Meanderingwistera - Blue

-Pomegranate seeds mood board-

HOLE IN ONE! - oldmoney!gojo x golf scholarship!reader

warnings: body shaming, mahito, a little bit of violence(let me know if you think something needs to be tagged)

a/n: most of this is gonna be based off of my knowledge playing Varsity golf when I was in highschool, so if I have any college golfers, and it’s different please let me know, or just have the slightest bit of mercy. (It’s been a while)

this first one they are in highschool still, I have quite a few ideas for the characters and world building and a nice beginning storyline so if this is something people enjoy I’ll dive deeper into it!!

MDNI!!!

golfer!reader who’s school had an agreement with their town’s country club to use it’s course for practice. Every day on the course for hours playing holes, and hitting on the driving range. Though throughout the season you became less and less passionate about the sport, only staying because your best friend wanted to be on the team but was scared to play alone, and you had been playing since primary school so you figured ‘why not?’

golfer!reader who stopped showing up to practices because you hated playing on a team with such good players, while only being considered “average.”

golfer!reader who finally started showing up to practice again after your best friend told you about the guys on the team who wouldn’t stop joking about how she looked in the golf uniforms, making a clear statement to stay away from her when not yelling ‘fore’ after hitting a golf ball at their group.

golfer!reader who meets an arrogant jerk when waiting in line for the bathroom in the clubhouse, hearing a whistle then scoffing after you locked eyes with a pale boy, with blue hair and a few long scars across his face.

golfer!reader who feels the shift in his demeanor, once he realizes you weren’t going to fall at his feet just because he had money. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable when he walks up behind you, his face twisting into a somewhat condescending expression before opening his mouth to say something, Only to be cut off by a different person walking into the clubhouse, calling for the guy, who you now know is Mahito, and telling him to hurry up because their tee time is quickly approaching.

golfer!reader who’s thinks about that moment every time you walk toward the clubhouse, worried of encountering him again, until one day you walk in and see your best friend talking to him, with stars in her eyes, and a completely lovestruck look on her face. His face sporting a shit eating grin the second he sees you, “we should play golf together sometime, you look real pretty in that skirt, and I’d love to see more of it” he whispers to her, just loud enough that you could hear while getting tokens to hit more golf balls on the range. You shot him a look, only making him look more content with his actions before you walked outside.

golfer!reader who ended up getting taken along with on the day she and mahito went golfing, finding yourself in a golf cart with a self absorbed prick, with blue eyes and white hair. Every other shot talking about how amazing he is, even though he shot double par on every. Single. Hole.

You had to watch your friend fall into the blue haired jerk’s trap the whole day because she was so excited about the attention she was getting from him. And everytime she giggled or blushed at a comment of his, he threw you a smug look, acting as if he had just just won some type of game between the two of you.

You prayed to whatever god was there to give you patience, when mahito asked for lessons for him and the snowy haired jerk for a charity event they participated in every year.

This was gonna be a long, long season.

a/n: I’m so so sorry if this is bad!! It’s been years since the last time I was writing for other people, so trying to format this in a good way has been a little hard so far! Please interact if you enjoyed so I can tell if this is something people want!! Thank you!

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xie lian being weird, unhinged and slightly completely insane is MY favorite dianxia flavor. it's personal to me u all wouldn't get it

Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.

You did want his money but that was another matter!

He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.

That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.

“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.

You had practically melted into the floor.

Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.

He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.

Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?

I love saying I write for multiple characters then having one obvious favourite who gets more fics then the others

Nerd!Gojo who has never really been interested in girls, not that they were interested in him either.

His personality, copious amount of digimon shirts and his condescending attitude has sent every girl sprinting in the opposite direction. Any girl who showed any flicker of interest because of his looks learned quickly why the others steered clear of him.

Nerd!Gojo who never minded that until he saw you. You were a transfer student halfway through the spring semester. The professor had introduced you to the class in the usual monotone he lectured in.

You had smiled and taken the seat next to his at the front of the class. He had blinked in confusion at you choosing to sit next to him when there were multiple other seats open. You didn’t talk to him though, just began to take notes as the teacher lectured.

Nerd!Gojo who is naturally gifted when it comes to his classes except for history. He can do math problems in seconds but can’t really tell the Nara and Heian eras apart.

You, on the other hand, know all the answers to every question. The pride that he had cultivated from his constant ability to know things suffers when he can’t answer the teacher but you answer with practiced ease.

