the moonrise gave me you
(OMG MACCREADYSBABY LIVES)
(an excerpt of a completely original fic to see how you like it and if you might want me to post it here… ik most of my followers/moots come from fan content so if you won’t read it that’s fine just let me know in the comments/reblogs!! idk what to do with it but ive written like 50,000 words... lol)
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GENRE: supernatural hidden behind found-family, first-love, and finding-yourself themes. consider it a genre twist story?
SYNOPSIS: After leaving her old life behind, Mika Akiyama moves from Seattle to a quiet seaside town on the coast of Japan, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start.
Instead, she finds lantern-lit streets, long-forgotten stories, and a place that seems to know more about her than it should.
As summer settles over Tsukimura, strange coincidences begin to blur the line between memory and myth, and Mika starts to wonder if some paths are chosen long before we ever walk them.
A story of home, belonging, first love, found family, and the quiet magic hidden in ordinary places.
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“So,” Mika continued. “What exactly goes on at the Nagarebi Matsuri besides the lanterns and food booths?”
“Hmm,” Hiro started, thinking for a moment. “Well, not much, honestly. There’s games you can play, dancing, food, and fireworks at the end. It’s basically just a long evening of walking in circles until its lantern and firework time. But it's fun,” Another moment passed. “Well, I think it's fun. I haven’t actually attended the festival without being behind the Shokudo’s booth since I was fifteen.”
Mika smiled slightly, looking over at him as they walked. “Are you excited?”
“Excited to be the one to drag Riku-san and Hyo-san around the festival for four hours instead of letting them leave after twenty minutes like PJ-hyung does? I’m ecstatic,” He said. “Plus, we have to teach you all the staples of a good Japanese matsuri. Consider me locked in.”
The mention of Jaemin reminded Mika – they’d said he was taking Hiro’s place at the Shokudo booth at the festival… which meant he wouldn’t be able to walk with them. Maybe they-
Mika stopped abruptly when Hiro’s arm flew out, pointing down the dirt, wood-lined road.
Indeed, maybe thirty or forty feet away, a doe was standing in the middle of the path. Her golden coat was shining in the midday sun, dotted with faint white spots. She was frozen and staring at them like any other deer. Her eyes were big and dark and buggy, her ears turning this way and that as if scanning to see if they were a threat. Her nose twitched, and she lifted one hoof as if preparing to run.
“Oh my God,” Mika muttered. “She’s so cute.”
Hiro blinked. “Why is she just standing there in the middle of the day?”
“Let the woman have free will,”
Mika, before she could stop herself, took a step forward in the dirt.
“Please tell me you’re not going to try and pet the deer,” Hiro whispered, deadpan.
“I’m just getting closer! There’s no deer in Seattle,” Mika whispered back.
She heard Hiro snort. “You’re not Snow White.”
Mika ignored his statement spectacularly, taking a second step forward. The deer’s ears twitched, and it stomped its hoof a little in the dirt.
“You realize a deer that's out in the middle of the road at four in the afternoon might be rabid and you getting closer might prompt it to destroy you,” Hiro murmured from behind her.
Mika scoffed, shuffling forward a little more, three steps, four. She was maybe twenty feet away now. “You’re being so rude to her.”
“Are you on a first name basis?”
“Mika, seriously. Don’t get hurt,”
Mika glanced back at him. Hiro hadn’t moved from where they’d stopped at first, and he was just watching her, a thoughtful look on his face, hands on his hips.
“She doesn’t look rabid,” Mika started, turning back to the deer and taking another long step.
She heard Hiro sigh heavily. “What if you get killed by a wild deer while I’m the only one with you?”
Mika ignored his words again. She was now maybe a little over fifteen feet from the deer. It was so close she could see the doe’s little eyelashes and the tufts of white in her ears. It was staring, one foot held up in the air, ears and nose twitching.
She wasn’t looking at Mika. She was looking past her, at Hiro.
Mika glanced back at him and waved a hand just slightly, telling him to come closer.
“You’ve gotta be kidding,” He murmured. “Get away from it! That is a wild animal. What are you gonna do, ride it off into the sunset?”
“Hiro,” Mika whined, glancing back at the deer. “Come here. She’s prettier up close.”
Hiro sighed a long, exasperated sigh, and then moved one foot exactly one step closer…
And the deer grunted and whirled around, tail flying up, and it bounced into the forest with an unmatched stride and speed.
Mika watched it go and then turned toward him, putting her hands on her hips. “Man, that deer could feel your aggressive aura from five miles away. Did you see how she was staring at you?”
Hiro walked over to her, and when they joined, they continued walking down the street. The opening where the woods peeled away was coming up, the sun getting brighter without tree coverage. The red bridge was just past it.
“Yeah, I saw,” He said simply. Mika glanced over at him, and he was looking off into the woods, eyes flicking here and there.
Mika lifted a brow. “Jealous she let me be her friend?”
“Just relieved you didn’t get yourself killed,” Hiro replied, smiling faintly at her. “Snow White.”
Mika only barely noticed the way he seemed to watch the trees the rest of the way out of the wooded path.
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