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Warnings - MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS, eavesdropping, reader is called Mommy, Mama. FEM! Reader
Rainy days were the bane of your husband Kyojuroâs existence. He hated it when the world was all dark and gloomy, he disliked even more the thickness of the fog that settled after a good rain. But he knew it was some of your favorite weather, another day you would spend on the Engawa with your daughter. Hinata had grown out of being a daddy's girl as she was closer to turning 4 now. She had stuck herself to your side and decided she wasnât ever going to spend her days sitting by the front door in the mornings, head still messed up from tossing around in her sleep as she waited for her father to show up. Now she was your loyal daughter, sitting with you as you enjoyed listening to the rain roll through.
âThen Daddy and I went running to the nearest store, hoping we could get out of the rain because we couldnât get sick. Daddy had work to do and I had you to take care of! Luckily Uncle Zoo lived really close by so me and your daddy decided that we would hold our baskets over our heads and run all the way there!â Hinata was giggling as you animatedly talked about your own time stuck in the rain, down at the market while shopping for dinner. Â
âYou're silly! You were all wet! Uncle Zoo was probably so mad!â you shook your head.
âNo! he was wet as well! He was at the springs when it rained! We looked like frogs!â Her laughs were heavier as you puffed up your cheeks to mimic a frog.
âDaddy looks like a Tiger. I think youâre a fox mom. You are cute like them and they like to play.â Hinata was nodding to herself, confirming her own thoughts as though they were the best thing she has said. Although rainy days were grim and sad to be in, Kyojuro found joy in listening to you and your daughter talk. There was a warmth that settled in his chest listening to the two of you talk and giggle amongst each other. When you face the fact that you may die you find yourself worrying about the ones you leave behind and he couldnât bear the thought of you being alone with Hinata. But if anything were to happen, he knew now that you could handle it, the bond between mother and daughter couldnât be broken and it was very obvious as he hid behind the door and listened as you talked about different animals and who Hinata had decided everyone was.
âWhat kind of animal do you think you are Hinata?â The little girl sat back, her long blonde and red braid moving off of her shoulder as she got lost in her own thoughts. You sat patiently, watching as she decided herself.
âA bobcat! They are fierce and cool just like daddy but they are very cute and they are good moms, just like you mama. Plus uncle zoo says that even he's afraid of bobcats and I know heâs afraid of meâ Her chest was puffed with pride and she faked a little growl, but it sounded more like the noises she made after stuffing her face at dinner.
âYou want to be fierce like daddy? You think heâs fierce?â
âAnd cool Mama, he goes like woosh and wapow and tututut when he practices, and even Tanjiro canât beat him. Plus he has cool eyebrowsâ You laughed at her last statement, having to agree. He did have some very cool eyebrows. Â She stood abruptly. âYou think he can teach me to do it?â
âDo what sweetheart?â She looked into the house, suddenly shy that her father was standing there listening. Little did she know he was around the corner.
âto fight like woopah, blam!â She mimicked sword fighting, adding many sound effects as she ran around the engawa.
âHow about if he says yes you wait until your 8 to learn how to fight like that? That seems like a lot of action for one household and Daddy is still training Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke a lotâ She slumped back down next to you, crawling into your lap for warmth.
âyeah, I guessâ She was disappointed at your answer, deciding instead to bury herself in the comfort you provided her.
âKyojuro, my love, can you come here!â you called out, watching the open door for signs of the man himself. He poked his head around the corner, revealing his position to you. âCome here, you little eavesdropper. Just because you have war injuries doesnât mean I can't yell at you for sneaking aroundâ He chuckled, getting up to move closer. He leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead and patting our daughter's head as he sat next to you, immediately pulling you to his side.
âI donât sneak around, I was simply listening to the rain while staying dry.â You were unamused, he would never enjoy the rain like you did, you both knew that.
âHinata wants to learn, what was it Hinata?â You looked down at the little girl who stared directly at her father, gold and red eyes staring into a matching pair.
