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doumadono · 5 months

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emergency request

work has been stressful. i’m having panic attacks, and i’m dealing with a lot of disability related stuff on top of it. (in short: frequent episodes of not being able to move. at all.)

i don’t know if you write geto (didn’t see him on your masterlist), but if so, i would really appreciate a little geto x f!reader comfort fluff. if you’re not comfortable writing geto, i would happily accept aizawa.

thanks 🖤

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you've been going through such a challenging time. Work-related stress, panic attacks, and dealing with disability-related matters must be incredibly tough. Take the time you need for self-care. You're stronger than you know, and I believe in your resilience ♥ If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here for you. Take care of yourself, my dear! I genuinely hope this brief story brings you some comfort. Please be gentle with me - it's only my second time writing for him

JUJUTSU KAISEN EMERGENCY REQS

Geto was exceptionally perceptive, noticing subtle shifts in your mood long before you verbalized them.

He paid close attention to the nuances of your expressions, from the smallest furrow in your brow to the way your gaze shifted.

Initially, he observed in silence, not wanting to intrude but filing away mental notes about the patterns of your emotional landscape.

Geto became adept at distinguishing between your ordinary fluctuations and the more pronounced signs of emotional turmoil, honing in on the moments when you became increasingly weighed down.

He noticed the small details — how your laughter lost its genuine lilt or how your smile didn't quite reach your eyes during particularly trying times.

He was observant not only of the highs and lows but the nuances in between, recognizing the subtleties of emotions that might elude others.

Finally, one day, he asked, "You seem a bit distant lately. Anything you want to talk about?”

You tentatively shared glimpses of your struggles, allowing Geto to see the vulnerability you kept hidden from others. "It's just work stress, I guess. Been feeling overwhelmed…”

Geto pulled you into a reassuring hug. “I'm here, baby. Pour it out.”

The walls around your emotions started to crumble. “I've been having panic attacks, and it's affecting every part of my life. I'm just so… tired… emotionally exhausted, you know?”

He tenderly planted a series of gentle kisses on your forehead. "Don't fret, my dear. This too shall pass. All you have to do is be patient and show kindness to the wonderful soul of yours that I hold so dearly. Come, let me take care of you.”

The weight of the day pressed heavily on your shoulders as you stumbled into the shared apartment. The air felt thick with the residue of stress, and every step carried the burden of exhaustion. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the dam holding back the emotions broke, and you couldn't contain the torrent any longer.

Without warning, you began to scream, a raw and primal release of the pent-up frustrations and anxieties that had accumulated throughout the day. The sound echoed through the walls, a cathartic symphony of anguish. With each scream, you shed a layer of the burdens you had carried for far too long.

In a desperate frenzy, you tore your bag off your shoulders, the motion aggressive and unbridled. The bag hit the floor with a thud, a symbol of the weight you were shedding. Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, sent flying across the room like discarded remnants of a battle fought in the outside world.

Limping a step or two, you felt the physical toll of the day on your body. Each movement was a reminder of the struggles faced, a silent testimony to the challenges that seemed insurmountable. Despite the pain, you pressed on, driven by an unyielding need to find release.

Finally, on your knees, your body sank to the floor, and you hid your face in your hands. The sobs wracked your frame, the tears flowing freely as if breaking a dam of pent-up emotions. The vulnerability of the moment was palpable, an unguarded display of the toll that life had taken on your spirit.

The apartment walls absorbed the echoes of your cries, bearing witness to the raw authenticity of your emotional unraveling. In this private space, you allowed yourself to be unapologetically human, to let the facade crumble and reveal the vulnerabilities beneath.

Unbeknownst to you, Geto had been home the entire time, quietly observing the storm of emotions that unfolded. His footsteps had been soundless, allowing you the space to release the torrents of frustration that had built up throughout the day.

From the loyalty of a follower, the dynamic had shifted into a more intimate connection — the transformation from a dedicated supporter to a life partner. It had surprised you, leaving you in a state of perpetual awe at the evolution of your relationship. You marveled at Geto's keen intellect, appreciating the depth of his personality that went beyond the public facade. Yet, despite the admiration, there lingered a sense of bewilderment. You couldn't fathom what it was in you that had caused someone of his stature to fall for someone as seemingly ordinary as you.

The quiet rustle of Geto's kāṣāya garment marked his silent approach. As he entered the room, his discerning eyes took in the scene — your slumped figure on the floor, the remnants of emotional release scattered around.

With a subtle grace, Geto crouched beside you, his kāṣāya settling around him. His presence was a steady anchor in the midst of emotional turbulence. As he observed, the lines of concern etched onto his face betrayed a genuine worry for your well-being.

His thumb and index finger gently grasped your chin. There was a silent understanding in his touch — a recognition of shared struggles and vulnerabilities.

With a voice that held a calming resonance, he asked, "What's wrong, my love?" Geto's eyes searched yours, seeking the truth behind the storm of emotions that had unfolded.

Struggling against the strength of Geto's grasp on your chin, you attempted to avert your gaze from his keen, black irises. However, his hold was unyielding, preventing even the slightest movement. Your eyes, teary and vulnerable, met his unwavering gaze.

Tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks as the floodgates of emotion burst open yet again. With each sob, you began to share the burdens that had led to this emotional breaking point. The weight of work, the battles with disability, and the overwhelming stress poured out in words between shaky breaths. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admitted, voice choked with emotion. "Every day feels like a struggle, and I don't know how to keep going. Oh, I'm so so useless."

As you poured out your heart, a haunting self-doubt surfaced. Amidst the sobs, you confessed, "And... and I don't understand why you're with me. I'm not good enough for someone like you. You deserve someone stronger, someone who doesn't break down like this."

In the stillness that followed, Geto's gaze remained unwavering, his fingers maintaining their gentle yet firm hold. His expression held a mixture of understanding and compassion, the weight of your words acknowledged without judgment.

With a voice that resonated with sincerity, he responded, "Strength is not about never breaking down, little one. It's about finding the courage to rise again. And you, my dear, are stronger than you give yourself credit for."

His words, though simple, carried a profound reassurance. Geto's thumb wiped away a tear from your cheek, his touch a gentle acknowledgment of the vulnerability you had bared. "I chose you because of who you are," he affirmed, his voice a soothing presence amid the storm of emotions. "Your strength lies in your resilience, in the way you face challenges head-on. You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be yourself."

With your gaze locked onto Geto's unwavering eyes, lips slightly parted and tears streaming down your face, you continued to pour out the burdens that had weighed heavily on your heart. The sobs, though still present, became intertwined with the raw honesty of your words. "I feel like I'm drowning, Geto," you admitted, your voice shaky yet determined. "Work, my disability, everything... It's just too much. There are moments when I can't move, and it terrifies me. I don't know how to handle it." The vulnerability in your expression mirrored the openness of your heart. "I thought I could handle it all, but it's breaking me," you confessed. "I can't keep up this facade of strength. It's exhausting, and I'm tired, Geto. Tired of pretending I'm okay when I'm not."

Tears blurred your vision as you continued, "And there's this constant fear," you continued, your voice quivering. "That I'm not good enough for you. That you'll see through this facade and realize I'm just... not enough…"

Geto observed your tear-streaked face with a slight tilt of his head, his gaze unwavering. Geto slipped one of his strong arms under your knees and the other against your back. With seemingly effortless strength, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you with a tenderness.

Silently carrying you through the apartment, he navigated toward a hidden sanctuary — a winter garden tucked away at the back: a place that held significance, a haven of tranquility that had often brought you solace in times of need.

The door creaked open, revealing the serene winter garden adorned with delicate flora. The air was warm, and the ambient quietness seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment. Geto, still holding you securely in his arms, stepped into the sanctuary that he knew held a special place in your heart.

The familiar surroundings embraced you with a sense of calmness as Geto carefully settled you on a comfortable metal bench covered with thick blankets, ensuring that you were cradled in warmth.

Geto's gaze shifted to the delicate flora surrounding you. His voice was low and measured as the tall man began to explain, "All of these," he gestured towards the various plants, "are delicate. Just like you." His words held a quiet reverence for the intricacies of life, and he moved towards a small pot adorned with your favorite flowers — blue orchids. "It's easy to break them," he continued, his fingers grazing the petals with a gentle touch. "But even in their delicate state, they strive to survive." His attention shifted to a particular orchid that both of you had thought was long gone. Geto revealed the seemingly lifeless stalks, and to your surprise, pointed out two new buds emerging, still tender and small. "They may look delicate, but they have a strength within," he remarked, his eyes meeting yours. "Even when faced with adversity, they find a way to grow anew." Moving back to you, Suguro's gaze held a rare softness. "Just like these orchids, you've faced challenges and found the strength to grow. I admire your resilience." His words were sincere, a reflection of the admiration he held for your tenacity in the face of life's storms.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The quiver in your chin mirrored the emotions boiling within your soul. The weight of his words sank in, a profound recognition of the strength that had blossomed in the face of adversity. "I... I never thought of it that way," you admitted, your voice soft and tremulous. "It's just... sometimes it feels like everything is too much, like I'm too fragile for this world." The vulnerability in your confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to the quiet strength that Geto had just commended.

