#mystique.fics

"What about you, Dan Heng?" Pom-Pom asks.

"Can I have some time to think about it first?"

The boy placed his hand over his heart. An indication he wasn't ready to decide right away. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest.

The dark-haired boy often sees their new companion, Miss Y/N, enjoying coffee with Himeko, exchanging conversations with Mister Yang, having sleepovers with March, and helping to create new outfits for the Conductor, who had also grown fond of her. Perhaps her prolonged stay here truly made a difference. However, Dan Heng couldn’t help but remain wary of her.

Indeed, they had already crossed out the idea that Miss Y/N’s mere existence came from a planet long forgotten, or perhaps somewhere within this universe. However, her sudden appearance is anything but textbook theory. And for the longest time, Dan Heng could feel an unexplainable power surging deep in her.

It isn’t anything like a stellaron, no.

…Could it be an Emanator whom an Aeon had gazed upon?

He has yet to figure it out. As of now, he could only observe from afar.

“Miss Y/N!” A loud shrill of excitement from Pom-Pom could be heard as they waddled to where she stood, “You’re back!”

He heard a soft chuckle come out of her, a hand slightly covering her mouth as she did so. Eyes turned into half crescent moons. Then, meeting the Conductor at their eye level. “Your warm welcome never fails to bring me joy, Conductor.”

Her gaze no longer held the same intensity as before. Instead, it’s a familiar fondness that he had seen whenever she is with the Conductor, March, and Himeko. Whereas, based on his notes, her relationship with Welt is similar to that of a good comrade who regards the other with high respect and honor.

Pom-Pom giggles at the compliment, the tips of their long ears twitch slightly to the side. “Did you bring Pom-Pom some souvenirs?”

In the near distance at the parlor car, Himeko and Welt sat by the lounge area, witnessing the scene before them.

“Give him more time, Himeko,” Welt reassures after closing the book. “He’ll warm up to her eventually.”

“I know,” Himeko could only heave out a sigh, bringing the cup of freshly brewed coffee close to her lips. “…I shouldn’t be worried over trivial matters. I don’t want their relationship to be completely severed just because of the incident last year.”

He fixed his glasses with a free hand and covered his mouth from the little, awkward cough. “If we try to intervene, it might worsen.”

“Have faith in them, I’m sure, once Dan Heng puts himself out there and meets new people, he’ll take the opportunity to know her more.”

“Dan Heng, don’t just stand there, join us!” Pom-Pom called out when they tilted their head. “Hey! Don’t run away!”

Perhaps he was frightened when the blade was pointed at Himeko.

"Let us know when you're ready to make a decision, Dan Heng," Himeko reassures with a smile.

“March!”

Within the blink of an eye, a blinding light was approaching on March 7th. Out of fear, she froze in her spot and prepared for the worst. Shielding her eyes from such intensity.

Before Dan Heng could push his feet, despite the weariness of his body from fighting the beast with his companions, Himeko stopped him in his tracks. Upon placing a hand on his shoulder, he immediately found the Navigator’s reassuring gaze. He found the two grey-haired siblings, Stelle and Caelus, in front of March. Despite not having a weapon to protect themselves, they tried to redirect the powerful beam of light with their bare hands.

A series of deafening screams could be heard, both taking the harsh blow of the beast.

It became March 7th’s turn to protect them. She was able to conjure a shield made of Six-Phased Ice before the destructive beam could instantly obliterate their existence.

His eyes widened in pure shock. Something must have happened during the small time frame of seconds.

There, he felt it.

A strong surge of power unleashes through the siblings. Enough to cease the existence of the Doomsday Beast before it could destroy the entirety of the space station and the people inside it. Thinking the battle was finally over, Stelle and Caelus began to levitate mid-air. It wasn’t their own doing. The power inside them began to grow uncontrollably.

A stellaron.

Gushes of wind came forth that nearly blew March 7th away. Dan Heng was quick to steady her footing.

Suddenly, their surroundings are engulfed in pure darkness. A distorted opening ripped through reality, similar to lightning on a rainy night. In the middle is a sharp-edged circular blade resembling a pupil. A tall female figure stood with a polearm, its curved blade facing the side. Her eminent silhouette appears menacingly beautiful, in contrast with the ends of her long, braided hair glowing in radiant purple.

Despite the wind's intensity, she stood completely unfazed.

Her vice grip on the polearm tightens, hair swaying in every direction, and her stance is gracefully ready at any given moment.

Dan Heng blinks. Words tongue-tied, in fact, he was more breathless at the sight of her.

He caught a glimpse of her violet eyes, although they held a familiar intensity, he no longer felt afraid. And he understood her sentiment.

Dan Heng gave her a firm but short nod of acknowledgement.

Welt had precisely subdued the siblings. Gently using the backhand of his cane to touch their foreheads, causing both to fall asleep. March and Dan Heng caught them safely in their arms. While Welt descended after fixing his glasses.

Y/N stayed beside Himeko.

“Mister Yang! Are they…” March 7th’s voice trails off.

She couldn’t help but worry over their well-being, especially witnessing how the siblings saved her up close.

“They’re okay now.” He reassures accordingly, despite the questions flooding his mind. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”

From Dan Heng’s peripheral vision, he noticed how drastically Y/N’s demeanor changed. Relief washed over her when Himeko pulled her in a tight embrace. He recalled the first time, how unbelievably striking it was. If she were a part of the Seven Arbiter-Generals, she could easily command an entire fleet at her beck and call.

This time, however, is a bit different.