âyour fighting, when you and the boys run around and play with swords. Mom said I have to wait until I'm 8 though!â Kyojuro laughed, patting around the jeweled eyepatch Tengen had gifted him last year âwe match now!â he said as Kyojuro stared. Now it was his favorite one to wear. He looked down at his daughter, her unwavering gaze and her stubbornness that could match a bull's. She was so much like him yet so much like you, she would make an excellent swordsman. Running his hand over the eyepatch he sported, hiding his permanently damaged and scarred eye, one of the many scars he sported from his time as a swordsman, he couldnât help but feel dread at the thought of his daughter facing even close to the same dangers, injury, and horrors he has faced. He couldnât even bare the thought of her not returning one day. You had already been put through so much raising Hinata for her first year b yourself while Kyojuro healed from wounds that should have killed him. He was lucky, but what if Hinata wasnât? He couldnât lose her, he couldnât let you lose her.
âI would like to wait until you are 15. I donât want you to waste all your fun learning how to swing a sword. We can still run around and learn how to fight though! Like the big bag lion king RAHHH!â Kyjuro roared! Scooping your daughter out of your arms as he imitated âthe lion kingâ âNow princess Hinata! You are stuck with me! I have captured you away from the kingdom of Mommy! You shall never escape me or my castle! Mwahahahaâ He cackled menacingly, walking backward, holding Hinata on his shoulder as she giggled wildly.
âHelp me, Mommy! Heâs going to keep me!!â She squealed, bursting into a fit of giggles as Kyojuro tickled her sides.
âNo! Not Princess Hinata!! Unhand her you nasty beast!â Kyojuro cackled again, swinging hinata around with ease as he ran to the end of the engawa
âI will never unhand her! She is mine to keep, there is nothing you can do!â You waltzed up to your husband, watching carefully as he moved Hinata to sit on his hip.
âNothing I can do? Not even a kiss from a beautiful queen can get you to give her back?â you were batting your eyelashes at him, adding emphasis to your words as you leaned in to claim his lips in a kiss. Before he could deepen the kiss you were already pulling Hinata out of his arms.
âEw mamaâ You giggled as Hinata snuggled into your shoulder
âNooo! Princess Hinata!! Now I have to live in my cave all alone! All by myselfâ Kyojuro fake cried into his sleeve, exaggerated loud cries as he shook along with each cry as he slumped to his knees. Hinata wiggled, kicking at you until you put her down so she could walk up to her father.
âMr. Beast. You can live with Mommy, shes really pretty and she makes really good Tempura and even little cakesâ Kyojuro looked up from his sleeve, a smile already on his lips.
âOkay! Come on!â she watched him get up before taking his hand and leading him back to where you stood.
âHe wants to eat Tempura with us!â she cheered. Hoping this means you will actually feed them Tempura and maybe if she's super lucky, theyâll get cake as well.
Listen to the LFS playlist / RFS playlist (all fic playlists get updated even to this day!!)
Word Count: ~3300
Warnings: none
A/N: Y'all...I'm so happy to be here, immersed in this new series. I began writing this back in April after I, seemingly out of thin air, came up with a foundation that seemed solid enough to even attempt writing a sequel to my beloved LFS. Ever since I finished that fic, I thought that one day, I might return for more. I have a very hard time letting any series go and LFS was truly a momentous project in my life--the fact that so many people have read it and continue to read it brings me so much joy, I can't even tell you.
Having been a fan of GVF for about five years now, I do feel a lot of sentimentality and nostalgia surrounding the band, the music and definitely my own fics, too, particularly all my series. I can still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I was mapping out certain pieces of them in my mind. I felt a huge rush of nostalgia recently when I revisited my city's planetarium for a star show, which was a huge source of inspiration for LFS, and I realized that it was literally this same month, August, in 2019 that I was just finishing up the first 8 chapters of LFS, not even planning on making it a 30-something part series (LOL!). You'll see, if you read, that some of these feelings find their way into RFS. This isn't because it's a self-insert fic, rather that's inspired by how much this fandom has seen, experienced and grown over the years. I imagine my friends and readers who were back there in the pre-pandemic GVF era can relate to some level of nostalgia. A big theme in RFS is change. I think we all can absolutely relate to that, too. One thing remains the same though--this is a love story, through and through.
