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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months

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Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy part l

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Geto x fem!reder (18+)

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Warnings: big ass tw for anyone who isn't into dark reader, smut in Geto's part (you will be warned in the fic), reader going absolutely crazy, cheating, language, violence, Gojo is a bit of a jerk in this, couldn't bring myself to proofread so excuse spelling mistakes

Notes: I know you guys wanted this in one part but honestly, I've been so depressed these last weeks that I simply wasn't able to write that much. I thought one part is better than nothing though and I hope I'll be able to post part ll within the next days 🤍 If you don't mind, let me know what you think, your support means so much!

“(y/n), are you alright?”

“There’s absolutely no reason to go this hard on her, jerk.”

You stare into the blue sky above, hating yourself for the way your eyes start to sting in tears, for how weak you are. No, not again. Don’t cry in front of all of them because of something so minor. But no, this isn’t something minor.

He beat you again.

“If you want to get better than rank 4, you have to try harder, babe”, your boyfriend jeers at you.

How many times did he say that already? You lost count a long time ago. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive, given the fact that Gojo Satoru seems to lose his patience with you more and more.

No wonder. After all, you are his girlfriend. How is it even possible for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this time to have a girl of rank 4? You’ve been stuck with your poor abilities since joining jujutsu high, only able to sneak into training because your parents are friends of the Gojo clan.

It shouldn’t surprise you. Your life has always been like this: useless and puny. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you train, you’ll never be as good as Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You are nothing more than their shadow, doomed to watch them from the side-lines.

“Hey, are you alright, (y/n)? That looked pretty rough”, Suguru interferes gently while helping you to get up on your wobbly legs.

“You can at least say sorry, y’know? There was absolutely no reason to beat her this hard when she’s already down”, Shoko barks towards your boyfriend.

“Oh don’t worry babe, there isn’t enough space for two legends in this relationship anyway”, Satoru jokes while wrapping his arm around your clearly bruised shoulder tightly.

Even though all you want to do is cry and hide, you force a smile onto your lips. Yes, this is what you always do. Staying by his side, looking pretty and innocent while smiling kindly. Maybe this is your purpose in life, maybe this is everything you could ask for. Many girls are getting blue over the fact that Satoru is your boyfriend. You aren’t in the position to ask for more power, for the strength to stand up for yourself. So many people would kill for a life like yours.

You should be thankful.

Right?

…Right?

-the mission-

“I’m here to save you again, (y/n)! Hey, are you cryin’?”

You hate the way hot tears stream down your face, body too weak to fight against the debris that buried you.

“If I was crying, would you console me? I’d definitely like that”, you hear Mei Mei purr from the other side

“Oh you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

“Hey, how dare you to talk about (y/n) like that!?”, Utahime cries out.

Your mind goes blank, body sinking into the dirt.

“Oh, you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

Those words. Those oh so cruel words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. He surely didn’t mean it like that, didn’t wanted to hurt you. After all, Satoru just wants to look out for you, he’s always there to help you out. His words shouldn’t hit you with full force, you shouldn’t feel this burning inside your chest, your hands shouldn’t start trembling.

You let out the shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, eyes staring into distance. But they do and force a stinging feeling up from deep within along with one single thought.

You have enough.

Enough of smiling kindly all the time. Enough of letting others push you around and pick on you. Enough of even Satoru making fun of you. Enough of being nothing but his innocent girlfriend to the world. Enough of all the fighting, all the hiding.

For the first time in forever, you don’t force a smile onto your lips but furrow your eyebrows instead. You are…more than that.

“Don’t listen to that guy…”, you hear Utahime mumble next to you while she frees your body.

As if in trance, you follow her back up, the new feeling you just discovered tickling underneath your skin.

“She knows I didn’t mean it like that. Right baby?”

But instead of hearing the usual low “yes” coming from your lips immediately, you just stand there and stare at him before turning on your heels and leaving.

Satoru’s eyes widen. You. Leaving him standing in the rain?

“Did you hear me say something to you, babe?”, he shouts after you.

You don’t even hear him anymore, blood rushing through your ears. No more excuses, no more playing the victim, the lover. Your hands are still clenched into tight fist while you leave without turning your head.

That’s enough.

“I’m…more than that”, you mumble to yourself while staring at your naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.