“Himeko,” Y/N slightly pulled away from the warm embrace, her eyes quickly scanning her dear companion. “Are you and the others alright?”

The red-haired navigator smiled in relief, “Nothing to worry, it’s settled now.”

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of her gaze. He could barely breathe from its cold intensity.

Yet, he wonders how such emptiness envelops her whole being.

“…You harness your power from an amulet?” Welt narrows his gaze, brows furrowed in contemplation.

The two sat across from one another at the parlor car after requesting privacy from the Crew. Y/N wiped the side of her lips with a napkin before making eye contact.

“Not exactly,” Y/N responds, finding the right words after pausing for a moment. “Vision bearers do, however, Archons wield elemental energy from those who place their belief in us. Their prayers, wishes, and even desires.”

“We do not need such… thing to prove our divinity.”

She spoke, sounding truthful and not deceitful.

Welt felt the intensity of his emotions crashing over him. Answers left unsaid, and more questions instead. Truly, it is quite a rare miracle for anyone in the cosmos to encounter someone like her. A person capable of using their power for good or abusing it to its limit.

Unless she chooses to reveal herself, or people turn a blind eye.

He takes a deep breath before inquiring once more. “…Have you thought of concealing your identity?”

"My subjects are aware of my presence. After all, it is the Shogun who acts as the ruling body over Inazuma."

"Are you implying that there is more than one of you?"

The parlor car grew dark.

When she raised her head, bright, violet eyes stared right into his soul. A circular ring of light appeared with a singular eye behind her. Voice turned cold and calculated, "I am the incarnation of lightning itself. I am the Archon of Inazuma. There is no need to conceal my divine authority, for my nation does not question it."

She is an ally, not the enemy. Welt silently reminded himself in an attempt to calm his beating heart.

"I offer my sincerest apologies." He clears his throat, slightly loosening the tight grip on his cane. “In theory, you are saying, Archons is a direct equivalent to that of an… Aeon.”

The lights returned, and her eyes no longer glowed.

This sudden revelation of his makes so much sense now. Yet it begs the question: how much longer can she stay without losing herself?

Welt had his suspicions earlier on, no ordinary mortal can surpass that of an Aeon.

Unless one earned their gaze, became an Emanator, or ascended to Aeonhood. However, he couldn’t grasp the idea of how Y/N was brought here in the first place. There has to be a reason or… something else he has yet to conclude.

The probability of someone being behind all of this is higher.

“If my understanding of this world is correct, it is not too far from the truth.” Her voice returns to its usual warmth, “For example, my upbringing as an Archon is due to my sister, Makoto’s passing.”

“I acted as her shadow, the one leading armies to war and ensuring the safety of her subjects. This is so she can peacefully rule over the nation, and for it to prosper eternally.”

Her gaze fell on her gloved hand. “I made a promise to fulfill our promised Eternity, no matter what it takes. However, being immortal does not equate to escaping erosion or death.”

“…This Eternity you speak of, is it similar to a kind of paradise of a perfect world to you?”

“Precisely,” She confirms. “Yet I recently came to realize how… unrealistically idealistic it is. Perhaps the Eternity my sister wished for is something far from what I once thought it was.”

Welt slowly nods.

“We are so sorry to hear of your loss…”

“You have my deepest gratitude, Mister Yang.”

Himeko knew her past. On the other hand, Welt Yang couldn’t believe how a variant of someone he knew long ago came from a different universe. Bearing the same name, same face, yet a different upbringing altogether.

A part of him felt relieved after their conversation at the parlor car. Because if they happen to meet on different sides of the world, potentially, Y/N is an unstoppable force not to be reckoned with. Her strong resolve and iron will do not define humanity's morals. Not unless there is someone far more capable of changing her resolve.

| Character Voicelines: The Nameless about Y/N |

Dan Heng | Chat: About Y/N

Miss Y/N is a capable Nameless who is well-versed in the art of polearm. The way she wields her weapon is akin to that of swordsmanship. Truthfully, I was impressed by her prowess. If the time is right, we could set aside our differences... She had been anything but kind to everyone, including me.

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Raiden Shogun | About Himeko

Himeko reminds me of someone close in my memories. Perhaps that is why I feel at ease when she is around.

Raiden Shogun | About Welt Yang

Our initial meeting may have been tumultuous, but we have come to realize a common ground between us. Welt Yang is a good strategist and voice of reason. His enthusiasm for knowledge is well regarded.

Raiden Shogun | About March 7th

Miss March reminds me of the cherry blossoms back at home. Carefree, resilient, and one who pushes through harsh winters before being reborn in spring.

Raiden Shogun | About Stelle

Miss Stelle would often provide... Interesting "dry humor jokes". So much so, she wishes to teach me some. I also enjoy the sweets she had brought from the Xianzhou Loufu, such treats have... similar tastes to that of Inazuma.

Raiden Shogun | About Caelus

...I am quite concerned for Mister Caelus sometimes. He and Miss Stelle would find souvenirs in trash cans. Is it part of youthful leisure activities these days?

Raiden Shogun | About Pom-Pom

The conductor reminds me of a dear companion of mine back home. It is endearing to know they enjoy being styled in different clothing, even if they do not admit it.

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The General Mahamatra had always been a prominent figure in the name of justice and judgment.

The ways of judgment of the Mahamatra had never been disclosed to the public. And there were but a few tales, varying from word of mouth. Therefore, being granted mercy would be a blessing in disguise.

The Mahamatra is infamously known as an unknown force never to be reckoned with.

