Tabi Violet: My own personal OC's story. The central conflict is that of Violet's greatest problem: Their inability to die, combined with their immense power.
Warning: This is a smut fic. If you do not enjoy smut or the content of this material, then please ignore. Kinks can be found in the tags.
The hum of chatter mingled with the rainbow lighting across the floor. People idled by the bar, hung around the balcony in conversation, and laughed about around the dance floor. The air was full of various smells, from booze and wine to smoke and perfume, wafting through the air, mingling with the light sensations that made everything seem calmer, despite the ruckus.
For one person just behind the bar counter, polishing his stock of rocks glasses, the night had gone smoother than he expected. No hiccups had occurred, despite how quickly he’d needed to assemble his services. No one had gotten carried away on their tabs.
And best of all, he hadn’t consumed a single curse from the passerby's shoulders or waists that wasn’t above a grade two. Call it dumb luck, or perhaps a combination of so many strong sorcerers being here, but Geto hadn’t felt quite the intense itch he often found on his neck after a regular shift.
Or maybe it was just not working in the club. He could never know.
From his position behind the counter, he could see several of the younger members of the party crowded around the dance floor. Most of them were eighteen or above, but the ones who weren’t happily sipped up their mocktails and punch in the same manner as their senpais and families.
And standing before all of them, wearing her firm, yet casual dress shirt and adoring that typical faded jade haori over top, was her. Her robe contrasted with her skirt. It's deep, rich, violet, contrasting her upper half, yet blended in seamlessly enough to make her fit right into her stage, like a star.
“I know you’re all enjoying your night, young graduates.” She commented to her students, wearing her signature sweet yet stern smile. “But please, remember the rules. I’m allowing you to enjoy yourselves and spend time with your families. This is the privilege you receive for your excellent behaviour and capabilities this year.”
The darkness of the hall only made her seem more hidden and exposed at the same second. Her eyes shimmered under the lapsed lighting, appearing as both heaven and hell in one vein.
“Yo, bangs.”
He jumped, nearly dropping the glass to the floor. In front of him, with a lazy, cocky smile, was a very familiar and very sly blond. His grown-out hair hung down the contour of his cheeks, holding those dyed black and yellow streaks that resembled a bee. The muddy yellow kimono he wore contrasted with his dark, slim-fit shirt. A stark difference from the typical white polo shirt he often adorned.
“What you staring at?” Naoya asked, giggling as he followed the path between his eyes and the stage.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that, man!!!” He chastised, setting the cup in the cupboard behind his head. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”
“Hey, what can I say?” The younger man muttered, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re easy to startle when you get distracted. Especially when you look at…”
His eyes wandered over to the stage, his smile curling into the corners of his cheeks. He rested on one of his arms, crossing his legs over the barstool. His eyes fell upon the woman talking to her students, a sparkle shimmering in her eyes.
“It’s rude to stare at my sister, you know.” He commented, snickering behind his palm.
“Just place your order, or fuck off.” Geto demanded, feeling pissed and embarrassed. A soft streak of blush smeared across his cheeks, barely hidden by the bar’s bright lights. “I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”
“Relax, man, geez.” The younger man sighed, raising his arms in a mock surrender, before letting them drop by his sides. “I’m here ‘cuz Nanami needed a few shots. You know how he can get when he’s working overtime.”
“It’s only six o’clock, though, right?” Geto commented, grabbing two shot glasses, a bottle of Prosecco and a small tray. “Or has he cut himself back on that vow?”
“It is, and Nanami would never choose to cut back his time.” He confirmed, lounging his head on his arms. “He’s just working that much right now.”
“And you’re not helping him because…?”
To that, he looked away.
“I am helping!” He retorted, hiding his face behind his arms.
It took a few seconds, but once he got it, the dark-haired man’s lips curled into the widest grin it could muster.
“Shut up, it ain’t like that.” He spat, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Nanami wants shots, he’ll get his shots alright!” Geto commented, swapping the Prosecco for an Icardi. “Seems both of us are feeling lovesick.”
“Just….please, don’t tell anyone." Naoya grumbled, taking the tray. “I want to wait a bit before I make things official like you and Noriko did last year.”
“Your secret’s safe with the bar.” He promised warmly.
Like that, another customer had been sent off. Geto snickered, wiping down the counter for any residual liquid or cursed energy.
While he was tempted to let it spill, he knew better than to expose a patron’s secret. Over his time running the club, one thing he had learned was that people put a lot of their faith in him when he stood behind this counter, pouring scotch or making various beverages. They told him their deepest secrets and fears. They let loose their crazy beliefs, their harrowing memories, and every last drop of their guilt.
For most of them, it was simply a matter of the curses that hung to them like flies, feeding off their fear. But, for many more, the answer remained nestled in the comfort of a kind, leisurely man they could speak to and trust their darkest secrets with.
He found those were the hardest people to see, but also the best customers. The ones with stories and troubles beyond simply the imagination. The ones who thought they were alone, drowning in a sea of troubles that simmered just enough to hurt them, but not enough to change their world.
The ones who, in many ways, suffered the way he had once suffered.
“Easy doesn’t cut.”
He’d been told that plenty of times before. With every day that passed, every curse he collected, every drink he served, and every alert of a potentially tough curse somewhere that he gave to Jujutsu Tech, Suguru learned the true meaning of those words more and more.
He couldn’t find a more comfortable and daunting truth to witness in his life. Easy didn’t cut cleanly, it didn’t make anything better, and it certainly didn’t give any satisfying results.
