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itadorey · 9 months

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: you contemplate gojo's existence on a roof, at night, alone (or so you think). wc: ~1.7k genre: mostly fluff, a tiny bit of angst at the beginning warnings: some jjk manga spoilers, talks about geto, talks about death i listened to "moon song" by phoebe bridgers while writing this so you could say it's loosely inspired

gojo satoru is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive.

that isn't an opinion, it's a fact so widely accepted that the higher-ups have begun sending him on increasingly dangerous missions. you're unsure as to whether it's an attempt to end his life or if they're just taking advantage of the fact that there is no curse strong enough to beat him.

a sigh escapes your lips as you lie down, your back pressed up against the ridged shingles of the school's roof. it's neither uncomfortable nor comfortable, but you don't know if it's because of the architecture or if you're just numb.

you've been feeling numb pretty often lately.

things have changed in the past few years. there's an emptiness that seems to live within you, created by geto's defection and somewhat filled in by the presence of fushiguro megumi. you hope that the more time you spend with him, the easier it gets.

(it's hard when he looks so much like his father).

you think about megumi in an attempt to stop thinking about gojo, and you wonder if he knows how it pains you to take the boy in. you also wonder if it's some sort of self-inflicted punishment for him; saving the son of the man he murdered. it sounds like something gojo would knowingly put himself through.

the moonlight is bright as you force yourself to focus on the sky, your eyes studying the stars scattered about in a weak attempt to locate the few constellations you know. you shut your eyes almost immediately, sucking in a deep breath as you remember it was geto who taught you everything you know about constellations.

you wonder if gojo thinks about him often. (you know he does).

there's a brief moment where you wiggle around uncomfortably before sitting up, your hair blowing in the soft breeze as you bring your knees up to your chest. sleep has been evading you for quite some time now, but it's always worse whenever gojo is gone. you claim your insomnia stems from a place of concern, but shoko argues that it's because you have some sort of codependent relationship with your blue-eyed friend. you wonder if she's right.

it isn't long until you notice his presence, and you know that he knows that you know he's there. he doesn't move for a few minutes, and neither do you, content to keep staring out at nothing. it isn't until a stronger breeze blows, making you shiver, that he finally comes to stand next to you.

"cold night," gojo comments, one hand in his pocket. there's a bundle under his other arm, and you barely spare him a glance as you answer.

"you're back early," you mutter, identifying the bundle as the woven blanket you tend to keep at the foot of your bed. "i thought it was a five day thing."

"you know how it is," he says in response. you hum in return because yes, you do know how it is for gojo. for him, a five day mission can be completed in a matter of hours if he really tries, and you're all of a sudden reminded of just how powerful gojo satoru is.

his birth changed the balance of the world and yet, the holder of the six eyes, user of the limitless technique, and master of infinity leans down to wrap a blanket around your shivering form. you feel his fingers brush against your arms.

you stare at him for a few seconds as he adjusts the blanket, the sunglasses perched on his nose making you frown. they look frighteningly similar to the ones he wore back then. you think they might actually be the same pair. there's little hesitation on your behalf as you reach out, gently grabbing them and plucking them off of his face. his eyes are trained on you the entire time, and without the protection from the sunglasses, you are forced to bear the entire weight of the stare from his six eyes.

as you stare into bright, endless blue flames, you think it's not so bad.

the satoru from back then was bright and bold, as unforgiving as the summer sun as he developed into a formidable sorcerer alongside his best friend. you think the one you're seeing now is more like the moon; still bright and impressive but just a little less intense. he's more bearable, slightly matured by the highs and lows of being a caretaker to a grumpy child, but just as out of reach as he has always been.

you presume geto's sun died the day he left.

nothing is said as gojo takes a seat next to you, his knee bumping against yours as he tries to mimic your position. next comes the brushing of his pinky finger against yours, and you wonder if something happened on his mission. the tenderness of his touches is unusual but not unwelcome. it's something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"here," you say, unwrapping the blanket from around yourself and extending one arm towards gojo. he looks at you, bewilderment clear on his face. you don't do anything but send him a tired smile, motioning for him to scoot in even closer. "it's big enough for both of us."

gojo listens without complaint, pressing himself up against you until you're able to rest your head on his shoulder. there's something comforting about having you close, and he knows it's because you bring him a sense of relief that he doesn't think he's felt since geto suguru left him behind.

left both of you behind.

"do you think about him?" you ask, breaking gojo out of his thoughts. he stays quiet, but you know that he knows who you're talking about. you've started to avoid saying his name out loud but its all you can hear in your head as you wait for his response. geto, geto, geto.

it soon becomes abundantly clear that gojo refuses to answer, and you keep speaking in desperate hopes of trying to finally get rid of the emptiness you feel inside. you think that'll never happen.

"because i do," you admit quietly, your chest tightening as you trace random shapes on your knee. "i think about him all the time and i just wonder where i went wrong because we were so happy, satoru. i think about all those late nights where we stayed up with shoko, laughing and pretending for once that everything would be fine. we knew our lives were dangerous but when we were together it didn't matter because we were together."

gojo pretends not to hear the soft crack in your voice as you get increasingly louder, cutting yourself off with a gasp before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"why did he leave?" you ask quietly. your words ring loudly in gojo's ears and for once in his life, he doesn't have anything to say. "i keep thinking about that day and i don't get it. why didn't he come to us? there was no reason for him to have left us just like that, is there? i thought he loved us. i know he loved you. and i can't make sense of his actions wit--"

"is that what you've been losing sleep over? that's stupid, you shouldn't be concerning yourself over this. and he loved you too, y'know? a lot," gojo says softly, cutting you off before you can spiral even more. there's a pregnant pause as he reaches out, grabbing your hand and bringing it closer to him as he toys with your fingers. you look up at him when he intertwines his hand with yours, eyes widening when you see him already staring at you. his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb softly stroking the area right under your eye. you're sure your eyebags are looking worse than normal. "and so do i."

it takes you a moment to process his words, the silence growing as you think back to what he had said before initiating physical contact with you. when you realize what he has admitted, that he's in love with you, you feel your face begin to heat up under his hand.

"what?" you squeak, eyes wide as you watch his face. you see amusement dancing in his eyes, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly at your response.

"i am in love with you," he admits quietly, eyes darting down to your lips when they part open in shock. "and i would really like to kiss you right now."

gojo is rewarded with an answer when you lean forwards, your lips connecting in a clumsy kiss as you do your best to remain still on the roof. his hand disconnects from yours in favor of joining his other in cupping your face, deepening the kiss as he does so. your hands come up to grab onto his forearms, and you find yourself shifting onto his lap in an attempt to get even closer to gojo.

"in case it isn't clear, i'm in love with you too," you murmur softly once you've separated. your arms drop to wrap around gojo, and he lets go of your face in favor of hugging you close to him.

"well that's a relief!" he says in his usual teasing tone. it makes you happy to see him happy and for the first time in a long time, neither one of you are thinking about geto suguru in that moment. you giggle when gojo leans back, lying down on the roof as he forces you to cuddle him. you rest your face in the crook of his neck, letting your eyes drift close as he hums.

"you know you don't need to worry about anything, right?" gojo asks, his words uncharacteristically soft as he runs his fingers through your hair. "you have me, and i can do anything to keep you safe. in fact, i will to whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy and i hope you know i'd give you the moon if you really asked me to."

you snort at his cheesy words, your heart feeling lighter than it ever has as he joins you in your laughter. you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw before settling back into your previous position, wrapping the blanket more tightly around the two of you.

"i don't need the moon, satoru. i just need you."

he smiles.

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 22 days

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Y/n with a extremely powerful cursed energy

Request from one of my friends who somehow found out about my writing obsession with different fandoms... thanks girl, you know too much now.

Gojo

"I really don't want to fight anyone. Please, stop."

He doesn't say anything, his feet moving his being toward you. He was only walking. He thinks you're weak.

"Please, stop. I-I really don't want to hurt you!" You saw what he did to Hanami, you wanted it to stop.

Geto wasn't there yet so you had to stop him. He's standing right in front of you now. He looks down at you with a frown and then sidesteps you, starting his walk past you.

"Wait!"

You reach forward and grab his arm; he slightly jumps at the contact. You breached infinity. How?

He pulls away from you and crosses his fingers in front of himself.

"Domain expansion..." He was going to kill you.

You hold one finger up as the domain started to expand around you.

"Void."

A black veil swallows up his domain...he's in shock how a weakling like yourself was able to disable everything. A single snap of your fingers and the void you created forms tightly around him, he would lose consciousness soon.

You feel his breathing stop and cease your void, now back at the train station. You approach his body, crouching down to make sure he's unconscious. You go to rise to your feet and his hand shoots out to grab your neck.

"Your cursed energy is quite impressive, sadly, it wasn't enough. Now you're going to die here."

"Satoru."

The guy turns his head, looking at Geto and dropping his hold on your neck in the process. You push his hand away, gasping for air and moving toward Geto. He opens the prison realm and watches the man get swallowed up into the small box.

A hand is placed on your head.

"After the rest of them, your duties aren't over."

★・・・・・・★

Choso

You heard the loud fighting from the bathroom nearby and immediately rushed in, finding a knocked out Yuuji and the person who hurt him.

"Jesus! Yuuji!"

You rush over to him, feeling a soft breath on your hand. You let out a sigh of relief as you turn your head to dodge the arrow coming your way.

"Interesting. You're the blood manipulation dude I heard about."

Another arrow shoots out of his clasped hands, but you simply touch the tip of it, watching it turn into a bloody puddle on the floor. He demeaner falters as he watches you.

"You better count your blessings and hope I don't hurt you that bad."

★・・・・・・★

Sukuna

You thought it was insane that some random kid found their way into a veil and swallowed the finger of Sukuna.

"Y/n, he just-" "Megumi, exit the veil. I got it."

He was about to talk you out of it but then complied with the request you made. Using his curses to help him get off the rooftop quicker. Sukuna turns to you, a crazy smile appearing on his face. His fingers swipe in front of him, obviously trying to cut you. Nothing happens.