Nerd!Gojo who, for the first time in his academically gifted life, tries to study. He does his best but something about it just isn’t sticking. He can answer the question after he studies but they slip his mind as soon as he is next to you in class.

You must be throwing him off somehow.

Nerd!Gojo who blushes bright red with frustration and something else when you help him understand a term in the textbook he has been glaring at for the past fifteen minutes. You just smile kindly, not knowing how you frustrate him.

Nerd!Gojo who decides to just ignore you, if he doesn’t talk to you long enough you will find another seat and stop frustrating him. You catch on to him ignoring him three days in. This doesn’t seem to effect you much and you just keep to yourself.

Nerd!Gojo who comes to a horrifying realisation a week into his plan, he likes your attention.

Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.

Wildflower and Barley

And suddenly Hades was only a man - Epic lll, Hadestown (2017)

Summary - Bringing spring to the world, the Goddess of Spring catches the eye of the God of the dead. Eros’s arrow is lodged in his heart and can’t stop himself from falling. Even though Suguru tries to dismiss it the goddess of spring plagues his mind.

Pairing - Suguru Geto x reader

Content - Fluff, light angst, PINNING, he’s down bad, abduction (kind of, it is more consensual then the original story)

Word count - 4.7k

A/N - The fan art was on Pinterest and had no artist credit but if anyone knows who the artist is plz let me know so I can credit them!

Most of the humans who eventually come into his domain have forgotten his true name. His name has been forgotten in their fear of him.

Hades

They whisper low, trying not to draw any attention from him. As if they whispered the name of his domain it would not get his attention. He knows that they fear him and not respect him like the other gods who reside high on Olympus.

Suguru walks through the cold stone palace that has been in place for thousands of years now. Long draping veils of black hang from open walkways. Nothing grows here so he has no gardens nor trees around his home.

It is barren of life and in Satoru’s words, ‘joy’.

But that’s what this place is supposed to be. His palace is not the place where the souls of the dead go to so there is no need to decorate it lavishly.

It has been a while since both Satoru and Shoko have visited at the same time. It has been a few months maybe, he doesn’t truly run on the human concept of time. It was interesting to him how humans wanted a system to measure time.

From the faint laughter and sounds from the next room over he can tell that they have already made themselves at home. He steps into the room with his arms crossed.

“You two know nothing about the laws of hospitality.” He says and walks over to the table where the two of them lounge without a care.

“Suguru! Must you be so uptight?” Satoru says and grabs a honey cake, “And aren’t rules of hospitality for humans and not gods?”

Suguru huffs and sits down next to Shoko.

“I do think that it is all this stuffy underworld air.” Shoko says and swirls her tea.

“Some of us have important things to do.” He says and grabs a cake to eat.

Gods don’t require food but they do indulge from time to time. The flavour of honey and strawberries is a good mix on Suguru’s tounge.

“Yes, yes!” Satoru says in a mocking tone as he grabs another cake, “We have a duty to the humans to make sure that things go smoothly! You should really break the rules for once in your life!”

Suguru sighes at his friend’s flippant attitude.

“And how would you suggest I do that?” He says with a raised brow.

Satoru puts a hand to his chin as if to think but his blue eyes are alight with amusement.

“The party two days from now!” Satoru says and snaps his fingers, “Everyone is going to be there, even the Goddess of Spring will be in attendance.”

The last comment catches Suguru’s attention. He had not known that a goddess of spring was in the heavens. The newer souls had made conversation briefly about seasons changing but he had not really paid attention to it.

“Goddess of Spring?” He asks and Satoru smirks at his intrigue.

“Yes! She is rarely seen,” He leans closer like he is telling him a secret, “but rumors say she is breathtaking.”

Suguru frowns. He didn't want to know that. But it is just like his friend to only remember the “important things” to relay to him.

“I have no time for such frivolous things.” He says with a huff.

Satoru purses his lips in frustration, “At least think about getting out once and awhile!”

“Sure, I will think about it.”

Spring, of course, is your favorite time of year. It is when you are at your strongest and you love the flowers and new life your powers cultivate. Each new life is under your careful eye as they grow.

The large forest in front of you is still in deep winter. As you walk through it the snow melts and the trees grow fresh leaves and flowers. Your feet touch the warm earth and the grass that was brown now is a beautiful green. The forest soon gives way to a large field.