At one time, he considered the “easy” route for too long. He thought about it.
He had been dangerously close to actualising it.
And yet…by the shreds of his will, and the faith that so many people had for him….
He couldn’t have been so cruel.
The smell of dark chocolate and raspberries hit him before he heard the clicks and thuds, and the scraping of a stool being dragged along the floor.
“Get me a good drink, Socrates.” She demanded, slamming her chair against the counter and sitting before him. “I haven’t hired you to ogle and think.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured, grabbing a fresh bottle of White Rioja and two large-bodied wine glasses.
“No need for the formalities, Suguru.” She waved, watching him intently as he worked. “I don’t expect much from you after everything you’ve done for me tonight.”
“Well then, please.” He declared, setting her glass before her. “Allow me to treat you a little more.”
“Treat to your heart’s content.” She responded, drowning her lips in the savoury, nutty drink and quenching her thirst. “I saw you talking to Naoya, so I’m curious. Any scoops on him?”
“Sorry, no can do.” He cut her off, putting the bottle away. His glass sat on the counter close by him, and a bowl of golden apple slices was to accompany the drinks. “What comes to the bar never leaves the bar.”
Noriko huffed, setting her glass down and picking up an apple slice.
“You’re no fun.” She grumbled, chewing on the edges of the fruit.
“Sorry.” He meekly apologised, drinking from his glass slowly.
“Don’t be, it’s fine.” She told him, letting her smile gaze upon him just as much as her heterochromatic eyes did. “You’ve done more than enough for me tonight, especially with the catering. I appreciate it.”
Her compliments spurred a warmth through his chest.
“Thanks.” He muttered, leaning over the counter. His glass sat beside him, the flavour hitting the back of his mouth like a sweet bark, and accentuated in its comfort by the atmosphere.
Her face drew closer, one of her hands moving over his. She played with the smooth, yet sharp-formed ring along his finger, twirling her pinky over the metal.
“In fact, I think you’ve more than earned a break.” She whispered, sipping from her glass. “Truly, with how hard you’ve worked for me, it’s only fair I treat you for every way that you’ve treated me.”
Geto’s heart skipped a beat. His face became red as wine, his hands tensed against the hardwood, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Ha…huh?”
He stared at her, blank-eyed and mouth agape.
“I mean it, dear.” She affirmed, shutting his jaw with her finger. “You’ve handled a lot of the early chaos for tonight well. I know we have a long time before the party ends, and I know that you’re good at hiding your tension.
But you can’t hide from me.”
Her golden eye glistened like the sun, shooting a dagger deep into his stunned gaze. She could get him on a hook whenever she liked, and her fingers loved to play on his strings.
“Meet me by the private cursed tool storage.” She ordered with a whisper, teasing his cheek with a kiss. “And make sure none of the non-sorcerers gets beyond the barrier.”
With that, she drank down the last of her wine. Her fingers pinched another two pieces of fruit, and her head turned.
In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared. Her scent still lingered around the bar, and her words echoed like thunder and rain in his ears.
It took him a few seconds to register her words. His body tingled with excitement, but also fear. His heart beat hard under his tongue, and his fingers trembled.
He had no qualms about the kind of thing she was suggesting. He knew EXACTLY what she was suggesting to him. He knew her well enough to know when business meant something deeper than business.
Yet, even so, the fact that she had invited him…permitted him…told him to….to meet her…
The fact that she gave him the go-ahead despite how full the academy truly was tonight…made him queasy.
Cleaning down the glasses and setting everything away for now, he ensured nobody else would need a drink. His eyes scanned across the hall like a hawk, taking double takes over the balconies, the game tables, and the bathrooms.
All clear.
All perfect.
Click!
His body moved before his mind could comprehend the thing he was rushing toward. His fingers slipped into his apron’s straps, and he hung the thing in the back hall, over one of the hard chairs.
His footsteps echoed through the building, shoes squeaking. The hardwood floors transformed into soft carpeting, and the walls went from being adorned by floral patterns to solid, cool colours of paintwork.
At some point, though he couldn't tell when, he had passed through the thin veil within the building that kept regular non-sorcerers from seeing the true side of this place. It was like a fire near dynamite, how close she kept the public to Jujutsu in a single institution.
But she managed. She managed to draw the line between the Jujutsu world and the regular one with such finesse that it seemed impossible.
Then again, she could also witness and control the very shape of your soul.
He arrived at the meeting point. A small, dark wooden door that held no significance at a time like this. Usually, due to how restricted it was, this door didn’t even open properly. None of the students ever could, or ever would, see beyond the threshold.
If you happened to be locked inside, you'd need a battering ram to get out.
It was ajar. The smell of bitter-sweet cacao simmered in the air deep within, drawing him through like bait.
Once he’d passed the entryway, he pushed the door shut behind him.
A pair of hands met his flanks, turning him towards her.
“Anyone see you coming?” She asked, pinning to the door. She let her nose run over his cheek, while his hands snapped up to her waist.
“No, Noriko.” He replied quietly.
“Good.” She commented, brushing aside a stray hair from his forehead and making him blush. “Very good.”
With that, she kissed him.
The kiss felt soft and gentle. It simmered into the moment like coffee, and made the seconds slip by into a quiet, lonely miasma. Her hands roamed across his body, settling under his arms, with her thumbs brushing his chest in circles.
At the same time, one of her legs probed his, moving closer to him. He let out a soft shudder, melting against the door and sinking into her intimacy. He couldn’t help but sink into that sweet, delicious state of being completely helpless because of her.
He loved how much she ruined him.