He does it again and again, nothing happens.

"No matter how many times you try it, it's not going to work."

He, of course, continued to try to hurt you and then groaned in annoyance when it wasn't working.

You stand in front of him and quickly nullify Sukuna. You click your tongue and carry the boy out of the veil, seeing Megumi and Gojo. Did this man really go shopping?

"Satoru, we have a problem. This kid swallowed Sukuna's finger and now he is his vessel."

★・・・・・・★

TODO & ITADORI

You run in from around the corner, watching Mahito getting beat up. His body rolls in front of you and he looks up at you. You give him your hand and pull him up.

"Well, you look like shit."

"Shut up and handle these two for me."

"You know you're going to owe me for this right."

Mahito runs off and leaves you standing there with the two boys.

"Hi! I hope you two aren't as boring as the others." You stretch out your limbs and start running towards them.

Todo and Itadori runs toward you, trying to grab you, they both fail. You jump up, suppress Todo's energy and using your foot to kick him into the wall. Then you hold Itadori's punch, draining the energy from his body.

"Someone's getting sleepy."

A quick push and he falls over, still alive but asleep. Todo springs back into action, trying to restrain you in some way. Using the drain energy from Itadori, you deliver a hard punch into Todo's abdomen, sending him into the way and knocking him out cold.

"That fight was barely fun..."

★・・・・・・★

TOJI

He just sliced a deep cut on Geto's chest, leaving him in the rubble. When he's walking away from the body, Toji hears something stirring behind him. He quickly turns his head and points his gun at you.

"Y/-Y/n." Geto's hand reaches out shakily, trying to push you away from him.

"Shh... I'm here. Rest." His eyes close and you used your technique to send him back to Jujutsu High, someone will help him.

"I can't believe an old man, of all people, killed THE Satoru Gojo."

BANG!

You appear behind him, sitting on the rubble pile.

"Let me tell you, I'm not like Satoru and I don't die easily."

BANG!

Your hand is around the gun barrel, it starts to dissipate in your grasp. He lets go of the gun and moves away from you. A smile appears on your face and then you sigh.

"I won't get to fight you like I wanted to after all. He's awake now and ready for a rematch. Bye now."

With a quick wink, you disappear into thin air leaving him to walk out the same way he came.

★・・・・・・★

A/n: The way my creativity was working like a machine is fucking insane. My brain hurts and I'm going to bed...

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radiance1 · 5 months

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Ghost Prince Danny who has been adopted by Pariah Dark, known tyrant of the Infinite Realms that has hated and tried to wage war with humanity for eons before being put to sleep.

Then, there is Raven. Daughter of Trigon.

Danny was just going through some kind of royalty training, that he didn't want nor cared for, when they dropped a bomb on him.

Apparently, Amity Park and the rest of the world he knew exists in some kind of weird pocket dimension that was surrounded by the Infinity Realms.

It went like this:

Infinite Realms > Unworld > His world > Unworld > Infinite Realms > basically everything else.

Which was pretty shocking information to be told straight up.

Anywho, he then decided to go and visit his father (Pariah Dark not Jack Fenton) because it was a way to get out of his studies, he's very thankful that Clockwork stepped in and allowed him to go.

Only before reversing his clock and changing him into a kid, of course, and Danny was like "Why???" and Clockwork refused to explain further than his signature calm, all-knowing smile.

So, he arrives in the dimension and then decides to withhold his visit for now because he wants to explore. He finds this dimension to be very different to his, there's magic for one thing, superheroes and villains for another, and actual proof of aliens.

Safe to say, he's gonna be withholding that visit for a while to explore and check out the differences.

Then he gets summoned, and uh, he didn't know that could happen but it did. Then some heroes pull up, fight the cultists, and then look at him a bit weirdly because they were expecting the Ghost King aka Pariah Dark.

He's his son.

Which, apparently, makes them even more apprehensive than they were a while ago. Something about being the son of a tyrant who was known for enslaving worlds or whatever.

Then, he meets Raven.

Meeting her was pretty.... awkward? He thinks? Cause it seemed like she wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it?

Then, while he was sitting around (because apparently, he was being kept an eye on by the Teen Titans) by himself just zoning out, she sat down next to him, and started to talk about her own father and how he was also a known tyrant and enslaver of worlds, and she was apparently the key to the destruction of this world and stuff.

But she didn't have to be something like that, that she could choose her own fate and be good, and so could Danny.

Danny, is, well. Stunned. Then started crying.

He then realized that his it's been a while since he blinked, and that's probably why he's crying. But Raven doesn't know that and assumed she caused this and is trying to get him to calm down and Danny is already calm he swears-

Looking like someone under 10 probably didn't help, neither was trying to wipe his tears away and claim that he was fine but hey! He was trying his best alright-

(Meanwhile, the Ghost tyrant and enslaving of worlds in question: Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret. Yes this was an au that was mixed in with Farmer Pariah, because I like that au and this hc is one of my favorites for Pariah, along with him having an intense love for horses :D)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #ghost prince danny #Honestly I have no idea what this au actually is #I just wanted Raven and Ghost Prince Danny to meet #And then Raven knowing of Pariah Dark or at least being told #Assumes that Danny could be like her #And then says that he doesn't have to be evil just because his father is and that he could make his own fate #Or something like that #de aging

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Aali!!!! I was gonna put this in the tags of your training scenario but got shy :(

but i immediately thought of Gojo!! And like he's not surprised you flipped him over due to you're strength, he has no doubts about how strong you are but it's the fact that he trusts you so much he unconsciously turned off his infinity for you <3 so now he's like !!!!!! because what!!!! but also you're on top of him and you look so pretty so now he's short circuiting double the amount!!!!

Like !!!!!!!! my brain is going crazy thinking about it - 🍓

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. neither strong, nor weak - just in love.

about. combat training with gojo makes him realise just how strong you really are. inspired by this silly post i made yesterday, it wasn’t meant to become a whole thing but it did and now it’s…sad. im sorry. also pls don’t be shy ily :(

warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, mutual pining, slightly unrequited romance, mentions of violence (they’re combat training), death mention, canon!verse, gn!reader.

you’re pissed.

over the years satoru’s seen a colourful array of emotions splayed against your features. he’s seen joy, laughter, happiness — all of which are his favourites. he wishes he could have seen them more. but also sadness, anguish and a pain so deep he felt like he was dying right alongside you.

he’s died once before, nearly, but it never could have compared to the feeling he got when you looked at him with pure hatred. because gojo had been the one to hurt you, then.

you’ve never been one to hold grudges, you’re too good of a person for the world to hold anyone in such a negative light for way too long — but when you do experience these emotions, you feel them all too much and all too hard and everyone can see it too. maybe that’s why gojo picks up on your spike of anger so easily during training today, it could be the sick reason behind how much he’s enjoying you being pissed off too.

because you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, so gojo knows exactly how he makes you feel — all of the time. “c’mon sweetheart, don’t lose focus. don’t you wanna beat me?” he taunts you, a cocky smile stretched over his lips as he dodges each of your blows, though the shades over his eyes hide the admiration he has for you.

“fuck you.” you spit back harshly, as if the words scald your tongue. shifting your weight onto your back foot, you take a chance and swing your leg up high, just narrowly missing the silvery mop of satoru’s hair where his infinity goes up to protect him.

for gojo, it’s easy for things to lose their meaning, slipping away from him like fine grains of sand through his fingers. at times when he should, he finds himself without a care — it’s easier to walk through life not giving a shit than to tie emotions to actions, people and places. if the strongest cares too much then people have to die. that’s why the wielder of the six eyes holds you to such high regards. you’re strong because you’re able to care — no matter what’s in your path or who might stand in your way, and what they might make you feel, you are able to be strong for those in need.

you feel what satoru can’t.

“i’ve been waiting all day for that, honey.” he quips back, lifting his shades just a little to bare the full brunt of your aura through his technique. “c’mon, let’s put in a little more effort, shall we? if i were a curse, you’d be dead by now.”

everything gojo sees is magnified by one hundred, he could detect the smallest of changes no matter how close or far he was from you — and being able to witness frustration build up in your core along with stacks of your cursed energy elicits a pleasant reaction out of him. his head flops to the side, almost bored, despite how the corner of his lips quirk up into a lopsided grin. satoru loves how you’re just teeming with anger, from the top of your head right down to your toes — spreading into your fingertips as your cursed energy balls powerfully around your fist.

and even though he catches it between his larger hands, the thin invisible veil of his infinity quite literally stopping you from killing gojo — he can still feel that you’re pouring your all into this, into him. even though you’re tired and dripping with sweat while your muscles burn so hot you fear they might melt away, you’re still trying. you still won’t give up. you’re still stronger than he ever could be.

and he’s practically a god.

“you would be the dead one if you didn’t have the cheat code to life.” rolling your shoulders, you step back with a menacing snarl and start again — fists flying in the direction of the six eyes as you’re fuelled by the passion of taking him down. making him hurt. people like gojo piss you off, their existence serving as a reminder that your life is not promised and every step you take is a sacrifice to help them live on. though deep down, you know that you don’t hate him for it. it’s nothing that he could have helped.

once again, satoru snags your fist before it can even leave a mark on him and draws you in by his infinity. for a moment, you’re scared that he might use it to repel you, harm you — he catches the flicker of fear in your eyes before you steel your nerves and keep on fighting even as he grabs at your wrists, sweeps your feet out from underneath you and pins you to the hard ground below.

leaning over your frame as you squirm beneath him, gojo tuts down at you in faux disappointment. “so sad, and here i was, thinking that you were strong enough to beat me.” he says, cruelly. “give up already, princess.”

in response, you bare your fangs and dig your nails into his wrists — not letting up. “i’ll give up when you’ve killed me.”

that makes satoru falter.

it’s only training, really, it shouldn’t even be that serious. but his mind can’t shake the idea of one day sacrificing you for the good of others. for everyone satoru gojo has ever cared about, there has been a day where he has to choose between letting them meet their end and protecting the jujutsu world. that’s the way it’s always been and always will be. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, that you can’t handle yourself — you’ve proven yourself capable of that time and time again. you’re strong, physically and resilient in your emotions, mentally but you’re only human.

and humans don’t last as long as gods do.

seizing the opportunity at hand, you squeeze your thighs around satoru’s slender waist to switch your situation and rip your wrists free from his steady iron grip. so now, your positions are reversed, and he’s the one with his arms above his head — exposing all of his vulnerable vital organs. he could have easily kept himself in control and have you squirming below him for hours, but he lets you. he trusts you enough to let you prove yourself to him — just so he can have that moment, that lets you know that the great satoru gojo is not immune to the likes of you.

he is weak for you.

his infinity slips away unconsciously just as his back his the the floor with a dull thud — wisps of his snow white hair flying about the place with the motion. satoru lays still beneath you, unmoving like a tree rooted to its spot, and peers up at you through the thickness of his lashes. he watches how you try to control your surprise and how shocked you are at yourself for pinning him down — truth being told that if he didn’t have infinity to hide behind, if he was human, you probably would have been able to from the start.