Soft snow has set over the rolling hills. But you know that there is beautiful grass and plants laying in wait underneath it.

“Lady Kore!” Nobara, a young flower nymph calls out to you. She approaches you with a bright smile.

“Nobara,” You bekon her to your side, “how was your winter?”

She falls into step with you as you walk into the warming ground.

“Well! Maki visits often.” She explains as you work.

You remember the girl. She was a member of the Moon goddess’s immortal hunting party. Maki was not talkative but Nobara makes up for her quiet nature.

“Do you like this girl?” You ask, trying not to pry but you feel like pushing deeper into her business.

She blushes bright pink as you smile knowingly. So it seems your hypothesis was correct, she does harbor feelings for the huntress. You think it is adorable that she feels the need to hide it from you.

“I am sorry for pushing you out of your comfort zone.” You say and pat her head.

Nobara shakes her head, “It is alright Lady Kore, you are trustworthy.”

You smile down at her, she is a kind girl.

“Let’s get to work, I am sure you are ready to help me?”

“Yes!”

Once your work is done you look around satisfied. Flowers of all colors and kinds have sprung up around the path through the field.

“Lady Kore! Lady Kore!” Nobara says and runs over with something in her hands.

You turn to see a flower crown in her hands. A crown made of daisies, yellow roses and forget-me-nots is gently placed on your head. Nobara smiles up at her work and you thank her.

“Thank you, Nobara.” You say and walk over to a nearby cherry blossom tree. You sit down and Nobara follows your example. She starts on another crown, you assume it is for Maki who is coming to the field later.

After a night of contemplation, Suguru has decided to go to the surface for a while. It couldn't hurt to take an afternoon to look around.

So he set aside his work for a while and began to make his way to the surface. He moves through the surface’s shadows. It is mundane, humanity going through their lives like normal. He finally stops in a forest.

What he supposed is spring has just come to the forest. The snow has melted, leaving puddles in the earth. Water drips down from the leaves to catch on the budding flowers growing from the ground. He must admit the fresh spring forest is nice.

Suguru follows the path through the forest and looks around at the life there. After seeing so much death for years it is an abrupt change from his norm. Young deer wonder around the forest under the strict watch of their mothers, small wild flowers pop out of the underbrush and the trees are green and new.

When the forest parts a field full of flowers awaits him. Flowers of every color and kind dot the landscape. He even sees some he doesn’t recognize. Suguru is sure that they don’t grow naturally so a nymph or a god would have something to do with this.

His suspicion is proven correct when he catches sight of you.

None of the thousands of flowers that grow in the field compare to you. Your kind eyes, soft facial features and smile captivate him to no end. The light pink of your dress highlights the flush in your cheeks. You sit under a cherry blossom tree with a young nymph at her side. The two of you are making soft conversation with each other.

Suguru is sure that he was struck by one of Eros’s arrows the moment he looked at you. Your warm laughter fills the field and Suguru feels so very exposed. His normal gloomy mask is far out of his reach.

He feels so very human at this moment.

You feel something’s presence, but looking up you see no one there. It is strange. You are sure you felt something. Resolving to remain vigilant, you turn back to Nobara. She is recounting a story about Maki’s lastest hunt with the moon goddess.

You had met the goddess a few times in passing. She was easy to get along with and is rarely in the heavenly court, preferring to stay with her hunters and hounds. You can see why Maki likes the goddess’s company.

In your time as a goddess you have not seen the other gods a lot. Your sister has been protective of you so you rarely interact with the other gods. The only time you really interact with the other gods is when you go to the parties celebrating the seasons.

Your domain is a time of hard work for humans. They begin to plant the seeds for their crops and clean out everything in preparation for summer.

It is a beautiful time and you will never be tired of this time of year. Since most humans begin to get out of their homes more they give out more offerings. The gods decided to hold a celebration every spring.

Even though the party is two days away you are excited to plan out which flowers to place around the grand hall. You spend the rest of your time in the field thinking which flowers would look good next to the cold marble.

Suguru paces.

That’s all his body allows him to do as his mind races. He tries to calm the beat of his heart but for once his heart is stubborn and beats fast as he thinks of you. You looked so at home among the flowers, as if you had been born of them. Your melodic laughter still rings in his ears.

And how he wants to bask in your gentle glow. To feel your fingers on his skin, in his hair, on his chest where his heart beats wildly for you. He would give up everything he has to hold you.