He loved her just as much.
The kiss ended far too fast for his liking, making him whine against her lips. His face had become flushed, and his limbs trembled against the door.
“No-Noriko…” He gasped, feeling her leg brush up against his most sensitive area.
“Ah, sugar~” She chuckled, her lips trailing down to his neck. “You know that’s not what I want to call me.”
“Mmmm…mama…” He choked, tilting his head to the side.
She hummed in approval, her leg pressing harder against him.
“Good…” She praised, drawing out the word like the pull of jam over a firm cake.
Her mouth worked its way down his neck, peppering him with heated kisses. Every single touch of her lips was deliberate and slow, aimed at being the perfect balance between soft as a feather and firm like a palm.
Speaking of palms, his hands became rougher with every second that passed. His fingers sprawled around her waist, drawing her in closer. His knuckles were turning a pale colour as he dug his nails into her back.
“Angh, mama…” He whined again, legs shaking.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” Noriko reassured, bringing her hands up to his neck. She tilted his head down, brushing her thumbs over the edges of his lips.
“P…..Please.” He whispered, feeling her eyes stare deep into his soul. Her right one blazed its familiarly brilliant gold, while her left one simmered scarlet, like a drop of blood. “I don’t….I don’t want to ruin anything for tonight or…or for you…”
“Suguru.” She whispered back, her lips brushing his. “Trust me, you don't need to worry. I'm okay with this.”
“Bu…But I…” He tried to protest, wanting to limit himself.
“Suguru.”
Her voice was stern, making his gaze fall directly onto her. He could feel her palms along her neck, fingers curling around the back of his head, holding him in place.
“Do you trust me?”
His lip trembled. His hands fell away from her sides, and his gaze dropped down to the floor.
Right now, alone with just her, he still struggled to trust himself.
However, when it came to her….
“Yes.”
…he trusted her with his life.
“Yes, what?” She muttered, feeling his gaze fall back onto her. She leaned up, lips coming ever closer to his.
“Yes…mama.” He murmured. The feeling of her proximity, her hold over him, and her demand for his attention stirred his stomach like a spoon in a cup of tea.
Her breaths smelt like sweet apples and that wine from earlier. Her face was so close to his, he could see each stitch line running along her skin.
“Good boy.” She muttered, her words light and tender.
With that, another kiss followed. It was lighter than the last, softer and swifter.
Barely a second after he had registered it, her lips had pressed upon his a second time.
And then a third. And then a fourth.
And slowly, with each kiss, the duration between press and release became longer and longer. The sensation of her body pushing up against his mingled with the taste of each kiss, drowning him in a slow, subtle comfort that pushed deeper in that silent ecstasy.
His body slid down the door, knees shaking. Every lick of passion grew in intensity, and every second passing made him feel more drawn to her.
Noriko curled her fingers into his shirt, tugging him by the collar to keep him up. Her hold was firm, her body moving closer against his. The small space between him feel hot, hotter than the rough work of the bar.
Finally, she broke the kiss with a smile. With a gentle release, she let go, watching him slide to the floor. Her gaze met his, seeing the desperation in his eyes.
Seeing the hunger in his eyes.
“I’ll give you a choice.” She whispered, crossing her arms. “One, I’ll enjoy what you have to offer…”
The edge of her boot brushed along his thigh. Her gaze fixed upon the sight that was firmly pushing against his pants.
“...or you get to enjoy what I have to offer.”
As she said so, she stepped closer to him, letting her skirt brush his forehead. The shudder that escaped his lips only heightened her satisfaction.
“A, or B, sugar.” She muttered, leaning down to ensure the words reached his ears. “Make your choice.”
Geto breathed slowly, face the same colour as a Bloody Mary. He felt tempted to choose either option, with both her boot by his hip and her skirt by his face, pulling his desire in various ways. Everything felt so slow, yet so fast, it was hard to decide.
“I….I choose….” He muttered, squinting his eyes while gazing up at her. His fingers trembled by his sides, and his lips hung loose. “I choose A.”
Faster than could be seen, Noriko’s body dropped onto his, her hips pressing firmly against his pelvis. The action caused him to groan as her hands found his throat.
“Oh, wait…” She murmured, her touch leaving him.
Biting her tongue and grasping her left pinky, she pulled back hard.
Snap!
CRACK!!
Biting back a whinge of agony, she did the same to her other pinky. Geto’s hands slid up to her wrist to hold it for her while she completed her self-limiting ritual.
Snap!
CRACK!!!
Having incapacitated her capacity to potentially harm him via her technique, Noriko let her hands wrap around his neck again. His face tilted up, and her lips met his in a deeper, rougher kiss.
Their moans trailed into the silence. She felt his lips eagerly part for her tongue, which didn’t hesitate for a moment to glide in beyond his jaw. She trailed her wet muscle along his inner cheek while feeling his hands dig into her hips and the curve along her waist.
He could feel it. The firmness of her pressed her against his pants, hot and heavy, wanting what lay beyond. That insatiable hunger that drove on the border of pleasurable and painful in a way that only her grasp on him could accomplish.
His thumbs found the edge of her skirt, teasing and pulling along the waistband. A firm squeeze of his throat confirmed her approval, so he pulled it down to her thighs.
With an awkward shuffling of hips and her hands gliding down to the zip of his pants, they had both managed to pull each other down to the lower undergarments. Her panties clung to her, damp, while his boxers strained against his erection.
She wasn’t done. Tapping her fingers across his pocket, she found what she was looking for with a satisfied hum.