You just need to work even harder, train yourself even better, change your mindset. No, you aren’t only Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend. You are powerful as well, you can feel it tickling in your fingertips.

So you worked your ass off in silence. Trained when nobody was watching, read countless books, started to introduce you to yourself.

“Beat you again!”, Satoru announces proudly while you let him throw your body into the air.

But something inside you stops you from letting all that progress show on the surface. You force the usual small smile onto your lips, let your boyfriend treat you like the dirt underneath his shoes. Over and over, without anybody noticing that something has changed.

No, you aren’t the little (y/n) they all know anymore. You are so much better than that, so much stronger than what they see in you.

Your fingers dig into the sides of the sink until it bursts under your lilac touch. Fuck this whole jujutsu high, fuck the way they all smile down at you. Fuck the way Satoru sees you as nothing but his personal toy. A maniac grin creeps up your face, violent laughter shaking your body in the middle of the night while you stare into your own stone-cold eyes.

This ends right here and now. And you will show them when the time is right.

-next week-

Will surprise Suguru this evening for his birthday. Try not to get killed while I’m gone. Love ya <3

You huff to yourself, the arrogance dripping from your boyfriend’s text message almost unleash your powers in the middle of your dorm.

No, you need to get a hold of yourself at least a little longer. After all, a few more hours won’t hurt over the fact that you went through this for over 4 years by now.

But today, you will make Satoru Gojo pay for the countless times he made fun of you. Today, you will wipe that cheeky grin off his face. Oh, how much you long for the moment when reality hits him with full force, when he finds out what your capable of.

How will he react when he finds out that you, a grade 4 sorcerer, are able to use hollow purple before he does? How will he react when he finds out his girlfriend fucked his best friend before disappearing into thin air and becoming his worst enemy? You worked on this plan for so long, replayed it over and over in your head. But now it’s time. Today, you will make the whole jujutsu world pay for all the things they did to you.

With a satisfied grin, you pull the exquisite pair of stockings you just bought for this exact moment up your legs, looking at yourself in the mirror. Oh, those black dessous definitely suit you well. Perfect for seducing the best friend of your boyfriend.

You put a simple dress on and get going. Well, is it necessary to fuck with Suguru? Absolutely not. You could just disappear right here and now and continue your plan. But where would be the fun of it? Just the thought of seeing that look of horror on Satoru’s eyes when he realizes you aren’t the girl he knows anymore, him not only losing his girlfriend, but his best friend as well. He deserves a little pain for all the things he said to you, for the countless times he made you feel worthless.

Exactly 30 minutes left until Satoru will arrive at Suguru’s doorstep as well. 30 minutes to seduce your boyfriend’s best friend, 30 minutes that will change your life forever. Are you ready to let go of the sweet and innocent girl you were, the easy life you had in the eyes of others as Satoru’s girlfriend without any power?

“Hell yes”, you mumble to yourself, heart almost beating out of your chest while you knock against his door.

Geto was always a true sweetheart, the one who always stood up for you even against Satoru. His oh so charming smile, his inviting hands, his character made of pure gold. He really doesn’t deserve what comes next.

But power demands sacrifice and pain. Maybe he’ll understand.

As soon as he opens the door, you crumble in front of him and cry. Crocodile tears stream down your face in rivers, shaky hands covering your face.

“(y/n), what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Come on, get in!”

His hand is placed on your back and pushes you softy into the middle of the room. Instead of saying another word, he simply wraps his inviting arms around you.

“Satoru…”, you mumble.

You can clearly see the way his jaw tenses. It’s nothing new to Suguru to see you cry because of his best friend. Geto told him over and over to treat you better, to not be so rough, to look after you in a caring way. And even though he always admired how well you kept your composure, moments like this one happened once in a while.

Nothing noticeable, right?

You burry your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Oh, you never noticed how tight his muscles are, how trained he is underneath that wide uniform.

Time to take it off.

“I can’t take it anymore, Suguru”, you cry it.

Well, at least this isn’t a lie. Before he’s able to stop you, you press your lips against his. Suguru feels so different, tastes sweeter than Satoru with a hint of mint. Your hands cramp around his neck, force him to stay in place while he looks at you with his eyes widen.

“(y/n)…Please stop”, he breathes out.