With a drawn out sigh he slumps down on his iron throne and his mind conjures up an image of you sitting in a matching one next to him.

“God- I have gone insane.” He mutters and slides a hand down his face.

“Oh? Do tell!”

Suguru looks down to see Satoru sauntering up the dais to him. He has the same self satisfied look on his face as always.

“It is nothing.” Suguru says trying not to let anything slip.

Satoru narrows his eyes at him suspiciously.

“Do I need to get Shoko to get the answer from you?” He says with his arms crossed obviously displeased with Suguru’s answer.

Suguru scoffs, “Shoko has no control over me.”

“Maybe but you and I both know not to get on her bad side.” Satoru says with a shrug.

“Like I said-” Suguru stands up, “It is nothing.”

Satoru look wholeheartedly unconvinced but lets it go. Instead he switches tactics.

“So, about that party!”

It now makes sense why he is here.

“What about it?” Suguru asks.

“Do you want to go with me? Even Shoko will be there.” Satoru pushes.

Suguru genuinely thinks about it. He never goes to the many parties thrown on the mountain but maybe he might get a glimpse of you. A light blush overtakes his face at the thought.

“I will go.”

Suguru doesn’t sleep that night.

Gods don’t require sleep but when there is no one awake Suguru tries to sleep. His mind won’t let him be. He curses Eros for his meddling nature.

When he lays down in the too large, too cold bed all he can think about is you. Rolling over he imagines that you are sleep beside him. He would cup your cheek gently and pull you closer.

Maybe if you were in his arms he could sleep.

Nanami doesn’t comment on his dark circles in the morning. He has always been very uninterested in Suguru’s personal life and the feeling goes both ways. Their relationship is only on a work basis.

“-I was a good person!” The soul yells up at him.

Suguru looks down, unimpressed, “You killed your own son.”

The souls flounders for something to say. He doesn’t seem to realize that Suguru can see his whole life. A big mistake on his part.

Suguru rubs his right temple as the soul begins to excuse his actions.

“Well-“

“You murdered your own kin, a grievous mistake. You are lucky I didn’t send the furies after you for that.” Suguru explains and with a flick of his hand the soul is sent to the fields of punishment.

Nanami walks over to him and a somewhat sour expression on his face. Suguru raises an eyebrow in question.

“You have been moody this morning.” He comments and Suguru wishes that Nanami didn’t.

If Nanami is commenting on it, that means that his inner turmoil is plain on his face.

“I am not in the mood for your concern.” Suguru states, his gaze stormy.

Nanami makes no further comment but Suguru is sure that Haibara will hear of it and then Haibara will tell Satoru. It will snowball into a big thing if Suguru doesn’t do something about it now.

“I just need air.” Suguru sighs deeply, standing up from his throne.

It wasn’t entirely a lie but he would rather trade places with Prometheus then tell anyone about his sudden longing for you.

Much to Suguru’s relief he accepts the excuse. Nanami nods his head and disappears in a wisp of smoke, most likely to visit Haibara.

When he is gone Suguru decides to do something he shouldn’t.

He decides to see you.

You place the last flowers in place for the party. The grand hall is covered in flowers of all shapes, kinds and colors. It is a vibrant celebration of the spring, a celebration of you.

“The colors are beautiful.” Utahime says from beside you, a soft look in her gaze.

“I was thinking of adding more roses next year, they are gaining popularity in the human world.” You explain and coax out a few water lilies from the grand fountain.

“You don't need to worry about the humans, just the spring.” Utahime says and crosses her arms.

“They give us worship so they are under my care, even if it is only for half the year.” You remind her and stand back up to look her in the eye.

She looks displeased but doesn’t make any more comments on it.

You love her but she is so overprotective of you. It’s almost like she believes you would disappear if you weren’t in her sight at all times. Even if it is out of love, it is still overbearing.

“I am going to the human realm for a while.” You say and surprisingly she does fight you on it.

Hopefully she will begin to loosen her grip.

This was a bad idea.

Suguru tries to think of a way to get close to you without revealing himself. You would notice, you surely would not just let the God of the dead be near you so easily. You must know of him and his reputation by now.

A rustle of the trees nearby has him looking up. In the afternoon skies is a crow. The bird caws loudly as it takes flight. He watches it fly away and is struck with an idea.

Suguru feels his body morph into that of a large crow. He experimentally flaps his wings and is satisfied as they move the way he wants them to. He has never shifted before, he never needed too until now.