“Listen, Suguru.” She whispered, one of her fingers warping into a sleek, sharpened blade-like instrument. Her other hand held a small, firm, olive-green pellet about the size of a marble and smelling like sunflower seeds. “You know where my room is?”
He nodded slowly in the dark.
“The far end of your private sector.” He repeated from his several “meeting” visits down that end of the facility. “The one cut off from anyone below Special Grade level.”
“Yeah, yeah, that one.” She muttered, squeezing the pellet between her finger and thumb. Her bladed finger drew a line against his briefs where his hip met his thigh, cutting deep enough to sever the fabric, but not deep enough to slice his flesh. “I have some spare underwear in your size in there.”
He remained silent, feeling her cut away at the fabric. The pellet in her hand popped and unfurled out into a stretchy mesh that softened as it turned inside out.
“You….you have that?” He curiously asked her. To which she giggled.
“Of course, silly.” She murmured, allowing her finger to return to normal.
Now free from the restraint, his cock pushed up against the small patch of fabric still covering it, the head leaking with precum. Everything dividing them was gone, her own panties having been slipped down her legs via his fingers. His length throbbed against her, feeling the warmth of her heat so close.
“What did you think? I wasn’t gonna make sure you had something to wear?” She teased, pulling the make-shift protection over his dick. It stuck to him, engulfing every last inch from base to tip. “I’m not cruel, sugar~”
He had to turn away from the blush creeping along his cheeks. Even in a situation like this, she still spun his heart on her string board.
His gaze shifted back to her at the light tap on his cheek.
“You’ve been a really good boy for me.” She praised, letting her cheek rub his. “Now fuck me like a bad one.”
“Yes, mama.” He complied, sliding his hands down.
One hand pushed her leg up, groping her by the thigh. The other tilted his cock, angling it along her glistening folds. He looked up at her for approval, which he saw plenty of in her eyes.
With that, he pushed his cock deep into her.
KRSCH!!!
The sensation was erotic. It felt powerful and deliberating all in one go. Noriko gasped into his face, her hand covering the louder moan coming from him.
This area was only restricted to a decent chunk of people staying in the institute right now.
That didn’t make it sound proof.
“Mmmmngh, you feel really good…” She mumbled, settling against him. His length throbbed in her cunt like iron. “God, I missed this so much!!!”
Slowly, she began to move atop him, riding with slow, teasing rolls of her hips. Geto pushed his hands against her waist, grasping her figure while she moved.
Skin rubbed against skin in comforting burn. Soft squelches filled the air, coupled with their collective groans and gasps. Everything hurt so bad in this small, dark room. It felt cramped and stuffy. It felt hard to breathe because the only thing in the air was the smell of cacao, apples, and gin.
Yet he loved it.
Yet she loved it.
“Fuck!” He groaned, cock sliding in and out of her in that delicious rhythm. “I’m….I’m so close, mama….agh, fuck.”
“I know, sweetheart.” She responded, her body shaking from every thrust he gave her. “I know.”
Up and down, she went. Up and down, up and down.
In and out, he thrusted his cock.
His nails clawed at her skin, scratching her so hard they made her blood leak down his fingers.
But she didn’t care. Her hands wrapped around his throat, tightly grasping him like he was a lifeline.
“Trust me, just hold out a little longer, sugar.” She murmured, hearing him gasp for air. “Just a little bit longer.”
Up and down, in and out. Up, out, down, in. Over and over.
Excorisze, absorb. Again and again.
“You’re doing so good for me, Suguru.”
Again and again. Like the hands of a clock, like the swing of a pendulum.
Skin on skin. Softer on the outside, wetter, hotter, and tighter deeper within.
“You’re such a good boy, Suguru.”
Hands like vices around his throat. Hands like braces, holding him up.
He gasped for breath. He ached for a release, for the right to finish. The rough texture of the makeshift condom only amplified his need.
He looked at her with desperate eyes.
The stare of power, excitement, and pleasure he witnessed in her eyes only made his heart and dick throb more.
“Pl….Please…” He begged while she choked the life out of him. “Please ma…ma…”
“Just hold out, dear.” Noriko softly muttered, groaning as she rode him faster. “A little bit longer…..hngh, mama really needs this. You…You can do this…”
It felt like fire in here. The smell of dark chocolate from her, gin and curses from him, and apples from both of them filled the cramped space. The sound of moans, gasps, and sex filled the cramped space.
It was getting so hard not to scream. He had the mercy of her hands choking the life out of him. Meanwhile, she had nothing but her teeth against her tongue to stop her from screaming.
“Ma….Ma….Mama….” He barely gasped, feeling the edges of his vision darken. His grip against her body tightened, close to breaking her. “Pl….Please….mama…”
The mixture of smells made him feel sick in the best way possible. He could feel every inch of her body against him, hot and firm like fire.
He looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Please….” He begged.
Noriko’s breath continued to wash over his face as she drilled her body on his cock. Her heart beat fast, the temptation to hold him off a little more written in her eyes.
But…
“Please….mama….”
…ignoring him in this situation would have been as easy as a single ant killing a flock of crows.
Not.
“Please….”
Before he blacked out, she tightened her grip and nodded vigorously before his eyes. Her body moved faster atop his, her libido heightening with estacy. Time was running out, so he could have his whims satisfied today.
Her approval was all he needed.
Suguru’s throat let out a deep sound, like a mixture between a broken moan and a sob. He felt her mouth engulf his nose, and her hips settle against him as he came.
SPURGE!!! SPLURGE!!!
Splatter!!!