“think again,” you breathe, the dip in your voice doing nothing to help satoru’s crazed mind and how insane he is for you. “princess.”

you’re so pretty like this. your eyes are frenzied and and astonished, your chest heaves with every breath you take in desperation to fill your lungs with air and your skin shines with light perspiration from your training. and even then, to satoru, you’re the most precious form of life he’s ever seen. a rarity amongst unpolished gems. every emotion you have right now is laid bare against your features, coursing through your veins and it’s because of him.

it’s nice like this, to feel weak in the knees and in the heart for someone. to be able to feel your pulse rather than see it as nothing but a flicker of a blue flame with blue eyes.

he wants to touch you, subconsciously reaching out to brush a thumb over your cheek. “you’re so beautiful.” satoru whispers, his voice low and uneven — causing goosebumps to rise over the expanse of your skin and a soft gasp to lay wet on your lips.

exasperated tears begin to well up in your eyes, sitting pretty in your lower lash line. you’re so angry at gojo and how you think he sees you but you don’t dare to push his hand away, instead turning your head to look elsewhere. you don’t want him to see you cry.

“turn your infinity back on. i could kill you.”

“you’re beautiful,” satoru repeats adamantly, not caring if he sounds like a broken record. “you’re strong. stronger than me.” you’re pissed at him too , for looking down at you. for all the things he’s said that hurt you without meaning to. your grip on his wrists loosen along with your hold on your emotions. “i wish i could be weak enough to love you.”

“i said turn it back on, gojo.”

“look at me, please.”

“gojo.”

“please.”

your shoulders sag with a shaky exhale, all of the fight you had leaving you as you sit on top of him — looking down at him. “what?” comes your quiet mumble, not daring to flinch away as his thumb traces over your bottom lip without the gentle hum of his infinity.

“i love you.”

if you were at any other point in time, satoru’s words would have had you melting over him like butter in a pan. you would have been weak enough to say it back and let him overwhelm you with longing. because if this were any other point in time, you would have needed satoru gojo like you needed air to breathe. like you needed him to live.

but things are different now, there’s a concrete wall built around your heart to fortify it and you’ve grown to become immune to him. like gojo says, you are strong and while you know that you always have been — hearing him admit that makes you realise you don’t want to prove your worth to him anymore.

you would much rather have him kill you instead.

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wisteriaw0rld · 10 months

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-ˋˏ ༻motherly love༺ ˎˊ-

||synopsis: they like you because of how motherly you treat them, but despite them having a crush you might only like them platonically♡

||a/n: originally requested by anon but I accidentally deleted the request. (Again, I still might be slow on requests, I apologize in advance) - (In this the reader is a hashira and Tanjiros sibling!)

||characters: Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, Genya, Muichiro

“It’s not fashionable to love me.” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡Zenitsu had never actually met you until he landed in the butterfly mansion after the incident on the infinity train.

♡Tanjiro talked about you a lot. Considering you were a Hashira you were always busy with duties and you never had the chance to talk visit Tanjiro and meet his friends.

♡However after you had gotten the news of the flame pillars death after an encounter with upper moon two, you immediately rushed to the butterfly estate to make sure Tanjiro was okay. That was the first time you had actually met his friends.

♡The moment you made sure Tanjiro was okay, you took the time to meet his friends.

♡Right after Zenitsu met you, he immediately asked you to marry him. Before you could even politely decline, Tanjiro smacked him on the back of his head.

♡It didn’t take very long until you realized Zenitsu’s scared personality. He would practically scream at everything.

♡Any time you got the chance, you would visit the butterfly estate to help him train.

♡You felt bad at how he was terrified of being a demon slayer. So you offered to help him. You began training him and attempting to get rid of his fears.

♡Any time Zenitsu got scared, which happened a lot, he’d cling to your side while you pat his head reassuring him he was okay.

♡The food you make for him is also something that makes him feel better after getting scared. If your head pat’s don’t help him, your food will. But he’ll definitely have tears in his eyes while eating.

♡Being with Zenitsu is much like being stuck with a scared little kid that’s by your side 24/7.

♡He gets attached to you very quickly. With the way you treat him so kindly, he can’t not be by your side.

♡So whenever he has a mission without you, he’s gripping onto your haori while the people he’s going on the mission with try to pry him off of you while yelling apologies.

♡He overall loves how you treat him. So gentle and nice.

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˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡He doesn’t care much about you being a hashira. Let alone Tanjiros sibling. The moment he see’s you he’s trying to fight you without a second thought.

♡At first, he doesn’t even know you’re Tanjiro’s sibling. While Tanjiro does talk about you a lot, he’s never explained how you look.

♡Inosuke found you sitting at the engawa of the butterfly estate eating an onigiri while minding your own business. The moment he see’s you he takes out his swords, yelling at you to fight him.

♡Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho, who all saw Inosuke trying to fight you, immediately grabbed onto his legs while yelling at him to stop. They knew you were fully capable of beating him as a hashira. That’s why they were trying to get him away. So his injuries wouldn’t possibly end up worse.

♡With all the commotion, Zenitsu heard and walked over in confusion. Then Tanjiro followed. Only to see Inosuke trying to fight you.

♡That’s when inosuke found out that you were Tanjiros sibling. And a hashira at that.

♡The moment you actually first got along with Inosuke was when you were helping Aoi in the kitchen. Aoi had to leave to finish the laundry and that’s when Inosuke ran in.

♡As always he had demanded you to fight him. Every time you ignored his offer. So this time you did as well.

♡”You want some takoyaki?” You asked, completely ignoring his request. It took him a while to process what you said. Especially since he’d already eaten and he wasn’t allowed to have seconds.

♡Eventually Inosuke got used to you giving him food. Even when he was no longer at the butterfly estate.

♡He’s not really used to kindness or affection. Tanjiro had been enough with how nice he treated everyone. But the moment he met you it was different. You had obviously favored him.

♡You were also used to being overly affectionate unlike him. Having so many siblings and being the oldest next to tanjiro made you show affection to others.

♡With all the attention you gave him it didn’t take long until he fell for you. It came to the point you were the only person that was able to calm him down whenever he acted rashly.

♡Many people are shocked when it comes to your interactions with him. Inosuke cares deeply about you but refuses to show it.

♡Even with his efforts to keep it a secret, his crush on you remains obvious to you

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˚ʚtsuyuri kanaoɞ˚

♡Kanao met you through shinobu after she decided to visit your estate and bring Kanao with her.

♡You were only a year older than Kanao and considering your kind personality, shinobu had assumed the two of you could become good friends.

♡The moment Kanao met you, she fell for you and she fell hard. She’s not used to being cared for which is the main reason she loves you so much.

♡She doesn’t know much about love but the way you treat her made her admire you.

♡Kanao loves to spend time with you and is always visiting your estate once she’s done with her job at the butterfly mansion.

♡She eventually learns how to talk to you without using her coin with easily helps her open up to you. It takes a while but she soon learns how to talk to you without a problem.

♡Kanao adores the way you care for her. Your hugs and company sooth her and make her feel nice.

♡She doesn’t know how to handle the care of someone else so she does get flustered easily.

♡After you had learned about her past, you treated her with more kindness and of course she felt herself falling more in love with you.

♡Kanao often gets more clingy as your bond with her grows. She gets awkward when it comes to giving you hugs back so instead she’s always following you like a lost puppy.

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˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡Genya doesn’t exactly know how to act around someone that cares for him so much. He’s not used to affection.

♡The moment you expressed the smallest bit of kindness to Genya, he immediately took a liking towards you.

♡He didn’t understand why he felt comfortable around you more than most people.

♡But you had treated him with nothing but kindness and it made him appreciate you.

♡Genya also noticed the way you tried your best to protect him.

♡The main reason you had always treated him nicely had been because you saw the way Sanemi treated him. In a way you knew the wind pillar did care deeply about his brother but didn’t know how to express it. So you decided to help.

♡You didn’t exactly expect him to grow a crush on you.

♡Genya also admires you a lot considering your a strong hashira. But that also gives him another reason to get easily awkward in a way.

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˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡He didn’t pay much attention to you until you went on a mission with him. The way you had treated him in the short amount of time you were with him made him cling to you.

♡You often helped him when it came to his memory problems. You wrote him small notes in a notebook to help him remember some things.

♡Muichiro deeply appreciates your kindness to him, even though it takes a while for him to get used to.

♡He’s not used to someone being by his side and treating him so motherly, he begins getting really cling.

♡Next thing you know he’s the one following you everywhere you go and not leaving your side.

♡He gets jealous easily and doesn’t like when others steal your attention, (which happens a lot).

♡Muichiro’s also always reminding you that your kindness can be seen as a weakness when in reality, he never wants your nice personality to leave.

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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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JJK Men when you forget your umbrella PART 2

INCLUDING: Business Nanami and Teen Gojo

TW: Nothing but water here so. And no, there isn't any smut.

