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End of Part One: Bonus! [SSP!AU]

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Blue Hour (ix) ⁞ Isagi Yoichi

ix. The Web Between Roses

⚽︎ SYNOPSIS -> Your life finally settles after a rough divorce, and all you want is to run your flower shop in peace, but when 20-year-old Isagi Yoichi starts working for you, the summer might get hotter than anticipated.

⚽︎ INFO -> Isagi x reader, female reader, flower shop au, Summer Solstice Point au.

⚽︎ WARNINGS -> 18+, NSFW, age-gap romance, reader has vaginismus, reader is 28, Isagi is 20, eventual smut, eventual questionable dubcon but not with Isagi, divorced!reader, sexual exploration, pov changes(?), she/her pronouns are used briefly for reader, canonverse despite some age disparities and how that affects the canon timeline (just don't think about it), tags are subject to change.

⚽︎ WORDS -> 1.6k

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The tinkling of the door opening comes muffled to you as your head is currently buried in a tall box. You pay it no mind and keep at your task of taking stock of inventory since Isagi is working up front. Through the abundance of brown paper tissue, you’re correct in assuming you’re all out of vases. Thankfully, your shipment should arrive today to restock on all supplies.

Days have passed since Isagi returned after you were sure you had driven him away. And your routine had remained fairly normal, except for Isagi staying in the showroom instead of making bouquets with you. Isagi had done well to douse your guilt with buckets of kindness, but all that did was make you feel guilty for your lack of willpower; images of the way he looked up at you from between your legs and how he used his fingers wouldn’t leave your mind. It was like running in circles, waking up for the day, confident that you could end whatever you found yourself in, and then watching your flimsy foundation fall apart the moment Isagi clocked in to his shift.

That damn smile of his.

If you could ask for any superpower, it would be mind-reading. Because you know whatever he may express to you, it isn’t the whole truth, especially not after what you said that morning. But even with his heart on his sleeve, there is still a wall between what he expresses and what lies outside your field of vision.

Resurfacing from the box, you mentally backtrack. On second thought, you don’t want to know how he feels about all of this. You don’t think your heart could handle the truth. How he feels is the thin line dividing whether what you felt that night was real or if you’re just a weirdo for taking advantage of a young employee, and you can’t take that risk.

The morning Isagi came back, you learned from his explanation that he was held up by a group of friends. His words tumbled out the only way they knew, telling you how, because of his friends, he had missed his subway, and then, along his run here, an old man had needed help with his car. He would have contacted you, but his phone had run out of battery. All of his ramblings in quick succession relieved you to no end, but you were so shaken, none of your words came out right in response, and it wasn’t until Isagi took your hand in his and asked if you were okay that you realized you were shaking.

“I thought you quit because of what I…” you were able to say once his warmth reached your fingers. “Because of what I said to you. You looked hurt. I’m sorry—”

While his distance felt intentional despite your connected hands, he had quickly placated you. “Ms. Sato, don’t worry. I’m okay, really.”

You hated this smile of his, though. It was so obviously fake.

“I don’t know what came over me, either. If this was a mistake, I’ll accept that responsibility. I’m okay with it.”

His kindness drowned you. The way someone years younger than you was handling your tumultuous decisions better, extending kindness where there should’ve been seething, hurts you worse. What’s more, it’s as if he were implying that it was okay to get closer to him. As if you could continue to flounder, and he would let you, no matter what that did to him. And he didn’t look down on you for it.

All of this makes it too difficult for you not to reach for him again, like experiencing a high from a drug and knowing it won’t be the last. Still, reaching out implies taking account of your actions, and that dividing line is much too thin for you to bear. You just can’t. So you continue this way, going in circles, wanting to get away but not getting anywhere.

Isagi steps in with a large box in his arms. “All of your packages just came in, Ms. Sato. I’ll bring them back here.”

You watch him, leaning back against the wide oak table against the wall. “Thank you. Jay didn’t come in?” The notion is odd to you.

“He said his schedule was packed, so he couldn’t drop in to chat,” Isagi says with a shrug as he sets out to grab the rest of the boxes.

Jay doesn’t usually pass up the opportunity to open his mouth, especially around here, but you assume he must really be busy for him to drop off the packages for Isagi to haul in. It is a good haul this time. Your eyes scan the boxes, which are beginning to fill up the floor. With a sigh, you start to unpack them onto the table.

“It’s a bit slow out there. Do you want any help?”

Not a bad idea, considering the volume of boxes. “Sure. Here, if you could sort through the new tools and foams, that’ll be a big help. Oh—” Noticing the sweat dripping down his neck, you change course. “Grab a water first. Thank you for bringing all of these in.”

That makes Isagi smile and dismiss the concern. “I’ll be alright, Ms. Sato. Thanks, though.” He crouches beside you before the box of supplies and pops the tape.

You hold down the urge to sigh again; he’s been saying that a lot lately. He’s obviously hot, but it’s like he was raised in an oven with the way he reacts to working up a sweat. He’s used to it, he’ll say. You know you get cold easily, but that’s no excuse for others to overheat.