Stopping? Why does he press his body against yours, then? Why do his lips start to move against yours in sync, his eyes slowly but surely fluttering shut? Suguru always held a special place for you in his heart.

And you’ll use this spark of weakness against him.

“I can’t”, you mutter against his lips while pushing him towards his bed.

He grabs your hips when you force him to sit down on his bed, dark eyes gazing up at you like in trance.

“We can’t…(y/n), this is wrong in so many ways, Satoru is my best friend-“

“I am your friend too”, you interrupt him, hand gliding up and down his chest.

“I heard it when you said that Satoru doesn’t deserve me.”

He lets out his breath, whole body tensed up like stone underneath your merciless touch. You let yourself glide onto his lap, let yourself fall onto his already rock-hard erection. No, there’s absolutely no doubt in the fact that Suguru wants you.

And that your plan will work.

“I always wanted you more. You were always so good to me, Suguru. Now let me be good to you”, you hush oh so innocent.

His eyes roll into his skull, a pained expression painted on his face while he fights for what seems like dear life underneath your merciless touch. Your words do things to him he’d never dare to speak out. Damn, Satoru is his best friend, you’ve been his girlfriend for over 4 years and right now, you’re sitting on his lap. Right now, he can’t help but imagine you underneath him while groaning his name into his ear with your sweet voice.

“Fuck”, he hisses through gritted teeth, arms pushing you harder against his pants.

Your hips start to move on their own, sensitive spot rubbing over and over against him until your wetness covers his clothes delicately, a low groan escaping his lips before he can stop himself.

Enough of that. Without thinking twice, you unzip his pants and push them down his muscular legs, heat radiating through your whole body. This is absolutely hot, so exciting that you almost come from the sheer thought of fucking Suguru. But what excites you even more is that Satoru might walk through this door every given minute in order to surprise his best friend…

“Suguru”, you moan into the thick air as soon as his fingertips brush over your clit.

“(y/n)”, he growls against your ear, head hidden against your neck.

“(y/n)…”

Your heart skips a beat, fingers digging deeper into Suguru’s skin. Yes, this is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for, the moment you’ve begged for. As if in slow motion, you turn your head around.

There he stands, bright blue orbs widen in horror while he stares at you and Suguru.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you lie, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Elegantly, you get up from Suguru’s lap and put your panties up.

“(y/n)…you….you fucked my best friend”, the white-haired boy breathes out.

“I need to make an announcement.”

His numb eyes dart towards you. You, the girl he loved for over four years. You, the cute and innocent (y/n) he was always proud of, the girlfriend literally any guy could ask for. You…you aren’t capable of something like that. You can’t even stand up for yourself and now…Now you’re fucking his best friend?

“See this as my first act of revenge for all those years you pushed me around like the dirt underneath your shoes, Gojo.”

The way you spit his last name at him almost sweeps him off his feet.

“What the hell are you talking about? I was always good to you and you…you just fucked my best friend”, he shouts, the numb undertone in his eyes changing into pure rage.

“Good to me? You treated me like a hamster, like your weak little pet. But let me tell you, I’m not that weak girl you taught me to be anymore.”

Roughly, you grab his wrist, light the whole room purple.

“(y/n)…”, you hear Suguru breathe out behind you.

“This can’t be true.”

Satoru’s free hand yanks towards your body, aims for control all over again. It has always been like this. Gojo, who thinks the world belongs exclusively to him. Gojo, who thinks he can treat you like a price. Gojo, who thinks you can’t live without him.

“Don’t you dare to touch me ever again”, you purr at him, escaping his grasp with ease while pushing him so hard that he stumbles backwards.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore. From now on, you are my enemy. And I’ll never let you forget about that, Gojo Satoru.”

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noroi1000 · 11 months

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I had this idea of a Geto x reader. So in the jjk movie Geto has subordinate or slaves who worship him so what if the reader was one of those subordinates and knew the dark truth about Geto and all she wants is to runaway from him. Geto on the other hand likes y/n and she’s his favorite slave, treats her like his pet who he takes care of, and since he’s almost with her all the time, she barely has the chance to escape. He doesn’t know that she wants to escape because he thought that since he gave her everything she didn’t felt the need to leave. Until one day she did escape and he becomes crazy trying to look for her but she was gone. Let’s say about a year later the reader is living faraway in the country side and everything was peaceful until one day, he was suddenly inside her house and killed her current boyfriend, he takes her back to his temple where he locks her up away in his room, the ending can be however you want.