Fluid flowed down her legs and sprawled out along his. Her tongue shot between his lips, tasting his mouth a second time and silencing his dangerous noise. Her hands let go of his throat as his eyes rolled back into his skull. His wrists tensed as he let go of her. His head fell back hard against the door, heavy as a brick.
The intensity in those blissful seconds couldn’t have been matched, even if the world split apart and hell rose from the cursed abyss. The pleasure and ecstasy exceeded everything else in existence.
Right now….Right now, he was feeling helpless.
Just as fast as it started, it ended. A hundred trillion years of bliss became seconds of quiet after the storm.
Her palm caught his head, while her arms kept him up. The door behind his back acted like a support structure, giving him something to lean against.
Reality crawled back in. The smell of raspberries and dark chocolate hit him first, like a slow, receding wave. The scarlet and gold gleam of her eyes came next, shimmering like spotlights set upon him. The feeling of her body, heaving against him, seeped in next as touch registered.
He felt broken. Twisted, snapped, and wrecked like a train.
Now, the cracks in the concrete filled up with love.
“Suguru?” Her voice murmured, sounding distant. The steam of her RCT rose from under his palms against her, filling the air like a momentary bright smoke.“Can you hear me?”
His face tilted, nuzzling against her fingers. He blinked in slow, eased blinks as he looked up at her. His lilac eyes shimmered brilliantly like jewels.
“Suguru?” She whispered once again, brushing her thumb over his pulse point.
“Mmmm….mama…” He blurted weakly, the word rolling off his tongue like syrup.
She sighed in satisfaction.
“Good.” She commented, her other hand firmly grasping his shoulder. “Good boy.”
He blushed lightly at the praise. Her fingers were trailing along the shape of his jaw, pushing him up to see him properly.
“Ma…mama.” He whispered, voice softer than a bird’s feather in the darkness.
“What is it, Suguru?” She asked, pulling him closer. His chin rested against her collar, and her nose brushed his forehead.
Despite the fatigue, his arms came around her waist and pulled her closer. She let out a gasp at the sudden hug, his face slipping from her palm and landing on her shoulder.
Even when he was so weak, he was still strong enough to hold his world.
“Tha…Thank you, mama.” He mumbled weakly, breathing in her scent. “Thank you for…for all of this.”
It took a few more seconds for the surprise of his actions to wear off. Her heart beat fast in her chest. Her arms were raised, unprepared for his embrace.
Once she’d gotten over the shock, she settled against him comfortably once more. Her hands slipped over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck with her hands brushing the skin behind his ears.
“You’re welcome, Suguru.” She muttered. She had gotten better at the more romantic side of these sorts of things thanks to him. “You deserve all of it.”
Her hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his face up to hers to look at him.
“Who’s perfect sweetheart are you?” She asked gently, looking down upon him with a warm smile.
Her nose slipped over his. The comfort of her care made his eyes shut.
“Yours, mama.” He replied.
“Who’s strong and brilliant sorcerer are you, sugar?” She asked, breathing slowly against his lips.
This game of hers, improvised with unspoken rules, touched the very core of his heart every single time. It urged him to speak, to breathe, to be whatever he wanted or needed to be.
“Yours, mama.” He repeated obediently.
“Mmhmm, good boy.” She giggled, her cheeks flushed with redness.
Her lips rubbed along his. Her thumbs pressed circles against his cheeks.
“Can you make it to my room for what you need?” She asked, hips still shuddering from the intensity of their coupling.
He nodded soundlessly against her.
“Do you want me to help you?” Noriko asked.
He shook his head soundlessly against her.
A soft smile crossed her lips.
She lifted herself off of him, drawing her skirt up with her thumbs. Once she had fitted herself, she hooked her arms under his and pulled him up.
With her help, he was able to get his pants back on, slipping the now swollen contraceptive from his cock. His back was pressed against the wall, and his face was still slightly flushed.
SNAP!!!
CRACK!!!
Her pinky readjusted. All of her fingers wrapped around the thing, pouring energy into the flesh.
From her lips, she muttered those two familiar words.
“Idle Transfiguration.”
WOOSH!!!
The thing shrivelled to the size of a marble, with all of the fluid within being boiled away into the walls. Her body leaned against his as she turned the Transfiguration puppet into nothing but ash and smoke.
“Are you alright?” He asked, bringing his arms around her waist. His fingers touch up where he had dug in. Where blood still streaked down her flesh.sh, and where claw marks could still be seen in the faintest discolourations.
“Yeah.” She murmured. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and her eyes glinted like flint stones in the darkness. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Discarding the ashes into a dark corner of the small space, she turned on her heel to face him. Her arms moved under his as she leaned up, meeting his lips.
It felt soft and silent. She tasted tart and bitter, but in a delectable way. He couldn't get enough of her.
The kiss broke as his arms moved around her waist, his thumbs resting along her spine. The only thing he could make out were the soft glints of her eyes and the shine of the stitches that made her look like a patchwork doll running along her cheek.
“You're…..You're make-up's rubbed off.” He whispered with a hint of warning.
She brought her hand to her face, feeling over the skin. A huff escaped her lips as she pouted against his shoulder. She hated the kinds of looks people gave her about the stitches that gave her the appearance of a patchwork doll.
“This is all your fault.” She spat accusingly but playfully, scratching her finger over his chest. “Now I can't head back out.”
“But you can stay a little longer.” He teased back, smiling gleefully. His arms tightened around her. “So it's a good thing.”