Such a strong impression is held by those who have claimed they've encountered or witnessed the Mahamatra in action.

For centuries, the Mahamatra had been regarded as a ghost story. When they've shown an ounce of misbehavior, simply warning about the Mahamatra's name under one's breath will leave them shivering in fear. While others, the genuine fear could be felt underneath their feet. It was as if, death could be knocking on their doorstep.

The General Mahamatra worked alone and served no one. It had always been this way since the beginning of time. However, that's only the tip of the surface.

Perhaps, it's fated for a position meant for sacrifices.

Yet, such instances of devoting to someone else could potentially test the Mahamatra’s loyalty. It could be anyone, a close person dearly to their heart's content. But should never be swayed away from upholding their principles. Their mortal judgment must never be clouded.

Cyno knows of this vow to the deity who granted him freedom. A powerful being sealed within a mask buried in one of the long-forgotten temples of the desert. And it was this very being who had been inscribed within the doors of knowledge.

“Have I not forewarned you of such a consequence, child?” The voice echoed in the depths of his mind.

“I am not being led astray, my Lord.”

Cyno lifted his head in vindication, his hands kept on his side but were balled into fists. Ruby eyes glinted within the shadows of his locks as he took a step forward, bringing a hand over his heart. “With all due respect, my duty is to the crown. That is something I cannot betray—”

He may be careful with his words, yet the being felt a slight tremble in Cyno’s heart.

The being morphed into their human form. They were dressed in white and gold but with the jackal-like helmet casting a shadow over their face. Golden eyes striking down on his own. Cyno knew better than to not gaze upon their glinting rage.

“Foolish, boy!” The being snapped with bared teeth, towering over his figure. “If you allow this connection to happen, you will gradually meet your demise!”

Mortals may be selfish in their own right, yet whatever is brewing within the depths of the boy’s beating heart could very well be a mirror of the being’s past self.

“Never turn a blind eye,” They warn with disappointment washed over them. “That is beyond my teachings.”

The being faced away, craning their neck slightly to the side. “Have I made myself clear, General Mahamatra?”

Cyno, against his judgment, knelt with one knee while gripping the staff with his head hung low. Glaring down on the ground, concealing the growing tears. “Yes, my Lord.”

"...Cyno?" A soft voice called out his name.

He blinked. Nearly flinching upon feeling the touch of a gentle thumb flicking away a stray tear on his cheek. Strange, had he been crying?

A growing headache.

Cyno could barely recall how long he had been in a trance. And how you were this close in his proximity instead of being by the vanity as he remembered. Tongue-tied, is what he is feeling right now.

“How am I worthy of the touch of your highness?”

“My reason is simple,” Your voice grew firm with concern spewing out of your lips, and perhaps your heart felt the pain of witnessing his tears for the first time. “I have been calling your name, yet you do not answer.”

It was better to keep what you had seen from him. Regardless of whether he would choose to open up about it. Knowing Cyno, he may not for your sake. It is better this way.

He kept his usual composure and gripped the spear, "How may I be of your assistance, your highness?"

The sound of your chuckle is similar to tiny bells in a breeze. He tried not to be swayed. Keeping an upfront. Though Cyno knew behind closed doors, you had permitted him to be… less formal with you.

He may let his guard down towards you, and not act as the General Mahamatra. However, he must remain alert and attentive to the surroundings. Especially, the prying eyes and keen ears around the palace walls. He can never be too careless.

"Would you like to join me for an afternoon stroll in the city?" You offered, standing up from the seat to retrieve the robe on the rack.

Being cooped up in the palace often led you to long for a breath of fresh air. Feeling the warm heat of the sun, surrounded by passing people, a whole contrast to where you had resided. Such rendezvous trips to the city or venturing further into the forest is what you would’ve loved to do.

Cyno, the General Mahamatra. A man who upholds dignity and honor, and seeks out the injustices. The position grants him the authority and responsibility of ensuring the balance of judgment. Thus, fear and respect can be one or two ways.

The majority of people fear the Mahamatra himself. After hearing countless tall tales and rumors of how he judges rightfully fairly in the eyes of the beholder. The merciless General Mahamatra was appointed by the royal family.

Some might regard the Mahamatra as the royal guard dog of a certain royal.

Cyno contemplated as he bit the inside of his cheek, "But you are to wait for His Majesty and Her Majesty to return from their trip."

“They will be arriving soon.” He stated.

Tucking in the necklace and fixing the robe, then face the General with a knowing smile. "We won't get caught."

He was quick to notice the mischievous glint around your eyes. He knew you all too well with your antics.

"And you may address me as Y/N." You reminded him in reassurance. "There's no need to be formal if it's only the two of us."

Cyno sighs, still not admitting defeat. He made his way to where you stood in the bedroom, loosely gripping the spear. He leans a little closer, crimson eyes soften. Only for you.

"My love," The visible worry now clouded his gaze, "I am tasked to protect you and your family. I must ensure harm won't come in any way. I made an oath to keep my word."

"And I intend to keep it that way."

Cyno wanted to hold your hands in reassurance. But knowing there are eyes and ears everywhere in the palace, it's too risky. No matter the amount of restraint, he yearns to hold and touch you without thinking of the possible consequences.

He quickly noticed how your expression changed within a blink.

"...It wasn't my intention to hurt your feelings." Cyno clarified, holding himself back. "Perhaps, I wish to be more cautious with my actions now."

It took a while for you to respond.

"...If this is about the rumors—"

The General turned away.

