—all of whom you had little prospects for, and all of whom failed at the task—the search for the Princess' bride was seemingly hopeless. Especially after Prince Toji had returned after hearing of the requirements, grumbling of how he hadn't a 'fair chance' for your hand—seeing him fail twice was nothing short of unimpressive.

"Sita, darling, do you wish to continue in this venture? There is but one prince left—someone from a dying clan far east." Your father, always obliging, asked sincerely.

You sighed, whispering a quick prayer for a sense of strength before curtly nodding.

"Well, if there is only one left, it wouldn't make any sense to end now. Send him in, Kapil."

And so, your advisor rose once more, reading off his title for the courtyard and your own ears. Even before he began, you didn't pay much attention; most of your energy had been spent with the rigor and trials of the day.

But when he stepped onto the field, you watched closely.

"For our final contender, from the surviving Gojo clan reigning in the lands of Asimam, is Prince Satoru."

"What a strange man," you muse. "He bears no entourage like the others, yet he is not humble, either. Curiouser and curiouser!"

You shooed away your attendants as he performed, appearing as a swan gracefully fluttering amongst her flock rather than a man vowing for your hand. Aimlessly, you found yourself mimicking his elegant movements, combing through your dark curls while he showed his strength—this trait which easily surpassed the others.

The final challenge has not yet commenced, though…is he worthy of lifting the bow?

Kapil, always eerily silent, cleared his throat to snap you out of your trance. "Princess, it seems that this is not Prince Satoru's first time here. Apparently, there are records of him appearing at your matches, trials, and such. Have you known him?"

"He seems familiar…Perhaps I knew him in another life," you whispered to nobody in particular, giving a slight shake of your head when your advisor asked you once more. "Let him see the bow."

Satoru Gojo was never one to be nervous.

Heralded as the strongest to all who dared come against his family, he was the sole protector of what was left.

He had heard of your feats by word of mouth alone, assured that they had become exaggerated with time and people. But to see you accomplish mighty tasks with his eyes solely focused on you…it was enchanting.

So he danced before you, willing to move for the two hours Bharatanatyam required if it was what you obliged. Acres may have been spread before you, but your deep, introspective brown eyes struck him where he stood, despite your looking down on him.

As the bow was presented, he took his time praising it, his fingers lightly kissing the cart that encased it.

Inhaling slowly, Satoru looked towards your direction, hoping that you had graced him with enough attention. In spite of the roaring crowd awaiting victory or defeat, he couldn't hear much over the subtle nod you had given him to continue. White tufts of hair flowed in the wind, the Gods seemingly providing him mercy on this troubled morn.

Whispering a quiet prayer, Satoru miraculously seized the center of the weapon, fastening the string taut, breaking the bow in two in the process from simply stretching it so long. As the two pieces broke apart, there bechanced a sound greater than thunder, causing the pebbles to crumble and the ants below to cower.

"It is a gift from the Heavens!"

"Praise be…he actually did it."

Mechanically, your feet whisked you from the overlooking landscape to the ground floor, with your ladies and staff shouting for your return—you paid them no mind. You could not pay anything or anyone any ounce of attention when it was reserved for him.

"King Janaka," Kapil hushed, his breath momentarily stolen from the sheer prowess he witnessed. "It appears that you now have a son."

"Yes," the man nodded, similarly unable to form sophisticated, coherent thoughts at the moment. "At last, someone to equal my daughter's authority."

By the time you had reached him, your long, once carefully woven braid was falling apart, strands loosely curling in odd places from the blaring, unflinching Sun. In Satoru's mind, it only illuminated your skin, highlighting the ambition and drive in your dark eyes.

"You were able to do it." You gasped, grasping onto his arm for any sort of hidden weapon or assets that assisted him. No, this was done completely by himself.

"I was…able to do it." He mumbled to himself before grinning like an idiot, dusting off his wind-tattered clothes. "I mean, of course I was able to do it. I am Satoru Gojo after all."

"Does that name have any meaning where you are from?"

"Ah…you could say that."

Now crowned as triumphant, the Princess had found someone who possessed as much power as her, someone worthy and suitable to be deemed her husband. It was with great, admirable pride that you were able to adorn his neck with the wreath of victory.

