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Hi, my name is Yuta Okkotsu
: ̗̀➛ Night swim
Synopsis: where you and Yuuta are taking a dip in the pool after a mission.
Warnings: smoking
A cigarette rests between your lips as you stood in the middle of the motels pool, a half-empty beer clutched in your right hand.
Yuuta sat at the rim of the pool with a cooled drink in his hand, enjoying the scenery of the night sky and how the blue lights of the pool illuminated your body and reflected the water that cascades down your body.
His eyes trails down to your body, seeing the many scares that littered around your body from all the missions you had been through.
The two of you finished a joint mission a few hours ago and you proposed of the idea to go swimming as a way of commemorating the succession of the mission.
Despite the fact that every mission you two have been through was easy as killing off a curse spirit thats lower than a fourth grade but nonetheless, Yuuta had to listen to his seniors proposals like any good junior would.
Yuuta had always admired you from a far, watching you train with Maki, watching you focus in class and bandaging your wounds from recent missions.
You were a wonderful person, you were kind, sweet, caring, supportive and was willing to help Yuuta train regarding sword training, curse technique and many more.
You looked at Yuuta who seemed to be in daze for a while, you took a drag of your cigarette before taking a sip of your beer.
"Yuuta, why don’t you come swim with me?"
"Eh—?"
"Enjoy the water if me! We were all hot and sweaty during the mission, come cool off in the pool with me."
He nodded and placed his drink on the table before lowering himself the pool and inched closed to you but maintains a respectable distance from you.
You took note of his rather flushes expression and let out a soft chuckle, gaining his attention.
"How come you’re so nervous? Don’t tell me you haven’t been this close to a girl?"
"N-no, it’s not that! It’s just that—"
Yuuta tries to find that right words to say but the words were tangled up in his throat, he felt his heart beat even faster as he managed to croak out a few key words. You narrowed your eyes at Yuuta and his nervousness and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Deep breaths, my dearest junior."
That nickname.
It was that nickname that would send Yuuta in cardiac arrest once he heard it for the first time. He remembered how you said it and why you did. He felt so much loved when he heard you called him ‘my dearest junior’ but of course, he wasn’t the only one who gets called that.
Yuuta felt ashamed of himself feeling this, why would he think the two of you have something special going on? You treated all of the second-years equally and sure, while he was happy that his classmates got the same attention as he did, he hoped that he would get at least some morsel of special treatment. He sometimes had second thoughts about going to Africa as he didn’t want to be separated from you but alas, you and Gojo thought it was for the best for him to train with Miguel and he couldn’t just say no to his teacher and senior.
"Senpai—after this mission—"
He took your hand that was clamped on his shoulder and gently held it with both of his hands and looked up to you with eyes of determination.
"H-how would you feel—about accompanying me in Africa?"
You looked at Yuuta in awe, he immediately realizes his words and backs away.
"W-what I meant to say was—! Like-! Umm—! Since you said that you were like—! Wanted someone to teach you about reverse cursed techniques and I just know someone about it!! It’s not like you HAVE to go with me!!"
Yuuta stammers and stutters as he corrects himself but he managed to embarrass himself in front of you. He screws his eyes shut and turns around to hide his strawberry red face.
He hears a laugh from behind, a gentle one.
"Sure, I’ll come with you."
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I decided to add some more plot to this boring Drabble, hope you guys like it! Reblogs are much appreciated!!
—@chxxrybxxmb
Hi! I saw that your requests are open so can I ask for a childhood friends to lovers with yuuta okkotsu (sfw please!)
Just some fluffs of them (like, showering him in attention) or maybe some pda (cause this boy deserves the world and I want to show off how much I love him) can the settings be them in 2nd years? Bc i would love to have the 1st year trio in there. Thank you !!! <33
Requests: Open (Please tell me if you want a HC or a Fic, or you will be skipped)
Warnings: None
Contains spoilers for JJK Manga 0 and Shibuya Arc (one line)
Yuuta Childhood Friends to Lovers
- In your early years the two of you had simply gone to the same elementary school and just so happened to have lived just a few houses down from each other.