"With all due respect, your highness." He says, not sparing a glance. "I do plan to meet again under the silver moon where the lilies bloom."

Her heart clings to his promise. “Until then, General.”

"I should take my leave now," Cyno announces.

Before he could take another step towards the door, a hand gripped his arm.

"Will sending my regards suffice?" You asked.

Cyno kept himself grounded. "Farewell, Princess."

You were able to pull the spear in your direction, causing Cyno to face you to the side. At first, upon reaching for the jackal-like helmet, he flinched for a moment. Until he felt your touch on his skin. Cupping his cheeks, and melting into the kiss. He lost all composure.

His eyes slowly blinked, and all the tension washed over him as tears trickled down his cheeks. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Swiftly, he turned his back to shield you away from the windows.

“Shouldn’t you be frightened of me, darling?” Chrollo questions, looking down to meet her gaze.

His hands found the warmth of her lower back, gently gripping the exposed skin. She gasps. The cold contrast of his fingertips sends shivers down her spine. She had nearly forgotten to breathe.

“Not a shiver nor a tremble from you," he muses, "Will you enlighten me?”

He whispers for only she could hear and no one else.

Underneath, he wishes to know the reason behind it all. She stayed, regardless of being held gently. These hands cupped her face whenever they kissed, making her crave for his touch.

Are the same ones that made others cower.

He wishes to know why her heart still chose him. Why she still decided to stay. If she could leave any moment, any second, any day.

The calloused yet cold hands on the warmth of skin made her grip a sleeve. Not wanting to lose control—just yet. It’s too early to feed his ego, once he easily figures out what she wants. But deep down, he already knows it by heart.

She craves for his touch. The satisfaction of desire and love. It all boils down to pure admiration and fondness.

Love is an impeccable thing.

Especially when two lovers are destined for one another. As if the universe has it all planned out for them. But not without the numerous obstacles they had to go through. Before they came to where they are now. It's still a mystery, after all.

How their story started for many. But only they knew by heart.

However, it’s too addicting for her to not crave more. How can she not? If the man standing before her is her beloved, her husband, the one who stood by her side since the very beginning. The one who vowed under the murky stars of Meteor City, promising they will live a much better life than this.

In which, they did.

Gasping a little when she felt how close she was to his beating heart. A heart that only beats for her, and only her.

For a man who bled the lives of many, his touch feels soft and gentle to hold. And she had been longing for him for a long time.

They haven't seen each other for months. Due to the busy heists with the troupe, and for her to go on solo missions. Finally, being close to each other's warmth and presence is already enough for her.

She misses him so dearly, her heart still aches for that longing of his love. The only love she always seeks and sought out for.

Her head is on spirals, finding the right words to answer. Fishing through each thought, one right after the other. But it didn’t take long for her to answer back.

“I have no reason to be.”

His silence allowed her to continue.

“For you are the man I only love and will continue to love.”

Bringing one of his hands closer to her cheek, holding it delicately with absolute care. And sealing a kiss after looking back into his dark eyes, slightly shielded by his hair. For some, perhaps they had cower in fear, never dared to look back, or held in such strong emotions. But Y/N never once did.

“These hands may have brought misfortune to others, but they gave me warmth, comfort, and safety.”

“Why would I be frightened of you?” She asked, diverting her gaze back into his own. Brows slightly furrowed in question, “You haven’t treated me any differently. You’re still the same Chrollo I knew back in Meteor City. The man that my heart will always choose.”

“For that, nothing changed between us.” Smiling in content, momentarily closing her eyes when he cups a hand over her cheek and places a gentle kiss. “So much so, you’re the only person I’d want to spend the rest of my lifetime with.”

"For all eternity if we could." She finishes.

Such a strong declaration poured from her heart. Out of sincerity and the genuine affection she holds on her softened eyes.

And for a moment he caught a glimpse of the way her eyes glimmered underneath the moonlight that cascaded down from the skies above.

Chrollo chuckles when his darling unties his bandage that had been wrapped around his forehead for some time now. Revealing the tattoo on the middle of his forehead, something she ended up getting used to from her beloved. Both of them lean closely to one another, foreheads touching, and lips barely meeting.

“And you never fail to make me speechless.” His cheeks flushed in a light shade of red, and the growing smile was enough to tell it all.

“Don't I always, my love?" Smiling into his embrace while her arms wrapped around his neck.

Chrollo could think of many reasons if Y/N were to leave unexpectedly from different circumstances. All of which had proved him wrong up until now. It wasn't because he wanted her to leave him, everyone, and everything behind. More likely due to the reason one couldn't simply realize at first glance.

He knew she's carrying his child.

A thought he hadn't thought about until he found out on his own accord. It's not because he doesn't want to be a father.

If only both of them weren't in a situation similar to this. Where he's the most wanted man leading the most dangerous and notorious group in all over Yorknew City, and Y/N being part of it all — is enough for him to grow worried over their well-being. The possibilities and outcomes—all of which were negative.

He couldn't risk the possibility of his lover being targeted by enemies. Let alone, ones who might have the slightest idea that he has a lover who also works in the Troupe. Imposing the danger she might get tangled up to.

The rest of the troupe doesn't know yet, except Pakunoda.

“My darling,” Sealing her untangled words in his lips. “My sweet darling…"

"Please stay a little longer…" She whispers in between the kisses. "Please..."

Without a reply, instead she felt her back fall on a soft material. The silky sheets of the bed they shared. Her hair splayed, flushed cheeks, and eyes clouded in lust though there's the familiar adoration and fondness they hold. That he always gets himself lost into.