Your hands trembled as you raised them, fitting the garland of roses about him. Your companions and citizens, friends and family, all sang praises to their newfound divine marriage. Witnessing the wreath of victory resting on Shri Satoru's breast, the Gods rained down flowers; while the champions from all the lands shrank in their defeat, like trampled weeds underneath one's boot.

"I feel as if it has taken me a lifetime just to see you," you murmured whilst your hands were interlaced, not wanting to depart from his contact just yet.

"No, lovely. Time has simply stolen you from me. We have met before, and we will meet again. Don't you think so?" He questioned, lightly taking hold of your wrist and placing a chaste kiss atop it.

Beside the presence of a sacred and holy fire, Agni was there as an impartial and otherworldly witness to the vows shared between you and Satoru, the essence of everlasting happiness by the God of Fire.

Your ladies came before you with a ceremonial ribbon, a scarf to connect the hands of the bride and groom. It was a shining, silver blue, reminding you of the moonlight you hope to dance under with your new love. The ends were tied together, with the Hasta Melap signifying your union.

Sparks of flame danced around you as your people rejoiced; instruments of all kinds were brought out to hear each other sing. Colors of every hue were splattered about, decorating the lands in shades of deep reds and fascinating oranges. Harmony and unity were but the overwhelming feeling churning within you, giving you a strength you felt would never leave.

The pair stood together, shining as if beauty and the embodiment of love had combined to meet in mortal form. It seemed as if all the world, both heavenly and human, had come to celebrate the festivities of you and your newfound beloved.

But it was difficult to pay them any attention, for you had the Heavens personified standing before you, stuffing his face with mango lassi and gulab jamun.

"Those who lovingly sing or hear the story of Sita and Ram's marriage shall ever rejoice; for Shri Ram's glory is an abode of felicity." — SiyaRaghavendra Sharan (2010)

6/5/26

[neossence]

⤷ ⟡ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ﹚the astrophage has been detrimental to the sun, it's already been predicted that more than half of humanity would be wiped out in just a matter of 30 years. You had expected that Satoru would be working tirelessly at that secret base to find a solution, and you hadn't complained nor wavered in your love for him. It wasn't until December 24th, the day he was supposed to spend Christmas Eve with you at home, had you been flown to the base to say your final goodbye to him. Satoru Gojo would be flying off into the stars to save humanity, and he wouldn't return.

⊹ ︵ WARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤㅤ ﹙ minors interact with caution sfw heavy heavy angst implied death slight fluff hurt/nocomfort bittersweet ending phm inspired nerdjo reader is pregnant mentions of possible miscarriage hashtag-kms-ending modern (?) scifi universe ౿ ‎ ˚ MINA'S NOTES ⫽ ✿ ─ watch Project Hail Mary and tell me that nerds aren't incredibly hot art by @/garfingbarfing on insta, curly div by @/pixopix

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“She’s gonna have a lot of questions for you when she grows up,” you hummed.

Satoru paused, hand stilling on the screw he was currently screwing into the cradle that was under construction. Jaw tensing just slightly, before he smiled over at you, eyes trailed up from the small swell of your baby bump to your eyes. A faint glimmer in them, as he hesitated between spilling the truth and keeping the facade going.

“I can already imagine the questions she’ll ask if she gets any of the brain from me,” he huffed softly, eyes looking back at the cradle and continuing to screw one of the legs into place. Swallowing to avoid the truth.

“She’ll grow up to be just as sweet as me, and loving as her dad,” you smiled and nodded, before throwing a glare at Satoru when he stifled a laugh. “What? You think I’m wrong?”

He shook his head quickly, eyes still glued to the instruction manual as he smiled cheekily, “she’ll definitely take after her mother..” he said aloud to you. Only whispering the second part under his breath, “...hopefully not the stubbornness..” he kissed his teeth, knowing how his wife could be, especially when she was angry at him.

“I heard that, Mr. Gojo,” you grumbled down at him, flicking the back of his head.

He whined dramatically and clutched the back of his head, still holding the paper instructions. His bottom lip jutting out in a poor pout, eyes shimmering from the act he was putting on, “see! You’re proving my point! If she inherits any of your anger issues, I’m going grey before 40..” he sighed playfully.