- It wasn't odd for him to wake up on weekends to you screaming outside his home, calling out that he should join you to go play in the park or to come play out in the snow.
- He'd try and ignore you for a few minutes, that is, until his little sister would come running down the hallway and slam his door open demanding he go outside to shut you up.
- You were also there when he met Rika. You teased him constantly about his and her crushes towards each other and even demanded you play a part in their future wedding which never ended up happening.
- When Rika was gone, you were there for him as he mourned, at least, you were there until he just stopped coming out of his house.
- Ti The two of you ended up going to separate middle schools and your cries on the weekend for him to join you outside steadily died. Out of curiosity after a night of not being able to sleep, he peered outside his window, spotting you walking by his house.
- You simply stared up at the home you used to frequently visit before adjusting your bag over your shoulders and heading off to complete whatever tasks you had planned to do that day.
- He didn't see you again till his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'd already moved into your dorm but you had been bringing in your last bit of stuff when you bumped into him.
- Gojo just watched as the two of you awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes before you darted away, an apology dripping from your lips.
- Things are honestly awkward between the two of you the first few weeks, to which his classmates blatantly point out.
- It isn't till the incident with Getou, and Rika the two of you really start to connect again.
- Conversations in classrooms from earlier that day were quickly picked up in your room after he had slipped in after-hours. Sure the two of you could have waited and kept talking the next day, but the vibe in your room of being in there after hours, his head on your thighs as you play with his hair while you two talk just hits different.
- Instead of simply leaning over to whisper in your ear either you grab his hand and gently pull him towards your lips to whisper or his arm ends up snaked around your shoulders to bring you close, his lips tickling your ear as he fills it with an inside joke or a secret.
- As amusing as it is for your classmates to watch the two of you dance around your feelings for each other, they lowkey get annoyed at some point.
- They convince Gojo to set up a fake mission, lying that he needs to meet you two at a cafe to discuss the details for some reason. Instead, it just ends up with you two being there by yourselves, basically ignoring the fact that your teacher never showed up as the two of you talk.
- Instead of returning back to school the two of you indulge in the day, going to see a movie together and grabbing a bite to eat.
- As the two of you go your separate ways when you arrive back at school, within the hour Yuuta is in your room, snuggled up to your side as you pepper kisses along his face. A silent agreement that after that day the two of you officially crossed the friends line, and into new territory.
- Your friends thought that once the two of you got together everything would be okay. No, the two of you worsen.
- Originally thought that the two of you would be the type that would take forever just to hold hands or kiss. No, you two are the type to always be on each other.
- You're always holding hands. Your friends wanted to try an experiment to see if someone came to walk between the two of you if you'd separate. Panda was the one who volunteered.
- You two were simply walking down one of the schools many paths, enjoying the fall weather when you came across Panda. The three of you stopped, giving each other a greeting before silence fell between you.
- He kinda makes a motion that he wants to get by, and expects the two of you to separate. However, Yuuta simply leads you off to the side, you leaning into his side lovingly at the two of you watch Panda walk away.
- Your friends cringe but aren't surprised.
- If anyone needs Yuuta for anything they know not to check his room, because he's always in yours.
- He has definitely opened your room door wearing a facemask and lil bear ear headband to keep his hair out of his face while the mask dries. Gojo just stares at him for a moment before taking multiple pictures.
- When he has to prepare to leave for Africa he gets the two of you those types of bracelets that can connect with each other when you hold hands.
- When he leaves for Africa you're not as heartbroken as you thought you'd be. Both send texts throughout your days and try to facetime at least once a week.
- When the new first years come along Nobara literally glares whenever it's girls' night and your phone goes off. Maki has gotten used to your blushing face and love a sick smile as you respond to your boyfriend.
- Nobara gets curious as to what your boyfriend looks like, and when you show her a picture of Yuuta she just comments that he's cute. However, when she's alone with Maki afterward, looks at her senior and states he looks like the walking dead.
- Itadori is honestly excited to meet him
- Shibuya happens and that excitement turns to fear after he meets him
- When the two of you are reunited you can't help but run your fingers through his longer hair when you kiss. Everyone is cringing.
- You're both holding hands all the time so your bracelets are connected constantly.