Her scent, her skin, and the sweet sounds she makes. Addictingly sweet.

"I'll stay as long as you'd like," He reassures. "Allow me to take care of you tonight."

everyone knew. but they don't know exactly everything about you and him, the relationship. it's just — everyone knew. and you were content with that thought.

everyone knew gojo satoru. he holds a radiant reputation since the moment he was born in this world. everyone knew gojo satoru as a highly-regarded sorcerer; ordinary people, sorcerer, and curse alike.

you knew even before then, the whispers and gossip bouncing from one ear to another. yet, you paid them no mind. it doesn't interest you, and you have other things in life to focus on.

meeting gojo satoru, you treated him no different. even before, you hardly took a glimpse of what his world was like. being a sorcerer, born into a prestigious clan, and having to live among the ordinary and curses. it was beyond what your life is like.

the universe must've seen an unusual spark. when the two of you bump into the busy street of tokyo that day. you were running late to an appointment whereas he was in the middle of a mission. recalling the way the sun made his eyes glimmer and appear like the clear blue sky.

while gojo, geto, and shoko were waiting for the veil to gradually disappear — gojo talked about his encounter with you to his friends. "i met someone earlier, and they didn't seem to know me."

"was that why it took you long to get here?"

"oh come on, give me some slack," gojo huffs, a bit annoyed with a pout then his expression softens when a ray of warm sunlight touched his skin. "do you two think we'll see each other again?"

"don't get ahead of yourself, gojo."

gojo chose to ignore it, turning around and lifts his face and saw the sky. the daylight does feel warm for the first time.

geto and shoko leaned closer, watching their friend realizing something beyond to what he had at least expected. shoko eyes geto as she leans on his arm, "well this was unexpected."

"let's not assume right away, shoko."

"you know him better than anyone else, geto."

what made everyone in complete bewilderment? finding out gojo satoru wore a matching band on his ring finger.

whenever he's asked about the ring, he would give a heartfelt chuckle and proudly announced his spouse chose it for them.

leaving the person's jaw opened and eyes widen, if it was a complete stranger.

underneath his shirt, a necklace with your initial in carved gold. only you knew of it. and it was only for you to see, to tug, and perhaps kiss the cool metal in most intimate nights where he often shivers under the drastic warm contrast.

everyone spontaneously found out about the relationship in the most unexpectedly bizzare ways.

but only few had originally known before the gossip spreads. his students, and the closest, trusted people between you and him. yet, they only knew much in broad context: being together and living in a quiant place.

you enjoy the peaceful life outside of the world you were born into. you enjoy the tranquility it offers, and you intend to stay that way. what matters most for you is being able to be by your lover's side, and be content with the life you're spending with him for the rest of your lifetimes.

the gold plated bracelet you wore has his initial engraved in it. a nod to his necklace. and for satoru, he often finds himself bringing your hand closer to his cheek, offering a kiss, and gently wrapping his with your own wrists on nights he often melts under your warmth.

"good morning to you too, satoru." your cheeks flushed and felt the heat rising from the tips of your ears. you knew how affectionate he can be, especially within the privacy of your shared home. "do you have any breakfast ideas?"

satoru pulls you closer to his warmth, revelling on the pure bliss of the early morning. a soft hum came from his lips, eyes barely opening from the remnants of sleep. he then leans closely to kiss your forehead, "good mornin' darling,"

"i can have my breakfast now, you know." he says while rubbing soft circles on your lower back. even at this hour, he was able to bring out this side of him.

"and you know what i think?" you lean closely with a smile adorned in your lips.

he waits patiently for you to continue.

lightly pushing him away, rising up from the bed and stretched your arms. "let's cook downstairs, how does that sound?"

gojo satoru, your beloved husband, lets out a chuckle while nodding. "c'mere, can we at least cuddle first? the bed is cold, and your dear husband is in need of your kisses."

playfully rolling your eyes, scooting closer to him as you gently tug on the golden chained necklace. your finger touching the letter initial. "and i thought you'd be tired from last night, my love?"

his arms found your waist, and even while he was fondly, and lovingly gazing on you — there's this glimmer of mischief. "never would i be, and feel tired around you. and if i ever was, i'd be the idiot."

"love, talk to me." he carefully scans your gaze and how your body is reacting.

you heave out a sigh, "i dreamt about it again."

worry instantly fuels his mind and heart, he kept a good distance while being close. in case you needed a little space to breathe. and he knew exactly what it was.

"hey," your husband softly calls out to you. "if you want to let it out, i'm here. if you want to calm your heart and mind, you can—"

you went straight into his arms, your feet against your chest, and your arms wrapping around his neck. your head rested against him, close to where you could feel and hear his soft heartbeat.

and gojo held you close, resting his head too. he kept quiet, letting you take your time to soothe the growing, aching memory.

and moments like this, is something you never asked for. he just... knows it. and knew you needed to feel safe, and secure.

Eternity is but a fleeting ambition far beyond a mere mortal's reach.

But to an Archon, only one had the willingness to challenge the impossible feat. Preserving an unchanging eternity within a nation to fulfill a promise.

However, consequences were inevitable.

The Eternity that the Electro Archon had longed for—was anything but the cruelty of time. Losing those dearest to her heart, had only fueled the cold electricity coursing through her veins. A strong surge of emptiness was left, and nothing more, nothing less.

A part of her did die, alongside the departed from this world.

Was this the Eternity she had desired? She often wondered. A sentiment she could not get rid off easily. It kept gnawing her mind into oblivion, and for what felt like an eternity.