Geto's eyes held a depth of understanding as he listened to your words. With a reassuring touch, he reached out, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that trailed down your cheek as he took a seat beside you. "It's crucial," he said, "to focus on your own well-being. Only then can you coexist with your inner demons. Sorrow has a human heart too often. And you're strong enough to overcome it.” Geto, with a tender gesture, pulled you to sit on his thick lap. His strong arms enveloped you, drawing you close to his wide torso. Gently rocking you back and forth, he whispered words of encouragement into your ear. "You're stronger than you think, and I believe in you. Life throws challenges at everyone, and your resilience in facing them is truly admirable. Remember, it's okay not to have it all figured out. Be patient with yourself, take one step at a time, and know that you're not alone. I'm here, you're not alone. We're in this together. You're capable of overcoming whatever comes your way, and I'm proud to stand by your side. You can always count on me. I won't hesitate to remove any obstacles that stand in your way. Your well-being is my priority.”

The warmth of his embrace and the soothing cadence of his voice created a sanctuary of comfort, a moment of solace in which you felt both physically and emotionally embraced. You gently wrapped your sore arms around Suguru's neck, seeking solace in his comforting, warm embrace. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you expressed gratitude, your voice soft but filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being so gentle with me.”

"Anytime, Y/N. Difficult moments will fade away. And I'll never leave you alone. Ever,” he accentuated the last word, gently kissing your forehead. "Now, wipe away those tears and join me. We still have a delightful supper to prepare together.”

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mi-dori · 6 months

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დ𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆დ

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: In which reader (you) have been friends with Utahime since childhood but you one day left without telling her goodbye.

Warnings: Angst

Years have passed since Utahime last heard or saw from you. She was beginning to forget what you looked like, how you sound. It was all becoming a foggy memory for her and she hated it. She hated that she missed you like crazy. She hated that you never told her goodbye. She hated the fact that she never got to tell you how she felt.

She wanted you to see how far she's come. She became a teacher, you always told her she would become a very amazing teacher and she was glad she took your advice.

She gazed out of the window in the old, abandoned building, reminiscing about the times the two of you would come here. Her students were in the upper floor, searching for the curse that resided there. It all felt like deja vu to her. As she passed by the walls, she glanced at the scribbles left by two nine year olds, one of them being her and the other being you.

All her recalling of memories came to a halt when she heard a loud crash upstairs. The kids had found the curse and as she rushed up, her heart was pumping- with fear and anticipation at the fact that she was smelling your scent. With one jab to the door, it flew open, revealing her enemy.

There stood a human-like curse, with all human traits, hands, feet, hair, eyes, fingers. The eyes stared into Utahime's shaking ones. She stood in shock seeing the curse as whom she had recognised to be her long last friend.

"Y/n?..." She whispered out in complete and utter shock. Her students that were on the floor were left in a shock as well. The curse's eyes softened at her voice.

"Hime..." the groggily voice of the curse croaked out. All of the evil aura instantly left the room and the kids felt it as the retracted their weapons.

Utahime stumbled towards you, cupping your sctrached up face in her soft hands. Her eyes glistened with tears. "How? How did this happened?"

"I'm sorry... Hime. This is my fault... I let it take over me..."

"B-but this wasn't supposed to happen! You don't deserve this! After all these years... this is how we reunite?!" Now she couldn't hold back her tears as the pain was too much. She cried into your chest and you rubbed her back, drawing random patterns on her back like you did as children to help her calm down.

"I left because my... grandfather died... he was my everything. His death took a great toll on me... causing negative emo-I know how curses are formed. I'm a teacher." She cut you off, wiping her tears. You smiled upon hearing this news.

"Wondeful... you... I'm sorry but you know what you have to do."

She did know, but she couldn't. She can't bring herself to kill you. "Please Hime... I want to die by your hands."

"There's still so much I want t-to say!"

"I know. I love you too. I always have but this is goodbye... my final goodbye..." you rested your forehead against hers as her sobs rigged through her body. Todo bawled his fists in anger.

"Utahime Sensei can't do it. So let me."

You looked at Utahime, then Todo, then back at her again before nodding. With one final kiss on her lips, you distanced yourself from her, giving her a toothy smile- the one that she loved so much.

Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, you were on the floor, bleeding with a smile on your face.

"Fucking idiot... I love you too..."

A/n: I'm back with Angst 🥲

#utahime iori #utahime x reader #jjk #jjk utahime #utahime jjk #jjk x reader

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midnightshade · 1 year

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Title: Child of Pyrite

↷Synopsis: Being the Heir and having inherited the Projection Technique, many assumed that made Naoya the golden child of the Zen'in. However, in a family that values power above all else, even those at the top are bound to suffer in a loveless home

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: M

Word Count: 1'515

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Depictions of Child Abuse

Author's Note: N/A

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reblogs and interactions are incredibly appreciated ♥︎

"Please, Father, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'll be good, I promise! It was an accident, please don't!"

Naoya's desperate cries ring out across the Zen'in Estate as Naobito drags his son by the wrist towards a building near the edge of the Estate, his face set in cold anger. His cries fall on deaf ears, his father refusing to acknowledge a single word of it.

The servants kept their heads down, ignoring the scene unfolding before them to instead focus on their chores, some of them scurrying away to some other part of the Estate to avoid the situation. They parted before the two, and while some threw Naoya a pitiful look, none made any attempt to step in and help him out of fear of being the next victim of Naobito's wrath.

Naoya looked at them with wide, desperate eyes, nearly tripping over himself as his little legs struggled to keep pace with his father's long, stomping strides. His free hand scrabbled pathetically at his father's iron grip, feeling his wrist already beginning to bruise from the force, but the pain didn't even begin to compare to the icy prongs of fear that gripped his heart as the building in the distance drew ever closer.

Tears blur the young Heir's eyes, and he can't even bring himself to feel shame at the show of weakness.

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A punch sends Naoya flying across the room and into the wall. Stars explode behind his eyes as he collapses to the floor, unable to will his aching body to move. He shook, his body covered in welts and bruises from another one of his father's brutal training sessions, but even as he heads Naobito grunt in disapproval, he can't get his body to move.

"Is that the best you can do? You'll never master the Projection Technique at this rate," Naobito said, his gruff voice coated in disappointment as he glared down at his son.

Naoya panted, his eyes squeezing shut as he took in his father's words. He told himself today would be the day he'd impress him, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't land a single hit on his father.

Tears stung Naoya's eyes, pain giving way to frustration as he sniffled, trying to hold back the dam of emotions. Being the Heir, tears were a sign of weakness that were not tolerated, even at his young age.

Naobito had yet to notice, stepping closer to Naoya as he continued to ridicule him. "Your movements are still too slow and predictable. How do you expect to be the next Head of the Zen'in if you can't even land a single hit? Your brother's could tag me when they were even younger than you."

Naoya's heart sunk into his chest, his lips trembling at his words. His arms moved clumsily to push his battered body up, but that only proved to be a mistake.

Now that Naobito could better see Naoya's face, he could see the tears begging to fall down the young Heir's face. He frowned, lip curling in disappointment. "Are you crying?"

"No!"

Naoya tried to deny it, but his voice cracked pathetically. Being called out only made the tears come faster as a sob wracked his body, causing him to violently wipe at his face, whining in frustration as he couldn't stop the dam from breaking.

"You'll never succeed as a Sorcerer if you're so soft. Crying is a weakness, boy, and weakness isn't good for the Head of the Clan."

Naobito turned to leave without another word, leaving Naoya alone in the training room to fester in his shame. He curled into a ball, tucking himself into the corner of the room to hide as he cried, his face was hot embarrassment as he hoped no one else would find him like this.

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Those cruel lessons had been branded onto his mind, his father beating him into shape like stubborn clay, attempting to mold him into his ideal Heir. Naoya couldn't bring himself to care, all logical thought driven from his mind as fear turned him into little more than a feral animal, thrashing and screaming to escape the approaching danger.

Naoya's screams grew in intensity when they finally stood before the Disciplinary Pit, thrashing so wildly in his father's grip that he almost popped his arm out of place. He watched as his father pushed the double doors open and pulled Naoya inside to his doom.

Naoya's ears began to ring loudly, black spots forming at the edges of his vision as his eyes rolled back. His mouth filled with saliva in preparation to empty his stomach, bile liberally coating the back of his throat.

He made one last, pitiful attempt to plead with his father, but it came out a hysterical mess of crying and begging, completely incoherent. Even if Naobito could understand him, it wouldn't make any difference.

Naobito tossed Naoya forward, sending him tumbling down the stairs and into the circular pit. Even while in hysterics, Naoya had enough sense to curl himself into a ball, attempting to minimize the damage before he hit the floor, sprawling across the hard tile.

Despite his efforts, pain exploded behind his eyes, his body screaming in pain as each hard impact with the stone stairs caused bumps and bruises to form, leaving their mark on him and adding to the torment.

"You can stay here until you learn how to act like the Heir," Naobito called, his booming voice echoing around the chamber as he glared down his nose at his son.

The Head of the Zen'in moved to place seals along the edges of the chamber, keeping the Curses from getting too close to Naoya. Punishment or not, he didn't expect a boy Naoya's age to battle against 2nd Grade Curses.

Naoya ignored the pain in his body. The moment he landed, he pushed himself up and scrambled into the center of the circle, curling himself into a tight ball. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, locked on the grotesque creatures that laid just beyond the boundary.