- Both of you are each others wallpaper on your phones. Your's is a picture of Yuuta getting yeeted by Panda in midair during training, meanwhile, his a picture of you sleeping with a facemask on, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.
- Literally a contest between the two of you of who can get the most cringy pics of their S/O.
will you do a moodboard for yuuta pleaseeee 🙏😘🤭🤗
Dating Yuta Okkotsu <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : unpopular opinion, yuta gives me major cat dad vibes-
Needy
Pervert!Yuuta x Reader
Synopsis: Yuuta has avoided the touch of women for years due to having a homicidal jealous curse attached to him. Hell, he has even avoided touching himself. But something happens that makes him break
Warning: Male masturbation, pillow humping, edging, mentions of breeding, pining
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Having a homicidal jealous curse attached to you 24/7 that threatens to murder any woman that comes close to you, changes a man.
In Yuuta's case that meant that sex was out of the question. In fact, everything involving the slightest bit of physical intimacy was out of the question. Handshake? Yuuta would rather not risk it. Hugging? Sure if you wanted to get your head chopped off. Even when Yuuta joined Jujutsu High and became able to control Rika better, his ways of avoiding women had already been so ingrained into him, that any kind of intimacy was just foreign to him.
This didn't mean the Yuuta didn't think about it. He even indulged in the small things, like replaying the sex scene in a movie or eying the women in Todo's magazines he would bring on occasion. But that wasn't enough to quell the thrumming in his head or the whisper in the back of his mind craving more. Yuuta truly thought he could ignore it all though, that is, until he met you.
At first, it was easy for him to treat you as nothing more than a friend, a classmate. He could ignore how peculiarly beautiful and kind you were. He could brush off how your witty remarks during tough missions always made him laugh, and how the light, airy giggles that escaped your mouth when Yuuta did something unintentionally funny made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Then summer rolled around, and you started wearing more revealing clothes—short skirts and tights instead of long pants, which were apparently "easier to train in" you told him.
And it was only when you innocently bent over to pick something up one afternoon, when Yuuta accidentally caught a glimpse of your white underwear that dug into the fat of your plump butt, that the dam finally broke. When you turned around to bashfully apologize for accidentally flashing him, Yuuta was already gone. Unbeknownst to you, he had fled to his dorm room, struggling to hide his painfully hard dick in his pants.
Yuuta barely makes it to his bed before he is pulling down his black uniform pants and wrapping a shaky hand around his thick cock. He's not an idiot, he knows how to jack off, but there is something different right now. When in the past the few times he touched himself was to quickly get rid of arousal, now Yuuta finds himself yearning for something more.
He slowly drags his hand down his shaft and the satisfaction is immediate: just one stroke sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through his entire body. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and just a taste of it has him yearning for more.
“Oh fuh-“ Yuuta's voice comes out breathless. He screws his eyes shut and darts a tongue across his lips to wet them. Almost immediately his mind wonders back to you, how delicious your ass looked, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you would be with your lips wrapped around his dick. How would your breasts feel in his palm? What would your face look like if he tweaked and sucked on your nipples? God, what would your pussy feel like.
Pap pap. Yuuta was starting to create a semi fast rhythm, white precum collecting in the spaces of his fingers as he furiously glided his tight grip up and down his dick. He doesn't just want to think about you; he wants to obsess over you. He doesn't just want to feel pleasure; he wants to drown in it. No, he wants to drown in you.
He's practically panting right now imaging himself inside you. If he felt good right now, how good would the real thing be? Oh he bet the squeeze around his dick would be delicious, he can practically hear you whining his name. Yuuta's legs trembled as his hand gilded over his overstimulated red tip and down to his heavy balls. Jesus this was good, so good, he needed more, Yuuta needed more friction because god if he couldn't have your pussy right now he at least needed to pretend.
Through heavy pleasure-filled lidded eyes, he glanced to the pillow next time him.
He was becoming greedy.
Fuck it.
Without much of a thought, Yuuta grabbed the pillow, folded it in half, laid on his side, hastily put his dick between the white cloth, and started to thrust. The friction is delicious. It makes his toes curl and desperately thrusts his hips into the soft pillow.