“You’re gonna do fiiiine, she’s gonna be sweet and be the best daughter to you, up until you’re like.. 80!”

He hummed, his smile fading as he masked it with the concentration of building the cradle together.

In truth, Gojo knew he wouldn’t be staying for long on earth. If it had been any other way, if there was any singular way to save both him and the earth, he would’ve taken that chance. If there was a singular other scientist that could’ve replaced gojo, he would’ve asked for them. Anything. Just to stay with you.

Yet, there wasn’t. It was only Gojo left in the world with the highest knowledge on Astrophage, with the most hands-on experience and possibility of leading the crew to a solution. He had spent more time on the navy base working on how astrophages breed than with his dinner, or… even his own wife. He regretted knowing that last part was true. You had been so kind and understanding, dealing with everything alone at home, minimal contact with him since the base required ‘top security’. 

…

“Do you think you’re gonna get home by the holidays?” You spoke over the phone, fiddling with the diamond rabbit necklace. He had gifted it to you on your 2nd wedding anniversary, yapping on about how rabbits meant luck in certain cultures and how he wanted to give all his leftover luck to you.

You had to shut him up with a kiss that day.

Satoru wasn’t yapping your ear off that day, though. No, he was doing the opposite. Struggling to speak, struggling to verbalise his long train of thoughts. Parts of him wanted to cry and spill the truth, but the other parts of him knew that you’d be distraught over his inevitable departure. That you’d fight it, get stressed, and be too busy crying to spend your last moments smiling with him. 

So instead, he sighed and brushed a hand through his hair. Leaning against the wall as he spoke warmly into the phone, “I—.. you get me all flustered, you know? I don’t think I can make it by December, baby… but! Butbutbut, Stratt did say that she’d fly you over so you can spend Christmas Eve with me,” it wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the complete truth. 

You paused over the phone, his heart pounding in his chest. “…I’m allowed to visit you? I thought you said it was top secret and all—I’m only allowed to call you like.. once a week as well!” He could imagine the cute pout you had on your lips.

On all his Digimon collection, he loved you more than his own life.

“I know, I know, baby, but it’s just a special exception for the most beautiful wife of the smartest man on earth,” he purred into the phone before making kissy sounds. “The prettiest, sexiest, kindest, perfect, adorable—“

“Okay okay! I get it..” you grumbled quietly into the call, cutting him off. Flustered and embarrassed that he was probably saying all of this in front of his colleagues with no shame.

“Can’t a guy compliment his wife? His perfect, most—” he was about to go on a tangent again, clutching his hand against his “I tell dad Jo K Es periodically” shirt. “Satoru! The baby’s coming!” You quickly shut him up, making him go into a state of shock and panic. Goosebumps quickly spread on his arms, his eyes widened, and a sharp loud breath was quickly sucked in, enough to make one of his coworkers, Geto, look over confused.

“What, what, what? Like now? Now now? What do I do? It’s coming, oh my go—“ 

“I was joking! I just wanted you to stop talking,” you burst out laughing over the line. Rubbing the swell of your 5 month baby bump gently. He had sighed in return, pouting playfully and whining to you. “You play such mean tricks on your husbanddd… are you sure the baby is okay though? Seriously, are you okay?” His worries spilling over through the speaker, as you were smiling, dumbly in love, at your phone screen. His picture on your phone, the selfie he had taken with you on your first date. Awkward smiles and all.

“The baby’s fiiine,” you waved a hand, before humming into the call. “I had an appointment booked soon. I’ll let you know how she’s going when I call you next, okay? I’ll see you in a month though! You better kiss me lots!”

He had hummed, smiled and playfully bantered with you about who was going to hang up first, before sighing loudly when you had hung up first. His heart loudly thudding, stomach churning with the guilt of not telling you the truth. He was getting sick at the thought of leaving you.

Gojo wished he could say it was just a tiny part of him that wanted to stay on earth with you. Run away, evade any authorities, just live out a quiet life with you and your daughter. That it was some guilty, disgusting, vile part of his heart that he hated and would never succumb to. It was a treacherous feeling, one that gnawed at his heart every day, knowing how many lives depended on this mission–him to deliver what would save earth. “Saving humanity” was a noble cause, and one he desperately wished he could put above everything else.