Thoughts wander as you go about unloading the vases onto the table.

Isagi rummages through his box as well, sifting through the levels of scissors and shears and wondering how anyone thought packing these together with the vase foams made any sense. He guesses this is why you want him to check on them. So he does…until he doesn’t.

He really does try to do a good job and follow what you say—but there’s—

There’s a gold chain around your ankle, and it catches his attention. A single charm of a tulip dangles on the side of the bone. A tulip. His eyes widen.

His hand reaches out before he can even think—

“Oh—” The touch doesn’t make you jump, but you look down at Isagi spacing out with his finger pressing the cool metal against your skin. “…Isagi?” You blink a bit in realization.

Oh.

Oh no.

Since the anklet is worn so close to the floor, you assumed it would go unnoticed. Not that it’s a secret that you had bought it not long after your first kiss with Isagi and the surprising comparison he made of you. It’s just a bit embarrassing to admit how much it meant to you. You don’t move, hoping that the delicate charm didn’t unbury those memories for him.

A couple of seconds pass before Isagi comes back to himself and sees what he’s doing. His head flies up, and his face blushes red with embarrassment. “I’m really sorry! I don’t know what I…what… It’s…a beautiful chain, Ms. Sato… I’m sorry.”

You crouch down with him.

After everything, he confuses you like this. He may be a masochist, because you really thought you had hurt him before, what with his distance, so why come to you again? Maybe there’s a bolder person underneath this layer of shyness, or maybe he is actually okay with this. Maybe you shouldn’t have bought this anklet.

Under your gaze, you watch as his blush reaches his ears. “Isagi,” you say softly.

“Yes?”

“What exactly do you want me to do?” It would be better to hear it from his own mouth.

Isagi’s eyes flutter in confusion. “Huh?”

You hug your knees and shrug. “I’d like to know on the chance I make another mistake.”

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly. “Oh,” he says. “I mean, mistakes happen… And I wouldn’t be mad at you for making them…”

It’s almost like a spider setting up shop between two roses. Your heart thumps harder in your chest. Isagi has no idea what it means to extend too much kindness. What would happen if you decided to take more?

“Honestly…” His eyes flit to yours before dropping to your ankle. “A flower should bloom however it wants…” He slips his fingers under your anklet. “You could do anything, Ms. Sato.”

Isagi has no clue how you’ll test his limits if given the permission.

You poke his shoulder and push enough for him to plop onto his rump.

“Ah—” He looks at you in surprise before laughter bubbles out of you both.

“Even this?”

“Yeah, that’s fine too—” He’s taken off guard when you then lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth. His eyes shimmer.

“And this?”

The contact leaves tingling in its wake, and he touches where your lips were. “Yeah… Of course, that’s okay, even if you did it again, and again…”

You can’t help but feel endeared by him in such a state, this young man, completely capable of asserting himself, submitting on his backside. “Is that your answer for everything?”

He chuckles. “Most likely.”

This is how you wish you appeared to others whenever you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. If you were only as endearing as he is. You find yourself in his space next, his face cradled in your hands, and your mouth on his.

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A/N:

So who believes Jay was actually busy... haha. Originally I was gonna have him text y'all later on asking if you knew Isagi was dropping slurs on him, but I decided to keep that out. Just know Isagi had some words with him aklsjdklajsd

These two are idiot for idiot, your honor. That damn anklet. The tulip is blooming alright. She's so baaaaad.

And Happy New Year, everyone!!! Thank you for reading Blue Hour up to now. It really means a lot!!

I hope 2026 is kind to us <3

[auriyria]

SSP!AU Doodles! Part 2

Food and health go hand in hand! Along with being his primary cook, One's main role is to monitor Kim Dokja's overall health and prepare meals that suit his needs. Kim Dokja being Kim Dokja doesn't like this arrangement, and only really complies with eating his three meals because that is the agreement he made with his sponsor.

The amount of times One can forcibly control Kim Dokja is very limited as it counts as assisting in the scenarios and challenges plausability. Maybe it's because One is a "tiny chef," but it seems like he is the only one among the kkomas with this ability. With this fact in mind, One is rather adamant about staying on his head...

"If you touch me, I will cut off your fingers. Only I will remove myself when I see fit."

All the kkomas also use teeny wooden swords due to probability!

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[auriyria]

"Hey!"

Sponsor Secretive Plotter AU

Despite how distant he appears at times, this Kim Dokja is prone to spacing out and startles easily when interrupted.

— Reference Sheet

Uploaded along with the latest entry 「 Interlude 」 since it was a bit of a slower chapter! Gotta keep me and my Observers fed. 😌💜

On that note I think this is the first time I've made a proper gif! SSP!KDJ, you're getting a lot of special treatment, I hope you're aware of what I do when it comes to my faves (clueless).

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[auriyria]

The SSP!AU Masterpost

Your gaze will lead this story to ruin. Will you continue to guide it towards its ■■?

Summary: Kim Dokja selects Secretive Plotter as his sponsor and is bestowed numerous kkomas throughout the scenarios. Though, maybe this wasn't the best choice for this world.