NOT EDITED- YOU HAVE BEEN WARRNED.

♧Nanami♧ (As an office worker)

Nanami reads the weather report to see how long the down pour of rain would last. He looked out the glass doors before picking up his brief case. A ding behind him indicated someone was coming out the elevator. He kept walking toward the door when he heard a breathy

"Crap"

It was your voice, he turned around to see you looking through your bag for an umbrella. The you looked up only to met Nanami's eyes.

"Uh Nanami. Good afternoon" You said

"Afternoon" he replyed.

"The rain is supposed to get harder from now" He said.

Your eyes widened. You were going to be soaking wet on the train home. You thought about running to the station, it wasn't to far but it wasn't close enough to get there dry.

"Are you going to the station?" He asked

You nodded your head and watched as he sighed and placed his brief case on the ground and took off his blazer.

"We can run there now, if you want. I forgot my umbrella to."

You couldn't help but nod trying to hide your smile and pink cheeks. Being a office worker sucked, except for your co-worker that you had a crush on. Nanami looked even better with out the blazer.

Was this a dream? You too stood outside the buildings cover before he stood beside you and held his blazer over you both.

"Ready?" He said

"Ready" you said holding his brief case against your chest with your bag on your shoulder.

"Okay 3....2...1"

You both got to the station mostly dry, couldn't say the same about his blazer though.

°Gojo° (Teen)

Gojo stood outside of the building that you two fully exorcised. You were exhausted and lost your bag somewhere in the building, presumably eaten by a curse and your umbrella along with it. The last thing you wanted to do was go home soaking wet. You walked out the building behind Gojo just staring at him.

"Lucky bastard." you mumbled. His infinity was on so the rain had no chance of touching him.

"What was that?" he said with a smirk

"Forgot your umbrella?"

"You have 6 eyes, YET YOU COULDN''T STOP THE CURSE FROM EATING MY UMBREALLA" You said.

"I had other priorities, like stopping the curse from, oh I don't know, EATING YOU."

"What ever." you sighed. You tying your shoes before you ran to the train station when you raised your head to see Gojo's hand out stretched infront of your eyes.

"Go on, take it." he said with a smile

You hesitated before slowly reaching and taking his hand. As soon as your hand was in his he grabbed tightly and pulled you into the middle of the street, completely catching you off guard.

"HEY! YOUR GONNA GET ME WET" You shouted

You both stood there for a moment.

"Am I...am I in you infinity?" You asked not feeling the rain at all.

"Yep" He said smiling joyfully as he began to walk you home.

"Well, goodnight then and thanks for the infinity." You said trying to avoid his blind fold. What dose it matter, what can't he see?

"No prob" he said as you closed the door.

"And then I pulled her out into the rain and I ACTUALLY USED INFINITY ON HER, NO SUGURU IM SERIOUS, I KNOW SHE LIKES ME, HER FACE WAS RED AND EVERYTHING" he said talking to Suguru on his phone while walking home.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a part 2, part 1 was about Megmi and yuji int he same kind of sanario, atually i'll just leave the link for that righttttt here for you. Thanks for reading.

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mikeslawyer · 10 months

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What are your favourite byler fics?

i’m just going to list you all sixteen of my bookmarks<3

all i wanted was you by cleradinism - jealous mike wheeler trope my beloved

i want a love like the movies by @wrong-energy - will actor au

stepping on the last train by @suzieburself - mike has a kid, who brings byler together after years

only you by @nightowlfury - mike is clingy. full on

a happy ending was imperative by @waroftheposes - will reads maurice and mike gains some emotional intelligence

suddenly i had a valentine by @itsromeowrites - didn’t know they were dating my beloved

and i’ll take you home with me by @drop-of-infinity - mike is smarter than everyone thinks (him included)

no matter where i go (this is no home) by @blingyu - college au ft mike gets gaydarred

the worst thing about being honest by quietforasecond - hanahaki au

so, for once in my life by @cluelessbees - mike finds out about the painting. he’s as happy as you’d think

got my eyes on you all night by anon - college au. one day mike decides to start kissing will, will is losing his mind.

i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you by @morganee - fake dating

the words we held back by @morganee - they get holly’d

king of my heart by @bookinit02 - soulmates au<3

i had a dream (i got everything i wanted) by @andiwriteordie - mike gets vecnad ft mileven wedding from his nightmares

waiting for somebody like you by jerrylaine - mike calls will after five years, spoiler, he’s drunk

oof i think those are the ones i have bookmarked!!!!! u should read all of them these authors are geniuses

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfiction #byler fanfic

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[part one] trouble - takuma ino

word count: 7.5k warnings: swearing, canon typical violence (reader gets stabbed) summary: (y/n) only wants one thing- to be a grade one sorcerer- and she knows that forming friendships is the last thing that's going to get her that title. so why does takuma ino insist on trying to get close to her? contents: enemies/rivals to lovers semi-slowburn, gojo!reader

part one: "got so much to lose" ___

Being assigned a mentor that she idolized for a good portion of her life, (y/n) couldn’t have been happier the day she got the news. She was certain that with her powerful cursed technique and his guidance she could be promoted to a Grade One Sorcerer in no time.

More than anything, all she’d ever wanted in life was to be a strong jujutsu sorcerer. Being the strongest wasn’t exactly an available position, seeing as her brother had taken the title before she was even born. Just because they got along well didn’t mean she couldn’t be bitter about it. Surpassing Satoru may have been impossible. But she’d give sorcery her everything in order to get as close as possible- until only his infinity kept her from taking the title.

The only thing that could’ve possibly thrown a wrench in her plans would’ve been having to divide Nanami’s attention with another sorcerer. Which shouldn’t have been a problem.

And then there was Takuma Ino.

Bright eyed, quick witted, smart ass, Takuma Ino.

(y/n) had Nanami’s guidance to herself for one glorious week before he showed up and stole half of his time and attention all for himself. She didn’t believe there could be a person more selfish than her brother, but Takuma was a close second. Going to the higher ups himself to ask for Nanami to bestow him the honor of Grade One because of a childish adoration for him made (y/n’s) stomach twist the day he joined them.

She’d never met him before that day, never even knew of him or his cursed technique, but as strong as he allegedly might have been, she knew right off the bat there wasn’t a chance she could get along with him. Not when he swooped in and stole her mentor.

On the other hand, Takuma Ino couldn’t take a hint. Days turned into weeks and he had yet to break the ice with her in between assignments and training. At first he didn’t think much of it, it only made sense for the other half of the Gojo siblings to be a little more closed off than her extroverted older brother. So when every invitation to after-work drinks or questions about her personal life got brushed off or ignored completely, Ino tried to let it go. Surely with time they would get closer, right? They were both working under Nanami together, so at some point time had to play a hand in things.

Or so he thought.

Weeks turned into nearly three months, and his positive attitude started to dim with hopelessness. Even then, he’d made an effort with her. This time though, rather than try to casually get closer, he addressed his thoughts exactly.

“Gojo, wait up,”

He caught her one night after finishing up some paperwork later than usual. The pair had gotten a bit caught up with a Grade One Curse that put them through a few more setbacks than usual, thus an extra lengthy report having to be completed before the end of the day.

To his surprise, she’d whirled around on the front steps of the school as soon as he called for her, completely frozen in place, and staring at his approaching figure with an expression he didn’t know how to read.

“Hey, weird question,” He started with an awkward smile, his hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck with his nervous energy. She didn’t say anything, just watched him fumble before her, tracking the nervous movements. “But did I do something to upset you? We’ve just been working together for a while, and it sort of feels like you don’t like me”

(y/n) blinks at him, remaining silent for just long enough to make his discomfort spike.

“Is that all?” She asks, furrowing her brow slightly at him.

“Wh- I mean, yeah, I guess,” He stammers over his answer, not quite understanding the question. “It’s just… you never want to grab a coffee or talk much, and we’re gonna be working together for a while longer so-”

“I don’t think so,” She shakes her head, her expression unwavering, and her tone just even enough to keep him from picking up on the animosity behind it. “I think that our little partnership here will be over soon enough. Once I’m promoted,”

Ino doesn’t quite react to that, opening and closing his mouth once and then twice as he tries to figure out what he’s supposed to respond with. (y/n) always carried a strong aura of confidence when on assignments, she was sure of herself when it came to the action and the tracking. Even her reports were concise but held a perfect attention to detail. But her confidence in herself now felt off somehow, definitely different from what he was used to.

“Does that answer your question?” She asks, waiting patiently a few steps below him.

A knot forms between his brows as he shakes his head back at her, slowly and unsurely.

“Gojo, I just want us to get to know each other bett-”

“Well for starters, don’t call me by my family name. I hate it. Just call me (y/n),” She interrupts him, annoyance beginning to shine through in her voice. “There, now you know something. Happy now?”

Ino can only stand before her in shock, never having had a conversation that wasn’t related to an assignment that lasted this long, and this certainly wasn’t the direction he wanted it to go. But nothing could have prepared him for this.

“I mean, why do you even need me to like you? Isn’t Nanami’s approval enough?” The sudden question catches him completely off guard, and all Ino can do is stand in place and hear her out. “Isn’t that your whole thing?” She adds with a scoff. “Isn’t that why you’re here? Because you just had to have him as your mentor?”

He was barely following the root cause of her aggravation, but she couldn’t possibly have been jealous, could she? It’s not like much changed, she wasn’t missing out on assignments or extra training time because he’d requested to work with Nanami. So Ino was led to believe that the only possible source of distaste for him had to have been personal.

“Truth is, Takuma, I don’t care about drinks, and I don’t care about getting to know you,” She deadpans, completely unresponsive to the way the words clearly hurt his feelings with the way his face falls and his shoulders slump. “My only goal here is to be promoted to Grade One, and I’ve known Nanami long enough to know he is the fastest route to that, you understand, right?”

No, he doesn’t understand. He understands the surface level of her goal, it was something he could relate to, hence why he believed they’d make an even better team if they strengthened their bond. However, Ino couldn’t wrap his mind around the coldness that was her driving force of achieving that goal.

