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The wedding ceremony took place at dawn in the family temple of your village. Dressed in the most beautiful blend of a vibrant red and a serene white was the bride, bowing to the priest and then to the groom. Her heart fluttered in its cage, the key to it shone bright in his sapphire eyes. The groom wore a blend of a royal blue and a frothy white attire with his family crest sewn in golden threads on his chest. In his irises reflected the image of the love his life, standing before him like a celestial being. Worry seeped into his bones as the thought that it was merely a dream crossed his mind. But his bride was aware of his turbulent mind. So she smiled, raising her brows and nodding her head. In her gestures she had skillfully concealed the answers that she was indeed alive and this ceremony made her the happiest woman this village had seen.
By then the the priest began reciting prayers for the union of their souls. You both inhaled deeply, letting your fingers entwine, symbolizing your union for an eternity. This blessed morning, the sky was an enchanting combination of the shades of three elements: a deep orange for fire, slightly blue for water and streaks of the darkness of space. You marvelled at the design that was specially created for this sacred moment. You deduced that the fire must be your father and the water was your mother, looking at you from above, showering you with their blessings. The darkness was the times your ancestors had seen but it was to be washed away forever this morning. As glee coiled around your spine you acknowledged the depth of your grief that had shown itself last night.
Two nights ago, you had been looking at your reflection in the mirror, picking yourself apart, feeling as if you entire world was crashing down because you were all alone. The only family that you knew of had abandoned you. You mourned the loss of the love of your mother who would've dressed you in her own wedding dress. The strong hands of your father that would help you cross the threshold of this house a final time. Sinking down as agony weighed your chest, you fell on the floor and began sobbing.
Amidst your grieving you glanced at your reflection again and held your breath. You inched closer and noticed your eyes, just how much they resembled your father's; your nose that sat proudly on your face like your mother's; your hair dishevelled the same way as her and your smile drooping like your father's. While they weren't here physically, you could tell that they were here nonetheless. And so they shall always be.
As the ceremony came to a close, you sought the blessings of the elders present. And with that you were married to Satoru Gojo; a dream that you had only slightly touched once in your sleep had materialized today. You couldn't help but shed a few tears while Gojo squeezed your hand, holding back his own. Life had been merciful towards you, bestowing you with the greatest of miseries and the most profound happiness equally.
As you walked back towards your mansion where the remaining celebrations would occur, you noticed the people in the crowd. How lucky you felt as your heart swelled with affection towards your students, friends and most of all Yaga who insisted that he must attend as your guardian, the person who will give you away.
He had arrived unannounced a couple of days ago, though his arrival was a day later.
"I want to walk you to the temple and give you away as a daughter," he spoke politely yet firmly, fighting his emotions.
But you weren't feeling as strong so you threw yourself in his arms and wailed. In this lifetime, you were afortunate girl. You were gifted love endlessly, no matter which turn you took, it awaited you with open arms and you never missed the opportunity.
Your gaze fell on Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi walking together in a group. They huddled close, suppressing their laughter, while Megumi quietly accompanied them. He wanted to laugh but he was a proper Zeni'n so given the inappropriateness of the situation, his lips merely tugged in a gentle smile. Maki, Mai and Yuta walked behind them in silence but their eyes glimmered with a certain joy for this wedding.
Most of the school and many prominent names from the jujutsu society were mingling in the grand gardens of your estate. The decorations were carefully done under Hana's supervision. She had paid attention to each detail wholeheartedly, not leaving even a spoon askew. Garlands of multi coloured flowers hung in all direction, coiled around trees and wrapped around chairs. The golden cutlery against the white table cloth shimmered under the tender morning light. People dressed in traditional attire, holding gifts and envelopes of money, getting in line to meet you at the stage. The remaining guests talked and laughed together, clinking glasses, eating cake and hurling wishes at you both from time to time. Bashfully, you would thank them and continue observing the party.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today, my wife," he emphasized the last word intentionally to elicit a reaction from you.
And he succeeded in his venture when your cheeks turned the color of the roses in your hair.