With unwavering determination he takes to the sky like the crow he had just seen. His light body flies far above the treeline. The world is so small from up here but he spots you immediately.

You are wrapped in an emerald green dress that blends into the grass around your feet. The cherry blossom petals have fallen off the tree and some have found their way into your hair.

Suguru circles overhead a few times before landing a few feet from you.

He feels your gaze wander over to him. Trying to keep up the act he walks around the field. He is not one for flowers but these are your flowers, so he bends down to look closer at them. A soft giggle catches his attention.

You have a hand over your mouth as he looks up at you. Suguru can see the laughter in your eyes. He doesn’t know what you find so funny about him looking at the flowers but for the sweet sound coming out of your mouth he would do anything. Against his better judgment he walks closer to you.

He is used to being shunned by the other gods so he is prepared for you to run from him. But you don’t shoo him away or flee from him. No, you lift out and arm for him to perch, you smile and beckon him closer.

Suguru takes the invitation you offer. His heart beats out of his chest as you look over his wings. He stretches out a wing for your curious gaze to fall on. You hum and run a finger along the column of his throat.

“Your plumage is beautiful.” You compliment him.

Suguru can’t help but preen and puff out his chest a little under your praise. He can’t tell if it is an animalistic instinct or his own desire to show off in front of you.

“And a little full of yourself.” You remark with another laugh.

Suguru lowers his head in embarrassment at your words.

“I apologise,” You coo to him softly, “I didn’t mean any harm with my teasing, kind visitor.”

He pauses at your last two words.

Would you still believe that if you knew who he was? If he reveals himself would you still smile at him like that?

His mind swims with those questions as you begin to talk to him.

You enjoy the parties that are thrown on Olympus, on the rare occasion you go, so you do your best to make each one count.

But the party thrown for you is by far your favorite. You have free reign to show off the season you adore so. They get to see that you are not some fragile thing that needs the protection of her younger sister.

For one night a year you are free and you are going to make the most of it.

You walk up the white marble stairs of the great hall. The flowers perk up at your arrival, they lean in as you pass. Reaching down you pick up a poppy and put it into your hair.

The grand hall is abuzz with people. Most of them talk among themselves and sip on ambrosia. You walk in and a few wave at you as you pass; smiling in return you wave back at them.

Momentarily you catch someone’s eye.

He is standing against one of the white marble columns. His dark hair is tied back and his lavender eyes widen as you stare at him. You smile over at him pleasantly as you pass by. He is quite handsome, his face is pulled into a scowl as he looks over at Yuki who is saying something to him.

You watch, puzzled, as he storms out of the hall. A part of you wants to chase after him but a voice rings out behind you.

“Well-” You turn to see a god with white hair and bright blue eyes approaching you. “You must be the elusive Goddess of Spring!”

“I don’t think I am that much of a shut in.” You say with a polite laugh.

He gives you a grin and tips a glass of wine to you, “I must thank you for your season because I couldn’t make my wine without it.”

This man must be the God of Wine, Satoru.

“I must decline your thanks,” You refuse with a kind smile, “I just perform my duty.”

Satoru laughs, it is a loud and boisterous sound.

“You really are too humble!”

You are about to speak again but the man is already walking off in the direction of a nymph holding a tray of ambrosia wine. He seems to be the type of person who loses interest easily.

Trying to reorient yourself you remember the man who walked out. It shouldn’t be rude to at least look for him and you want some fresh air anyway.

Yuki is very outspoken, you have seen it personally and an avid matchmaker. It may be that she said something with the motive of helping but it came off as rude. Hopefully you can help repair the situation for your friend.

You walk out of the wide arch way into one of the many courtyards. It is lined with trees and has a grand fountain in the center. You look around before your eyes catch on the man from before. The man is sitting on the edge of the fountain, his robes draping on the ground.

Slowly you walk over to him. His eyes shoot up to yours as you approach. He stands up abruptly and goes to leave.

“You don’t have to leave on my account!” You exclaim and go to grab his hand.

He looks shocked as you move to touch him. You note that he doesn’t like physical touch and withdraw your hand. His eyes study you for a moment before turning around to fully face you.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you.” He says.

“Of course not!” You say, “You were here first and I can find a different garden to hide in.”

He looks confused before speaking again, “Why would you want to hide from your own party?”