“I want that too,” He tells her honestly. “I thought that make us better partners”

“We’re not partners,”

The words are harsh, but her tone keeps that same annoying steady level, and it’s hard for him to be irritated with her when all he really feels is hurt and confusion.

“And it’s silly to try and make friends in this line of work. You should be grateful enough to have a colleague”

That was the end of the conversation. Ino vaguely remembers a short wave of her hand when she left him on those steps and made her way home, but it wasn’t as clear of an image as the rest of their exchange. In a twisted way, he had gotten what he wanted. He learned a little more about Gojo (y/n). He learned that she was a cold, uncaring woman that didn’t live for anything except being the strongest she could be. Even if it meant shutting good things out of her life, apparently. ___

From that day on, Ino never tried to get close to her again. He was as polite and cordial as was necessary, but there was an obvious shift in the way he treated her. Even Nanami noticed in the first week after their talk on the stairs. Ino was usually a chatterbox, so it would be impossible to not notice when he shut up.

It took a good month or two before the older sorcerer felt a need to address it, and when he did, it certainly caught (y/n) by surprise.

She’d been sorting through hers and Ino’s reports of an assignment they’d gone on, debriefing Nanami on it while he nursed his second coffee of the day. So when he cut off her explanation of when she’d applied her cursed technique to deliver the final blow and exorcize the thing, she looked startled.

“What happened with you and Ino, anyways?”

Her lips remained parted, having been interrupted mid sentence, but she’s completely still for a few seconds as she processes the unexpected question.

“Nothing?” She replies with a tone of cluelessness. “You know I don’t like to be interrupted”

“My apologies,” Nanami says with a short chuckle that tells her he didn’t care much for her preferences. “But something happened, he’s been acting differently, don’t you think?”

She narrows her eyes slightly, sensing the thinly veiled attempts at prying. Nanami was never one to get involved in interpersonal relationships, so he must have had good reason for asking her about this now, but she couldn’t dream of what could possibly be so intriguing to him.

“Yeah,” She shrugs in mock defeat. “He takes it personally that I don’t want to get drinks every single night after work or something,” She tries to brush it off. “You know that’s not my thing. Anyways, back to this report-”

“Seems like you were a little harsher than that,” Nanami interrupts again, setting his mug down to fold his hands together over his desk. “Don’t you think?”

(y/n) sighs, and finally drops the stack of papers on his desk.

“This is ridiculous,” She huffs as she stares at him with a bored look. “It’s not like it’s affecting his performance, so what does it even matter?”

“You’ve been burying yourself again” Is all Nanami replies with.

(y/n) clenches her jaw. The downside of having a mentor that knew her so well meant that he could read her better than most people. He simply sits and waits with all the patience in the world for her to say something, also knowing that she was just dying for him to move their attention back to the report.

When he doesn’t, (y/n) rolls her eyes.

“Okay, with everything going on with…” She trails off, not wanting to say Geto’s name out of habit. She’d spent so long walking on eggshells around the subject that even now, without Satoru present, she finds her throat closing up before her mouth could even form the shape of his name. “If this parade of his is really happening, then you and I both know that Satoru will finally have to kill him”

Her words are still blunt, even without saying his name.

Nanami remains still, but she can tell his neutral expression is beginning to crack.

“I just don’t want to lose my focus. I need… I need to be prepared for anything” She tells him surely.

Nanami’s known (y/n) since she was eleven years old. Which is long enough for him to understand the complicated relationship she had with her brother. While she loved him and respected him greatly, it was no secret that she felt inadequate in comparison. Back then, at least, she wasn’t as good at hiding her feelings. These days she was practically an olympic athlete at burying any emotions that weren’t helpful in getting her the Grade One promotion.

“You are prepared,” He tells her, not a bone in his body believing otherwise. “But don’t push people away. Especially not ones trying to be your ally, (y/n)”

At the drop of a pin her expression was stoic again as she shook her head nonchalantly.

“Thanks for the advice, but truthfully, I don’t need an ally,” She tells him confidently. “I only need a mentor”

When she leaves his office, Nanami sighs in defeat. He waits a few extra minutes before getting started on his reports for the day, too sidetracked wondering just how involved he was going to have to get himself to make his juniors get along better. ___

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was as gruesome and traumatic as it was expected to be. As ready as (y/n) was in her station in Shinjuku, she couldn’t help the spike in her heart rate as the reality of the situation really set in.

For once, her carefully crafted expression began to tear away. And even Ino could see the anxiety behind her eyes. He’d known that there was a history between Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, but he wasn’t sure how close (y/n) might have been to all of it, or how involved with Geto she might have been seeing as he’d been her brother’s closest friend.

He could see the way she tightened her grip on the glowing blue double sided axe that had been one of her favorite weapons to conjure up with her cursed energy, and he knew that if she was on edge, then tonight really would be more of a challenge than they were used to. Because he’d never seen such behavior from her before.

Ino considered saying something to her, something encouraging, like Nanami would say, but he struggled to find the right words, and before he could muster up the courage to wing it, Satoru was teleporting before the two of them, and Ino wouldn’t dare speak over the strongest sorcerer. Not when he was her brother.

(y/n) doesn’t look relieved by his sudden presence, even when he grins and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“About time for a fight we can have side by side, heh?” He asks, looking all too eager despite what’s bound to come.

Ino watches as her grip flexes and relaxes, before she lowers her weapon to her side, and then it disappears completely. She tilts her chin up at her brother, her stare cold the longer she holds it.

Seeing them so close to one another, Ino realizes the Gojo siblings really don’t resemble one another. (y/n’s) significantly shorter than him, and most of her features don’t mirror her brother’s. The lack of stark white hair being the most noticeable difference between them. He realizes that if they weren’t known by their status, then standing side by side people wouldn’t even assume they were related.

“I hope you’ve prepared yourself, Satoru,” She tells him, and she’s not necessarily loud, but even from a few feet away, Ino can hear the sharpness in her tone.

Even with that cold demeanor, there’s an underlying guilt in her words. He could almost mistake it for sadness.

“Because I have” She adds, quieter this time. The implication in her words is too heavy to be spoken any louder than a whisper. She keeps her stare on the white bandages, knowing that Satoru could see and feel every intent behind her eyes.

He doesn’t respond. Simply nods his head and warps away again.

It takes her a few moments to recollect herself before she’s conjuring up her axe again, her cursed energy buzzing in the air like static electricity as the weapon is created in her hands seemingly out of nothing.

To Ino’s surprise, she speaks to him first.

“If he doesn’t kill him, I might have to,” She says, not looking at him at first. Her eyes focused on her weapon. Then, she lifts her head and turns to meet his eyes.

The way he’s staring at her now makes her blood run cold, and she has to fight the way a chill tries to shiver down her spine. His stare is wide eyed, and she can’t tell if he’s alarmed by her words or if it was pure concern written all over his face, but it was out of character for him to look anything besides excited, or hopeful. How he looks at her now is the way a child looks at roadkill on the side of the road. She doesn’t like it one bit.

“I don’t know if he’ll show here, or in Kyoto,” She continued despite the growing lump in her throat. “But this… this has to end. Tonight”

She means every word, there’s no doubt in Ino’s mind that she intends to follow through on this promise. So there’s nothing for him to do except nod in understanding.

“I trust your judgment,” He says, and the way her eyes widen slightly doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “I’ll help you”

Not knowing what to say, (y/n) shuts her mouth and gives him a small nod of acknowledgement. Her instincts nagged at her to keep him far, far away from Geto Suguru. He wasn’t your average curse user, he was cunning, and it wouldn’t surprise her if he didn’t already have ulterior motives planned for tonight. Deep down, she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to raise a hand to her brother, but no one else was safe.

Satoru’s infinity always had a special layer that protected him from his one and only. It didn’t extend to protect anyone else but him. Hence her haste in putting an end to this cult of his.

With oncoming curses running rampant in the streets of Tokyo, there was no time to stand around and explain herself to Ino any more than she already had. Even if she wanted to grab him by the elbow and make sure he stayed out of her way, he was already taking off after the first curse headed their way.

(y/n) had fought side by side with Ino for months now, and while she’d never admit it out loud, they did compliment each other well on assignments. It was like all the time they spent training and taking on missions together subconsciously taught them to work in perfect synchronicity with one another.

If Ino faked left, she was following without second thought to throw off the alleged Grade Two, the axe made of her cursed energy lodging into the side of it’s large jugular with one heavy swing. Spurts of purple liquid oozed out, staining both her weapon and her uniform, but the fresh blood was no bother to her as she used her momentum to swing downwards, dragging her axe along with her until the gash under it’s throat was lethal. Just as she landed on the ground again, the beast crumpled to it’s death before dusting away as though it never existed.

No words needed to be exchanged as they took on the next curse, and the next, and the next. Neither of them had ever dealt with an army of curses, and the more they exorcized the more difficult it was to keep their energy up, but neither would dare show it.

“Why did Nanami have to go to Kyoto!?” Ino groaned as he sent his fist through the face of a weaker curse, killing it on the spot.

(y/n) scowled at the stains on her prized cursed weapon, flicking the head of the axe towards the ground to rid the majority of the blood.

“I wanted him to see that!” Ino continued to complain as he jogged to catch up with her, the pair eyeing the remaining curses on the street.

“Exorcize this huge one and I’ll vouch to him for you” (y/n) calls out, and Ino’s face splits into a beam as they both break into a sprint towards the eight legged curse trying to climb up a building.

“You’d do that?” He asks excitedly.

She can’t help but roll her eyes, but a slight smile begins to play on her lips at the prospect of getting one step closer to the curse users allied with Geto. Once they cleared enough of these curses, that is. Her and Ino were more than capable of exorcizing a few measly curses, that much she was confident of.

With Ino’s mask over his face and (y/n’s) axe morphing into a kusarigama, they were on the curse in seconds. She swung the chain wide, latching the blade into the nape of it’s neck and effectively having herself pulled off the ground as soon as it tried to scurry away.