“Mmmm, mmm mhm” he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. There’s a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. What would you think if you could see him like this? Would you call him a pervert or maybe would you help him? Oh, what a dream that would be, your soft hands wrapped around him, oh he bet that you could make him feel better than this pillow ever could.
“Ah-Ah Y/n please….” The thought of you is consuming him, you don’t know it but you are giving him the best pleasure he has ever experienced in his life. Yuutas thrusts are becoming frantic, desperate, he could taste his release on the tip of his tongue. His black hair is starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat and he realized he should have taken off his white uniform coat because it was getting so hot. He was so close, so close to cumming, he hates how this pillow isnt you, isn't your pussy, after this, he promises to himself that he won't ignore you or your beauty anymore, he’ll obsess over you, kiss the ground you walk on, he’ll take care of you so good and -and oh, oh my god, he wants to breed you, fill you with cum-
“Ah-ahhh~”
Yuuta’s hips stutter into the pillow and thick ropes of cum coat the fabric. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and he’s left panting, whimpering from the after shocks.
No, after this Yuuta will never avoid you again.
Jujutsu Kaisen
Itadori Yuuji
Dating Headcanons
Fushiguro Megumi
Dating Headcanons
Kugisaki Nobara
Dating Headcanons
Gojo Satoru
Shattered
22:27
Dating Headcanons
Nanami Kento
Baked with Love
Getou Suguru
Dating Headcanons
Fushiguro Toji
Mahito
Okkotsu Yuuta
Maki
Dating Headcanons
Inumaki Toge
Sukuna
Dating Headcanons
ㅤ❁્᭄͜͡ Sanguine Whispers.
Hello! This is my first (long)fic after two years. I've only recently started writing this type of story (two or three weeks) and I finally have enough confidence to share it. It's not much at the moment but I hope you like it.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤsummary: "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!" "Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" “Oh. Oops.” cred: @me-writes-prompts 𖹭
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤtags: alternative universe - supernatural, yuta okkotsu (ghost) x f!reader (vampire), angst, past lives, slow burn, dark fantasy, dark romance.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ cws: emotional and psychological anguish, death and undead themes, blood drinking, violence/blood/gore (mostly simple mentions), self-destructive behavior, mental health issues.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ count words: 1237 words, hehe.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ playlist: Sanguine Whispers.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ chapter one. next.
The grand hall was a maze of shadows and moonlight, the towering windows cloaked in thick layers of dust. The castle had once been majestic, but now its once-regal splendor lay buried beneath centuries of decay. The air was cold, stagnant, and hauntingly still, save for the faint creaks and whispers of time long forgotten. The thick forest outside encircled the structure, impenetrable and wild—no one dared venture near the rumors of curses, death, and the unnatural.
You paced the hall, your hunger gnawing at your senses like a beast long starved. Each step echoed through the hollow silence, and the hunger was a dull ache now, constant and unbearable. You had tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of your dignity as a former condesa. But the hunger was consuming you.
A sigh drifted from the corner of the room. Yuta. His form—ghostly, faint, almost transparent—watched you with those familiar eyes, forever loyal, even in death. He had been your most trusted guard in life, the one who stood by your side when the world crumbled around you. You had died together, slain in a bloody conquest, yet here you remained, trapped in the castle that had become both your prison and your grave.
"I can hear your stomach growling from here," he said, voice tinged with humor, though the flicker of concern did not escape you.
You paused, turning toward him, lips curled in frustration. "It’s not something I can control."
Yuta tilted his head, floating closer, his form more translucent in the pale moonlight. "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!"
You froze at his words. His offer lingered in the air, thick with unspoken tensions, and it took all your strength to suppress the dark excitement stirring inside you. His blood… you had once sworn never to drink from those who had served you so loyally. But that was another life. You weren’t the same person anymore, were you?
"Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" Your tone was bitter, but underneath the sarcasm was the sharp edge of desperation.
Yuta blinked. “Oh. Oops.”
For a moment, there was silence, the weight of your shared history pressing down on the both of you. You couldn’t drink from him—not in this form—but the hunger, the longing for something beyond this haunting, gnawed at you relentlessly. You stepped closer to him, the warmth of his presence faint but achingly familiar.