But he knew the truth. 

He knew it was most of his heart, if not all. It was evil of him to think that all things would go right in the world if he let someone else take on such an important role. That his daughter, his wife… would be safe and sound if he just ignored the shrinking of the sun. The apocalyptic world that was just waiting to happen.

It felt right, in his heart. He was human too, wasn’t he? It was only normal for him to yearn to stay in his home, to spend time with his family, to watch his daughter grow and become her own person.

“Gojo, you okay?” Stratt’s voice cut through his thoughts.

She was sipping on her coffee, already having finished her first. Eyes boring into his weary ones, expression unreadable. Satoru looked up, not any more relieved than before, as he rubbed his hands over his face. Shaking his head and groaning.

“Yeah, yeah I just—..” he sighed softly, taking a second before nodding and shaking whatever guilt was left in his system. “It’s just.. What do I tell her? That I’m leaving forever? How do I even tell her that I‘m never going to see her again, that I won’t be there for the birth of our child?” His heart squeezed tightly, the woman who had stolen it wouldn’t know of her husband’s death already being determined until too late. His wedding ring felt itchy, the smell of coffee making him sick.

“You don’t.”

His head snapped up, eyebrows furrowing in distaste and confusion, upper lip curling up in what he could only recognise as his distaste for the inevitable dread of his fate. “Seriously? That’s all you say?” He sighed, raising his eyebrows and slipping his hands under his glasses to rub his eyes. The weariness of multiple nights spent studying astrophage and the space flight was catching up to him. He wanted to be what stratt needed but all he could form was a husk of the hero.

“You know, for someone running a whole covert mission about saving the planet, I thought you’d have more moral discussions and be understanding about a man wanting to be with his family,” Shoko walked by, playfully adding on as both Stratt and Gojo glanced over at her.

She was dressed in her long white coat, bring the main medic on board, and in charge of any accidents that would occur on the ship. Haibara being the one constantly screwing up his acidic measurements and almost getting chemical burns, Nanami being the one to save him and scold him, while Shoko would constantly have to assess him. 

“I don’t have morality left, the world is about to end as we know it,” Stratt sighed and sipped on her coffee again, before pouting her lips and frowning, shaking the empty cup. Her mind was already distracted with needing to order a new one.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, stopping and skipping on her feet just slightly, smiling and tilting her head to the right. “Seriously?”

Gojo nodded grimly and put on a mock serious face, “she’s never joking. She told me she didn’t respect me a week ago and I thought it was a joke… it was not.” He sighed and shook his head, hiding his eyes behind his hands in playful embarrassment and disappointment.

Shoko hummed, puckering out her bottom lip and nodded. “Hm.”

…

You sighed, palms pressing against your back as you scrunched up your face and slowly stepped down from the stairs of the jet. Grumbling and swatting away the hands of the man who had flown you out, he could've provided you a warning about how fast that flight was going to be! Besides, you wanted your husband to be the one helping you down, so you could complain to him about the flight and pout about him now being home for Christmas. 

"That'smywife! That's my wife!" You heard a familiar voice call out, seeing a blur of white hair rushing towards you.

Something ugly and possessive bubbled up inside your heart. You hadn't seen him in months, you hadn't been able to touch your husband's hands, cheeks, nose, in months. You wanted to be pouty and make him beg for you to forgive him for not saving the world faster, but the tip of your nose was already starting to tingle. Your throat beginning to ache as something wet began to roll down your cheeks. 

Teeth bit down into your plump bottom lip to steady your frantic emotions and onslaught of tears, as Satoru widened his eyes and bared his teeth awkwardly, approaching slower. Walking towards his wife like her heart was a ticking time bomb, one that would explode in tears if he wasn't tending to it with the gentlest hands. "Oh—… oh…" he held out his hands as if to calm you down.

An ugly sob tore threw your throat before you could stop it, lips curling into into a sad frown as you rushed up and threw yourself into his arms. Loudly hiccuping and sobbing with gasping for air, hands digging into his old shirt that had another lame chemistry joke written on it. Your heart tightened so painfully, the warmth from your husband's body seeped through your clothes, providing that comfort you hadn't felt for so long. Satoru gojo was a scientist, unfortunately he wasn't very good at diffusing the bombs that were his wife's emotions. 