She’s laughing as she swings through the air, her tight grip on the handle of her weapon the only thing keeping her from falling the twenty feet the curse had already pulled her. Ino could almost laugh as well at the pure joy she clearly felt when it came to exorcizing curses. For a moment, she almost reminded him of Satoru. The crazed look in her eye, the uncharacteristic grin that nearly split her face in half, it was almost startling to see her so… feral.

But he can’t deny it excited him. Her confidence in the field always boosted his own ego. With their shared conviction, the massive arachnid-like curse was taken down and exorcized in near record time.

Heaving for breath and still grinning like a maniac, (y/n) was taking off again as soon as they hit the ground. It took Ino a moment to catch up, trying to calculate which threat she was headed towards next.

“There’s a couple just a block ahead,” She called back to him just as he was gaining on her. He pulls his mask up to uncover his face. “We should split up to take them both, and then we go after him”

Ino follows the direction of her finger as she points up to a curse user currently eyeing the fight happening between Satoru and Miguel. He’s distanced enough that he’s almost hidden from the two, but it’s easy to tell that his prying eyes are focused on the hopes that Satoru would lose.

He’s a peculiar looking man, with long blonde hair and no shirt to show off the heart shaped pasties he had glued to his chest. Ino couldn’t hide his peculiar expression as he eyed him from a distance.

Before he could comment on the odd appearance, a woman appeared beside him. Ino’s quick to grab (y/n’s) attention again, but she’s already noticed the second curse user’s arrival. Her jaw clenches.

“We need to hurry through these curses,” She warns. “Who knows how long it takes until-”

She’s interrupted mid thought, the sound of a flying object whizzing through the air right between the two. The pair skid to a stop, watching with wide eyes as a swordstaff pierces into a park bench just to their left, after barely missing the both of them.

(y/n) clicks her tongue in annoyance, but doesn’t hesitate to grab the weapon by it’s hilt and pull it clean out of the metal bench effortlessly, eyes scanning the direction it had come from to launch it back.

“(y/n), the curses-”

“You go after them,” She cuts Ino off before he could convince her to move forward with their original plan. “I’ll be right behind you”

He hesitates in place, hands twitching at his sides with uncertainty. It aggravates her, the way he lingers, clearly worried.

“I don’t need your backup, Takuma,” She snaps at him. “Now go!”

He lingers for half a second longer, but from the sharp glare she sends him, he knows he’ll cause more harm than good if he sticks around. So he gives her a nod of approval before he’s taking off again, his mask going back over his face before he reaches the curse.

Takuma Ino prided himself on his ability to trust his instincts. Especially when it came to assignments. Making snap decisions in less than a second could be the difference between life and death, and so far, he’d gambled correctly. So he should have known that it wasn’t right to leave (y/n) to hunt down a curse user on her own. He should have listened to the pestering voice in the back of his head and stood his ground, even if it would irritate her and go against her wishes, he should’ve trusted his own morality more.

After exorcizing both curses with only a little assistance from his Auspicious Beasts, he never would have imagined crossing paths with (y/n) again when she’s wriggling around on the ground surrounded by a pool of her own blood. He doesn’t think he’s ever run faster in his life than he did in that moment.

The blade of a swordstaff is lodged between her shoulder blade and collarbone, so deep it went clean through, and at first glance he’s certain it’s pinning her to the concrete. The wooden pole of the weapon was snapped and laying beside her in the blood, splintered on one end where she’d clearly broken it off.

“Holy shit,” He’s gasping as he falls to his knees, not caring about the blood staining the front of his pants as he worriedly assesses the situation. “What happened? Did they get away? Did you kill them?”

She groans in response, eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids as she tries not to think about the white hot pain coursing through her body.

“I roughed ‘er up,” her voice is strained as she tries to explain herself. Ino almost tells her to forget it, but his curiosity got the better of him in the hopes that whoever did this was taken care of “But Mei Mei got her”

“And left you!?”

He doesn’t mean to shout, but knowing she was left here to struggle and suffer through her injury makes his blood boil. Had he been there, he wouldn’t have left her side, not once. Fight as she might against it, they were partners, and that’s just what they would do.

“It’s fine,” She grits the words out through her teeth, not wanting to dwell on the unnecessary details right now. “Takuma, I need you to pull this blade out”

“What? You know I can’t, the bleeding-”

“I can’t try and activate the Reverse Cursed Technique if it’s still in me,” She snaps at him, but her tone isn’t harsh. It’s worse. It’s desperate.

She opens her eyes then, despite them being full of tears she looks up at him with nothing short of pleading written across her face.

“I can’t take it out myself,” She gasps through a strained cough, a thin trail of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Ino watches in horror as it glides down to her jaw. “You have to”

“I won’t,” He’s the one to snap back at her now, ignoring the look in her eyes as he tries to assess just how trapped she is against the ground. If he could at least get her off the street, he could get her back to Shoko, and she could perform her Reverse Cursed Technique. “You haven’t even mastered it, there’s no telling if you’d be successful or not” He reminds her, making her grimace back at him.

“I would” She mutters back defiantly.

Ino doesn’t say anything as he carefully shuffles around her wounded shoulder, prodding at the blade to test how anchored it is to the ground. She hisses in pain, her eyes squeezing shut again as she tries to clench her jaw to bear it. She won’t tell him it hurts, and he doesn’t expect her to, but it’s too tall of a task to try and hide it.

“Take a deep breath,” He instructs, wrapping his hand around the broken hilt still attached to the blade. “I’m gonna pull it out of the ground-”

“No, take it out out” She barks back at him.

“If I do that you’ll bleed to death, you’re not thinking straight,” He grumbles. “I can’t get you to Shoko if you’re impaled to the ground-”

“You’re not taking me to Shoko!” She shrieks now, desperate to have him listen to her. “I’m staying here”

“You’ll die”

His voice is eerily steady, but he knows if he raises it back at her she’ll only retaliate, and if she pushed him away he doesn’t think he’d ever forgive himself for whatever fate held in store for her.

(y/n’s) silent for a moment, teary, angry eyes locked on his as she weakly shuffled her legs about, as if there was any possibility of kicking herself away from him. She’s a goner, and somewhere underneath the complicated layers of her carefully constructed personality, she knows that.

He holds her stare, hoping that his fear is written all over him, and he seems at least somewhat calm and collected in this moment of pure panic. She neither protests nor approves of what he does next, but he knows she won’t.

So he takes matters into his own hands. ___

Jujutsu Tech won’t ever look the way it did when she was attending it as a student. It will never look the way it did before Christmas Eve of 2017.

Then again, after that day just under a month ago, things will never be the same, either. So maybe it’s fitting that it doesn’t look the same.

It’s too cold to stand around outside, but she can’t help but sneak out of the infirmary while Shoko’s distracted by a pack of cigarettes. Weeks of being holed up in a stuffy room underneath the too-bright UV lights that flickered every twenty-six seconds were starting to drive her crazy. Shoko didn’t want her pushing herself too much while her stitches were still healing what her Reverse Cursed Technique couldn’t- she’d claimed (y/n) was lucky to keep her arm- but as soon as she saw an opening to get herself out of the infirmary for the day, (y/n) took it.

At least she wasn’t still stuck in the scratchy paper they called a hospital gown. But the pants and tank top from her uniform did little to keep her warm. With all the bandages wrapped around her left shoulder and a part of her bicep, she couldn’t comfortably add any more layers. But she’d happily choose goosebumps and shivers over sitting in that room for another minute.

Her own breath puffed out in front of her as she stared out at the destruction caused to the once beautiful grounds of Jujutsu Tech. A small price to pay to finally have Geto Suguru dead, she supposed.

The thought was bitter enough to make her gnaw on the inside of her cheek. In all the years since he’d defected, she’d wanted her brother to step up and own his title as the strongest and put an end to the terror his once closest friend had caused. Never did she think about how things would feel once it was over with.

Hazy memories of being reluctantly babysat by the two were now tainted with an uncomfortable aura. She hoped they didn’t cross her mind too often.

“There you are,”

She doesn’t flinch when a quiet voice calls to her, despite not calling her by name, she knows Ino could only be addressing her as he steps out of the building and joins her at the top of the steps.

“Shoko’s looking for you,” He tells her. “She’s pissed, by the way”

(y/n) doesn’t say anything in response. She doesn't even give him a hum. After passing out from the pain of her injuries, she couldn’t remember what happened, but she knew enough to know she hadn’t forgiven him.

Ino had tried to stop by her room in the infirmary to visit and see how her recovery was going. The first time he came by was too early, and she hadn’t woken up yet. The second time was a few days later, and she’d been awake enough to tell him she didn’t want to see him. The third time he tried to come by, Shoko asked him not to go in and bother her.

He sighs now, sticking his cold hands in his pockets as a chilly breeze passes through.

“You can be be mad if you want, but you should know I’m not going to apologize for saving your life”

His words are sudden, and so blunt she could almost laugh, if she wasn’t holding onto such a large grudge.

“Saving my life,” She repeats his words with a scoff. “Is that what you think you did?”

Ino furrows his brows at her, but she doesn’t even spare him a glance. He presses his fingernails into his palms in his pockets, trying to contain his aggravation. It wasn’t right to let her get under his skin when she was still healing. Physically and mentally.

“Seems like it to me,” He replies, eyeing her up and down. She’s trembling in the cold, likely because there wasn’t a single layer protecting her arms from the January weather. That paired with the bandages and her unusually messy hair, she almost looked pitiful. “Since you’re standing here, alive and all”

She turns to him then, and he’s expecting that sharp glare of disapproval, but he’s met with the same blank expression she’d worn all day. Her eyes flicker over his determined features before she speaks again.

“I told you what I had to do. And you said you trusted my judgment,” She reminds him, her voice quiet but not quite a whisper. “And then you completely disregarded everything I said”

“You might not know this, but I don’t exactly report to you,” Ino says with a humorless chuckle. “What I did had nothing to do with keeping you from your backup plan. And even so, Gojo seemed to manage just fine without you,”

That had her eyebrow twitching, the first miniscule sign that he was getting under her skin. He clenched his jaw before continuing.