This probably seems like major overkill to introduce fan fiction but this is how I feel. Many of my old GVF friends have moved on in some way or another and I've often felt alone the past few years with still being so tethered to this group of beautiful, silly, fascinating boys that spark so much joy and fantasy for all of us. So, as always, thank you so, so much for reading my fics. I really hope you enjoy
P.S. I am cross-posting to wattpad (comments bring me life!)
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I was getting lost in the pictures of Alaskaâdeep, shiny blue water, towering, white-capped mountains, a vivid stream of neon green in the Aurora Borealis, lush green forests. Even enormous, graceful whales surfacing, their tails nearly popping out of my screen as I unconsciously leaned in closer, hovering over my desk. I blinked hard as I turned my attention to the next picture that had been emailed over to meâa huge white ship, lined with windows that seemed endlessâand huffed, shifting in my squeaky second-hand office chair. I didnât even have a true desire to go on a cruise or even go to Alaska, but the neverending research into foreign lands nagged at me, reminded me that it felt like a very a long time since Iâd been anywhere new. At least not anywhere exciting, really.Â
I grabbed my phone and opened the gallery to scroll through the last trip Josh and I had been on. Itâd been a long weekend about nine months prior, which reminded me that it wasnât all that long ago at all but it still felt like ages since returning to the normalcy of day to day life. It had been a gorgeous summer excursion where weâd had a comfortable, clean hotel room, a warm pool and three nights out all to ourselves, and I found myself yearning for that freedom and escapism again. Plus the sunshine and heat. Michigan winters persisted, long and brutal, and we hadnât broken through into any real spring weather until just the past week, which had at least given Sam a nice birthday. Josh and Jakesâ birthday was coming up fast. I thought itâd be nice to do something for them, with all of usâgo somewhere for real again, all four of us, run amok in a hotel or airbnb. Or just have a nice dinner together followed by bar-hopping. Whatever the twins wanted, really.Â
The picture Iâd secretly snapped of Josh in our hotel room wandering out of the bathroom completely naked save for a towel twirled around his head came up after a dual selfie of us at the pool and I laughed loudly to myself, throwing my hand to my mouth. Iâd nearly forgotten about so many of the little moments. It was so easy to forget when time kept slipping by like the wind, each good moment gone in the blink of an eye and each bad moment suspended in the air until something else came along, and the minutes turned to days and the days turned to weeks and months and before I even knew it, years had gone by and it felt like nothing and everything had changed all at once.Â
Next I scrolled to a picture of the best breakfast Iâd ever had, this amazing brie-stuffed French toast with a warm berry compote and housemade whipped cream, then the picture of Joshâs breakfast, which had been a skillet full of chorizo, bell peppers, eggs and queso that heâd deemed to be âorgasmic.â My stomach clenched in response and I looked at my phone clock, suddenly eager for dinner once again. My hours were almost up with 5 p.m. creeping on me and my mind turned its attention to Josh and Iâs relatively new Friday night ritualâbinging on Chinese and watching the most obscure, nonsensical horror movie we could find. With that, I swiveled around to stretch my legs in the sun through the window and pulled up the menu on my phone, trading pictures of Alaskan mountains for pictures of fried dumplings and greasy lo mein; a few seconds later, a very appropriate text popped up:
Hey mama, Iâm gonna be a little late tonight. Want me to pick up dinner on the way home?
Yes please. Whatâs your ETA?
8ish? Whatâs on the menu tonight?
Iâm gonna do the orange chicken and an egg roll. Wanna share some crab rangoon?
yes I do. What about dumplings?
obviously!Â
;) see you soonÂ
Iâd need something to hold myself over until Josh got home, though I was glad to have this part of our routine to look forward to. Stability was important and even Josh had come to understand that more and more. I turned my attention back to Alaska, mulling over the images and cycling through words in my head that I could bring to the page and entice people with, as if cruises needed more promotional materials and marketing to bring in profit. They were relatively cheap, all-inclusive and easy for people to handle and reminding myself of this made me bitter all over againâwhy couldnât my company make one of their perks a free trip for employees once a year? I didnât know their exact state of finances but I bet it could be done. They just didnât want to. And the irony was that they didnât pay most of their employees enough to take extravagant trips of their own.