He pressed a soft kiss on the side of your head, nuzzling his cheek against your ear as his arms tightened around your body. Baby bump pressing against his abdomen, making it impossible for his heart to not beat faster. He only muttered two words, words that were meant and only heard by you on the busy landing strip. "…I'm here."

He couldn't even think of the fact that he would be leaving you within 24 hours, his heart and head only filled with thought of holding and talking to you. 

His hand was soon leading you through the base, showing yo around where astrophage was still being tested on, where the astronauts were to be trained, where his main experimental area was and where his desk was. Focusing especially on his bedroom and his soundproof walls, while you were more concerned with his choice of clothing.

"See! This is the cool lab where i was testing astrophage and learning all about it," he smirked and pointed to the white, dimly lit lab through the safety window. His hand resting on your hip, chest pressed against your back as he was resting his chin on your shoulder. You had hummed and nodded, eyes focused on the reflection of your husband's face in the glass.

He moved on before noticing where you were staring. Onto the main large, cavernous space where there was multiple displays of astrophage and parts of the rockets being displayed and shown to different types of people. 

"See! See! This is where I demonstrated how powerful astrophage was to all these new astronauts and scientists that were being added to the team," he gleamed and wriggled his eyebrows at you, brushing his hair back and pushing up his glasses like the nerd stereotype in anime. 

White hair whipped in the air as he shook his head, posing like a model for you, very obviously fishing for compliments. "Isn't your husband soooo smart and hot? Stratt said I deserved lots of compliments and that my wife should reward me with kisses." You had narrowed your eyes, raising a doubtful eyebrow. "Did she say that or is my very smart and handsome husband asking for one?" 

"…I have the right to remain silent," he looked away playfully, before breaking out into a sweet smile when he felt your lips press against his cheek and heard your little giggles.

His dorm room, the last stop, was your most critiqued place. While he was going on and on about how comfortable his bed was and how the walls were soundproof and how much tonight would be perfect for cuddling… you were busy analysing his closet. Mouth half agape as you were holding a grey, half faded shirt with the text print reading "if it moves, its biology / if it stinks, it's chemistry / if it doesn't work, it's physics 😂" Your eyes closed as you smiled, avoiding berating your husband for wearing such a shirt while having the build and looks of a Greek god. 

"Are you listening?" He looked confused, already on the bed and holding a plastic rose between his teeth, waiting for you to turn around so that you could giggle and get flustered. Tomorrow was Christmas eve after all, he wanted to spend one last night with you, however you wanted it. 

"I'm burning this shirt." "WHAT!?"

…

Christmas eve. 

The day you were supposed to spend with your husband, happy, safe, warm. With no worries about his safety, because you both were safe in that base, and he definitely wasn't leaving earth within a few hours or anything completely insane like that, right?

He sat you down gently, after walking you to Stratt's office. Eyes were on you all around, as you looked confused and uncomfortable. Suguru, Shoko, Stratt, and Colt were all there. "Is this some sort of tradition you guys have…? Singing a space song or something for me?" You muttered, weakly chuckling and offering a slight smile before looking down at gojo, who was kneeling in front of the seat, his hands on your baby bump. 

"Y/n." He said softly, with a nervous swallow.

Your eyes began to narrow, a sinking feeling in your gut. Hands beginning to feel hot, your clothes too tight, hair brushing too uncomfortably against your forehead and neck, and a feeling of dread passing throughout your body. Nothing warm and holiday-like. "What? You're scaring me. Are we not spending today together?" You mumbled, voice getting quieter.

"Before—" He gulped, "Before i tell you what's going to happen, I just want you to know that I love you and I've always loved you," he nodded, making you slowly nod along. 

A suspicious silence was filled across the cold room, the hands of your husband over the life you had both created started to feel more hot, more noticeable, as if he was burning up like a star doomed to explode. "Satoru, say it straight. I'm fine with us not spending today together—" you tried to smile, going along with a string of explanations in your head. Some part of you already knew what was going to happen. You weren't an idiot, you knew that people were supposed to leave earth and never return to collect evidence for whatever it was that astrophage couldn't infect Tau Ceti. 