“Maybe if for once you’d accept a little help we could’ve figured out-”

“Don’t ever compare me to my brother again,” She cuts him off, louder this time, her voice strained with the rage hidden beneath her cold exterior. “And don’t use me for your self righteous bullshit. I don’t need to be paired up with a buddy to complete assignments. I didn’t need you then, and I don’t need you now”

His shoulders shake when he scoffs back at her, shaking his head and turning to leave.

“I’m still not apologizing,” He says as he walks away from her. He doesn’t turn back, but he doesn’t have to in order to know her eyes are staring daggers at the back of his head. “But I’m not putting up with your bullshit anymore. If you want to work alone and die alone, so be it”

He’s back inside before she can even properly react to his statement. In all of her time knowing him, even after she’d shot down his advances at being friends months ago, she’d never seen him give the cold shoulder.

With a huff, she lowers herself to sit at the top step, wincing only slightly as she struggles to only use her right side for balance. Yet worse than the mild pain throbbing from her shoulder and down her bicep, her chest ached.

In that hollow, dull pain that doesn’t go away even while she’s telling herself it was ridiculous to feel that way. The more Takuma Ino removed himself from her life, the less of a workload was left on her shoulders. After months of working to shut him out and push him away, it seemed he was finally taking the damn hint.

With the hand that wasn’t sore enough to raise to her head, she pushed the greasy tangled locks of hair back from her face and pressed her forehead into her palm, shutting her eyes as she sighed through that hollow feeling.

She’d finally succeeded in getting him to leave her alone, and she felt terrible about it.

So when Shoko finally found her and practically dragged her freezing body back to the infirmary, she let her. She didn’t fight or protest once. It was actually alarming to Shoko to have her comply and follow her wordlessly through the corridors. ___

It wasn’t long after being back on the field that (y/n) was healthy and back to her old self again. Physically, anyways. The scar on either side of her shoulder would stay with her for the rest of her life. And for those who really knew her, knew that things had taken a turn for the worse.

Nanami watched as day in and day out she stuck to a rigid routine. Train, exorcize, report, train, and then home. He’d tried to reach out, tried his damn best to lessen her workload or get her to see that this schedule of hers wasn’t doing her any favors. But every attempt to help her was met with an excuse or a glare for trying.

He thought he was doing her a favor by talking to Satoru.

She’s on her way to the train when her phone buzzes in her pocket, and if it had been anyone else’s name on the screen, (y/n) would have ignored it. But ignoring Satoru came with a consequence she didn’t have the time for.

“What is it?”

“That’s no way to greet your big bro!” Satoru’s far too cheery for how gloomy of a day it was outside. She sighed, tucking her phone between her cheek and her good shoulder as she neared the station. “I was just checkin’ in. You haven’t come by in a while”

“Been busy. Besides, I don’t like your place”

“What’s not to like?”

“Your furniture is obnoxious and it’s too white. It’s weird” She lets out a short chuckle at the way he gasps dramatically.

“Whatever. In all seriousness, you’ve been working a lot more. Just want to make sure you’re… taking it easy”

“Taking it easy?”

“Yeah, y’know. After Chirtmas Eve I just want to make sure you’re-”

“I’m fine, Satoru. Is that the only reason you called? To make sure I’m not pushing myself too hard?”

“Woah, (y/n/n), I wasn’t trying to-”

“Forget it, ‘toru. What do you know about working for anything, anyways?” She huffs in annoyance. Satoru’s silent on the other end for a minute, and she instantly regrets biting at him like that. “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, okay? I’m just…”

“You’re overworking yourself,” Satoru says, his voice dropping it’s usual happy-go-lucky tone that gets on her nerves so much. “I understand, (y/n/n). I’ll just have to tell Nanami that a team outing is due!”

At that her eyes widen, and she’s quick to snatch her phone in her hand again, her gip tight as she practically snarls into the speaker.

“Absolutely not, Satoru, that’s the last thing-”

“I’m texting him right now”

“Don’t you dare-!”

“Aaaand done!” He cheers. “When was the last time you had a proper break, hm?”

“Satoru I swear-”

“I can tell from how angry you are. Like a feral cat, yeesh,” She can tell he’s rolling his eyes as he speaks, and she hates that it makes her roll hers, too. “Don’t worry, this is just what you need!”

“How would you know?” She snaps, but there’s no bite to her bark and he knows it.

“You’ll have fun. Make Nanami and that Auspicious Beasts kid buy your drinks”

“Takuma,” She corrects him bitterly, glaring off at an innocent map of the train schedules. “And neither one of them are exactly happy with me right now. Not that you’d know that! You just like to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong-!”

The bystanders patiently awaiting for their train awkwardly began to shuffle away from the girl in the strange black getup yelling into her phone without a care in the world, as though she’d forgotten she was even in public. She hadn’t, and she was sure that if Satoru was here, they would’ve understood her aggravation.

“Who could possibly not be happy with you?” Satoru remarks with a sharp cackle of a laugh. She grimaced, but found some relief in seeing her train finally arrive at the station. “He’s only one person, how’d you manage to not get along with him?” He asks, like the nosy gossip he was. She could hear the sound of plastic crinkling and would bet money he was eating sweets as he indulged in the topic. “Seemed like a pretty chill dude to me”

“He is he’s just-” She huffs, not knowing the right thing to say as she stepped onto the train and found a decent spot to sit, away from most other people so she could continue her phone call as privately as possible. “He’s nosy. Like you”

“I’m nosy because I care? I’ll take it,” Satoru replies, sounding like there was clearly a piece of taffy in his mouth. “That means you don’t like him?”

“I didn’t say that,” (y/n) sighs, leaning her head against the window, watching the crowds of non-sorcerers go about their lives. “He’s just… he’s too much, that’s really it” She shrugs at the lame answer.

Satoru thinks it’s lame too, and she can tell by the way he scoffs.

“What does that even mean? He tries to take over assignments or somethin’?”

“No… no he’s fair. The workload is always equal…” She explains, before her brows furrowed together. “If anything I’m the one that takes over too much”

“So you’re the problem? Shocker”

“Fuck off”

“Then what’s such a bother about him?” Satoru ignores her cruelty with ease. He’d been doing it for years. “Or is this that thing where the girl hates the guy but for no good reason, and she really just has a crush on him-?”

“It’s most definitely not that,” (y/n) cuts him off, her voice so low she nearly growls at him. “And that’s not even a real thing”

“Well, sure it is,” He replied with a giggle. “There’s more steps to it in the real world. Usually she resents him for some silly reason, realizes he’s actually a pretty decent guy but can’t admit it once she’s stuck to her stand-offish attitude, then starts to fall for him more and more once she’s decided she can’t have him,” Satoru explained everything he’d learned from romantic comedies like he’d taken a class on crush behavior. “He is pretty cute. You sure you don’t like him-?”

“Can you act your age for once?”

“That was textbook deflection-”

“I’m not deflecting, I’m just not in the mood to explain the annoyance I have for interpersonal work relationships. Why can’t everyone be like Nanami? We clock in, we beat up some curses, and we clock out. Is that so hard?”

“No,” Satoru replies. “But it’s boring”

“That’s how I like it”

“And that’s why you haven’t made friends at work. What’re you so worried about anyways? You used to have friends in school”

“That was school. This is my life’s work. I don’t need distractions,” She deadpans. “You’re distracting enough. And I can’t get rid of you”

“Sure can’t!” Satoru cheers. “But you’re no fun at all. You really need to loosen up. Nothin’ wrong with making friends. Since when did you get all gloomy?”

(y/n’s) quiet for a moment, noticing a loose string on the side of her uniform pants and letting herself get distracted by it instead. She pinches the small thread and tugs at it gently, not enough to pluck it out or unravel it, but just enough to pull it taut.

It was a complicated answer that wasn’t going to do her any favors and she knew it. If she sat here and told Satoru exactly why she had no interest in getting close with her fellow sorcerers, he’d only be hurt. And then he’d try to fix it and talk her out of it, which he was already unknowingly doing.

It was just better this way. It had to be, because it was the only way she knew how.

“Don’t you ever think it’s… it’s harder to get closer to people in this line of work?” She asks, testing the waters just a bit to gauge his reaction.

Satoru hums, thinking over her question for a solid minute. A lump forms in her throat that’s difficult to swallow down as she awaits his response. SHe starts to wonder if she’d let herself be too vulnerable, even if it was her brother.

“Sometimes,” He finally says, his voice quiet, and serious in that way that could be chilling when it comes to Satoru. “But I think it’d be pitiful not to try, don’t you?”

She nods, despite him not being able to see her. He must understand that she was taking his words to heart, because he’s quiet on the line with her as well.

“One night out,” She says after a minute of silence passes. Satoru laughs through the speaker. “And if it sucks, I’m making you pick me up, alright?” “It won’t suck,” He assures her. “And deal”

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luselih · 19 days

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Hiya! I wanna know if you'd write a scenario/drabble about the reader being the "emotional support demon" for the upper moons. Like they all collectively allow the reader to show some sort of affection towards them. (Preferably SFW pls)

ask/summary: demon!reader is emotional support demon for all 6 uppermoons!

content warnings | i tried to made it sweet but realistic, mentioned killing, possessiveness and obsessiveness (kinda yandare if you squint) , 5 love languages, comfort/fluff a bit too i guess? contains later manga stuff so manga spoilers!…

a/n - #1 i made this with mix of everything, i think it can be seen as platonic/non-romantical in most of settings (i think?)

#2 also reader is initially chubby hinted/written in mind so it’s up in text somewhere but i think i didn’t emphasized it too much so i guess anyone could read! Gender is not mentioned much too, maybe just some feminine parts couple of times.

#3 i so sorry for being inactive, i am graduating high school in 2 months so i gotta get grades and everything also i already wrote this but tumblr deleted it so i gotta do it again 💔

It was definitely very...very surprising and confusing for other lesser demons to see such... non scary scenes in front of them, especially one who were lowermoons and see them on more “regular" basis than others, who was that demon?