Puppy

Alleged NSFW,murders, kidnaping, yandere

Yandere Master Geto x servant/slave reader

Summary: You are his pet. You are his favorite servant. Do you think you could ever live another life without him? He's the one who saved your life. That's why you're his. His beloved pet. His puppy. Out of all of them, he only wants you. His sweet, beautiful and perfect puppy.

Words: 5.7k

"Well-behaved puppies are rewarded. And you're such a cute puppy that I can't be mad at you." You heard him say as you knelt on the floor in front of him. Your head is slightly tilted. Down.

There was a broken vase in front of you.

You broke it.

And you had to do it while he was around...

Why does everything that's bad happen to you?

Why did you have to break it, not someone else?

Oh, you already know why...

You are his pet...

And the people you live with here can tell right away that being his pet is the worst thing you could stay in this place.

Still, it wasn't that bad.

But that didn't encourage you to stay with him here. You don't want to be here. You don't want to live as his servant. You don't want to be his "puppy". Even if he doesn't treat you like a slave. Even if you are always welcome here. You can do much more than others can. You get gifts from him...

You are still a pet for him that he wants to care for...

Little puppies blindly follow people who care for them. It was the same with you. He's so good to you...

However, there is something that scares you about this man.

He hates people...

He hates people who aren't "sorcerers", whatever those people are...

He is a murderer...

He doesn't care what others feel. He only cares about his family. Which was a nice plus in your opinion because you've seen them together many times. Happy.

They were family. And you were his pet.

The pet he feeds, dresses, strokes. He is playing.

And he also trains his pet to have you cute, but also to listen to him. And that you will always be with him.

Because you are his favorite. And he would never give you up, because from all the time you've been here, you're his.

You have a place of honor next to him.

You spend time with him. When he sits, you sit next to him.

On his knee, next to his leg, snuggling against his thigh. Or you sit next to him, letting him do what he wants, and he will only touch you when he wants to.

He has trained his puppy to follow him. Who follows his orders.

But because of who he is... You want to run away...

You don't want to live here...

You don't want to know that you are pleasing a man who kills without hesitation. He's the darkest person you've ever known.

Even though he cares about you and you have everything here as long as you listen to him. Even though you don't have a life outside of him, because since he brought you here, you've lost everything.

Even though this is your home now.

You don't want to help a man who killed someone right in front of you.

The vase that fell on the floor collapsed because you caught the sleeve of your clothes on the cupboard as you ran to the front door.

You wear a kimono or a yukata here, according to "Geto-sama" order...

While others wear plain white, yours have light colors or patterns.

Which clearly shows the difference in how he treats you. You are his favourite.

But what you have to do here has become your lost this time. When your sleeve with pink ornaments. He touched the vase. Causing the glass to fall to the ground.

When you heard footsteps, you immediately got scared and knelt down to pick up the glass.

Then he appeared...

Your Master.

A man who gives you everything even though you don't want it.

"What happened here?" he asked looking at the mess.

"Geto-sama..." You widened your eyes slightly.

When he realizes you're too close to the exit door without his order, he'll get pissed.

When he realizes that you want to run away, he will kill you right away...

"...S-Sorry... So sorry..." you bowed harder.

You're just his servant...

You have to apologize for everything you've done. You will take the blame for everything that happens.

He has more patience with you. He treats you leniently because you are his favourite.

He won't punish you like he would others...

Whatever happens, you will take it upon yourself so that none of the people you work with here die.

You are his favorite, and he does what he wants with you. But you don't want the people you befriended to suffer.

You will take whatever he tells you to do.

Even if at some point you have to please him...

It won't be that bad because he's not disgusting.

"Look at me." He said and you obeyed and lifted your head to look at him. "Do I look like I'm expecting an apology? I'm not angry about what happened."

He straightened up, but you were still kneeling.

"Good puppies are rewarded. And you're such a cute puppy that I can't be mad at you."

Your head is slightly tilted. Down.

His hand was suddenly on your head, and he stroked your hair.

"Come on, get up. You'll hurt yourself. Others will clean it up." he called out.