“Idiot, you always see good in a stupid thing like this.” Noriko hissed, standing on her tippy toes to reach him.
so @tabivioletarchive had an idea of golden spray for leafy so she wouldnt burn, and not there's goikyberry bcus of that
for now its like yoyleberry but its turns you gold. i think leafy would prefer to be gold that it wont reminds her of yoyleberries so much but also keeps her from burning
and pretty color yeah
+whole page, lowkey i would like to see urs concept for goikyberry, we can make it pretty decent lore accurate fruit :]
A bright white laser cut through the tiles of the roof, leaving char marks across the surface.
No, it couldn’t be. She had heard wrong.
Pencil MUST have heard wrong.
With fear and desire both residing in her heart, she took a step forward. She was going to run.
She-
“Pence Pence.”.
Her body could not move. Her mouth hung open and agape. Her eyes widened like black holes.
The voice….The cheery warmth….The casual, amicable flow of words off the tip of a tongue…
With the same struggle that you’d find if you tried to grind blocks of cement into a powder by hand, Pencil creaked her head back to catch a glimpse.
“Long time no see.”.
Vermillion sulphur head, coarse and rough. Light aspen wood, with little dark specks lining her body. A face full of fun, friendliness and absolute fearlessness.
“A fake?” She wondered, stone still in her tracks.
“A dream?” She guessed, lip quivering.
Hazel eyes, warmer than a campfire. Hazel eyes, brighter than stars. Eyes with a little cobalt glint within them, like crystals.
“No, it-It really is.” She realised, gasping. A flood of emotion ran through her, filling her mind, her lungs, her stomach, her bones and…
And her heart.
“It’s really her!”.
Pencil’s mouth widened into an open-mouthed smile. She couldn’t say a word, but she had so much she wanted to say.
“I missed you.”.
“Oh my lead, I thought I lost you.”.
“Is that really you?”.
“I love yo-”.
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The smell of stained, peachy fabric against a mattress sagged down by wear.
Dirt covering blocky windows.
The room looked awful. A bowl on the desk still held scarlet soup smears, some spilling over the wood. A redstone torch dangled out of an overflowing chest, dripping smouldering crimson dust and marking the floor.
The place looked desolate, abandoned—almost lifeless. It resembled a remarkable piece of art in a slum, painted up just enough to show someone lived here.
That somebody lived.
Well, living was a strong word. For her, at least.
Her fingers trailed over the flat, grey pressure pad she felt, one of the few stipulations to keep her mind off of thinking at all. The iron, once bright white, was now covered in dust and mould due to poor maintenance. The springs had become so loose that the top and bottom pieces would sometimes just stick together without pushing back up against her fingers.
And she wasn't any better. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face, grown too far beneath her ears for her liking. The bones in her hands, her arms, and her head ached like mad. The skin and muscle around her eyes felt sore. Blinking felt like a chore.
Her glasses rested on the floor, just a few feet away from her. Discarded, dust covering the lenses, and an awful bend in the frames.
She didn't make any effort for them.
She hadn't made an effort for them when they had fallen almost a day ago.
She didn't make an effort for anything since she'd holed herself in here. The obsidian lining her bedroom door was proof of that.
Yellow felt sick and decayed. She wanted to tear apart each little strand of her body and throw it all into a roaring fire that would eat away at even the ashes themselves. She wanted to be gone.
She didn't want to be.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Go away.” She croaked, her voice coming out raspy and grating.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“I said go away.” She repeated, raising her voice even though it hurt. “I don't want anybody here.”.
The sound of the door opening was accompanied by a chink as cutlery hit the obsidian wall. Her tension flared like a firework.
Before the top block had even been mined, she'd already pulled out another one from her bedside chest and placed it down before she could see whoever had come. The torch slid out, skimming along her leg and making her hiss as it left burn marks on her calf.
“I don't want you here.” She called out, replacing another broken piece of the barrier. “Please, just go away.”.
Another piece of obsidian broke. Another piece of obsidian was placed down.
Another block was broken. Another block was set.
Another sound of someone calling to her came out through the cracks. Another sharp escaped her lips as she drowned out the noise.
“Just leave me be, please!” She pleaded.
And with one final block set…silence.
Complete silence.
She slumped against the wall, feeling the hard, bumpy surface push against her back. Her fingers trembled, grasping at air, and her throat felt as dry as a desert.
Her eyes shut. Opening them hurt too much. Her arms lay limply by her side. The lingering burn down her leg brushed the skin of her elbow, making her wince in pain.
She deserved it. She deserved all of it.
Her finger reached up to the wound, but she swatted her own hand away.
She deserved this. She deserved this.
Things had been so bad. Things had almost become terrible. Everyone could have died because of her.
She deserved nothing. She deserved nothing.
A warmth flickered close by her side. She couldn't hear anything, but the cold air from the open window told her someone had climbed in.
She didn't open her eyes. She didn't do a thing when her hands moved under her arms and pulled her up.
If anything, she just leaned against whoever it was. The feeling of a tightened board pressed against her chest, along with bandaged wrists.
She couldn't mistake that binder from anyone else.
“Blue.” She whispered, her legs dragging along the floor.
He laid her down in one of the chairs. Unlike the ones in her room, this one felt comforting. It was freshly placed.
“I don't care.” He told her, setting down another chair beside her. “I'm not letting you turn yourself into plant fertiliser. You've got to eat something.”.
“I did.” She protested, her eyelids flickering open. She felt his hand push her hair aside, and a bowl rested upon her lap. “I did eat.”.
“You took that beetroot soup a day ago. That staff's barely enough for breakfast and lunch.” He reminded her sternly. “You need something filling.”.
