Las escrituras nos fueron dadas para cambiar nuestras vidas. Pero no basta solo con leerlas, el cambio solo será efectuado cuando decidamos poner en práctica lo que Dios nos dice a través de ellas, cuando seamos hacedores y no solamente oidores olvidadizos.
(i wrote this a super long time ago, but for some reason i never posted it until i was reminded i said i wanted to. anyway, this is a wedding fic YES ANOTHER for @lovediives! enjoy as always!)
A wedding that spoke of springtime and hope, of the kind of joy braided together from dreams. Interwoven by fate, that was how everyone saw the romance that bloomed between the current king of the Yokai world and the first person to reach farther into his heart.
Kaira Ananta, did not believe in that fate. As he stood by, a nervous twinge in his stomach at the sight of so many people coming to support his matrimony, he could not help but falter. Even with so much hard work, even at the sight of familiar faces who he did not expect would be so happy for him, he wasn’t sure he was deserving entirely of such a thing.
Fuu-kun and Rai-chan with a contagious joy that spread to the seated guests, threw cherry blossom petals down the aisle. A nudge to his side reminded him of the presence of his best man, given his limited options, Enma, who shot him a confident grin that he could not help mimic in return. In the sea of happy yokai and some humans between, he spotted the approving nod of Ogama and the content expression of Cole who sat side by side as his future spouses family on the front row.
Fate had never been on his side, the circumstances of his birth and the years that dragged his soul into the depths of despair and rage proved to him enough. His life was built now only upon what he fought for, that was all he had to show for himself that he was worthy of it all. Yet, sometimes it didn’t feel like enough to be deserving of the grandeur of royalty and the respect that came with it. Sometimes, even when he’d become so different, he had his moments of doubt that trickled through the cracks of his lonely spirit.
Music from a piano suddenly fills the air without effort and pulls his mind out of itself slowly, like waves of a feverish ocean calming; the sound rushing in and around every person nearby. Some react to the melody, others continue in quiet and excited chatter, but it speaks to them in some manner.
“Look who’s on his way,” Enma chimed, a teasing hint in his voice, “Nervous?”
His attention shifted to where everyone else’s sights have now been set on. Although, he had been nervous, the question was lost as quickly as he saw what felt like something out of a dream that one would not think could ever come true.
Yagyo grasped with care onto the arm of Kaira’s beloved, who was adorned with the most mesmerizing smile he had seen in such a long time. Wearing a dress that sat upon his skin as soft petals, its hue the many pinks of a rose garden. His hair now in a soft white, something in resemblance of cotton candy that sweetened his heart.
Their sights locked on each other, marriage was written in their eyes the first day they met even when they didn’t know it and the same love still swirled in them.
As Froggy walked down towards him, he felt his worries and fears wash away in the same sea of doubt that crashed into the shore of his mind. It dawned upon him that while fate was not what brought them here, Froggy’s own hard work embedded their souls into one.
To the king, Froggy’s kindness was not something many can accomplish. The patience and forgiveness he held for the man whose heart was clouded in rain, was what brought upon a clear sky in his life.
Kaira believed only in the love that was shown to him, a love that gripped his chest and made a smile display softly on his face as his prince stood before him now. Perhaps he could be a bit selfish right now, as his fingers interlace with Froggy’s, he feels enveloped in his love and desires out of anything in any world to remain within it.
He did not believe in fate, but his newlywed husband was all he needed to believe in.
(a wedding fic for @bunbunsheart / @bunbunsheart2 ! after coaxing you to do this…the time has come, please enjoy this lil thing! it is not exactly a wedding fic per say but erm indigojo yay)
Indigo’s fingers slowly typed a final message for the night to his brother, an exasperated breath escaping him as he feels the weight of life itself cave in on his very being. The dark hours of Japan were brutal, with a cold that made your skin shrivel and small sounds that kept you on your toes. Being out so late at night, he needed to let his older sibling know he’d be making it home safe. It always warmed him inside when he got the quick response that told him he needed to be safe or he would face consequences, a warmth that he wished would grace his body.
He turned his head up away from his phone, the light fog formed on his glasses not hindering his vision too much. The stars remained vibrant despite this, a glow that shone through the sky as he headed home. They almost guided him, a familiar sight Indigo could never get tired of.
The device in his hands began to ring, the contact he saw calling him was a sight he sometimes could get tired of.
“Hey there, babe! Now what’s taking you so long to get home? Caught yourself some trouble without me?”