You were there practically chilling amongst uppermoons, one whi could kill any human or demon alive being so... tolerant with you? No one even remembers how did you even spawn in Infinity Castle at one of meetings they had with Muzan, yet everyone seemed to sooner or later get comfortable with you around, your presence giving each individual some kind of comfort to them...

Kokushibo only likes to spend some quality time with you after it took him a long time to get comfortable and used to you, now reading books or playing hanafuda together. He liked your presence when he got time to spend without training or killing people. It reminded him of his past self and life, his wife and two kids he left to chase his dream, it brings a sense of domestic warmth and comfort in his lonely life for the second time in his life after he willingly lost it. He even consider having you all to himself, what can other demons do about it? absolutely nothing.

Douma likes to receive physical affection and acts of service from you. He loves when you put your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in his lap as low beings (humans) or different called his followers in Eternal Paradise Faith as you two listens to them and gives them advices. He simply cannot choose between having you close to him or when you go out and easily collect new followers that are especially young human women that he can eat sooner or later, he simply adores you <3

Akaza crave quality time and words of affirmation from you, or better said someone. He is living for a second time to avenge his death fiancée, but as any other being he grows to be closer to you. He can only pray that Koyuki isn’t jealous or mad at him as you praise him while watching moon together , your beautiful smile shining underneath moonlight as he caught a glimpse of her in you :(

Hantengu needs words of affirmation to survive due his constant suffering from his past self, all kills, lies and evil is laying heavily on his soul so he stoped crying as much as before. (i don’t like him so this is bad, sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️)

Gyokko prefers to receive acts of service and gift giving as a form of affection from you, since he lives in vases he started liking you when you gifted him a handmade vase. He liked it very much that he almost considered living in that one instead of this he was using that was given by Douma. He absolutely loved when you cleaned all of his vases once, even organized them in order by shape, size, pattern and color :)

Daki + Gyutaro needs all 5 love languages, so count on words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. They were kids/very young when they died so they considered you as a sibling/guardian/prerent in some way. Letting you tend their needs and expectations, they also wants you all to themselves sooner or later :3

#bambi’s ✍️#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #hantengu x reader #gyokko x reader #daki x reader #gyutaro x reader

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galaxythreads · 7 months

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Foegive me of this is a question you've answered in the past but, what are your thoughts on the scene at the beginning of Avengers 1 where Loki sort of doubles over/trips on his way out of the SHIELD base and it's never addressed?

Also thoughts on the canonicity of various myths to the MCU Loki backstory?

no worries, I don't mind answering questions twice. My blog is long and tales tales, so I understand if people don't want to hunt for answers and just reask stuff.

as far as your question goes,

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING. Do you KNOW how much I LOVE that SCENE (the answer is no because I haven't talked about it) but I LOVE THAT SCENE! That is THE scene to me. I love everything about how carefully it's handled because what you have to look for is SUBTEXT here, because the Avengers was written in a way that forces you to think. It doesn't lay everything out for you, it's intended you come to your own conclusions.

The Avengers trusts you and that is a very strange thing for media now. It's pretty rare to find one that doesn't treat you like an idiot.

Breaking this down:

The first frame with Loki is of him kneeling. That is the first thing we learn about him. I want you guys to remember that the introduction of a character is HUGE. It tells us the most important things for us to know about that character right now

So what do we need to know about Loki RIGHT THEn. Right at the start of the movie?

he's smart. He opened the portal with the Tesseract, from across space, and teleported himself to another planet. This is something no one has replicated (using an infinity stone from across space). Loki is said to "know it's workings like they never will" which says a lot about him.

Loki was GIVEN the scepter by the Chitauri, but if you watch that opening opening scene, it looks more like it's being forced on him than him GLADLY taking it. (There's this half second where the Other waits to make sure Loki is actually going to hold it. Loki doesn't reach for it until he has to. One of the most powerful objects in existence and it practically has to be shoved into his hands) Look how close their bodies are. Like bro???

-okay, then Loki comes through the portal and he is KNEELING. so the first, and I mean the VERY FIRST thing we need to know about Loki is that he is in the subservience of someone/thing else. This gif below is artwork of that moment, but still. Like. who do you think he's kneeling TO? Well, the opening scene of the Avengers showcases that the Other is kneeling to Thanos, Ergo, using the subtext trust that the director/writers have given us, that means Loki was kneeling to Thanos before he came through the portal.

And then, Loki comes out like a hunted animal, but he legitimately does not remember he's holding the scepter until Fury points it out to him. You can see him look down at it in confusion. And okay, WHY is he confused? I remember watching this for the first time at 14 and going huh, that's kinda weird he forgot he had the weapon. What this is trying to tell us is that this is not a familiar weapon to Loki AND -- it is doing something to him. It's emitting that same misty thing that it does when Loki possesses someone later. That wispy smoke is always so interesting to me because of the implications. The scepter doesn't do that unless it is FRESHLY possessing someone. And what do we know about Loki TWO SECONDS AGO?

he was kneeling to thanos.

Anyway, so Loki gives his name, is not a well man, and the scene you're actually referring to is this one:

which GETS ME EVERY TIME. I could talk aout this scene for hours. The implications of it. (Also if you've read my work YSFSLWFTCA, that man who grabs Loki's back is Nathan Swenson ;)

So I've been getting professional acting training for about 6-7 months now and one thing I have learned is that nothing makes it in the movie by accident. The director has to approve it, the editor, the producer, up the whole food chain. This was not Tom Hiddleston sneezing and then them keeping it in the movie because it's funny. So this was put in on purpose. They WANTED you to know that Loki isn't okay. And a scene like this would get like what? idk 3-6 takes at a minimum, which means that they flimed this ON PURPOSE 3-6 times. Tom Hiddleston was instructed to do this ON PURPOSE. That guy who approaches Loki's back was told to do that ON PURPOSE. Loki was supposed to be shown to be a mess physically. Like. Then they go and KEEP doing this later, when Loki can't get into the car and can barely keep himself upright. Loki doesn't start to look "okay" until Germany and even then he's not doing amazing.

What's interesting to me, beyond the obvious implications toward bodily harm - torture! :) - is the timing. Loki immediately topples when Clint hands the Tesseract to Selvig. There's something about Clint doing that that seems to cause him physical pain. That could be a coincidence, and I bet it is because it's not brought up again in the movie that the Tesseract exchanging hands gives Loki physical pain, but it is interesting.

Another interesting point is that Clint looks away, Selvig doesn't care, but that sheild agent Immediately moves up to put his hand on Loki's back to support him. And Loki doesn't flinch. That always struck me as weird, right, because even people who don't have trauma flinch when someone touches their back and they weren't expecting it. And Loki clearly wasn't? So why didn't he twitch at least a little? Tom Hiddleston is too good of an actor for that to be a mistake.

So to me that means that Loki just... doesn't have feeling in his spine at that moment. Or he was in too much pain to even register it. Loki was clearly tortured with some type of heat. If you watch him in this scene he's displaying all the signs of heat exhaustion. So I kinda think that maybe Loki got burned so badly on his back before this happened that he just... doesn't feel anything anymore. It had to have been recent for walking to nearly send him toppling, but Loki's back is a source of issues for the entire movie.

That is why this scene is here from a directing perspective. to SET UP Loki's back problems. The extent of them are left vague, but I think when Tom Hiddleston and Joss Whedon sat down to talk about Loki for the Avengers, one of the things they must have agreed on was that Loki was not in good physical condition and they planned to show that THE ENTIRE MOVIE. I don't know if they talked about torture or Thanos, but they talked about SOMETHING.

But I just...idk. That guy grabs Loki's back to support him in an effort to help and it's just so interesting to me. Because how does the mind control WORK then? Selvig is obsessed with the Tesseract. He almost seems possessed by that rather than Loki. Clint goes completely silent and doesn't do anything except the mission. THIS GUY immediately comes to take care of Loki, and Loki himself is ruthlessly efficient with one goal in his mind. So it's interesting. Subtext! :D

So what do I think about this scene. I think that Loki was tortured and his back is giving out and I LOVE THIS SCENE BECAUSE IT IS SO DARK BUT TRYING NOT TO BE.

Thanos' immediate response to something not going his way is torture and he knows Loki. Knows him well enough to pick his brother out of a crowd in Infinity War and leave him alive until the end. Knows him well enough to make his death personal. Strangulation is a crime of passion. Thanos hurt Loki and he knew Loki, and the idea that Thanos made sure that Loki wouldn't see the torture coming - by doing it to his back/spine - is just an extra layer of awful. Thanos left Thor alive. On purpose. He could have killed him. He didn't.

That was Loki's punishment. Leaving Thor alone. Because Thanos knew that would hurt him the most.

But Thanos also chose to kill Loki, and in infintiny war, while hunting the stones, Thanos doesn't make any unnecessary bodies. Which to me, means that Thanos had to kill Loki because he saw Loki as a threat.

So anyway, somehow I'm talking about Loki and Thanos again, who are my favorite horrible duo and I love talking about them because their relationship is so so messed up. I wish that the Loki series had DONE something with Thanos and Loki, but they didn't. :/

But why Loki's back? Like Thanos started with Loki's head in the post-credits scene of Thor 1:

why did he move to Loki's back? Also the fact that Thanos was having Loki hunt down the Infinity Stones through astral projection and/or enchantment is just so messed up and I love it. Wish it had been explored because THIS ^^^ was the giant beast I wanted poked at in Loki season 1.

#loki #loki meta #in defense of loki #loki was tortured #loki and thanos #their relationship is THE torture/torturee dynamic to me #even including Sam and Lucifer from SPN who also have an equally messed up horrible terrible relationship #i just love the torture/torturee relationships that are just digustingly intimate in a non-romantic way #because torture for the same of torture is just business #there's something terrifying about it being personal #so anyway always happy to talk about thanos and loki #like literally always #this makes me want to write about them lol #*sighs happily* so messed up

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