Whatever. There were other, more important things I told myself, getting up to stretch and find something from the fridge or snack cupboard. In 32 more minutes I could clock out and put these wild places out of my head for a bitâthe weather called for a long walk somewhere.
It was the nicest day weâd had so far, which I fully realized once I was driving and headed out to a familiar, easy forest trail Josh and I often did together on the weekends. But we had a busy weekend coming up, actually. We desperately needed to stock up on groceriesâmy most recent find of an old packet of peanuts as my last snack was testament to thatâand then the boys had a show at Waterstreet. Sunday wouldnât be as funâmy sister was repainting the entire interior of her new house and had somehow roped Josh and I into helping, in part because we were just that nice, according to Josh anyway, and also because she let each of us pick one color for one room each. Josh had chosen a shade of dusky desert red for the den and Iâd chosen something called âspring morning,â a pale lilac, for the powder room, which seemed pretty fitting for the time of year she was making these renovations.Â
The trail was bustling, which I wasnât surprised by, and much of my walk was spent nodding and smiling to other people passing by. The break in weather was infectious for all of us in the areaâeveryone seemed to be in better moods finally, myself included even despite the gripes I had with work and money and everything else. Sometimes it felt like just yesterday that Josh and I were lying on our backs in the deep black night, gazing up at infinite stars and trying to come up with material for that poetry class that had been the catalyst to bring us together. The warm sun above me while I continued down the dirt path also reminded me of days past, of the first hike Josh and I ever had together when we both stripped down to our feelings, laughed, kissed through sweat, and had decided that was it. Weâd made a lot of decisions over the years, so many that I felt like I hadnât even noticed some of them, but Iâd never decided to let fog cloud my memories. I hated that it happened regardless. And sometimes I absolutely hated what changes all the decisions had led to. I wanted to go back in time every once in a while to relive those moments and those days and it made my heart ache to know I couldnât. Josh would assure me that the future would be just as goodâand sometimes even betterâthan what those memories had to offer.Â
And he was often right. Life was good, and I reminded myself of that as I narrowly avoided tripping over an obtuse rock sticking out of the dirt, it was just more challenging now. There was no school to fall back onâI hadnât realized how much of a safety net that had really been at the timeâand less free time. There were more financial worries. More pressures in life. But if nothing else, I had the best people in my life possible; if nothing else, Josh and I were rock solid. He didnât let a week go by without reminding me that we were soulmates and I agreed wholeheartedlyâno matter what might happen, weâd have each other.Â
After my walk, I thought about running our necessary errands on my own but ultimately decided thatâd be a deviation in routine I didnât want to make. Josh was the best person to go grocery shopping with, being surprisingly focused and deliberate in his choices. He also was the best at picking out produce, somehow always able to discern which fruit was just the right amount of ripe, and he was good at finding the best deals. He was the coupon cutter, which always made me laugh, and I was the one who followed instinct more than the list we mutually made the day before. I would get caught up in being frivolous, more often than not tossing special treats into the cart that I couldnât excuse beyond something like, âCome on, you like them tooâ to which Josh would agree with his cheeky little grin.Â
And that same grin was on his face later that night when he came home with the bag bursting with Chinese takeout. His voice and the smell of soy sauce and that syrupy orange stuff made me hop up from the couch, excited for all the things, but mostly him.