You got up slowly, keeping your hands together in front of your body.

"I am your slave, Geto-sama. I can clean it up..."

"A slave? Haha... You're not a slave. You are my favorite pet. You do everything I tell you. Besides, I wanted a bath. You can leave it and go on to more important things. I don't want your hands hurt."

Pet... Exactly...

You're just a pet... You always wanted it to be something else... He was always so nice to you... And then you found out you're just a pet... It was like a punch to you...

However, what else could you expect?

You're just his servant...

You have no life outside of this place... You've been here for over a year...

And you are his chief servant. You're the only one who serves him in his private affairs.

You give him his things, you prepare his bath, you take care of his clothes. Everything related to him.

You bring him food and anything he asks for.

You have a lot of work having to be with him all the time. But that doesn't bother you. As long as you manage to protect a few friends who work with you here...

You don't want to leave them here, but their service ends here.

They are here as his servants because they had no money to pay him to perform the exorcism.

They worked out what they owed him.

But life is priceless...

That's why you'll be here for the rest of your life if you don't run away...

You will be with him as long as you live. Or you can escape.

When you first met him, he was different...

Or so you thought.

You were attacked by what he calls a curse.

As he saw the blood running down your head, he stared at the monster above you.

You were moaning for help. And he was looking at the monster.

Fascinated by the power of the curse that was upon you.

You could have died that day.

Then you were thankful you didn't lose your life.

Now you sometimes wish you had died at that moment.

You won't forget his words for the rest of your life when suddenly the pain that was attacking your body disappeared.

"I will save you for giving me that curse. However, you still owe me something. Because life is supposedly more valuable than anything. Priceless."

The next day you woke up in a clean bed. In a place you didn't know.

Where you were surrounded by people whom you see for the first time.

And they told you the whole truth.

You became his servant... And you were to be that for the rest of your life.

The place you didn't know was supposed to be the only place you'd know...

Because this is your place now. Your home. Your job.

Even if you never get paid for it.

You got life. He saved you for serving him.

A slave for life for saving your life.

You bowed to him every morning. You brought him food.

And he was smiling.

Your back was slightly bent as he walked past you. You bowed slightly to him with a small smile. To give him respect.

The fact that you'd be working for him here wasn't so bad. You had very good conditions here.

He gave you smiles.

Because he thought you were cute. That if he had to pick a favorite, he'd choose you without hesitation. Even if there were people who have been here a little longer than you.

You were called more often to go to him. That's why you noticed that he treats you a little differently than other people in this temple. You had your room. You got little gifts from Him, He wasn't angry with you. He was smiling at you.

That's why when you went to bring him a meal with a smile, other people looked at you strangely.

"How can you like this monster?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why are you smiling when you go to him?"

"We are his servants, if we could, we would be long gone."

"I hate living here. Especially with this cruel man."

There was only one answer to all these things...

"Without him, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be in the world at all."

"He is nice to me. I don't understand why you think that about him. He's not cruel. He didn't do anything to me. He is nice. He even gave me a present."

You've already become his favourite...

Favorite servant.

You were so sweet.

And others didn't want to take that smile away from you, and live in this deceptive picture that it shows you for now.

As long as you could smile genuinely here, they didn't want to give you the truth.

You were such a sweet puppy to him.

A puppy who will follow his master, even if his master is about to kick it back into the fire.

However, you were his favourite, so he will guide you, but at some point he won't get rid of you.

You blindly followed what he was now showing you without revealing one very important thing.

He hated people...

He liked you very much. Just like when you started dating him.

Perhaps you were the most important person to Him.

Someone he can care about without thinking about whether you deserve it.

Because you were such a cute pet to him.

He held on, and you were tamed. You were not a wild animal. You were his puppy.

An accustomed puppy is gentle.

And you were.

Until you saw the blood flowing on the clean wooden floor.

Blood belonging to a woman who decided she'd been here long enough, and now she was leaving. Or he has to pay her to clean this temple every day.

You only heard words like "greedy monkey" and "worthless" when you were around.

But you understood what it was about.

You were standing there with clean towels

But you felt you couldn't go in there now. You felt so dark and cold from this room.

When you saw blood pouring from behind the wall, creating red streaks on the floor, you stepped back.