Relevant CWs: Plotja/Dokplot, Suggestive (T+), Base Novel Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Major Plot Twists, Tragic Ending, Intentionally Excluding Tags, Ongoing, TBD

Update Schedule: Sundays! (On Hiatus for Artfight!)

Key: Sketch, Art, Drabble, Writing, Lore Relevant Asks

[Links in (mostly) Chronological Order]

REFERENCES

[Part One] ✦ Seven + ✦ The Incarnation and their Sponsor [Part Two] ✦ Kim Dokja Ver. 1 ✦ Secretive Plotter ✦ The Kkomas ✦ ???

PART ONE

✦ Kim Dokja Can't Sleep ✦ Necklace ✦ The Fate That Defines ■■ ✦ "One" of the Gourmet Association ✦ "One" ✦ 【■■■】 ✦ Deviate - End of Part One ✦ End of Part One: Bonus!

PART TWO

✦ Sponsor and Incarnation ✦✦ AWOL ✦ [A huge fate is hoping for ■■■■■■.]  ✦✦ Defiers of Fate, I ✦✦ Defiers of Fate, II ✦ Interlude ✦ KDJ GIF ✦✦ The Blur Between the Lines, I ✦✦ The Blur Between the Lines, II

PART THREE

✦ ???

FEATURED ASKS

✦ Peace Land and Eight ✦ Incarnation Shin Yoosung ✦ KimCom and the Kkomas ✦ 【■■■】 - SP's reaction ✦ Uriel's OTP? ✦ The Identity of the Kkomas ✦ YJH's thoughts on SP? ✦ SSP!AU for Ao3?

FANART ‼️

☆ From: canisdir

[auriyria]

Character: Kim Dokja Ver.1

Sponsor Secretive Plotter AU

[Beginning of Part Two]

< SUMMARY >

Kim Dokja is a persistent and reckless individual who cares not for the laws of the Star Stream. Since the dawn of the scenarios, he became notorious for attracting powerful storms of probability and leaving behind trails of chaos wherever he went. But do not be mistaken — his cold and cruel nature is only reserved for those constellations who watch with resentful eyes in wait for his downfall.

So what of the constellation who watched from the beginning? One shrouded in mystery and unaligned with the majority who anticipated the moment he made one wrong move? And so, Kim Dokja made the decision during the second Sponsor Selection to force the Secretive Plotter to bear the weight of the spotlight with him when he was left with no other choice.

< PERSONALITY >

Despite how distant he appears at times, this Kim Dokja is prone to spacing out and startles easily when interrupted. He cares deeply for his nebula and frequently fantasizes life outside of the scenarios, enough to make his head hurt.

Whenever he’s anxious, he tends to look at his phone for long periods of time, often growing numb to the reality around him within seconds. The kkomas become concerned with how unresponsive he becomes during these spells, working together to keep him grounded by having him do mundane activities with them and his nebula.

Kim Dokja will never outright admit that he needs the kkomas help to fall asleep. Fortunately, it didn’t take too long for them to recognize his condition when Kim Dokja slept soundly when they were in the room with him one night. But even when he finally manages to find sleep, it only takes a few hours before he’s awoken by the same tension headache.

The members of Kim Dokja Company are completely unaware of his behavior towards the Secretive Plotter or what conspires between them. His sponsor is the only person he behaves differently around, especially when it’s just the two of them.

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[auriyria]

SSP!AU Doodles!

After careful consideration, a bad ending has been decided for this AU 👍✨️ The essential plot points have been ironed out, I just hope I have the strength to get there. But don't worry, there will be plenty of fluff to make up for it :)

Crumbs of context for the First and Third images:

1. The necklace was one of the first things Kim Dokja received as a reward in his quest to find out Secretive Plotter's identity. He says it doesn't help, but he secretly likes having something of his sponsor's. I guess you could say this was the start of their little game.

3. Kim Dokja gives little to no warnings about when he's going to push probability aside from the slightest glance towards the heavens — towards his sponsor — which pisses off Secretive Plotter to no end because he will always bear it.

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Sponsor Secretive Plotter AU

Additional notes for this AU:

< THE KKOMAS >

Suspecting that KDJ was aware of YJH's egos throughout the rounds, they are addressed by alternate numbers to avoid too much correlation with their actual rounds. This is to prevent KDJ from finding out their and Secretive Plotter's true identity from the start. (Example: 888th could be known as "Eight" while 81st could be known as "One")

When their limited energy is exhausted, they must be in physical contact with their incarnation (KDJ) to recover, otherwise they risk their egos being damaged and forcibly returned to Secretive Plotter indefinitely.

Secretive Plotter sends kkomas in an order of who needs the most time to bond with their incarnation, meaning 777 dislikes KDJ the most.

< PROBABILITY >

To preserve probability (and my sanity), only a certain number of kkomas will be granted to KDJ throughout the scenarios — about 9-10 total.

Much like constellations, they are not allowed to significantly influence the scenarios in any way, meaning they cannot kill incarnations or give clues about ways to clear the scenarios. They can still protect and aid KDJ in smaller ways though.

Inspired by this post! Thank you for the idea!

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