He couldn't bring himself to answer his father or to even register when he left, too petrified to even look away from the jeering Curses. The distorted creatures paced around the edges of the circle like hungry tigers, their movements jerky and unnatural. The sounds they made, ranging from growling to human-like wailing, carved into Naoya's skull, drowning out the sound of his own sobs.

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Naoya laid on the hard tile, his tears having long since run dry. He stared ahead, motionless as he spaced out, disassociating from the situation.

He didn't know how long he'd been there, just waiting for his punishment to be over. He didn't even register when the door opened, and a figure approached him. The Curses hissed loudly, all of them fleeing deeper into the shadows.

Only then did Naoya look up, vision blurring as he struggled to focus.

Naobito stood over him, face stern as ever as he asked, "Have you learned your lesson?"

Naoya blinked at him, his brain hardly processing his words. After several seconds, he nodded slowly, but Naobito only frowned.

"Naoya, I want to hear you say it. Have you learned your lesson?"

Naoya opened and closed his mouth, his tongue feeling too big and uncoordinated. The first thing he thought was just how thirsty he was. Had he been here for several days, or had he simply cried so hard he dehydrated himself?

After several long seconds, he finally managed to croak out a quiet, "Yes, father. . . .I've learned my lesson."

"What did you learn?" Naobito asked expectantly.

"I won't. . ." Naoya's voice faltered as he spoke, forcing him to clear his throat before continuing. "I won't run in the halls anymore, and I won't break another Vase while playing. I promise. . .I promise I'll act as an heir should."

He watched as his father gave a stern nod before reaching down, picking him up off the stone floor. Naoya hung limp in his grasp, having no strength left in him.

"Good. Let's not repeat this lesson."

Naoya only nodded, exhausted both physically and mentally as he leaned into his father's chest. His body ached from injuries received from the older man, but he couldn't help but instinctively search for the warmth and comfort a father should provide. He closed his eyes, being lulled to sleep by the sound of his father's steady heartbeat.

In his dreams, he imagined the one person who had ever shown him genuine kindness and love, the person who had once protected him from the worst of his father's rage. He sat curled up in his mother's lap, listening to her hum a gentle lullaby as her fingers carded through his hair.

Being the Heir may have made him the Golden Child to onlookers, but to the Zen'in who prized strength over all else; where feelings of love and vulnerability and family were deemed as weaknesses, they'd realize that all Naoya amounted to was fool's gold.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Zen'in Naoya #dark incantations #Midnight's Grimoire

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kerrysdreamcorner · 5 months

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𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction

Ⓢⓤⓜⓜⓐⓡⓨ

After arriving at the venue his wife disappeared at, Satoru gets to work tracking her down. Retrieving her, however, won’t happen without a hurdle or two.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Violence, blood, gore, death of evil, mentions of a miscarriage

Part 1

Millie felt heavy and light at the same time.

Her body was dead weight, and yet she wasn’t plummeting through the air beneath her. Something was keeping her suspended, something thin and sticky yet strong. It wrapped around her neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, thighs, knees, ankles, and in several different places across her torso.

She was just… hanging. Moving was impossible - her muscles weren’t responding. And she was so tired from fighting with her eyelids to open. Not that she could see anything, given the pitch black darkness around her.

Everything hurt. Her head was pounding, different areas of her body were stinging, and while something slimy coated some parts of her skin (sweat, she thought), some other substance had crusted over other areas.

Millie felt herself fading again and fought to stay awake.

She lost.

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The basement of the wedding venue was a tunnel system. Not metaphorically - literally. Straight, narrow halls that branched off in several directions, the ceiling so low Satoru had to keep his back hunched.

“The venue used to be an old mansion. If the family had kept it for a couple more years, it might have become a historic site.”

His wife’s adorable ramblings came to mind. In her sorcerer days, she diligently researched every location she was sent to. She didn’t like to go anywhere blind, especially where cursed spirits wandered. It seemed that habit had stuck with her.

“Guess they forgot to renovate the basement.” Satoru mumbled to himself, more frustrated then a joke.

He hasn’t found a single trace of Millie since the chapel, and each step he took made his cursed energy spike with an eagerness to find her. A need to find her. If there was so much as a scratch on her skin-

His six-eyes and the cursed energy he had been following led him right to a crooked door, the wood so old it stunk and was rotting. He could hear panicked sounds just beyond it.

Satoru didn’t hesitate and lifted a foot up kick the door open. It shattered into splinters, flying in several directions as he stepped inside. Much like the tunnels, lit torches hung on the walls, creating small pockets of light in the dark space.

And sobbing in the centre of the darkness was a figure.

The figure twisted to look at him and sniffled. “S-Satoru?” He said nothing. She scrambled to her feet and rushed towards him. “Satoru-”

She crashed right into the barrier of his infinity. Stumbling back with a sharp cry, she placed a hand against her forehead and looked up at him with wet eyes.

“Nice try. If you’re going to impersonate my wife, at least give her the respect of doing it accurately.” He smirked and put his hands in his pockets, leaning in a little closer. “My darling’s freckles don’t stretch that far across her cheeks.”

The thing that so closely resembled his wife blinked up at him. Then, her lips curled into a smirk too sinister to be human. “My, I’m impressed. This might be the first time anyone’s caught onto me so quickly. Most men don’t seem to pay such close attention to their wives anymore.”

“I’m not just any man, and my wife isn’t just any wife. She’s mine.” There was a hard edge to his tone now. “Where is she?”

The cursed spirit batted her eyelashes and reached for the zipper on the back of the dress. “Make love to me as you would your wife, and maybe, I’ll consider telling you.”

There was no dodging the red light, not even if the cursed spirit saw it sooner. She howled in pain as it cut across the arm she had been reaching back with, severing the limb until it fell to the stone floor and turned to blackened ash.

Growling, a sound that further proved what he already knew, she wrapped her hand around the bleeding stub. “You-!”

Satoru slipped his blindfold into his pocket. “The more you disrespect my wife, the worse it will be for you.” He took a step forward, but the spirit didn’t back away, nor did she break eye contact with him. “I usually don’t ask twice, so consider yourself lucky. Where’s. My. Wife?”

She straightened her back, chin tilting up defiantly. She opened her mouth to speak-

“Actually, never mind. You don’t need to tell me.”

The spirit blinked and tilted her head. “Do you have a screw loose-”

A faint blue light suddenly pierced through the spirit’s chest. Dark blood splattered, bouncing off the wall of infinity and thus leaving Satoru completely clean despite his close range.

The man beamed at something behind the spirit. “Hi, honey!”

With blood beginning to trickle from the corners of her mouth, the spirit looked over her shoulder. Glaring at her was a figure of sentient cursed energy, one that was slowly turning more visible as the blue hues deepened. The punch through her chest became clearer, as did the face of her killer.

The face she stole from her ensnared victim.

“…How?” The cursed spirit asked, it’s stolen features beginning to ripple.

The sentient energy pulled it’s fist out and stepped back, but never once did she break her icy glare. The spirit’s skin began to melt, sizzling as it fell from bones to splatter onto the cold floor. The only thing left behind was a skeleton with two small mirrors for eyes.

The skeleton fell apart, falling into a heap of bones on the floor. The skull rolled to Satoru’s feet, the temple hitting the toe of his boot.

He crushed it beneath his heel.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Satoru looked up at his wife. Whatever lighthearted remark he was going to make died on his tongue when he saw how fast the blue colouring of her energy was fading. “Get back to your body. Now.”

She dashed away, leaving behind a trail of residuals in her wake. Not that Satoru needed them - he was following hot on her misty heels.

Millie’s cursed energy has always been tricky. The simplest way to understand her energy was to compare it to a candle’s flame. Putting a lid over the candle stopped oxygen from reaching the flame, and after a while, the flame extinguishes itself. This is how Millie hides her cursed energy; she keeps a mental lid over her energy to keep it dim. Quiet. Hard to detect. Even with his six-eyes, Satoru had a hard time detecting her when she dimmed her energy. There’s no way the cursed spirit could have sensed her coming.

On the flip side, exposing a flame to oxygen allowed it to burn bigger. Hotter. Faster. Millie’s cursed energy was incredibly strong when she took the lid off, but she burned through it terribly quickly. It had taken her many months at Jujutsu Tech to learn how to master control of her energy output.

Her cursed technique, which was active now, burned through her energy reserve even faster. It also left her body unconscious and defenceless against whoever might stumble upon it. If she didn’t her back to her body before her energy ran out, then her soul would be lost forever. If her body sustained a fatal blow, she wouldn’t be able to return either.

Her elder brother, who was suspected to also have this technique, died because of it. Millie almost died once from the backlash of pushing herself too far with it.

Their unborn child, who neither had known about beforehand, was lost in the backlash that almost killed his wife.

The day after learning the devastating news of their loss, Millie swore to never use it again. She must be desperate to be using it now.

Millie raced around one last corner and charged into a pitch black room, the faint glow of her energy disappearing into the shadows. Satoru followed her into the darkness, tracing her residuals. They were leading him up towards the-

Bending gravity to his will, Satoru shot towards the ceiling. Silky cobwebs kept his wife suspended, thorn-like needles embedded into her skin in several areas. Satoru could see her cursed energy flowing into the cobwebs - it was draining her.

It made sense to him now, why she chose to use her cursed technique and remove her soul and all her energy from her body. It was to keep the cursed spirit from draining her completely and leaving her as defenceless as a common citizen.