No one had forewarned such emptiness. Such a cost she could only bear its weight and not allow anyone else.

It wasn't anything like she had imagined. Not even close. This isn't what she had promised to them. No.

There must be another way. There has to be.

Upon drawing the blade of her polearm, the low rumble of thunder was heard. Dark masses of clouds toppled each other, turning the once moonlit sky darker than it once was. Clashes of lightning violently struck the ground. Nearly splitting another island in half. Only then had the Electro Archon glare down from where she stood on top of the roof of the temple. Glaring down in Inazuma, the nation of eternity.

Her promised eternity.

No mortal had dared to question or challenged their Archon. As death will only await their doorstep if they do. It'll be unwise to defy her orders.

Afterall, the nation regarded her as the Almighty, Narukami Ogosho. The Raiden Shogun. The Archon of Eternity.

However, it had been centuries since the last time their Archon stepped outside of the Plane of Euthymia. A sealed off space where Y/N confined herself to. Despite the grieving years she went through, her undying past kept her in the dark for far too long.

Unexpectedly, being thrust into an unknown world beyond Teyvat was not part of it.

—The Express | Before the Anti Legion Incident at Herta Space Station.

Three must pay a price.

Dan Heng rose from the bed. His heart beating against his tight chest, cold buds of sweat running down the sides of his cheeks, and shaky breaths. He loosened the grip on the blanket once he had calmed himself down.

It's that recurring nightmare… again.

Staring down on the moving ripples of water, and for a moment he found it peaceful. In the midst of it all, the unnerving chaos clouding his mind. No matter how many times he dared not to remember, it always finds it way. Taunting him.

The echoes of his past were left behind, hidden underneath his shadow. And though he strives to go forward, a part of him is terrified to face it.

Knock. “Dan Heng!” Knock. “Please, wake up!” Knock. “We need you—!”

March lets out a small shriek in surprise when the door slid open. Revealing a half-asleep yet puzzled Dan Heng. He stood by the open doorway, staring at March in honest bewilderment hidden in his usual calm composure.

There's only one thing on his mind right now: what could be important for March to wake him up in the middle of the night?

He draws out a tired sigh and folds his arms, meeting her gaze for a moment. “March, what's the situation at this late hour?”

The least he can do is to figure out what was happening. He finds it unusual for her to wake him up at this hour.

March clasped her hands tightly as her shoulders went up. There was not a smile adorning her face, and her eyes weren't twinkling either. Her eyes didn't wander, but her lips quiver. Dan Heng takes notice of the sudden change in her aura—and it wasn’t because of him. It had to be something else.

“March—” He was about to ask her again, hoping to receive an answer. But she quickly interrupted.

“W-We need you.” Her voice sounded small but not out of fright.

The boy didn't need to think twice.

“Lead the way, March.”

Following March to the Infirmary, his mind began to flood with thoughts. Though he had no idea what was really going on, it all seemed familiar to him. When Himeko woke him up after she and Welt brought March to the Express years ago.

“A portal suddenly appeared on the Express,” March began to fill in the details. “Pom-Pom had no clue how it was possible, they double checked the security and it wasn’t detected either.”

“Is everyone safe?”

“Yes, the Crew wasn't harmed,” March confirms, “Mr. Yang and Himeko thought it was the Anti-Legion… but it wasn't an ambush or an attack.”

“It brought a sleeping woman, and they rushed her to the infirmary.”

He blinked. A woman?

An undetected portal… and a woman. Finding a probable connection needs more evidence to support it. He couldn't pinpoint on the spot, and chose to not dwell into his own past. The possibilities of her coming from the Loufu are closed off.

No one there knew where he went.

Despite the wave of worries toppling over his mind, he brushes them off. If this, however, is a connection to his… past—he would've known. But there was no tight feeling nor a sudden wave of uncertain danger.

“Do they know her?” He asked.

“No…” March pauses for a moment. “Himeko says the woman couldn't be a Stellaron Hunter either.”

“And if she was from my past, I would’ve also felt something.” March adds, her eyes were a little hopeful but her smile says otherwise.

Dan Heng could only nod.

As much as he trusts the Crew's judgment, he knows well they should stay vigilant and alert if anything happens.

Once they approached the Infirmary, the two went inside. And it was Mr. Yang and Pom-Pom who greeted them.

“D-Dan Heng, March!” Pom-Pom's ears perked up and they clung to Mr. Yang's knee.

Mr. Yang faces them with a sigh of relief, confirming the safety of Dan Heng and March. Further concluding his theory, the sleeping woman have no connection to any faction within this universe. In terms of face value is vaguely familiar but not entirely.

“March told me what happened,” Dan Heng begins, gaze focused on Mr. Yang while trying not to take a glimpse of the sleeping woman. “Mr. Yang, is everything alright? How did a portal appeared right inside of the express undetected?”

Welt folded his arms on his chest while holding the cane, slightly leaning towards it as he ponders for a moment. Rather, debating with himself whether to speak of a second theory he had thought of or not laying it out on the table right away. Considering how Dan Heng and March were waiting for him to speak — Dan Heng’s worried but firm gaze and March’s puzzled expression — the man sighs in defeat. Praying to the Aeons what he’ll about to speak of is exactly not what he expects it to be.

“...My theory still needs more evidence, but I can only think that she's not entirely from this universe.” Welt finally muster up the courage to tell them, mentally preparing himself from the upcoming questions they may have.