You sigh and sit down on the edge of the fountain. He follows suit and looks at you.

“As much as I like parties, sometimes they can be a lot for me.” You admit.

The man nods, “I’m only here because my best friend dragged me.”

“Do you really hate the parties that much?” You ask curiously, turning your gaze to his.

“Most people don’t feel comfortable around me because of my domain, so I tend to avoid them.” He explains to you.

Looking down at the ground you try to understand his words. He seems like a pleasant person and why would someone’s domain be a reason why they are shunned? It doesn’t make sense to you but you hum to show that you are listening.

“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you.” You say and look back up at him.

His lavender eyes are wide as he looks back at you, a spark of something in them you can’t decipher. You want to ask him more questions but a voice cuts through the calm of the moonlit garden.

“Get away from her!”

You look up to see Utahime stomping over, her face twisted in fury. The man stands up and his posture is tense. Standing up as well you walk closer to your sister.

“I should have never left you alone.” She says and grabs your wrist.

“Why do you mean?” You exclaim, “I am just talking to someone!”

She looks at you then and her face softens slightly. It doesn’t last long before her gaze turns to the man you were talking with.

“I don’t want you conversing with the God of the dead.” She says but it isn’t fully directed at you.

His words now make sense.

You had never met the God of the Dead but you had heard rumors. They all said that he was a man with a terrible personality. He was rageful, hurting anyone in his path.

But this man isn’t that way. He seems genuinely considerate of others and talked with you when he could have easily avoided you. So why are you being pulled away?

You look back as Utahime drags you out of the garden. His gaze is stormy but it clears slightly as you look back at him. You see his right hand twitch as if he is holding back from reach for you.

As you reach the white marble steps of the entrance you wrestle out of her grip.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask and she turns around to you.

“That man is dangerous! If he was here I wouldn’t have let you come here.” Utahime says frustration in her voice.

“You don’t let me do anything!” You say and walk closer to her, she looks shocked.

“That’s not-” She tries to speak but you cut her off.

“You seem to forget who is older here, sister. I can go where I like and converse with who I like.” You yell, “For the last few years I have let you have control because it makes you feel secure but this is too much!”

Utahime looks hurt but you have had enough.

“I am leaving.” You state with finality in your tone.

“Wait-” She says frantically and reaches for you but you are gone in a flurry of flower petals.

When you blink your eyes open again you are standing in your flower field.

You cry then. Big, hot tears fall down your cheeks as you sit under the cherry blossom tree. The tree sways around you in a soothing manner and the wild flowers around your feet reach up as if to dry your tears.

After you have exhausted your tears you lean back against the trunk of the tree for comfort. You could just stay here. You don’t have to go back to face her.

A caw breaks you out of your mind.

You recognize the same crow from yesterday, his onyx wings almost blend into the night. He lands next to you and peers up at you. Reaching out a hand he hops on, his eyes study your face and you give him a sad smile.

“Thank you for visiting again, I think I need companionship right now.” You admit, your voice is still thick with tears.

The crow looks concerned as another round of tears prick at your eyes. You let the tears fall and the crow coos softly in comfort. Running a hand over his head he nuzzles into it, what a smart crow he is.

“Do you know a place I can run away to?” You ask him, “You must have seen many places so can you take me somewhere?”

His eyes widen at your question, the specs of lavender in them sparkling at your request.

You shake your head at your own foolishness, this crow can’t help you. He probably doesn’t even know what you are saying to him. With a sigh you close your eyes, you will just sleep here tonight then figure out what to do in the morning.

Suguru looks down at your sleeping form. You look so peaceful here, your lips parted softly as you breathe. He wants to reach out and touch you, to feel you under his fingers.

He stops himself.

You may have given him permission to take you, but you don’t know that. He could take advantage of this. He whisk you away to his palace and keep you there. Suguru could take you and use your own words against you. His eyes trace the tear tracks on your cheeks. If he was any lesser man he might take advantage of you.

A shiver runs through you and he wraps his cloak around your shoulders. He looks down at you wrapped in his clothing and his body makes the decision for him.

Suguru puts an arm behind your back and his other arm supports your legs. He moves slowly so as not to wake you. To his surprise you don’t stur, just move to get comfortable in his arms. Your eyelashes flutter in sleep but besides that you are blissfully unaware of everything.

The sun peaks over the horizon as Suguru disappears with you in a wisp of smoke. He just hopes that no one saw him take you.