"I remember… what it was like to be alive," you whispered, almost to yourself. "The blood, the warmth. It was everything."
His eyes softened. "You haven't changed much, you know. Still stubborn, still… you."
A bitter laugh escaped you, dry and hollow. "Except I’m a monster now."
He reached out, though his hand passed through yours like mist. "We both are."
The night pressed in around you, thick with the weight of the forest that circled the castle like a predator waiting to pounce. You could feel its presence, lurking just beyond the stone walls, its tendrils creeping ever closer. The rumors about the castle were true, after all. The dark magic that had cursed this place also bound you here—two souls, tied to the past and the horrors that had unfolded.
Yuta hovered beside you, his presence a strange comfort in the suffocating loneliness. His ghostly form flickered as if the darkness itself threatened to consume him, but his eyes—those steadfast, haunted eyes—never wavered. You wondered if you looked as lost as he did, though you had long given up on seeing your reflection in any mirror.
"You’re thinking about it again," Yuta said, his voice breaking the stillness, his tone gentle.
Your gaze shifted to him, but you didn’t respond immediately. How could you explain the gnawing ache inside you—the hunger that went beyond blood, beyond flesh? It was the hunger for life itself, for the days when you had been more than just a walking corpse, more than this cursed creature trapped in an endless night.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, voice strained.
"You're a terrible liar," he chuckled softly, floating closer until the chill of his form brushed against your skin. "I can feel it… your regret, your guilt. You think this is your fault, don’t you?"
You clenched your fists, the sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms. "I don’t have time for guilt. I need… I need to feed."
The admission tasted bitter on your tongue. You had been a condesa once, proud and powerful, feared and respected. But now… now, you were little more than a monster, a creature of darkness driven by base instincts. And yet, Yuta stayed by your side, even in death.
"I would've given my life for you," he said, voice low, almost a whisper. "I did give my life for you. And I’d do it again."
"Don’t," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "Don’t pretend like this is some kind of noble sacrifice. We died, Yuta. We lost everything. And now we’re stuck here, forever."
A heavy silence followed your words, but the unspoken truth hung between you like a noose. You had failed him, failed everyone. Your once-loyal guard had perished at your side, and you couldn’t protect him, couldn’t protect your people. The weight of it all bore down on you, suffocating.
Yuta’s form flickered again, and for a moment, you saw the man he had been—solid, warm, alive. His face, pale but strong, eyes glinting with determination even in the face of death. He had always been like that—unshakable, unwavering. And it made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with hunger.
"It wasn’t your fault," he said quietly, stepping closer, his hand once more trying to reach out to you, though it slipped through the air like smoke.
Your breath caught in your throat as his presence enveloped you, cold and intangible but somehow comforting. You longed to feel his touch, to know that you weren’t entirely alone in this nightmare. But all you had were shadows and memories.
"Yuta… I’m starving," you whispered, voice trembling. "I can’t… I can’t control it anymore."
He gave you a sad smile, his form fading slightly, as if the effort to stay in this realm was draining him. "Then let me help you. Find another way… until we figure this out."
Your jaw tightened. The hunger was unbearable, the ache deep and raw. It wasn’t just blood you craved—it was life itself. And yet… looking at him now, standing there with that quiet resolve, you knew you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t take what little he had left.
"I’ll wait," you said, though every instinct in your body screamed against it. "But not forever."
He nodded slowly, his form steadying as he met your gaze. "We’ll figure this out. Together."
You didn’t respond. Instead, you turned toward the grand windows of the hall, the moonlight filtering in through the cracks, illuminating the crumbling stones and forgotten history of the castle. The forest outside rustled, the wind carrying whispers of ancient things—things that were watching, waiting.
And so, you stood there, the hunger gnawing at your insides, your body tense with the need to feed. But you would wait, for him. Just a little longer.
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ㅤ ❁્᭄͜͡ Sanguine Whispers.
( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤsummary: "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!" "Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" “Oh. Oops.” cred: @me-writes-prompts 𖹭 ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤtags: alternative universe - supernatural, yuta okkotsu (ghost) x f!reader (vampire), angst, past lives, slow burn, dark fantasy, dark romance. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ cws: emotional and psychological anguish, death and undead themes, blood drinking, violence/blood/gore (mostly simple mentions), self-destructive behavior, mental health issues. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ count words: 1629 words! ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ playlist: Sanguine Whispers. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ chapter one. chapter two. next.
The silence in the castle was interrupted once again, but this time it wasn’t a whisper from the forest. It was a distant echo, barely perceptible, resonating through the stone walls. Something inside the castle had moved, something ancient, something that hadn’t been touched in centuries. You stopped dead in your tracks, your senses sharpened by hunger and the growing sense of danger.
Yuta watched you silently, his ghostly form floating beside you. “Did you hear that too?” he whispered, his voice heavy with concern.
You nodded, your eyes scanning the darkness that enveloped the halls. It wasn’t a presence from the forest that was calling you this time. It was something deeper, something buried in the very foundations of the structure. The echo resounded again, louder, like a faint heartbeat from the bowels of the castle. You didn’t know what it was, but something inside you urged you to follow it.
Without a word, you began to move. Every step you took made the echo intensify, as if it had been waiting for you, calling from the depths. Yuta stayed close, watching cautiously, but he didn’t stop you. He knew something had changed.
You descended the stairs to the lower levels of the castle, where the darkness was almost tangible, denser and more oppressive. The old chandeliers that once illuminated these corridors had long since gone out, leaving only twisted shadows crawling on the walls. Each step you took made the echo louder, as if you were getting closer to the source of a mystery that had remained sealed since you died.
“This isn’t a good idea,” Yuta muttered, his voice tense. “Whatever is down here… it should remain asleep.”
But the hunger inside you clouded your judgment. Every sound, every creak of the stones, made the desire to know more grow. Finally, you reached a door, massive and wooden, cracked and covered in cobwebs, sealed with heavy iron chains. An ancient symbol was carved into the surface, one you vaguely recognized from the old texts you had read in life.
“This place…” your voice was a whisper, and your fingers brushed over the symbol. “I knew it, once. This is the heart of the castle.”
“You knew it and forgot for a reason,” Yuta warned, though he made no move to stop you.
With titanic effort, you pushed the door, the chains groaning before giving way with a screech that echoed down the hallway. The echo was now deafening, as if the entire castle was preparing for the awakening of something that had been asleep for too long. On the other side of the door, a chilling cold hit you, as though the air itself was alive with ancient, dark magic.
The room you entered was small, barely a hidden chamber, but at its center was a stone pedestal, covered in dust and mold. On top, an object glowed faintly under the moonlight streaming through a crack in the ceiling. A reliquary, ancient and powerful, emanated an energy that made you stop in your tracks.
“This isn’t meant for us,” Yuta whispered, but curiosity overwhelmed you.
You approached slowly, feeling the relic’s energy vibrate in your veins, an ancient magic that drew you like a moth to a flame. You knew, deep down, that this artifact held answers, perhaps even the key to freeing yourself from the curse. But you also knew that all power came at a price.
When your fingers brushed the cold surface of the reliquary, a wave of images flooded your mind. Fragments of the past: the day of your death, the castle under siege, Yuta falling beside you, and then something else… something you didn’t remember. A broken promise, an ancient betrayal sealed in blood.
You released the reliquary abruptly, your hands trembling. The echo in the chamber suddenly ceased, and silence returned, as oppressive as before. Yuta floated beside you, his gaze fixed on you, though he said nothing.
“We’re not here by accident,” you finally said, your voice breaking with the revelation. “This castle… this curse. All of this is the consequence of something we did. Something I forgot.”
The weight of your words lingered in the air, sinking into the cold stone like a confession long overdue. Yuta’s eyes darkened, his ethereal form shifting slightly, as if the memories you had stirred were attempting to resurface from the depths of his own forgotten past.
“What do you mean?” His voice was barely a whisper, as though speaking louder would disturb something fragile, something better left untouched.