"Y/N… I won't be able to stay.." he sighed, hands moving to hold yours instead, as your expression began to grow more and more concerned and weary, slowly starting to realise what he was going to say. "No, no Satoru stop, I don't like this joke.." you shook your head, vision slowly blurring until you were unable to see his pretty blue eyes clearly.

"I'm leaving earth, today," he said softly, standing up to kiss your knuckles before moving to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. 

You began to whine and sniffle, angry and frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks, fighting off his gentle hands. The silence in the room was deafening, the four other people looking away awkwardly, as Satoru had specifically asked them to be there to comfort and quell your worries. "S-stoppp! Stop lying to me! tell me you're lying!" your began to speak louder, hands shaking as your gaze whipped across the room, only to see the blatant truth written all over everyone's faces. Satoru's hands still not stopping in his gentle caresses as you spoke, "Geto… Shoko, why aren't you saying anything?" You snapped, voice weary and tired. 

Hiccups beginning to surge up from your chest, as your eyes moved away from the couple who were awkwardly avoiding your gaze, looking down sadly. "Colt… Stratt, could you two please just be the voices of reason and tell him his jokes aren't funny?" 

Satoru quickly shook his head and cupped your face, making your face him as he smiled, fighting back his tears to appear as the brave one. The husband you would need when you would face all those hardships of parenthood, tired and widowed. "no, no, no, no, baby please, just look—" his breath hitched when you whined and slapped his hands away, getting more upset and confused. "I didn't want to tell you like this, but we know that you'd fight if you found out any sooner, so—"

"—So you decided to tell me now? When all the decisions have been set in stone? When I can't fight for my husband's right to live?" 

"it's not that simple, Mrs. Gojo," Stratt cut in, as Gojo sighed, thinking that this would've gone over quicker and easier. "Gojo wasn't even supposed to board the crew initially but… some setbacks," she paused upon, the three people in the room closing their eyes tightly in unison, all remembering the horrific accident that had killed Haibara and Nanami. "Caused for the delay in the launch, and Gojo is our best choice for the success." 

Satoru pressed his lips together, trying to force a smile so that you could see him happy and understand that he was okay with the choice. "Hey, it'll be okay. You know I always want what's best for you and—"

"And what? Our daughter? Our daughter who's going to live a life without her father?" You cried, yelling at him and slapping his hands away from your face, standing up abruptly, even as his hands tried to steady you. "You didn't… you didn't tell me for so long, and you.." you gasped unable to even force the words part your throat. He sighed, tilting his head to the side, fighting back the tears, and trying to step forward to hug you. "I know baby, I know… but you'll get to live such a happy life, I can't—… I can't be selfish and stay with you, knowing that the mission won't have the same chances of success without me. I want you and our daughter to live such a long, happy, healthy life!"

You sobbed, slapping his hands away, muttering the words that finally made a crack in his exterior he had tried so hard to keep strong. 

"I hate you! I hate you s-so much!" You cried, as shoko and suguru finally stepped forward, trying to calm you down and comfort you, their faces worried. Trying to tell you to not say things that you didn't mean. Shoko letting you hide your face against her shoulder.

"i mean it! I hate him! I h-hope he dies.." you sobbed, heart tearing apart, saying anything just to hurt Satoru, so that you could see and ounce of the pain on his face that he was causing on you and your poor heart. "Just go to space and die there! I won't miss such a terrible husband, just go to space and die since you don't want to be a father that much…" you hiccuped and sobbed on every word, hesitating, before slowly turning to see his face. 

Through your blurry tears, you saw his pretty face. His trembling bottom lip, his glasses fogged up, and his pretty blue eyes all red. Tears rolling down the cheeks you used to kiss so softly. "She—she doesn't mean that," Suguru sighed and tried to step forward to comfort his best friend, before Satoru shook his head. Sniffling and using his sweater, one that you had gifted him a few years ago on your anniversary, to wipe his cheeks dry.

"I've dreamed, every single night, of raising our daughter with you." He confessed quietly, making you pout and cry more, regretting your hurtful words. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, my love." He was quick to leave, as stratt hesitated for the first time, before following after him and Colt.

You blinked confused, head spinning and staring at the empty space your husband had been standing in. 