“Blue, it’s fine-”.
“No, it’s not.”.
Her eyes gazed over him. He looked at her so fearfully, as if she held a bomb in her fingers and he was trying to help her diffuse it.
Why was he trying to help diffuse it? Why did he try to make things better? Couldn’t he get that nothing would ever ever be “better” for her?
“Please.” He pleaded, lifting a spoonful of the food he’d made for her. A creamy, yellowish liquid with chunks of potato and carrot floating about. “I-We’re all worried about you.”.
She couldn’t hide away her hunger when something so good was right there.
She couldn’t keep herself locked away when so much warmth was so close.
Hesitantly, she accepted the spoon and ate the mixture of broth and softened veg.
Things were silent between them. Blue held the bowl while Yellow slowly ate and drank, taking in each hot, brothy , tangy meal. Each drop quenched her throat and the parched thirst she’d ignored for a while. Each bite slipped down easily. Every second passed slowly, like a snail.
It felt comforting and calming to just sit and eat something. To actually eat something.
Once she’d finished, he wiped her face with a small cloth he’d brought with him. The spoon clattered into the bowl, and the bowl clanked as it sat upon the chest behind him.
Things felt a little less…intense.
“Thank…Thank you.” She murmured, her eyes glimmering with a soft but piercing gaze on the ground. “Thanks a lot for that, Blue.”.
“No problem.” He replied, smiling warmly. His eyes glimmered like gentle satellites, and his cheeks flashed in a soft lavender. “You’re my friend, so it’s only natural that I tried to help. I haven’t seen you in a while.”.
Her smile dropped.
She had been away for a while.
A pounding feeling stirred in her gut. For her, that was not only the right choice, but the only one. Staying away was the one good thing she could do.
But even the few moments she had with him were enough to force the unbearable reality to settle in her chest.
She might need to stay away from everything she loved, but she didn’t want to.
Her eyes shot to a sight that made her heart drop.
“Wait!!!”.
Her fingers sank tight into his arm. Her voice shook at the end of her words.
She didn’t want him to go.
“Please.” She pleaded, looking at him hopelessly. “Please. Don’t…Don’t leave me.”.
Blue hesitated. He wanted to stay with his friend, but he didn’t know if she truly wanted him to stay. It had only been a week or so since he last saw her, yet she didn’t seem right.
And that was the worst part. All of them, Yellow, Green, Red, Orange, and Blue himself, had all faced some nightmarish stuff.
The first meeting with Alan, which had almost ended in their deletion, had the animator not wanted to learn how to animate like Orange.
Being stranded by Purple in the End, and then having to pull their way through the hostilities of the nether.
Nearly getting killed by Purple when he hacked their League game.
Almost dying out on the skyblock after Red’s mob farm blew up.
Almost dying in the Caverns to that giant Cave Spider Queen and her colony of poisonous spiders.
Almost dying when Green accidentally summoned the wither during their group build battle.
Actually dying when the Lucky Block Orb tried taking them over.
The Lucky Orb….
That one was the freshest for them. The oval burn scar over Yellow’s forehead reminded him so much of it. That wasn’t a near-death experience; it was an actual one. The only reason they hadn’t been taken over by that horrendous light that wanted their bodies like puppets was because of some well-timed luck for Red’s pig.
Blue looked back at Yellow. He looked at the scar over her forehead.
There was barely any sign of healing, beyond the subtle covering of skin and healing muscle.
She wasn’t okay.
“Then I’ll stay.” He decided, moving back into the room.
Yellow’s panic simmered down, like thickening stew. Her fingers slipped away from his arm, and her breath slowed down as she sat on the edge of her bed. A shiver ran down her spine, the sound of the door shutting behind him echoing through her mind.
“But I want to know what’s wrong.” He added, seating himself beside her.
“I..I…We…” He stammered, fingers picking up the blanket and pulling it around her shoulders to calm her chills. His voice was soft, with no sound of his high-energy self. His eyes fell onto the floor with each word he spoke.
A soft spark of something flickered through her thoughts.
“Please, talk to me, Yellow.” He pleaded, taking one of her hands. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. I-W…we’re all…all getting worried.”.
The silence slowly drowned out every other noise. The feeling of his hands around hers mixed into the the numerous sensations tingling across her, from the coldness of the air, and the simmering warmth of the food in her gut, to the faintest audible blips of her heart that thundered slowly, like the thumping flickers of something baking in the oven.
She was a smart person. She could tell subtle things better than the back of her hand, from subtle differences in code to the specific piece of redstone in a machine that didn’t fit right. She had a knack for prying into issues and poking her head through them.
So it didn’t miss her ears when he corrected himself again.
Once was an accident. Twice was a coincidence.
Thrice was a pattern..
After what felt like an eternity of tense, uncertain silence, she finally pushed out her question.
“Do you think I’m…a bad person?”.
He pondered her words, catching onto each individual syllable like a fishing line. Things felt wrong in a way, like things were happening as they shouldn’t.
Yellow? A bad person?
If there could be anything that he couldn’t fathom, this idea was exactly that to him: impossible.
“No.” He responded quietly, shaken by such a simple inquiry. “No, I don’t think that. Why would I? Why would anyone think that?”.
More silence. More tense, suffocating silence, coupled with the sound of nothing but the blood pounding in both of their skulls.
And again, she pushed out an answer.
“I don’t think I’m a good person.”.
The words came out harder than a boulder through a pinhole. The act of speaking made her feel sick. The very act of thinking about herself and expressing it just turned all her feelings and doubts into a destructive, festering rot at the centre of her being.