"I had to keep up with you, husband," you replied coyly, biting your lip as the letters rolled off your tongue.
Morning dew clung to grass blades like pearls, glinting brightly under the sun. You walked hand in hand with Gojo, briefly stepping away from the party. The two of you walked the length of the garden to sit under the gazebo that your father had built. Silence enveloped the newly weds as your flustered faces looked everywhere but at each other. Drunken on the love that poured from your beings, you found your fingers interlacing with his.
The sounds of your breath filled the space, eyes fluttering, throats parched and heart beats throbbing in your ears. Finally, Gojo turned to face you, gazing into your eyes with the kind of love you've only ever read about. He moved closer to you until you could feel his breath on your face. You wanted to look away but the intensity of his glance was so compelling that it would become a sin to do otherwise.
His long, boney fingers traced your lips, the shiny gem in his wedding ring made you blush again. It was a reminder that your bond had deepened, transforming from the sapling of your friendship to this fruit-bearing tree. You felt your pulse tremble under your skin and his fingers pressed further into your flesh. As soon as his lips pressed onto yours, your whole body stirred, swaying in a way a freshly bloomed flower does when the first breeze caresses it.
The fever of love was driving you both mad. You wanted to become one with him right then and there but the plethora of guests on the other side of the garden pulled you back to your senses. With great self control you peeled yourself away, smoothing out the creases in your dress.
"Tonight, I'm having you to my heart's content," Gojo whispered in your ear, sending a wave of electricity down your spine.
Your senses were heightened at the thought of his bare self joining with yours but you stifled the noise that wanted to break free from your mouth. And like two sensible hosts, you rejoined the guests, greeting them and dancing with them.
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At night, when all the local guests had departed and those who had traveled from far and wide had retired to their allotted chambers, Gojo held you from behind. The moon was hidden behind a thin blanket of the night sky. You turned and pressed your cheek on his chest and he held you even closer to his heart. Although you couldn't see but you knew that he was smiling as widely as you. His ribcage was brimful with love and warmth, sheathing you in it.
"I have to ask you something, Satoru," you murmured, your face nestled against him.
He nodded gently, moving softly as he cradled you, as delicately as one holds a whispered secret. You smiled and kissed his chin.
"Do you think he will return?" Nervousness tinged your voice, but you strained to maintain an air of festivity, forcing a smile.
"I believe he will, but we will be prepared," he replied, his jaw tense yet softening at the sight of your fading worry.
"I have something to ask you too," he bit his lower lip, and you mirrored his nod.
"What are your thoughts on starting a family?" He asked, swallowing his fear along with the weight of those words.
"We are already a family," you whispered, kissing his lips and threading your fingers through his hair. "And with Megumi, we may not need children of our own."
Gojo was surprised, for a moment he merely gazed at you, letting the gravity of your words sink in. His eyes were impressed, even amused but the rest of face suffered through a thousand emotions. Still staggering in his thoughts he managed to speak.
"Do you mean he will take over... after us?" His eyes widened in surprise as the question slipped from his lips.
"Yes, I always knew the curse will end with me. Megumi is a Zeni'n, but they will never accept him as the head of clan. Still, he is exceptional and destined to lead."
When Gojo remained silent, pondering, you held his face in both your hands and peered into his disturbed irises.
"We have time before we discuss this with him," you replied.
He gave in realizing that the decision has been made and it was in favor for all three of you. But you weren't certain how the elders would receive this decision, but knowing the Zeni'ns' disdain for your clan, it seemed like a conclusion that might avert the looming threat.
After Gojo agreed even the moon emerged from behind its clouds to bless your judgement. The lovers embraced, exchanging kisses and sweet nothings. They extinguished the lights and drew the curtains, ensuring not even the moon's shadow would disturb their first night together as husband and wife.
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A/N: that's it lovers, this is the end. i hope you enjoyed this story as much as i enjoyed writing it. this was my first fanfic, hence its extremely special to me. thank you for the love and support you've given me <3333