The familiar voice of Gojo loudly blared through the speaker, making the sorcerer flinch. Even years later, he couldn’t get used to the other mans overbearing personality. Despite it, that same personality warmed itself inside him and had become the highlight of his tired days of teaching.
“Satoru, I’m right down the block,” He mumbled back, eyes falling on the building nearby which he resided in with his confident coworker, “You don’t need to call me, a text is fine.”
He was met with a laugh, the kind of laugh that always told him that Gojo was up to something. The man always showed amusement in a way that was open for all to see, a display of joy that one could never really read into what it meant. That was to everyone except himself, who always could tell what he was up to.
“Oh, I know. I can see you through the window, silly.”
Of course he could.
Indigo looked to the building as he walked closer, pinpointing their residence at the sight of that familiar grin looking back at him from the window. All he could do was awkwardly wave to him, which earned him a wave back as the white haired man walked away from his sights now. He heard a quick goodbye on the phone and the beep of the hangup, which really raised his suspicions that something was going on.
All of his thoughts began to circulate the possibilities of Gojo’s ploy, quietly heading up the steps and getting his set of keys from his bag. His brown eyes flickered to the bunny keychain that stuck out from the set, relieving him that maybe whatever was waiting for him inside wouldn’t be so bad.
He was met with a faint darkness inside the home, as if no one resided there. Movements slow and careful, he removed his coat and placed his things down. His trudges through the apartment were wary of his surroundings, like a mouse fearing a cat would jump at it in any given moment.
A small, orange glow finally caught his attention, making him stop in his tracks and move his path down to the kitchen. Indigo felt like the world around him was winding down, his footsteps was all he could hear through the silence.
At the sight he was met with, his fears became reduced to fickle dust floating through space itself. Gojo’s mere presence alone could do that, able to give him the certainty that everything was going to be okay.
A large grin adorned his lovers face, sat down at the kitchen island in the middle of the room with a presence that was nothing but warm and inviting. He seemed thrilled to see Indigo, like he was containing to get up and hug him tight as he usually did. Placed at the table in front of him was a small cake, with candles that were the only thing lighting up the room with life. The dessert looked delectable, with small strawberries and drops of sprinkles that gave it color and a hue of light baby blue that felt just right. It was cute, the surprise gave him his own smile that he returned. He looked down at the cake and what seemed to be text written on it, stepping closer as his heart raced in his chest and made him thrilled at the prospect of getting to enjoy a treat after such a long and difficult day.
‘Carmen Tea Amigo?’
His smile dropped instantaneously.
The words were read back to the strong sorcerer, thinking that maybe Gojo had gone crazy and not read exactly what was laid bare to him in his face. With a raised brow and a tilted head, he looked back at the unshaken smirk that looked back at him.
“Uh, what does this say?” Indigo questioned, feeling like maybe something at this moment was going over his head.
The person in question blinked slowly, blue eyes looking down at the cake as well and back at him. He remained calm, with a voice that exuded confidence and almost a bit of a tease to it. “I don’t know, what does it say?”
He was left stumped, trying to decipher the strange message presented to him on a baked good. Everything about the renowned sorcerer was a mystery at times, one that made him remember they come from very different worlds. Although he has been able to glimpse and truly see into the depths of who Gojo is, sometimes he was still left speechless.
Gojo cut the silence with the sound of his chair moving, getting up and standing beside the shorter man as he wrapped an arm over his shoulder. He pointed his finger at the cake, gesturing in a way to emphasize the letters scribbled in red frosting over the top.
“Look, it’s spelt like this,” He began to read off each letter, but as he did so his tone became more quiet and his smile shifted into the remaining bits of a lopsided and faltered grin, “Hmm, that doesn’t sound right.”
He could only watch as his boyfriend repeated the letters again, going on the message over and over with a desperation that hoped to finally get it jotted down just the way it was supposed to be. In the process, his eyes lingered on it as well and tried to click in his brain what it could say. Something about this in itself felt strange, when did someone like Gojo give something small and intimate? If he wanted to give him a cake, usually he would be inviting all of their students and colleagues.
That was when it started to process in his mind, the concept itself could only happen under specific circumstances. Ones that Indigo didn’t exactly expect could happen as he looked up expectantly at Gojo.
“Satoru, are you asking me to…marry you? In spanish?”, the words slipped before he could even think of the commitment. Once he laid it on the table, he couldn’t take it away, “‘Casate conmigo?’”