If he hadn’t seen that spirit’s bones disintegrate into ash, he would have gone back and ground them to dust with his own two hands.

“Millie?” Satoru called, her name a plea on his lips. Cradling her in his arms, he sliced through the cobwebs with his energy and dropped back to earth, carrying her out of the darkness with long, quick strides. “Answer me, baby. Come on.”

He sat beneath the nearest torch and made sure she was secure in his lap, one arm supporting her back while he gently pulled the needles out of her skin, being extra careful with the ones imbedded in her neck. Luckily, the removal didn’t cause her to bleed too much.

Millie made a soft sound just then, something between a hum and a whine - a sound she made when he woke her up in the morning with his barrage of kisses. Her eyelids fluttered, teal eyes hazy as she looked up at him. “Satoru?”

Satoru let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and sat her up a little more, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. “How ya’ feeling, beautiful?”

“Cold.”

He quickly shrugged off his jacket and bundled her in it. Then, he stood up and started walking back the way he came. “What happened?”

Millie buried her face in the side of his neck and took a deep breath. “The bride… wasn’t the bride. I mean, she was, but then she wasn’t.” She pulled back and shook her head as if to clear the fog from her memory. “Nothing felt off at first. The entire morning went smoothly, but when it came time to take pictures of the bridal party on the stairs, the bride excused herself to use the washroom. It felt it when she came back, that sense of dread - I knew it was a cursed spirit. The real bride appeared seconds later, and the spirit just… slaughtered them all. That’s when screaming in the chapel started.”

“I found a spirit resembling a spider in there. Is that what you saw?”

She nodded and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “I exorcised as many as I could, but I wasn’t careful enough. One of them managed to spray me with something. My body went numb, I started to get lightheaded… and that’s where my memory stops. When I came to, I was hanging like that. It was dark, and I couldn’t move and I could feel my energy draining and I sensed you-” Millie choked on a sob and hid against his neck again. “I’m sorry.”

Satoru stopped walking, but only so he could warp them outside. He didn’t want his wife to see anymore of the horror inside the venue. “Unless you’re apologizing for being the most gorgeous woman on the planet, take it back.”

“But-”

“No.”

Millie sighed, the smallest of smiles tugging at her lips. “Alright. I take it back.”

He grinned. “Good girl. Now, let’s go get you checked out - though I hate when anyone but me checks you out.”

“Satoru.”

“Hold on tight, wifey. I’m warping us straight to Shoko.”

—— 17 Hours Later, Gojo Household ——

Wrapped snug in a blanket, Millie dozed peacefully on the couch. Despite it being 10 A.M and having slept like a log throughout the night, the ordeal the evening before had taken a lot out of her. That, and using her cursed technique always left her exhausted the following day.

“Gojo, be reasonable.”

“Oh, I’m being perfectly reasonable.” Satoru said, glancing towards where his wife slept. He had been sitting in the chair next to the couch, but moved into the kitchen to take the phone call. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb her rest. “My wife was attacked by a cursed spirit yesterday. I’m not leaving her side today just to attend a stupid meeting.”

The old man grunted on the other end of the line. “Ieiri said-”

“Shoko said her life isn’t in any danger. That doesn’t mean she won’t need me here.”

“Think of the common good, boy!”

“Is Tokyo in immediate danger?”

“Well, no-”

“Then there’s no need to think of the common good right now, is there?” He noticed his wife begin to stir. “My wife comes first. It would be best for you and everyone else to remember that.”

“Satoru-!”

Satoru ended the call and left his phone on the counter, striding over to his wife with a wide smile. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. You’ve kept your handsome Prince waiting far too long!”

Millie rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head in a way that reminded him of a cat. Then, she reached towards him and made grabby hands. “Snuggle?”

Satoru wasted no time plopping down on top of her. He snaked his arms between her back and the couch and buried his face in her chest, settling his stomach between her thighs as she gently scratched his scalp with the tips of her nails.

Her lips touched the top of his head. “Thank you for rescuing me. I knew you would come, but part of me wondered if you would have been able to find me…”

He tightened his hold on her and closed his eyes, fighting back an unpleasant image. He didn’t want to think about coming home to an empty house. “Of course I found you. I’m the strongest, remember?”

She chuckled and twirled his short, white locks around her finger. “How could I forget when you remind me three times a day?”

Satoru pouted and lifted his head to look at her. “Are you implying that I’m annoying?”

Millie breathed a laugh and cupped his cheeks in her hands, giving them a gentle pinch. “A little.”

Distraught wails and lighthearted laughter chased away the chilling shadows of the day before. No matter the danger ahead, Mr. And Mrs. Gojo were a team that could never be bested, no matter how determined the other party may be.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Cursedtales Chapters: Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader)

[Grey says: Happy White Day! So here's a little fixation I wanna share with you...]

[Notes & Warning: dark content: (BLOODSUCKING, blood lust,) if you're uncomfortable with the idea, press the 'back' button. Yourself, your responsibility.]

Cold

Hunger...

Your throat burns as your stomach walls squeeze each other. All this for the sake of restraint and your oath to him. You must've gone deeper in your madness for prioritizing someone's words than your sanity. But the simple thought of his beautiful icy blue eyes looking at you in disappointment makes your beatless heart crumble in despair.

"Satoru," you cried as you curl yourself to a fetal position, tears dribbling down your cheeks. Your cold body pulsed in scorching greed to sink your fangs in tender flesh and suck sweet blood to quench the starvation of your inner beast.

You need blood.

"My little kitten, you can only drink from me, do you understand?"

Your sob grew harder thinking about him. Your body feels like it's submerged in the ocean of ice but your gut is flaming in the needs of something... the need of his embrace. Satoru's arms are as cold as yours but it was your solace to fill the emptiness of your soul.

"Satoru!" You screamed in tears. "I need you." Whimpering your voice cracked.

This is useless. You fell down the bed in misery.

He's away sorting out loose threads in his fief after the grand duke passed away leaving you in his manor alone for your safety and comfort albeit you're now starving and going crazy. It's been days you've barred the doors of your room despite the maids asking for you, bringing food, and pleading for you to at least drink a glass of water.

You can't eat... You'll only starve harder if you eat human food.

What you need the most is blood. Fresh blood.

It doesn't have to be Satoru's... as long as it's fresh blood...

Your golden eyes darted to the glass window... down the manor is a village.

Satoru... I'm sorry.

II.

Heavy rain poured while the grand duke's carriage hasten in the night to reach the ducal palace.

Satoru looks out of the window with a blank face. He dislikes the heat of the glaring sun but the more he hates the dampness of rain. The earthy scent of mud irritates his sense of smell the rustling of trees and whistling of the trees are too noisy for his hearing... And he feels cold.

Satoru's heart has long been covered with frost, subjected to be frozen in time between life and death but when she's near... As long as she's near, he could swear his heart would pulse so loud almost breaking the cage it is hidden in. Her orange blossom sweet scent calms down the malevolence in him.

And it's been days I haven't seen her, hold her, and feed with her... Satoru suppressed a growl, clenching and unclenching his fist to relieve the vexation inside him. That geezer, does he have to die in the rainy season? He could've at least chosen somewhere between fall or spring where the weather doesn't make the travel slow and dirty.

Listening to the number of roofs to be repaired, funds to be used, walls, drainages, and so on, it's been a hell to keep his claws sheathed while listening to the babbling of town chiefs. He was ready to go home but this monsoon just have to start a flood and stranded him miles away from his mate.

"Your Grace, we're here."

The moving stopped and the coachman quickly opened the chaise but Satoru had already climbed down, half-running to the large doors ignoring the wetness of the rain soiling his cloak and boots.

"Your Grace, welcome home. Shall I prepare the bath?" The head butler welcomed him.

"Where is my fiancee?" With large strides, he crossed the main hall up to the grand staircase. The butler could barely match his pace.

"Her Ladyship has been refusing to leave her room, ever since you left she has locked her door."

Fuck! Y/n, I'm home my little kitten.

"Do not allow anyone on the third floor until I come down."

III.

Cold.

When was it since you've felt this bone-chilling frost?

"Are y-you alone?"

Your eyes look up and met those cold blue eyes. A man with snow-white hair and in a black coat. Looking down on your mangled body laying on the cold red drenched snow with the raging blizzard.

Why are your eyes colder than this snow?

You're really stupid. You're dying but all you could think is ask him such an absurd question. This is why they managed to wound you and leave you to die in this harsh snowstorm.

The man crouch down and his gloved finger touch your forehead. Your blood drenched his white gloves and you could swear his beautiful blue eyes turned a hundred shades darker, they're like the glacier rivers shining in the dark artic night with the faint glow of the aurora. Breathtaking yet too fickle to gaze upon because the coldness could render everyone turns back and seek warmth.

Warmth...

"Do you want to live?"

Live? Then what? Be hunted by those people as they drive you to death once again?

"I h-have nothing m-more."

Ironically you'd rather freeze to death here alone than go back and seek comfort from strangers who will sooner or later exploit you.

"Then live for me."

Tell me, why? I'm dying but your eyes are colder than my coming death.

"I'm sorry." Cold fingertips brush your cheeks.

Warm... Tingles of sparks fluttered in your heart that has stopped beating for a long time ago.