“The portal did looked liked a black hole at first…” March mutters to which Welt caught of her words.

“A function of a portal isn’t similar to a black hole. Therefore, something or someone would’ve been powerful enough to recreate a portal out of nothing to cast an individual away from where they came from. In this case, such possibility requires enough force to significantly increase the success rate of traveling to a different dimension or space of time.”

“This isn’t to say it’s impossible, but in theory–”

March slightly tilts her head with a pout with her fist close to her chin while Dan Heng was processing what he had heard. It was evident for Dan Heng there were gears turning and churning coming up with probable answers whereas March gave Mr. Yang a surprised look.

“So, what you’re trying to say Mr. Yang… you had done it before?” March blurts out.

Mr. Yang covers his mouth and lets out an awkward cough, shutting his eyes while dismissing the subject. “In theory, it might be possible.”

“But such possibility of doing so is indeed dangerous, March.” Welt pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. “It’s unwise to defy the rules of the passage of the universe, let alone challenging its limits.”

March slowly nods. “We understand Mr. Yang… thanks for sharing your thoughts about what happened.”

“Both of you can talk to Himeko when you’re ready,” Welt reassures them then diverts his attention back to the conductor. “And, Pom-Pom?”

The conductor tilts their neck and gives him a nod. “Don’t worry Welt, we can double check the security footage once we’ve settled the situation at hand. For now, you do need some rest.” 

March turns to face Dan Heng with widen eyes and slightly raised brows after Welt walks away. She whispers, “Mr. Yang is… acting kinda strange or is it just me?”

Dan Heng heaves out a long sigh, folding his arms as he gave a short nod to her. “It’s not for us to assume he is, but he did seemed a little shaken up.”

“A little?”

“March, please keep your voice down. They might hear us–”

“What he told us might be true then?”

“I’m not — sure if it is the truth.” He places his hand over his face, shaking his head.

“You hesitated–” She blinks at him in little amusement to lighten up the mood. He was definitely caught off guard by her question.

It happened within a blink of an eye.

A sudden flash appeared which nearly blinded everyone if they didn’t covered their eyes in time. Dan Heng places his hand in front of them with his other arm unsheathing his polearm, ready to protect. March pulled out her bow and arrow to aim as she provided a defensive shield made out of Six-Phased Ice. Welt was beside Himeko staring down at the source with his hand ready to unleash his synthesized Black Hole whereas Himeko was the only one looking unfazed.

The woman, despite being found unconscious earlier, held the curved tip of the polearm with sharp elegance. Stormy gaze furrowed even when dark strands of hair fell. It was reminiscent of darkening clouds carrying rumbling thunder and clashes of lightning — enough to cause heavy typhoons and raging winds. But the question remains whether or not she’s an actual threat?

“State your query.” Her voice held such profound authority, yet the langage she spoke of was nothing alike what any of the Crew came across from their Trailblazing journey.

Himeko offered a warm smile and held out her hand in an attempt of reassurance, “You must be frightened to see unfamiliar faces, correct?”

Beside her, Welt managed to calm his thoughts and faced the cane away from the woman. But kept his guard up in case anything happens to the Crew, to Himeko. He couldn’t risk another… unexpected turn of events to unfold right in front of him.

For a split moment, the woman felt surprised. The red haired woman before her was half correct, yet it wasn’t close to reassuring her building worries. Y/N has no idea as to why she was in an unknown place outside of her Plane of Euthymia.

Himeko then adds, “Please lower the blade, we will explain everything we could as of the moment in the best of our abilities.”

Dan Heng unsheathed his polearm, and March deactivated her shield and hid her bow and arrow. Yet March held unto her friend’s arm tightly, she was evidently shaking in fear. Dan Heng steps in front, allowing March to hid behind his back as she took her time to calm her beating heart and troubled thoughts.

Himeko gestures with her hand to lower the blade and Y/N felt hesitated at first. Both knew they cannot lower their guard completely. But after noticing there was not an ounce of intentional hostility from the red-haired woman, Y/N understood to slightly lower the polearm but still held a firm grip.

Y/N scanned the unfamiliar area she is currently in. A well-lit white room with a few resting areas and thick curtains, in one corner sat 3 sets of cabinets with shelves, and a large open window to a vast darkness. It was unlike in the Plane of Euthymia nor the Inazuma from her memory.

If only she has an ounce of familiarity along with the language, she wouldn’t have drawn her blade.

Himeko pulled everyone in a corner to discuss the current situation of their unexpected visitor. Though she was well aware of the evident surprised, bewildered, and displeased looks they wore after being held in blade-point. However, based on her intuition, the woman was about as frightened as anyone would be in her position right now — being thrusted into an unfamiliar place and waking up with unfamiliar places. It only reminded her… of March when she recovered from the Six-Phased Ice years ago.

“Everyone, we must welcomed and treat her as a guest to the Express.” Pom-Pom was the first to speak up, turning to gaze at Himeko knowingly with a reassured smile. “Before we decide on the majority vote, let us hear what Himeko has to say.”

“Let’s help her return home,” Her gaze filled with hope and determination. “For the meantime, we will help her adjust because everything is new to her. It includes teaching the ways of the Trailblaze and our language as a good start.”

March steps forward with her hand out, “I gotta say… I got scared at first but, thinking of it now… it did reminded me when I first got here with everyone. She and I have something in common.”

Himeko nods appreciatively.

Welt stepped forward with his hand out too, looking at Himeko as he spoke. “...March is right and their situations are uncannily similar, and it wouldn’t hurt to try… as long as there will be no fighting among the Crew.”