The look he received in return was…playful? A wide grin doned the white haired males lips. He felt the arm on his shoulder pull him closer, holding him tightly the same clingy way he was often held right at his side. Each letter on the cake began to almost blur, the reality that he was right settling into the depths of his system and making him feel like he was in highschool all over again. The same hold began turning into the tight squeeze of a hug, one that made it hard to breath.
“Oh, Indigo, you’re asking me to marry you in your native tongue?! How romantic!” Gojo batted his lashes, his arms wrapped around Indigo in a way where he wouldn’t let him go. A vice grip and a wide smile, Indigo could see that big sparkle in those blue eyes as deep as the ocean of beaches he longed to visit again, eyes like gemstones and jewels that the wealthy wore to find a sense of importance. Eyes that, upon closer inspection, held something off.
He found himself returning the embrace slowly, his hands running down the others back in almost a comforting manner that he hoped was soothing.
“…You messed it up on purpose to get me to say it, right?” He chuckled, finding the entire thing absurd to begin with.
In return he was met with that damned laugh again, the one he was right to think it had been plotting a little scheme.
“What are you saying? It was your idea! I mean, you’re the one with the ring in your pocket.”
Indigo froze like a statue at that, a strange reality seeping into the crevices of his mind. It made him rummage inside his pants, feeling around until he eventually did lay his hands on a small box that he was certain had not been there before.
“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t you know how proposals go? You planned a simple thing that makes sense for you to do, got a small cake and decided to pop the question.” The words came out more tranquil, as if he were coaxing the idea in itself to him and planting it as his. It was true, the extroverted man wouldn’t have done something like this. The word ‘simple’ echoed in his mind, and it seemed to make sense.
He mumbled quietly to himself, taking the box out and popping it open. The contents of it were as expected, a ring.
It carried an elegance, minimalistic yet fancy, in a way where it was maybe something Indigo would have decided on himself if he had the money. The silver band wrapped around itself in small twists, with what was a white jewel perched at the very top cut into a circle with blue gems trailed at its sides. The whole thing looked a bit on the expensive side, with details that couldn’t even be captured entirely at a first glance.
His hands trembled now, getting nervous that this was actually something being presented to him. Nerve racking was an understatement, with his lip quivering and his legs locking in place as he kept staring intensely at the rich diamond.
“Well, you’re the one proposing, so it’s all on your terms if you want to or not.” The words butted in pretty quickly, almost a hitch of nerves hidden deep between them that Indigo could sense. Gojo was right, and it shocked him.
Someone like him to put that kind of decision up to the anxious sorcerer, pushing his pride and his desire to show off aside for the idea of Indigo taking the steps at his pace. It really was at his control, like a kind of trust that was being placed upon him. In a way, he was conscious of what answer he would be receiving now that it was exposed to him. Yet, he was even more conscious of how much this was probably taking the other to do as well.
He didn’t want to let him down.
As he carefully and shakily grasped Gojo’s hand in his own, he could feel a small squeeze on his fingers of reassurance sent his way. Would he marry this bastard? A man who tricked him into proposing? A man who made his worries fall away and who mended his heart after bestowing him summers he would never forget? Love he would always cherish? Care unlike any other?
Gojo Satoru was like a rubix cube, with its fun colors that caught the eye of any and such a simple view to him that almost coaxed others to believe he was just a laid back guy. Yet, as you began to move those shapes and change their order, you’d start to see there is nothing simple about him. It was the kind of puzzle that made itself more difficult the more you played it, one that would start to shake in your grasps until you realized you couldn’t do it.
He’d spent years trying to solve that puzzle, and he thinks he really has in the way that Gojo stared at him expectantly.
With a faint smile, Indigo presented his own innerworkings of a heart that resembled a puzzle. Pieces would go missing and hide away, yet as you found them and put them together they would not disappear ever again. As one finishes that puzzle, they come to realize that the image that looked back at them was a reflection of themselves. Cracking down at him made those look deeply within themselves and their own doubts and fears, but the truth revealed would bless with nothing but a assurance that those things meant nothing.
Two puzzles that were left on a shelf for years, puzzles that solved each other and found a light within. No kind of strength could have pried them open, only the laughter they shared and the comfort they relished in within their days that breezed by as they lived life. Every tragedy and melancholy, despite creeping behind them, felt minuscule when their arms wrapped together and their hearts beat as one. They trusted each other to live on, that was the most one could say.
He hadn’t even noticed he had slid the ring into the others finger, not until he felt careful yet happy lips tracing down his face and tears slipping down his own eyes.
Man, maybe he did want to marry this guy.