Vanilla and creamy scent flooded your nostrils, hunger finally burned the last thread of your sanity and seeped into your inner instincts that you could hear the flow of blood in the veins your eyes popped open and reach your shaking hands up.

You're met by a pair of tender blue eyes, and strong arms lifting your body to be placed above a steady lap. The sound of clothes being loosened and the sight of white jade skin with fine veins running along evoked your senses so clear and vivid despite the hunger weighing you down.

"Drink as much as you need," the simple whisper rendered your brain distraught in pleasure and avarice.

Fangs bared and eyes brimming in bloodlust you grab Satoru's collar and sink in your sharp canines into his cold flesh.

Sweet... Heavy and thick. You sucked harder not getting enough. Your mate... Tears stream down your cheeks and saltiness mix with your meal. You missed this... You missed his sweet blood, his rough hand softly stroking your head, the faint scent of sandalwood clinging to his skin his coldness... you missed his coldness.

Gripping his arms you push your body against his hard chest.

"Keep still, we'll fall—!"

Too late, with another forceful push, you straddle his abdomen and whined between your gulps. Too sweet... more... more... You could never get enough of how honey-like Satoru's blood taste like. No, it's sweeter than honey and creamier than vanilla.

"Ahh!" Satoru moaned long fingers thread your hair. "Fuck, keep going, Kitten." He caresses your neck, shoving your nape closer to him, beautiful groans slipping out of the cold duke's gritted teeth

"Hmmm," you sighed, gulping generous amounts of scrumptious blood taming down the wildness of your instincts.

Perhaps it's because he's your mate... or maybe because his blood is the only one you've ever had except for a few critters when you barely suppressed your newly born self a long time ago. But one thing's for sure... Satoru has the most delicious blood.

"Bad kitten," Satoru drawled when you retracted your fangs and run your soft tongue over the two cute pierced holes you've made by the hollow of his neck. This time you softly lapped up his scarlet blotched pale skin in silent apology of your brashness earlier. You licked him some more until Satoru flip you both around and hovered above your still weak body, his elbows propped by the sides of your head with your faces inches apart.

A smirk curling in his pale pink lips, tall nose descended down to rub your cheeks, tickling and nudging the adorable plump of flesh. One of your eyes closed, purring and humming at the wonderful sensation of his tall nose tracing your face down to your jaws.

"Had your fill?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, I ripped your tunic again," you looked down and saw the large rip on his white tunic. Grimacing, your eyes averted to the burning candle beside the bed. The gossips of the maids about their master's ripped tunic and the tailor busily sending new ones since you came home with him cannot escape your keen hearing and you could only blush by the corner of the wall.

"Don't you think that's too late after all that you've ripped off from me?" Satoru flashed you a wolfish grin and lean down to give your lips a small kiss and stared into your eyes again. "I don't mind ripping the rest for you."

His beautiful blue eyes sparkle in glee making you smile too just thinking that he's happy. Your eyes darted to his neck with little blotches of blood your tongue smeared earlier... Maybe... just a little bite...

Internally you furiously shake your head. Satoru is also tired, you can't drain him! No!

"You stink." Your nose scrunched up and push him off of you. Control yourself Y/n.

"Hmmm, after your debauchery with my body, now you throw me aside?" Satoru cocks an artic brow at you and stretches his arms open wide. You stare at his glistening skin, hard muscular chest exposed by the rip running from the collar down to the half of the tunic.

"I don't, but you stink Your Grace. Like squirrels and horses clung to you while you're away from me. And I find it extremely displeasing," you grumbled but your thumb caress the fading bite mark on his pale neck.

"Fair point."

Satoru removed himself and tuck you under the duvet. Soft lips kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest. I'll join you after I wash." Satoru turned to leave and you're left in the spacious room, watching the large raindrops fall and thunder rage on.

Your tongue swirled on the spaces of your teeth, the lingering aftertaste of Satoru's delectable blood made your toes curl and whimper. You hope he eats human food before coming back up.

"No, he's also tired. Satoru needs rest." You convinced yourself while looking at the barred window. The inner beast in you was clawing to get out of this room and race to the nearby forest but the foul scent of monkshood brought by the rain breeze and distinct clanking of iron terrified you immobile and curled up to the corner of the room.

They were passing by.

Just thinking about them shivers ran down your spine.

Unlike Satoru, your strength is nowhere a quarter to defend yourself from ferocious hunters... Especially those who hunt your kind.

"You're in distress," cold breathe blew over the shell of your ears. You turn around and Satoru dressed in his black night robes climbs in your bed. 'What's going in your mind?"

Should you tell him? If Satoru knows he might leave again for a hunt. He's not the kind to let a threat wander around his territory. You stare at his huge figure illuminated by the faint candlelight.

Perhaps sensing your reluctance Satoru opened his arms for you.

"Did you run into trouble on your way home Your Grace?"

"If getting stranded in a flood is considered one, then yes." He hummed when you place your head above his chest, while your hand drape to his shoulders. "What's wrong? Did something happen while I was away?"

You nod.

"I sensed them pass by." Rubbing your face to your mate's sandalwood scent body, hugging him tight after days of separation is a halcyon to your frosted heart. "But I'm glad you're home..."

Satoru didn't answer instead his finger lifted your chin. He sweetly kissed and nibble the plump of your lower lip.

"Satoru," you gasp, clutching his shirt, looking into his tender eyes. Satoru smiled and kissed you again, eagerly, passionately, filled with longing as his sharp fangs hovered the side of your mouth.

"Uhmmm," you gasped at the sting of his canine piercing your lower lip, sipping a steady stream of blood. Long tongue salaciously lapping the trail of blood trailing down your jaws. You could hear the low purring of satisfaction in Satoru's voice while sucking a little hard that will leave your lips swollen and red.

Satoru gaze at you with lusty eyes, licking the side of your mouth and lean in to kiss you some more.

"My Kitten, I will behead anyone who dares to lay a finger on you."

IV.

"Master, our borders have indeed been breached but there was no damage more than a broken steel gate." A young man in a white swallow tailcoat with a sword strapped around his waist kneeled before Satoru who is sitting on the edge of the windowsill a large bundle curled up in his arms.

Yuta recognizes the person held by the Grand Duke lovingly in his arms. The only person those hard cold blue eyes turn tender and affectionately upon is sleeping snug and tight in the arms of her mate. Wrapped in the duvet with the occasional streak of lightning you seemed you will melt like a snowflake if not handled with care in Satoru's hold.

The streak of lightning made the icy blue eyes glow like the hanging icicles from a cave, sharp enough to pierce through flesh and bones. It shifted to Yuta, turning stone-cold once more.

"Yuta, tell me..."

He's scary not because he bites, he's scary because he doesn't have any intention of moving but his eyes are enough to kill. Yuta swallowed a hard gulp and bowed even lower.

"What's the use of vampire senses as keen as yours... if you cannot prevent intruders?"

"Please forgive my incapability, Master," Yuta shuddered, inhaling hard to breathe in as the air in the room condensed thickly, cutting off the oxygen until he dropped to the floor and vision turned dark.

Perhaps sensing the dark aura in your sleep you faintly whined in discomfort. Satoru fell silent and hugged your slumbering body, smoothing the crease of your temples with a tender kiss of apology.

Immediately the darkness dissolved and Yuta desperately gasp for air.

"I'm sorry, everything is fine," Soft whispers soothed the lady, Satoru stroked her head tenderly as if he didn't almost suffocate his retainer to death just seconds ago. "Wait for me outside, we're going to hunt."

"A-as your command." Yuta draw a shaky breath, bowed, and hasten out of the room

He can't help but look back to what his Uncle was before the Lady came with him.

Yuta grew up watching his distant Uncle shed blood like a madman. The new Master of the Gojo dukedom was known to be a lunatic on the battlefield. Seven years ago the war against the Lycans ended abruptly a month after His Grace joined in the war. He tore heads with barehand. Unlike the vampires going to frenzy feeding with all the blood. He was invulnerable to the ocean of blood that could render vampires insane. His Grace walked through the place as if taking a stroll while Lycans' heads roll down behind him massacring a legion of Lycans singlehandedly.

He remembers how he executed his own mother after falling into the madness of inability to distinguished between an ally and foe. Yuta believed his Uncle could never shed any emotion from his empty face and unsympathetic eyes. But then the Lady came. The heartless hunter he knew drastically changed...

Swift wind passes Yuta and when he looked forward his Uncle is already leaping into the rainy dark night heading towards the forest. The apathetic duke only uses emotion when it comes to the Lady. And Yuta sympathizes with whoever trespassed the lands, His Grace will never bestow clemency to anyone who threatens his and his mate's sanctuary.

—GreyCaelum

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apollostears · 2 years

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STREETS [ a. todo ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ pairing: todo aoi x reader

↬︎ warnings: established relationship + angst + todo being dense + swearing + hints to smut + hurt/comfort (??) + maybe brief sub!todo and dom!reader? like todo fucked up and the reader is not letting that shit slide by this time + todo might be slightly ooc but i like niggas who cry

REQUEST. reader gets jealous of how todo is with takada , he’s ditching dates , leaving her on delivered for hours on end etc. reader has had enough and finally confronts him and they argue and things get heated after

ADVISORY. reader is black and female unless stated otherwise.