You struggled to find the answer, but the relic’s energy still thrummed in your veins, making your head spin. The images had been disjointed, flashes of a life before, but the betrayal, that feeling of shattered trust, stood out as vividly as your hunger. You couldn’t shake the weight of it, pressing down on you like the chains that had once sealed the door.
“Before we died,” you murmured, running a hand through your hair, “there was something—an oath. Something binding us here, to this place. And we broke it.”
Yuta’s brow furrowed, his spectral form flickering like a flame caught in a draft. “But what could we have done? I don’t remember making any oaths. My last memory is… is…” His voice trailed off, haunted by the same fragmented images that haunted you.
“The siege,” you finished for him, feeling the tension rise like bile in your throat. “We fought. We died. But there’s more. The castle—it wasn’t just our home. It was something else. A vault, maybe, or a prison.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, and with each word, the memories seemed to edge closer, clawing their way out of the abyss.
Yuta drifted closer, his gaze penetrating yours with a strange intensity. “What did we do? What were we guarding?”
Your heart pounded as you looked back at the reliquary, glowing faintly on the pedestal. It was as if the answers were right there, hovering just out of reach, but every time you grasped at them, they slipped away like smoke between your fingers. You shook your head, frustrated by the gnawing hunger, both for blood and for the truth.
“I don’t know. But it’s tied to this place. And to us.”
Before you could say anything else, a low, guttural sound broke through the silence—a groan from deep within the castle walls, as though the very structure was awakening with you. The floor beneath your feet trembled, the vibrations rippling through the stones like a pulse.
Yuta tensed, his form flickering as he glanced around. “We need to leave. Now.”
But you stood frozen in place, the weight of the past pressing down on you. Whatever you had unleashed, it was too late to stop it now. The chains on the door, the ancient symbol, the reliquary—they had all been part of a seal, keeping something buried, forgotten. And now, you had broken it.
The sound grew louder, a deep rumbling from below, as though the castle’s foundations were shifting. Dust and debris began to fall from the ceiling, and the crack letting in moonlight widened, spilling cold beams onto the stone floor.
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t leave. This is where it all started. If I don’t find out what we did… I’ll never be free of this curse.”
Yuta’s eyes flared with frustration, but he didn’t argue. He knew better than anyone the depth of your determination, the way the hunger twisted your sense of reason. Still, he couldn’t help but plead with you one last time. “This isn’t just about the past anymore. Whatever’s down here… it’s waking up.”
“I know,” you said, and even as you spoke, the ground beneath you buckled slightly, the tremors growing stronger. “But I need to know.”
With a deep breath, you stepped forward again, closer to the reliquary. The energy around it pulsed, vibrating through your bones, and for a moment, you hesitated, unsure if you could handle whatever truth it held. But then, with a steady hand, you reached for it once more.
The moment your fingers brushed the cold surface, a searing pain shot through your body. Your vision blurred, and the images returned—clearer this time, sharper. You saw yourself, standing in this very room centuries ago, Yuta at your side, both of you alive, your hearts still beating. The castle was under siege, flames licking at the walls outside, and you were surrounded by shadows—figures cloaked in darkness, faces hidden.
A deal had been struck. A promise made.
You saw yourself kneel before the reliquary, speaking words you didn’t recognize but somehow knew had sealed your fate. Yuta had been there, silent, watching, and though you couldn’t hear his voice, you felt the weight of his disapproval. He had warned you, even then.
And then—betrayal. The shadows turned on you, the promise broken. Blood spilled on the stone floor, your own blood, mixed with Yuta’s. The curse had been born in that moment, binding your souls to the castle for eternity.
The vision shattered, and you staggered back, gasping for breath. Your heart raced, and your head throbbed with the weight of the revelation. The tremors in the castle had stopped, but the air around you was thick with magic, dark and ancient.
Yuta hovered beside you, his face pale, his form more solid than before, as if the truth had given him strength. “What did you see?”
You looked up at him, eyes wide with the weight of the knowledge you now carried. “We made a deal. We were supposed to protect something… but we failed. And now… now it’s coming for us.”
The silence that followed was deafening, more oppressive than ever before.
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yuuta and his age appropriate fiancé
posting the sketch cause i like it better :p