“Don’t cry, Indigo, you’re going to ruin my special moment that I always dreamed of as a little girl…” Gojo muttered, a dreamy look on his face as he stared at his now fiancé with a smile that was as ridiculous as his words yet twisted his insides.
Well, not any time too soon.
As the two began to share the small cake and converse, a familiar bubbling feeling set in Indigo’s stomach. He had felt this before, many and many years ago when the sun would rise and cascade upon his skin and his friends were at his side every time. It was those glowing days of summer that at times haunted him. Yet, for now, he’d bask in the similar feeling that was pretty up there with those memories he knew Satoru shared too. He hoped that he also shared those feelings right now, as they ate cake and he was put through his teasings laced with sweet words between that showed how genuine this moment really was.
He hopes to replay this memory again in his mind, just like that summer, over and over again. Shining brightly within him as the same man who sat next to him with a ring wrapped around his finger.
Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo X Sumiyo Tsugikuni/Sumiko/Li Fānguá
(a fic for @lovediives on his wedding day! i have a lot of things about this particular fic but i'm sure you'll notice them all on your own)
Sunlight was made to be basked in, the sun revolved around the very planet in a way where its light could forever touch down on those who wished to stand upon it. It made things grow, made children smile, it made her smile. Amongst the very cherry blossoms that the sunshine helped form, she stood under one with her hand experiencing the joy of feeling life beneath it. Her eyes flickered to the petals that flowed in harmony with the wind, they danced and sung their own melody in a way that showed that light and nature itself had found a new way to blossom together.
Sumiyo found that some things in life made it easier to appreciate this beauty. Would it last forever? Perhaps not, but sunlight never did either yet it fought till the very end. Her heart had yearned to spot a rainbow today, the suns testament to the world. It seemed that would not be the case, but it did not ever stop the tranquil smile that graced her lips.
“Sumiyo.”
Time stopped within itself, a shiver going down her spine at the sudden calling. A quiet yet stern voice summoned her attention and startled her, despite recognizing such a voice even within the depths of her dreams, turning her head to catch a sight that made her freeze where she stood.
It was an unfamiliar man with long hair, one who blessed her with a smile that caused her to almost relax. It felt so familiar, like a portrait she has held before and gazed upon with interest. The sun rested on them now too, basking a glow that made the world feel safe. He stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of them.
The way he moved was almost calculated, Sumiyo could feel the his sights on her amid the cherry blossom forest. He most likely knew that, an almost knowing look within his eyes being clear for her to witness.
“My dear bride, what troubles you?” The stranger questions softly, moving a hand to cradle Sumiyo’s face with a care that she’d never known in her entire life. Sumiyo can only stare into him, hands trembling as she tries to find the strength to move away. Her mind felt irresolute, unable to process how quickly this man had moved towards her.
A part within her desired to bask into his warmth, to feel his very soul and fingers etch deeply within her skin. And yet, another part was unfamiliar of these emotions. She could feel them somewhere in her heart, yet something about this felt wrong.
The expression on his face was patient, but he did not seem to understand her own stare. With a tilt of his head, he seemed to inspect Sumiyo and the confusion and doubt that lingered in her eyes. The woman could only grace him with the attempt to calm her heart which quickened its pace, a strange panic settling into her system.
The mysterious man lifted her chin carefully, with a gentleness that cradled her into its arms. He leaned close, his lips hovering over her face and his breath fanning her.
He kissed her cheek, and it was like she understood what was happening now.
Sumiyo reaches her hand slowly in return, touching the mans ear delicately as if to make sure it was still there.
“Michikatsu,” she utters a name she previously did not recognize, her lips moving on their own as she looks into the six eyes that consume her every movement, “Stop following me.”
A dissatisfied frown quickly settles upon Michikatsu’s lips, yet he remained merely inches away from his defensive wife.
“We will find each other again, my dear sunshine. I know where you are, you will not slip past me this time.”
To some, those words could be a loyal promise. Finding your lover in the next life was a beautiful gift, one that could prove that no force could get in between their bond. Yet, Sumiko understood this was no promise. Shackled by faith, by the selfishness of a man who could not let go of him.
He felt like he was submerged in water, like he was being pulled away by faith itself into the depths of blue that would fill his lungs with dread.
“Wake up.” Kokushibo commanded, his demon eyes eating him alive.
And with that, he plunged into the very sea of fear. He no longer knew who was drowning, whether it was Sumiyo, a woman who was left in solitude, or Sumiko, a demon slayer who was filled with resentment. It did not matter, for the same man would keep him in the water no matter how much he tried to float back up.