[ streets : doja cat ]

THIS WAS DATE NUMBER FIVE and the location for this one was a midday picnic in the park, perfect for the both of you. well—perfect for one of you, seeing as takada ended up having a surprise pop-up meet ‘n greet that todo ditched you for. you had been waiting at the park, on your tenth voicemail message, when you saw todo post an ig post with him and takada taking pictures. the caption read: favorite girl. at that point you didn’t care about a date, you didn’t care about some stupid ass meet ‘n greet. what you did care about, was how ’your’ man seemed to think that being only yours wasn’t good enough. that being takada’s had to be better than anything you could ever think of.

was she even aware of how amazing of a man todo was? no. she probably saw him as another hopeless fanboy and doesn’t realize just how lucky she is to have him groveling at her feet. it was an embarrassing revelation, one that had you swallowing down sobs on the train ride home. it was heartbreaking to know that this would possibly be the end of you two. the end of something you thought was only yours.

when you managed to make it home, you had enough time to wallow in your thoughts and jealousy. even had time to contemplate a double homicide, but once you stepped foot into your shared apartment, all energy drained from your body. but todo—he was a bouncing ball of energy, a genuine smile on his face as he framed yet another perfect autograph from her. and when his eyes landed on yours, a twinkle of adoration in them, you held back a gag. for you were absolutely sick to your stomach at the look that another woman put on your mans face. a look that you would’ve given him had he shown up for the date.

“angel! guess who had a surprise pop-up today!” the grown man was practically a child as he clasped his hands together in excitement awaiting your response.

a bitter laugh escaped you, your arm raising and dropping the picnic basket carelessly on the floor. todo’s face dropped as he looked at you in concern. “angel?”

the next words out of your mouth were brutal and not to come from the mouth of a lover, but the damage had been done. “you embarrass me, todo.” the disgust in your voice and the venom in his name had him losing color in his skin.

“favorite girl? since takada is the woman you want why don’t you go with her? huh?” you began to rage, eyes trained on his every movement. “save me the trouble of getting on a fucking two hour train ride, with a basket full of food for a GODDAMN PICNIC THAT MY BOYFRIEND WON’T SHOW UP FOR!”

todo couldn’t stop opening and closing his mouth, words of apologies sitting on his tongue but nothing coming out. it dawned on him that today was date day, a day that he specifically picked out to make up for the other four dates he missed. all of ‘em due to takada. his eyes looked at yours for forgiveness, but he should’ve known better than to ask.

he needed to beg.

“i’m—i’m sorry baby, i’m so sorry! she’s not my favorite girl, you are! and i know that i’ve been fucking up lately but i’m gonna fix it!” todo sloppily begged, making his way towards you before collapsing on his knees and crawling to you. “just please. . .please don’t leave me.”

whatever energy you had lost from crying on the train and wallowing in self-pity, was regained from looking at todo’s pitiful form. a part of you was feeling sadistic at his begging, knowing you were able to bring him to his knees. but another part of you was thinking how he’d probably get on his knees for her, too. and it had you with a sour look on your face.

“i don’t believe you, todo. you’ve given me so many promises and took so much from me and what do i get in return? a man who would rather spend time with a woman who doesn’t give jack shit about him, than the woman at home waiting for him.”

your lover was filled with regret and guilt as he thought on those times he’d come home and disregard your waiting form because takada had a music bank happening or anything else she had going on. and he couldn’t remember how it got like that. how it got to the point where he started neglecting you; the one woman to stand by him through everything. his number one.

standing, todo wrapped you up in his arms, face buried in your neck as sobs racked his body and leaving you stunned. was he. . .crying?

“one more. i promise, one more.”

his grip on you was tight and unwavering. his large frame almost covering your own, it was like he was trying to swallow you whole. “hey. hey, just calm down aoi. breathe for me honey.” you cooed, concerned over his harsh breathing.

the two of you stood like that for a while. just holding and loving. forgiving and repairing. hoping and praying that this time would be different. “i deserve better, you know that right?” you’d suddenly whisper as you stroked his hair.

and he would nod, painfully aware of how much more better you deserved than what he was giving you. but he couldn’t give you up, even when he knew he was the least deserving of you “yeah. i know.“

“so be better.”

pulling away from you, todo cupped your cheeks and stared you in the eyes, sincere words pouring from his soul. “from now on, i’m doing right by you. what i should’ve been doing from the beginning.”

you closed your eyes and allowed yourself the comfort of his touch, choosing to believe the words he was giving you. “kiss me, aoi. treat me like you love me.”

“i love you, princess.” he whispered against your lips before properly kissing you for the first time in weeks.

the simmering passion between you two flared back up with desire and soon, your legs were around his waist and his hands were imprinting themselves into your flesh as he carried you to the bedroom where he worshipped you and loved you more than anyone ever could.

NOTE I. thank you for the request!! it took me a bit to get this out, so please forgive me! <3

NOTE II. now remember folks, we do not ever ask a man to love us ( but in the case of 2D men, we do make exceptions ).

NOTE III. guess who finally watched spiderman nwh??? me bitch. lets talk.

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the-fvllenvngel · 2 years

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satoru is calling…

(x reader. gender neutral. angst. hurt/not really any comfort)

CW // JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 65+ & VOLUME 0 + JUJUTSU KAISEN MOVIE !!

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the car ride back to tokyo was quiet. ijichi was too nervous to say much, and you were mulling over the recent curse user attack at jujutsu high. what was there to say? one of your oldest friends attacked first year students while you were at a job in miyagi.

the more you thought, the faster you’d bounce your knee in the back seat. no one has answered your texts or emails in hours. what if something went horribly wrong? would ijichi tell you if something had? what’s the worst case scenerio?

the seemingly endless thoughts were interrupted by your ringtone, along with the car being illuminated by your screen which showed a picture of satoru while he was sleeping in yaga’s chair. the time on the car’s dash read 2:38 am.

you pick up the phone to panicked breathes and agonizing sobs.

“satoru? you okay?”

“i—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, being cut off with a coughing fit.

“you need to slow down your breathing ‘toru. just a little.”

as you talked him down and got him to get a hold on his breathing, you turned to ijichi, “how much longer until we’re at the school?”

“uhh—about 25 minutes,” he said timidly, kind of panicking himself after hearing your side of the conversation along with the affectionate nickname, “‘toru”.

“i’m going to be there soon. don’t hang up the phone, ‘kay?” you spoke softly, and in turn satoru responded with a quiet hum.

he couldn’t tell you what happened over the phone, which led to new spirals in your head that you promptly ignored. it was probably the longest half an hour drive you’ve ever experienced. each second was ticking by and you helped the man on the man on the other line calm himself down enough to drink some water.

the second you closed that car door, you were running to gojou’s room. still holding your phone by your ear and you sped down halls and tripped over your own feet.

finally, “‘toru, it’s me. can i come in?”

if you weren’t on the phone with him, you never would have heard his plea.

hanging up and softly opening the door, the first thing your greeted with is his room being absolutely demolished. things were thrown, shattered, snapped, ripped. walk in a little further, and on the ground, knees in his chest, was thee gojou satoru. the broken soldier.

his hair was greasy and pulled in every direction. the bandages usually covering his eyes were thrown on the bare matress of his bed. his eyes were glassy and violently red from rubbing his tears away.

the soft click of the door, the careful shuffle of your feet walking through the visual representation of his mind, and gently kneeling in front of him.

“satoru?” and all the effort that you’ve made with him came undone in a matter of seconds as he sees your face. he’s burying his broken breaths, broken face, and broken heart in his hands.

“i killed him,” he struggles to say.

you shuffle closer, rubbing his arms softly.

“i—hic— i killed — killed suguru!”

you gasp softly and stand on your knees, craddling him into your torso and massaging the back of his head. he immediately pushes his face into you, arms around you and squeezing you in place as his tears take control of him again.

there’s not much you can do. not much you can say. your own heart is in it’s own process of carving itself out. but the two of you are keeping each other anchored to this reality.

quiet hushes, gentle swaying, moving the both of you off the floor and on to the stripped bed where you’re both reluctantly pushed into the sleep realm.

you can only hope your friends aren’t the newest addition to your hauntings. not tonight. let tonight be blank. enough to wake up tomorrow with your broken man holding you like you’re the last breath he’ll ever take.

gege you can hate him but don’t hate him enough to watch anyone else die please 😭

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i was literally just in the chat saying i was a crybaby and now im fully sobbing to the farley song that adam sandler sang on snl when i dont even KNOW them like that

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7 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 01:45:10 GMT

Hello! I dont know if your requests are open but I RRRRREALLLY like your divorce fic! Would you mind including childe in your next one? Maybe do a cheating fic where the trigger for y/n cheating is seeing xiao piss in the piss corner ? Tysm!! Have a good day ^^

Lily I'm gonna break ur 5'0 ass like a toothpick

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hiiii i saw ur fic and i was wondering if i could request kaeya x reader but y/n is really insecure cuz she's a little on the chubby side? and kaeya and her get into a fight abt it cuz y/n thinks she's embarrassing him and he says some hurtful things....then y/n runs into the street and gets hit by a car and when kaeya is holding her he says he's sorry and cries a lot? ive been going through a hard time and that fic would really cheer me up xoxo ur the best!!!

kaeya is a known FATPHOBE so he'd probably be HAPPY if she died. I hope you KEEP going thru a hard time and then CHOKE on a PRETZAL

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Divorce

Please do not read / interact with this unless you're in malex's genshin server. This is a joke between friends.