Josh gave a little groan as he headed into the kitchen, his backpack still over his shoulders while he carried the white plastic bag in his right hand and his keys in his left. âSorry Iâm late,â he said, shuffling and rustling all the way out of my sight. âStephanie needed extra timeâsheâs having trouble with the new cameras. And to be fair, they do have a steep learning curve. You remember how much trouble I had with them last week?âÂ
I followed him in, taking the bag out of his hand so he could zip back out and discard his keys and backpack. âWhich one is Stephanie again? The one whoâs obsessed with âfilm noir?ââÂ
Josh chuckled from beyond the walls before appearing again, pink-cheeked and smiling. âYeah, thatâs her. And thatâs another thingâIâm gonna have to review how these cameras even film in black and white because for the life of me I canât remember right now.âÂ
âDoes she have any movie recs?â I asked as I opened a cupboard to get plates. âWe gotta figure out what weâre watching tonight.â
âWhat about Night of the Reaper? You havenât seen that one yet.â
âYeah, but you've seen it,â I replied, wagging a pair of chopsticks at him. âThatâs like, cheating. We gotta watch something we both havenât seen.â
âWeâll find something.â Josh moved in close and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek and my heart flutteredâit always did. âWhat about you? Whatâd you get up today in my absence?â
âI went to the Hemlock Trail. It was busy,â I told him while we both plated our respective dishes, my stomach growling. âIt was nice though. Looks like weâre gonna have good weather for your birthday.â
âThat would be ideal but Iâm going to be cautiously optimistic. Last year we had snow, remember?â
âYeah, like a dusting,â I said with a little laugh, purposefully knocking my hip into his. âIâm gonna be blatantly optimistic and say itâll be good. And we still gotta figure out what you wanna do.â
âWe'll figure it out, my love.â Josh led the way to the living room and sank into the couch which we could have probably done with replacing; he set his can of sparkling water on the end table then grabbed the remote. âIâm so excited for these dumplings. I donât care if itâs cat food.â
âThey do kind of taste like cat food, donât they?â I concurred, settling down on the other side of the couch. I put my plate on the coffee table in front of us and pulled it closer.Â
âThey smell like cat food, too,â Josh said, picking a dumpling up between his pair of chopsticks. âI donât mind. Theyâre fucking delicious.âÂ
âI really donât get how youâve always known how to use chopsticks,â I remarked, opting for a fork instead to pierce my own dumpling while Josh fished through the cushions for the remote as he chewed. âItâs not fair.â
âIâve tried to teach you, doll.â
âAnd I havenât learned, so either youâre a shit teacher or Iâm a shit student.â
Josh laughed and swatted my arm with the remote. âHush! Iâll have you know that my students love me.â
I nodded, chewing. âSo Iâm a shitty student after all.â
âYou are not. Thereâs a learning curve to chopsticks too, ya know.â Josh took another bite of his dumpling then leaned forward, peering at the TV. âOkay, soâwhatâre we watching?â
I followed his scrolling through our shared list of choices while I tackled the orange chicken. âWhat about that one?â I asked when he paused on the title Devilâs Ground. âIt looks pretty obscure. 1983, a director Iâve never heard of, looks grainy and weird.â
âItâs been on our list forever,â Josh said, clicking the play button. âLetâs give it a shot.â
The movie really did turn out to be obscureâthe protagonist was a teenage girl who finds an old well in the middle of the woods and climbs down into it, for some reason believing that her missing brother would be down there. Josh and I chided about the already well-known fairytale parallels, except in this movie the girl encountered creatures in the world beyond the well even weirder than those in Alice in Wonderland or Labyrinth, and ended up having to get betrothed to some menacing demon, played by a giant puppet, to save her brother. Then she and her brother kill the demon and find their way out of the strange world and back in their world.