He awoke with a jolt, sitting upright with haste as his panicked eyes looked around the room. Sumiko attempted to calm his unsteady heartbeat, a trickling paranoia seeping from his system. It was foolish to allow something as fickle as dreams to control him.
The swirling emotions in Sumiko’s heart yearn for his blade at his grasp, for the reflection of the metal to look back upon him and somehow find something. It could be justice, possibly revenge. He was unsure of what it wanted, what could satisfy this never ending pursuit for purpose.
It could not be peace, for he didn’t find himself worthy of such. He could not exist for his own genuine desires, this cruel world infested of raw evil has proven that to him time and time again. It proved it in his stolen childhood, in the visions his mind morphs of Muichiro or any other human who has crossed paths with him curled in his arms and with a still heart. What could he desire that would not be stripped bare from him? Even life itself was but a slow sun dial, awaiting his unchangeable fate as it moved, that no wish could ever turn backwards.
Even in his dreams, he was but a pebble thrown at sea. Skipping along the water until it inevitably sank. A stone he did not throw himself, one that he could not control how far it went. When has he ever known such fickle things such as control and dreams? Could these two things even be interlinked?
As his sights drifted to the moon, he let a trembling sigh escape him. The light it brought down sang a lullaby, one that could never ease his very soul.
“I’ll make sure I kill that man. No, that thing. His eyes will never look upon me ever again.” With fists clenched harshly, he set his heart upon a desire he did not need to understand. Rage, for rage was forever blinded. He would place an eternal shackle upon that Upper Moon. One that deep down, deep in his heart, already existed as an eternal bond that he too did not understand as much as his conflicted emotions.
His memories were faint, but he had began to recall the feelings that coursed through his veins over the man who did nothing but take from him. Everything seemed to take from him. Take his life, take his thoughts, take his name.
Li Fānguá would not allow the dark of the night to consume him, the moonlight that allowed demons to roam this world.
He would not allow another’s selfish desires to overtake him ever again.
(a short writing for @newdaybreak on their wedding day, congrats! he goes glub glub…)
Kanata Shinkai has never desired anything before, at least he never could recognize the sentiment. Never wishing, never dreaming. A wandering star, adrift in a sea overflowing with sparks of hope. Though he drifts in these waves, they don’t push or pull him. Rather, they envelop him slowly into a calming song of sirens.
Admiring the seashell he cradled between his fingers, he can’t find it within himself to put it down. Seashells, the eyes of the ocean that gazed upon him as he sat on a small rock on the beach. He relished in the way it healed him, soothed his heart into a soft melody that resembled the bells of a chapel.
His eyes, that of the colors of strands of seaweed, caught in a net that was the gaze of the pearl of his sea. He smiled gently in her direction, offering her the same shell he’d been tracing his fingers across. The setting sun that shimmered across his face shed a glow on it, making that same seashell a pleasant treasure of the sands.
Kanata paused before he gifted it to her, bringing it close to him to plant a careful kiss upon its hard surface. His lips grazed the seashell with the same gentleness he had kissed the bride at his side, perhaps a testament of his love. It could possibly be a wish to place his heart upon her hands, not that he’d ever had any kind of wish of his own but maybe his heart yearned for such a thing. He properly set it upon her fingers.
“I’m very ‘happy’to find that the ‘sea’ gave us many ‘gifts’ on this day. Do you agree, angelfish?” He mumbled gently in reference to what he’d handed her that he’d scavenged from the sand, his voice holding a serenity that mirrored his expression. He watched her nod, content it was mutual.
The sea breeze, ever present as it flowed through their hair, brought a gentleness that Kanata could understand. Did he truly need to understand being human, if he understood that love? The thought made him move to rest his head upon her lap, looking up at her as she looked back.
There were many things he could not grasp, but the ocean that pooled at his feet in this moment as he hydrated his skin was one of the things he could. The love he felt swell in his soul, he could hold onto it. The marine oysters that held stunning pearls, he felt like that. He felt like he was holding a pearl, one that shone with grace and beauty, at his side.
He hummed softly to himself, the tips of his fingers moving to brush pink strands out of his wife’s face. Does he get this serenity forever? Does he get to gently bask in her warmth for eternity? Maybe not, but he’d try to dream of it. Try to wish for it. He’d try to not drift, but to swim. Kanata could always learn after all, he wasn’t alone in this never-ending ocean of the world.