As you stared down at the official form, you briefly wondered if you were making a mistake. Maybe, Diluc didn't want this..? You glanced at him and saw his face, unmoving, stoic. Your heart broke again. He didn't care if you stayed or left. He didn't love you the way you needed. You signed it. You were legally divorced.

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6 MONTHS LATER

"Baby...... open pleas.e. the doooorrrrr! I need you!" Sighing, you made your way to the front door where Diluc was once again drunkenly knocking.

"What do you want, Diluc?" You could hear him slump against the door.

"Come back to me... we need a.. no you I mean you're m.." You didn't hear the rest as he mumbled but you assumed it was the same as what crap he'd been spouting the past several months. You were shocked the first time you saw him drunk, and were deeply worried. However, it just kept getting worse and now he was at your door around this time almost every night. In the past, you might have relished his attention, even like this, but you were looking for something real. You didn't want to be with someone who only looked for you when he was drunk. He never contacted you during the day, never looked for you, never even apologized. You assumed he was embarrassed or angry, but you didn't have the energy to care anymore. You'd spent so many years trying to pry open his shell that you weren't really sure he had one. That's why you'd left him. Other people in Mondstadt thought you were crazy. Leaving Master Diluc, leaving his money, his stature, just because you didn't feel loved. People scoffed, mocked you, whispered as you walked by. But even though he wasn't quiet, no-one ever mocked Diluc for drunkenly harrassing you. They murmured how callous you were, how cruel, to still be cold to him.

You flung open the door and Diluc tumbled to the floor. He was completely passed out. After dragging him to your couch and tucking him in with a blanket, you broke down and started crying over him.

"Please stop drinking Diluc... don't do this to yourself anymore..." You fell asleep holding his hand, sitting on the floor beside him. He was gone when you woke up.

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ONE YEAR LATER

"Hello y/n. It's nice to see you again." Startled, you turned around and saw your ex-husband Diluc standing behind you in the market.

"Diluc, Hi. It's good to see you!" He was standing so far away from you, you had to raise your voice a bit. He stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding his head and starting to walk away.

"Diluc." He stopped immediately at your voice and turned back to you.

"I just wanted to say... I heard that you stopped drinking. I'm really proud of you." He stared at you so intensely that you wondered if you had said something weird.

"Thank you. I... didn't want to worry anyone anymore." He looked at you with that strange look on his face again, but turned away again and briskly walked off. 'He was asleep that night, wasn't he? Did he hear me crying for him? He never says anything. I'm not a mind reader!' Irritated, you threw some more vegetables in your basket and tried to forget the encounter. Behind you, Diluc turned back and watched you for a few minutes more.

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5 YEARS LATER

"Diluc, hi!" Diluc, your ex-husband, turned as you stood in the doorway of the Cat's Tail. You were surprised to see him in any bar, let alone a different one from his own.

"What, um, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for a meeting about distribution, and you?" You paused to answer, but before you could your fiancee Arthur walked up.

"Oh, Master Diluc, it's very nice to meet you!" You watched Diluc's face completely slacken and he stared blankly.

"Ah, Diluc, um, this is my fiancee, Arthur." There was a long pause before Diluc gave a short nod, and quietly walked out of the bar. You sighed heavily and massaged your temple.

"Sorry, Arthur, I didn't think he'd ever be in here."

"It's ok, my love, he would have found out eventually." You nodded listlessly, before stroking your stomach. You thought again, about Diluc, the enigmatic hero of Mondstadt, someone you used to love deeply and knew better than anyone. But still not enough. You allowed yourself to wonder what a baby between you and Diluc would've looked like. Perhaps it would've had his brilliant red hair. A pang in your heart forces you to stop the train of thought, and putting a smile on your face, you head to the nearest table with Arthur.

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10 YEARS LATER

"Y/n. Nice to see you." You turn and face Diluc. You noted the light greys beginning to form at his temples and think of your own grey streaks.

"Diluc, it's been some time! How are you doing?" The two of you chatted aimlessly for a few minutes. He was still the same man you met and fell in love with all those years ago, you thought. And the same man you divorced.

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truecrossacademystdnt · 3 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fic (Itadori x OC)

Fic can also be found here

I’m gonna post the first chapter here but please check it out! I’m posting chapter two tonight and will be posting every Tuesday and Thursady! (Maybe more frequently who knows

It was raining when Izumi fell in love with Itadori Yuji. It was sunny when he broke her heart.

Even the weather the day Yuji broke her heart had a way of imparting cruel humor into Izumi’s life. Down to the atom, Izumi felt disjointed and out of place. This was in a way that could only be thought of as funny. Like a toy with a manufacturing error. Slightly off. So, it was a common occurrence for Izumi to cry at school. Her classmates didn’t call her a crybaby, though. This was. because her crying was laced with off-keyed laughter. Izumi crouched to the ground and let her arms try to keep her safe. The other girls in her class took her umbrella and called her crazy. They were children, sure, but evil all the same to Izumi. This made it all the more surprising to see a tiny hand with a Pink ribbon, lowered to the floor so she could see. She lifted her head with grogginess that only comes with crying way too hard, to see a boy named Yuji from her class. His eyes were wide and his hair unruly. As her eyes met his, the boy quickly looked down and blushed.

“I found this yesterday on the playground and thought it was pretty. Don’t cry anymore, okay?”

Before she could say anything, Yuji gently placed the ribbon in her hand, got up, and ran towards the exit of the school.

“W-wait!” Izumi wanted to scream. Instead, she just looked at the ribbon until she felt her tears dry onto her skin and her breathy laughter subsided. With a sniffle, she put her hair half up and made the ribbon into a makeshift bow. After the sun went down the rain stopped, she went home.

The next day Yuji couldn’t keep his eyes off the tall brown-haired girl with the ribbon he found, and that’s where his eyes always seemed to wander for the next 6 years. She always looked so far away. Even when she cried it was like her mind was either deeply in her or another world entirely. Yuji just wanted to see her look at him. To help her. So when she looked back at him the day after he gave her the ribbon, he laughed the rest of the day.

If Izumi hadn’t met Yuji that day, her displacement with the world might have been too big to repair. Her fights with the girls who called her crazy would have ended up a lot worse than bloody noses and fistfuls of hair.

But he was there. There to put ice to her cheek and show her the type of sincere laughter that could reach her eyes. Movie marathons and festivals made her cheeks turn pink. When they kissed for the first time the streetlights helped illuminate Yuji’s face and Izumi saw how soft and kind he looked there. They were so close his breath grazed her lips. “I don’t want to scare you away.” She asked. Yuji smiled in the way he always did. In a way that said “I have it under control. Don’t cry anymore, okay?” “I won’t leave you unless you want me too. Never” Yuji promised. He leaned in until their lips touched and she could feel his smile. “Okay.” She whispered.

Yuji never called Izumi crazy. He laughed with her. He held her when she cried. He didn’t leave when she did both.

“You sure you don’t want to go the Occult Research Club meeting today?” Yuji asked, crumbs from the chips he was eating fall out in a way that made Izumi laugh. They were laying out on the couch in Izumi’s apartment, Yuji’s head on her lap as she absentmindedly played with his pink hair. Yuji learned to not expect her parents to be there because they never were. They skipped last period because why not. Izumi and Yuji never cared about grades, although Izumi somehow always scored well to Yuji’s exasperation.

“Yea I don’t want to. It’s dangerous to be messing with stuff like that. I like Iguchi and Sasaki, but just be careful.” Izumi warned. Yuji noticed the way her eyes widened with worry and made sure to lift his hand covered in chip crumbs to hold her face lovingly. Izumi slapped his hand away with a smirk.

“C’mon, when am I not careful” Yuji asked raising his eyebrows tauntingly. The two got up so Izumi could say goodbye to Yuji.

“Oh and tell your Grandpa I said hello, okay?” Izumi said before kissing Yuji

“Yea yea!…I will.” Yuji began with a joke but knew better to hide his true feelings from Izumi. She always knew.

Yuji opened the door and looked back with a grin. “Love ya!”

Izumi gave a smile she only ever gave to Yuji “I Love you, too.”

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As she waited for Yuji to get back Izumi felt true evil. The plate fell to the ground and crumbled to pieces. Izumi felt a tingle in the back of her neck and the air suddenly felt aggressive. She tried to inhale but her throat wouldn’t let her. She fell to her knees in a huff, just trying to figure out how to breathe when she heard the door open. Izumi felt for sure at that moment she would die. She knew it. Something had come for her and all she could do was look at the plate she was going to use for leftovers. The air rippled and swirled around her and the room seemed to tilt until she heard a soft voice beside her. When did it get there?

“Izumi it’s okay. I’m here.” She felt the tears drop onto her jeans but didn’t turn to the voice like she usually does. She kept her eyes to the floor. Because the danger was right where Yuji’s voice was coming from. Her brain cleared for a moment.

“Yuji?”

“Yes, Yes it’s me.��

“Prove it”

She heard a sigh. But even if she didn't feel this negative energy coming from him, his voice was strained.

“You’re wearing a blue bra today. Oh, and also, Grandpa died today.” Izumi looked up in shock. She could see it was Yuji, physically. And even if it wasn’t him, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around the boy that was now on his knees next to her, forcing a smile. She pushed her fear to the side and forced herself to swallow the air that was still constricting her.