Josh laughed loudly as the movie came to an end. âThat was ridiculous. One of the best ones weâve seen so far.â
âThose puppets were something else,â I commented, watching the credits roll and hoping everyone on that production went on to do better things. âThe little blue one with teeth was my favorite.â
âWhy didnât they just get a real actor for the demon?â Josh asked, shaking his head. âGood god. It was a travesty but also kind of brilliant. I could show this to my students to demonstrate the use of close-up shots.â
âThe close-up on the puppet demon when he was being slaughtered seemed unnecessary.â
Josh got up and stretched, gathering all of our plates and silverware and his chopsticks. âIt really was. You want me to do the dishes?â
I turned the TV off and followed him, carrying in our empty drinks. âI thought another part of our Friday night tradition was saving the dishes for the next day and we can argue about it then.âÂ
âNo argument. You get to do them since I got the food,â Josh said as he set the plates into the sink with a clatter, then pinched my side. âDeal?â
I giggled, shrinking away from his ticklish touch. âDeal.â
âAnyway, my darling,â Josh began to say, twirling away from me and to another kitchen cabinet. I watched, amused at how he always struggled to reach far enough up to get the wine glasses. âThereâs a full moon tonight. Letâs go see it.â
âWhat? There is?â I asked, trying to peek at wherever it may have been through the kitchen window, our third-story apartment giving us a halfway decent view of the sky most of the time. That was one of the few perks of this placeâweâd moved in last year, sizing up so I could have my âofficeâ and enough space in general for both of us to not be completely on top of one anotherâthough Josh never complained about thatâbut the building was old and lacking a number of things, namely outdoor space. Our little balcony was all we had anymore.Â
Josh trailed out, wine glasses tinkling in one hand while he held the mostly full bottle of red wine in the other, and I followed again, feeling a sense of eagerness for the night sky which I hadnât felt in, well, about a month. Our life together was full of tradition, I had come to realize in time, and a viewing party of the full moon whenever possible was certainly one of them. Iâd just been too wrapped up in Alaskan cruises to remember this one on the calendar.Â
The night air was chillyâa tingle ran down my spine and Josh noticed this as I sat down next to him on the cushioned bench weâd garbage-picked right after moving in. He skillfully and quickly poured each of us wine, set the bottle down and wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close.Â
âItâs gorgeous,â he declared, his voice as rich as ever but a softness brushed through those words. I always loved whenever he got so starstruck over something that he couldnât help but be concise.Â
âIt really is,â I agreed, pulling my gaze away from Joshâs equallyâif not more soâgorgeous face to take in the huge globe of bright cool white above us. âI canât believe I forgot about it. Sometimes I feel like I donât even know what planet Iâm on.â
Josh laughed, light and affectionate. âYouâre on planet earth. Itâs disappointing sometimes, I know, but if we werenât here, Iâm not sure weâd be able to see the moon and the stars like this.â
I took a drink, already lulled by Joshâs voice and his warm, strong arm around me. Heâd always been strong, considerable muscle secure beneath silky tan skin, but heâd gotten stronger still; the muscles had become even more obvious and I sometimes poked fun, and a little bit of envy, at him for being a âhard-bodyâ because, well, he was. Iâd learned to memorize the curves and lines of his body throughout the changes, tracing every plain and valley with my fingers whenever I had the chance.âProbably not, no. Weâre really lucky after all, arenât we?â I said, reaching up to stroke his hand over my shoulder.Â
âI think we are. Especially if we can see the stars wherever we go.â
âSpeaking ofâearlier I was thinking about how itâs been a while since we took a trip anywhere.â
âYeah? Well, where would you want to go?â Josh asked, bringing his wine to his lips. âNot Alaska, I assume.â
âNo, not Alaska. But I donât know, Josh, I feel like we should go somewhere soon.â
Josh took another drink, looking ahead through the darkness that was interrupted by various porch lights from the other apartments rather than up at the jeweled sky. Iâd expected enthusiasmâheâd have more free time soon with the semester coming to an end and I still had a lot of vacation days left, making the whole thing easy in theoryâbut he was uncharacteristically quiet.Â
âWhat?â I prodded, tugging at his wrist.Â
âNo, nothing,â he assured me, coming alive again with his body squirming beside me, his hand grabbing mine in reciprocity. âI was just thinking about it. We should both think about it some more.â
I returned my attention back to the moon and the stars and a memory overcame me so viscerally it actually hurtâthe abandoned barn, the vast field, the endless sky hanging overhead the two of us. âAlright, letâs think about it,â I concluded, wishing that the place we could travel to was back in time.Â
Josh sighed and curled around me. âI feel like a dumpling,â he said, lifting a hand to pat his stomach, and I laughed right into the night along with him.
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