"b-but he's scared of flying..?" You sniffled and quickly looked between suguru and shoko. Little gasps escaping your lips as you started to understand what was really happening. "Is he leaving now..?"

Shoko shook her head, stepping away from you to grab a few tissues from Stratt's desk, before walking back to dry your wet cheeks. "He is… that's why he's going to be sedated a few hours before the launch. He'll wake up in space." Your eyes widened, heart beginning to thumb faster inside your body. "The crew has been doing preparations all night… it's set for takeoff today." Suguru nodded to you grimly, your head snapping to his at his words.

"I was… i was so mean to him," you sniffled, breathing more quickly and shortening your breaths, beginning to push and fight off Shoko and Suguru's comforting hands. "I didn't even say I love him!" 

You broke free from their grasp, being 5 months pregnant didn't mean you were some fragile doll that couldn't even walk. You ran out of the room quickly, not stopping and running through the hall you'd seen Satoru take, just in case you had to go through some high security chase scene like in the movies. Fortunately for you, Shoko and Suguru had used their access to tell Security that it was okay for me to run after Satoru and Stratt.

Pushing through the doors, you quickly searched for Satoru in the long cavernous area that was housing the rocket underground. Your e/c eyes quickly found that familiar glimpse of white hair, and you didn't hesitate, running after him quickly. 

He was almost tackled to the ground when you hugged him, sobbing into his back, "ACK—" coming out of his mouth, before he recognised your voice and arms. Turning quickly, his red eyes met your, equally red eyes. "What… what are you doing here? You should be with Suguru and Shoko, love—" he was mid sentence, before you shut his rambling up with a kiss. Soft lips pressing onto his ones, he could taste the salt of your tears, but didn't hesitate to quickly hold the back of your head and kiss you back. Gently moving his lips against yours before pulling away.

"I-I'm sorry… I was so mean to you," you shook your head in unison with his, sobbing and hugging him tightly.

He was struggling to not cry along with you, only a few tears escaping his waterline and making a slow descend on his rosy cheeks. "I know love, I know," he planted a soft kiss on top of your head. Nuzzling his face against your hair. "I l-love you.. so much, a-and that won't ever change, even when you're in space," you sniffled and sobbed into his chest, hands holding onto his sweater so tightly. Trying to remember the smell of him, the smell of love.

"I love you too," he whispered against your hair, holding you tightly, rocking you gently in his arms, as both your hearts were beating in sync. Soft, slow, melodic. Accepting the inevitable.

"I'll make sure to raise our daughter so that she knows how brave her daddy was, a-and how much he loved her," you sniffled, burrowing your head further against his chest as if to make a cocoon of safety. He nodded against your hair, arms gently rubbing up and down against your back, keeping your warm, as if to silently tell you that you were safe. "You'll be an amazing mother, and you were the perfect wife." He whispered softly.

"You would have been an amazing father." A silence took over you both, knowing the separation was looming upon you both.

…

It was weird, sitting on the grass, a safe distance away from the take off sight, sitting on the grass calmly while knowing you were never going to see your husband again. 

Your eyes glazed over the sunset, before you watched over the rocket again. As Shoko was rubbing your back gently and comfortingly. "We'll both take care of you, don't worry. You're basically family. Satoru's made us so close to you," shoko was talking, but you couldn't pay attention to any of it, as you saw the flicker of light, and the smoke beginning to gas up on the floor. 

Your eyes widened when you watched the rocket break off from the floor, launching off into the sky gracefully, and successfully making it high enough past the atmosphere in just a matter of minutes. 

Something inside you broke, an ugly sob escaping your mouth, as you began to sob into your hands. He was gone. your husband, the love of your life, the man who had promised to renew vows with you every decade and kiss your tears away every night, would never see you again. You'd never have a hand to hold, you'd never get to hear his voice again, you'd never get to see your husband again.

Shoko and Geto were quick to try and comfort you through their own tears, but you were swirling in your own grief. Womb, heart, chest, everything beginning to ache. You missed him so much, already. You didn't think that you'd ever move on, ever learn to love another man again. Then your breath hitched, eyes quickly darting up to the vastness expanse of space above you. 

You had forgotten to tell him that you loved his shirts. 

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