“Because of me…we all almost died.” She whispered, moving her hand out of his grasp and over the scar on her forehead. “I messed around with that stupid lucky block. I let my body get hijacked by that stupid lucky orb.
I…I…I nearly killed every last one of us. Permanently.”.
“We’ve all done that.” He reasoned, beckoning to himself. “Green and I were the reason we almost died in the End. I was the reason we went on all that wild stuff with Purple, and the Village and the Nether.”.
“That’s different,” Yellow responded brutally. “If things went wrong there, we could come back. We could respawn, or we’d lose some cool stuff we collected.
In my case, we could have died for real. We were all seconds from being overrun.
And then what would happen? Would that orb have gotten to the computer systems? To Alan? To the Outernet and more?
What would happen if it got to that black stick figure guy, Chosen?”.
Blue opened his mouth to give a response, but his mind yielded as much to say as a crop harvest during a famine. His mind wandered over the possibility of the events she’d laid out.
That kind of far-ahead thinking wasn’t the type of thing he had even considered.
In fact, he was sure she was the only one who worried about stuff THIS extensively.
“It’s better that I stop myself from being curious.” She grumbled, turning away from him. Her body crumpled, and her head hit the pillow. “I only bring harm to everyone else.”.
Blue sat beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, that’s not true.” He reassured her. “That’s not the only thing you do. Nor is it the greatest.”.
Truth be told, he didn’t even care if she was right. He didn’t care about that stuff.
He never cared for that kind of stuff.
“Yellow, please.” He pleaded, pulling at her shoulder. “You’re not a bad person.”.
“I am, Blue.” She responded, refusing to look at him. “I’m a terrible person.”.
He thought for a moment, unsure of what to say.
He needed to say something. He needed something to get her to listen.
He needed something new to help her. Trying to grow a sapling with blocks overhead would never yield a tree, and neither would this back and forth.
So instead, he tried a different question.
“How was the soup I made for you?”.
Yellow didn’t answer.
Yellow didn’t move.
Yellow…thought.
She thought, and she thought, and she thought. She thought far too long for an answer to such a simple question. She thought far more excessively than what had been asked of her.
She thought of what to say. How to say it. If she should say it.
Blue asked an easier question.
“Did you like it?”.
This time, even after thinking for too long, she found a simple, mundane answer escaping her lips.
“Yeah.”.
Blue’s other arm slipped around her, moving under her arm. Carefully, he pulled her body up into a sitting position.
“What did you like about it?” He asked her, staring into her eyes. From his pocket, he pulled out a small vial of healing potion.
Yellow’s eyes were dull, but the gears behind them worked harder than a thousand bees.
“Was it sweet enough?” He rephrased. “Was it hot enough? Did it taste nice?”.
To these questions, despite how much thought she could have endlessly performed, she found it easier to just say one word.
“Yeah.”.
Blue smiled at her answer. The look on his lips and that flash of his eyes made her heart throb against her rib cage.
“So would you like it again someday?” He asked her, passing the vial to her.
With shaking hands, she took the small glass bottle. Her fingers clenched around it tightly as her thumb popped the lid off.
Tilting her head back, she let the ruby red, slightly bitter fluid disappear down her throat in one gulp. Her tongue stuck out from the taste, and her eyes scrunched up.
Finally, as the potion emanated its magical medicine from her gut outward, she responded to his question without a thought.
“Yeah.”.
Blue smiled even more, holding her close.
“That’s good to hear.” He replied, hands keeping her face up. His fingers felt cold against the skin of her neck, and his tone was one of utter care and value.
It made her heart throb even more. She felt like she was slipping.
She felt like she was falling.
THUMP!
Her head fell on his shoulder like a brick. Her arms hung weakly by either of his sides as she leaned on him,
“Tha….Thank you, Blue.” She murmured, her sight going fuzzy. “Thank you…for caring so much.”.
Blue’s arms came around her, choosing to keep her close. She was so close, he could feel her heartbeat against his. Fast, furious, and ferocious.
“You're welcome.” He responded.
Yellow’s hands lifted, barely getting up to his shoulders. She didn’t want to ever let go of him.
“Thanks for the soup.” She whispered, slipping on the brink of consciousness. “It was the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”.
The blush smearing his lips became brighter. His heart jumped into his throat. His stomach twisted into a hundred knots from her words alone.
Blue smiled.
“You're welcome, Yellow.”.
Her arms slumped down from his shoulders, landing on the bed with soft thumps. Her body became stiller than a fern on a still day. Her heart rate slowed down, and her shoulders began to rise and fall in a rhythm.
Blue smiled, choosing to keep her close. Choosing to hold her up.
Swaths of sunlight shone a deep crimson over the horizon. Clouds were parted perfectly along the edges and contours of the gleam, making it look more etherealy golden and painted. A haze of darkness descended slowly with the passing ticks of clocks galore, marking the end of another day.
While plenty of time remained for outdoor activities, soon the lunar illuminations would take over and twilight would plunge the world in it’s grasp. The limited light mixing with the evergrowing darkness brought many comparisons to mind:
Coloured liquids mixing together in a jar, turning their separate hues into new vibrant pigments.
Metal being melted down to molten form, combined with various other elements like silicone, carbon or nickel, and hammered into the shape of swords, barriers and coins.
Starts pulsing with power, pushing outward with radiation toward the universe and inward with gravity toward their cores.
Three entirely different levels of life that could all contribute to this sensation of time.