Himeko gave Welt a nod as a thank you.

“What about you, Dan Heng?” Pom-Pom asks.

"Can I have some time to think about it first?"

The boy placed his hand over his heart. An indication he was not ready to decide right away. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest.

Perhaps he was frightened when the blade was pointed at Himeko.

"Let us know when you're ready to make a decision, Dan Heng," Himeko reassures with a smile.

“I’ll take my leave, everyone.” Dan Heng bids farewell.

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of her gaze. He could barely breathe from its cold intensity.

Yet, he wonders how such emptiness envelops her whole being.

—Character Voice Lines: The Nameless about Y/N |.

Himeko | About Y/N

Behind the seemingly unfazed and calm nature lies someone who has… an unspoken past she carries on her shoulders. It still baffles me how much she had been through before meeting us. Hopefully, in time, she will find the peace she longs for and realize she’s no longer alone.

Himeko | More about Y/N

I found it interesting when she tried coffee. I appreciate her honesty as she does prefer it in a sweeter version. Which reminds me… I should order more packs of sweeteners for her.

Welt Yang | About Y/N

…I recall our first meeting was unpleasant. But she and I are on good terms now, don’t worry. After getting to know her, I found myself… seeing her in a new light. She has her own ways of expressing her thoughts and emotions.

March 7th | About Y/N

I remembered my favorite first memory with Miss Y/N. When I offered her to try the sweets, her eyes lit up! It was a nice change of pace while hearing her talk about what she likes back home. It's nice to think it made her happy.

at the beginning of the relationship, it was a secret between you and him. and no one else knew.

the news truly surprised any of the people who knew both of you. itadori yuuji and l/n y/n are together for a while. and they were exceptionally good at hiding it for as long as the truth uncovered itself.

why? other than itadori and y/n being complete opposites, what baffled everyone is h o w they got together as a couple.

the only true assumption was: yuuji and y/n first met during the inter-school event.

but, how they really met is still a mystery.

itadori yuuji, being known as sukuna's vessel is treasuring the time he has with the important people in his life during the present. and his execution is only being delayed due to the situation he's currently in.

l/n y/n, a young sorcerer under the care of utahimē after being rescued from a tragic past. due to the inherited family cursed technique, y/n had sworn to never use it. no matter what it costs.

as the relationship progresses, it was only during their 2nd year that yuuji and y/n decided to live together.

if there's one thing to keep in mind: y/n always wears specialized gloves on a daily basis. this is to prevent any unnecessary situations that will lead to triggering the inherited cursed technique. which leads the victim to be paralyzed leading to their own deaths.

Yuuji's (and Sukuna's) Journal Entry #57

Y/N's been acting a little... distant lately. I'm not really sure if it had something to do with me... did I do anything recently that might've upset them? In any way?

Was the drink order not to their liking? Did I cook something they did not like? Hmm... I can't overthink about this too much. It's best to talk to Y/N and meet up in person. I should arrange a hangout sometime around next week if I'm free from training.

Idiot, why are you dense—

Yuuji's (and Sukuna's) Journal Entry #83

I saved enough money and sewn a new pair of gloves for Y/N for their birthday.

It's currently past 3 AM and how the hell am I still awake if I'll be meeting them tomorrow— no, tonight, now!

This is probably because of how excited I am to give them something that could make them smile... I really love seeing Y/N smile...

I will treasure Y/N's smile in my heart.

Why are you still awake at this forsaken hour?

Yuuji's (and Sukuna's) Journal Entry #115

My wish on New Years Eve is for us to know each other a little more every day, as cheesy as it sounds. And protect Y/N's smile.

Yuuji's (and Sukuna's) Journal Entry #155

I can't believe I'm writing this for the brat. Y/N gave him homemade chocolate chip cookies, and the brat ended up... crying while he was eating them. Humans displaying their emotions by such small gestures... are still a newfound feeling.

This is the first time the kid had shown this... "new" side of him.

Q/A with the JJK Cast!

Q: What were your first and current impressions of Yuuji and Y/N?

Gojo: Yuuji-kun reminds me of a golden retriever puppy. He still is, until now~ Yuuji-kun is a bright kid, but I never want to restrain him from the freedom of being a human.

My first impression of Y/N is how they reminds me of when Utahime was around her age. After getting to know Y/N, mostly through Yuuji-kun, I can only hope they are able to find a healthier way to handle themselves, not just the family cursed technique.

Utahime: I hate to admit it, but I do agree with what Gojo had said about one of his students. And my current impression of that young man now is changing.

As for... one of my students, Y/N had indeed made a drastic change over the course of years I've known them. I do believe they're in their own pace, but the unresolved conflict is still present.

Nobara: I consider Yuuji as one of the people I care about deeply, but don't tell him that. We've known each other for a time now. Even if he can be an idiot at times, I know he means well, and is still healing.

When I first encountered Y/N with Miwa, I used to think they were calculated but not too easy-going. Like, it takes time to really know them as a person? Yes, my impression of them did changed. Actually, Y/N and I are planning to shop at Roponggi this weekend and eat sushi!

Miwa: My first impression of Yuuji was only how cool he was during the baseball game. Now, I do consider him a great person and also he gives golden retriever vibes, especially around Y/N~

Ah! Speaking of, I love Y/N and they're my best friend. We actually clicked during the first month of training when we were 1st Years. They're also my sparring buddy~ and yes, of course! I support their relationship with Yuuji, they're actually the cutest couple!!

Bonus Appearance!