“It’s really fine. Grandpa wouldn’t want me moping around.” Yuji mumbled, but his words came out rushed. Izumi responded with a shake of her head and rubbed his back rhythmically. She didn’t say anything. She wasn’t good with words like he was, so she patiently waited. She rubbing his back, even when she heard his desperate sobs in her ear and he held her tighter. They sat on the floor with pieces of her broken plate like flower petals around them. Yuji hadn’t experienced death before, so maybe that explained why she felt such strong negative energy from him. Izumi wasn’t sure but all she knew was she would wait until he was read and then they’d talk about it. She didn’t like talking about feelings a lot. But Yuji always talked her through her feelings. Every time she lashed out or broke down he waited. So she’d wait, too.

“I’m here for you. Always” She assured him. For some reason that made him tense up more. “I know.”

Izumi woke up alone. The sun peeked through the blinders and Yuji’s side of the bed was unnaturally cold. She got up slowly. Immediately she felt her head fill up with pain. Whatever she sensed yesterday overwhelmed her. And now she was left with a searing migraine and no boyfriend to wake up to. Maybe he went to get some breakfast for us, she thought. She looked over to her bedside table to find a note with Yuji’s awful handwriting. Izumi was confused. In their years of being together, he had never written her a love letter. He preferred flowers or dates or soft kisses. As she opened it up she realized he still hadn’t written her a love letter.

It was a goodbye letter.

Izumi,

I wish I could have told you in person. I walked in ready last night but the moment I saw you I fell apart. You would have seen right through me anyway. I can’t explain much but I have to go. I am going to Tokyo and I won’t be coming back, Izumi. You were the best thing to happen to me, but I can’t be with you anymore. Do not try to find me. I do not want to see you. I will not let you see me. You will be fine on your own. You are strong enough and you are kind enough. Even if you don’t think you are, I know the truth.

Best, Yuji

And with that, He broke her heart. Her world shifted like tectonic plates in her. Like the Pink ribbon that held her mind had come undone and Izumi was left to learn how to navigate it on her own. She stifled a laugh and let herself cry for a moment too long.

Izumi walked home after buying convenience store fast food for the week. She only had to cook for one, so might as well not cook. The streetlights lit her up and it felt against her will. They were too bright and only seemed to illuminate people’s wicked smiles and shifting eyes. She practiced breathing. Five seconds in. Five seconds out. She didn’t feel strong like Yuji said, she was just surviving, and hardly. Izumi looked up.

The lights were flickering more and the people were thinning out. Leaving what seemed like only her.

“Hey beautiful, where you heading?” Izumi tensed. She shut her eyes tightly for just a second. A second to check with herself if it was real. When she opened her eyes she was met with a whistle and a man crossing the street towards her. Izumi stopped. She could run. She could survive. But instead, She felt her fists tighten. She could feel her mind settle in her body. One thing was always certain to make her feel alive, even if she died in the process.

The man sauntered closer, clearly drunk. His smile filled with saliva and malice. He was now almost at arms reach “Not running away? Aw, I like my women scared.”

Izumi dropped her bag and spit right between his eyes. “Fuck you.” She growled.

She watched him wipe his face in anger and looked at her in surprise. “Oh, you’re dead. Crazy Bitch.” He yelled. Izumi watched his arm slowly come towards her. He was inebriated and slow. She watched the air around his arm move, slowing him down. She leans back, his fist only grazing her cheek. She returns his fist in kind by shoving him to the ground. She was ready to kick, to hit. But he grabbed her leg and in a flash, she fell. Her head hit the pavement and the world rang in what she thought was C minor. She felt a knee to her stomach and her head raised by her hair.

“You really are insane”

Her head hit the pavement again and she swore the streetlight above stopped flickering.

She closed her eyes once more. It was too damn bright.

She felt her head lifted once more. Maybe she’ll die if she bashes her head just one more time. Maybe if she’s lucky.

Instead, her head was gently placed back on the pavement. There was a splat. Then silence.

Izumi breathed out. She breathed out and out. She tried to open her eyes but could feel her face slowly swelling. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She wanted to sleep. Then wake up with Yuji next to her. He’d smile because he was always smiling. He would get up before her so when she did finally get out of bed, he’d have a cup of coffee waiting for her.

“Wow. Not what I expected Yuji’s girlfriend to be like.” A voice above her stated.

“Yuji? You know Yuji?” Izumi opened her eyes slowly. Towering above her was a tall man with white hair and a black blindfold covering his eyes. At least she thought. Her vision was getting blurrier and she really wanted to keep her eyes closed.

“Yea he was a good kid. He wouldn’t have wanted me leaving you here injured. I’ll get you healed up and then we’ll talk.” She felt herself being lifted.

“Don’t forget my food” Izumi thought she mumbled. Before she let herself sleep, she tried not to focus on how the man talked about Yuji in the past tense.

#jujustu kaisen #itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen yuji #saturo gojo #jjk itadori #jjk

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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hi hi ji! hope you're doing ok 💞

for some pain, can I request scarlett witch reader reacting to gojo being sealed and the whole shibuya incident in general :(( like how would she react to not having her father figure by her side anymore?

p.s. whether reader is a baby or a teenager I don't really mind, I'm gonna leave it up to you in this 😊

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader when gojo gets sealed

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major manga spoilers for jujutsu kaisen

hello anon!! thank you for being patient, but most of all thank you for the angst. just letting you know that writing this hurt me so bad 🫂

[ part 1┊part 2 ]

you were strictly told to remain at home as gojo was left without any choice. all of the jujutsu sorcerers were needed for this mission. you refused to let him leave, telling him the premonition you saw as a warning, but gojo still carried on and left. even though you weren't in shibuya and were miles away from where gojo and the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers were, you felt it.

gojo might not have been blood-related to you, but with the connection you two built as father and daughter, a heavy pressure fell over you as you saw him get sealed away, worse—it was the ghost. the same ghost that was supposed to be your uncle who watched over you and gojo at home, and that wasn't just what happened. everyone was fighting. curses were everywhere and people's lives were at stake, especially your uncle nanami.

the weighty and choking feeling of it all made you weak and sick to your stomach. you dropped the plushie you were hugging. your knees buckled to the floor as tears rolled down your face. this wasn't supposed to happen. in fact, none of it was. you warned gojo of getting sealed, and that should have at least changed the future, right?

with your emotions amplifying your powers, it made you oversee the entirety of shibuya. it was over. your dad is no longer here. everyone was going to get hurt, and worse, die. strung with anxiety, you sobbed. so, this is why gojo was so insistent on you staying home no matter what happens and why none of your babysitters were available.

for the first time, you felt alone and helpless, quite ironic for someone who was gifted with a blessing greater than cursed energy, but at the end of the day, you were just a child. what could you possibly do?

"little one?"

you were startled when you felt a cold weight on your shoulder. turning around, your eyes flickered into a menacing, glowing red color. your eyes burned with betrayal and anguish. it was the ghost. it was geto suguru.

"how could you do that to daddy? to everyone?" you outraged, now standing up.

"[name], i—let me explain—you watched the ghost raised his hands in the air in a defensive manner as your red psionics began to engulf the atmosphere.

"i want my daddy back. i want everyone back." you cried out, sniffling. "bring him back!"

"little one, that isn't me. it wasn't me." geto calmly argued, waving his raised hands. "please, you have to understand. that imposter took over my body."

"what?" you uttered with evident confusion, your little tantrum slowly coming to an end. "but.. but i saw you."

"your powers—i'll prove it you." you watched the ghost hold out his hand towards you with a sad yet determined look across his eyes.

swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes shut before grabbing his hand, and that's when your thought-reading powers had activated. you saw how geto suguru used to be best friends with gojo, and how he was actually there when you were still months old, to how he had lost his will and ended up becoming a criminal, and finally, how he had to die, but then his body was stolen.

"he lied to you, little one. i'm sorry." geto muttered in audible tone.

you blinked back the fresh hot tears that were filling the brim of your red glowing eyes. "so, you're the real uncle geto?"

"yes, i'm your uncle geto. your real uncle geto." he nodded his head, managing a smile.

although the revelation lifted some of the heavy weight on your shoulder, it still didn't help the fact that chaos was occuring in shibuya, as well as the fact that everyone's lives were at stake with your daddy sealed by an imposter who had geto's face.

"but daddy.." you broke down once again at the thought of gojo.

"shh, it's okay, little one." geto knelt down to your height, encasing you in his cold, ghostly arms.

you cried out to him, "i don't want to be alone."

"you're not alone, [name]. hey, now. i'm right here. i'm still here. your uncle geto's here." geto said in reassurance, brushing away the loose strands of hair that had fallen on your face.

"please don't leave me." you muffled your face to his chest, clinging onto geto's ghost as if your life depended on him.

"i'm not going to leave you, little one. i promise. we're going to save your daddy. we'll save everyone." geto rubbed shapes on your back to soothe your crying.

"but how?" you asked, sniffling.

geto gently pulled you away from him and held both of your hands in his much larger hands.

"you're gonna have to get rid of the imposter taking over my body."

(this is part one! i received a similar request that i will use as the part two of this mini shibuya arc series of scarlet bb fushiguro)

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