You heard terrified screams.

Until you finally decided to see what was going on there.

Curiosity has taken over you.

You saw your master hold the neck of one of the women. Older woman. And the body of another lay bloody on the floor. Bent, and you saw her legs being eaten by some monster...

The disgusting smell of blood made you sick.

"Is a year of your life really that much? If you don't want me to get rid of you too, don't say anything more. Unless you want to die and never come back to your family. You only have one year of work left. So don't annoy me."

You watched the long-haired man in his navy blue outfit as he let go of the woman and turned sideways.

"Clean it up." He said firmly as his curse continued eating that meal.

He then turned his head to the side and looked at you.

It clearly showed that he saw your presence.

If he...

Will he kill you now too?

You stepped back with horror written all over your face.

The towels fell to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hands as you stepped back to lean your back against the opposite wall.

You hyperventilated.

You didn't want it in your mind. You wished this never happened!

However, as your slight dizziness subsided, you saw someone in front of you. It wasn't an empty corridor.

It was your master...

"Will you prepare me a bath?" You heard his soft voice in your ears.

Whenever he spoke to you, his voice was so gentle... You couldn't tell he was mad at you.

Your jaw was trembling.

Tears flowed from your eyes. Your hands next to your face were trembling too. And you couldn't stop the trembling.

You felt some pressure on your wrists, then your hands were pulled away from your face

His hand held your wrists.

His fingers on the other hand lifted your chin to look at him.

Your eyes widened even more as she saw his cheek with a bloodstain on it. It wasn't his blood... It was definitely not his blood...

"Let's go." He said looking into your terrified eyes.

"G-Geto-sama..." You groaned with a broken voice. More tears flowed from your eyes.

he sighed.

"I hate monkeys..." Saying this, he tugged on your wrists and started walking.

Pulling you after him as he walked towards his bathroom, where with your body trembling from crying and fear, you prepared him a bath, then quickly left leaving him there alone.

When you got into your bathroom, he vomited. To feel that awful feeling in your esophagus all night long. That you're about to throw up, even if you don't.

You sat in the corner of your room, choosing a spot where he wouldn't see you right away when he opened the door.

What if he kills you now?

You don't want to be here anymore...

Your heart raced as the door was opened in the middle of the night.

Your eyes hurt from crying and being tired. But you didn't want to sleep. Not in this place.

Not until you have the assurance that you won't die any minute.

"(y/n)? (y/n)? Where are you?"

It wasn't his voice.

A woman came through the door, but you weren't there. Can make any sound...

And when he saw you, she wanted to cry when she saw your condition.

But she didn't come there to see how you were doing.

She came to tell you that Geto wants you to come to his bedroom.

You dragged your feet on the floor as you walked with the woman in that direction.

Your body felt so heavy.

Alby would be giving you signals not to go there.

These were supposed to be the last moments of your life, weren't they?

You did something wrong... You know it...

Did you offend him in some way?

He killed the person who was supposed to pay him a debt by working for him for a year.

And you have no other life. You stay here for the rest of your life...

And your end of life is imminent, isn't it?

A soft knock on his room door.

You wanted to say something to the woman next to you, but your throat hurt from sobbing.

You heard his words allowing you to enter.

You followed her inside and bowed without saying a word.

"Go out." he said to the woman next to you.

She left without a word.

"(y/n), look at me." he ordered.

Your body forced itself to look at him.

Your tired eyes met his purple ones.

He even knows your name?

You were surprised that he remembers your name... After all, you're just a worthless monkey for him. He could easily replace you with another slave...

However, this was something else.

"When I passed your room a while ago, I heard you crying. I knew you weren't sleeping." He said resting his elbow on his leg as he sat on the edge of his bed. This yukata loosely on his body.

You have your own room because you were supposed to live here forever. But now you wish you had it. Because it's on the way to his room. And he can hear you through thin walls.

Maybe it would really be better to die that day...?

"You're tired. Right?"

You didn't say anything because you didn't know what to say to him.

If he called you to kill you, he'll do it no matter what you say.

You were afraid of him. Where is this nice and gentle man?

Suddenly he got up.

"Come to me, okay?" He extended his hand towards you.

He could come to you himself, but he'd rather you do it. Because it will then clearly show him that you are still reacting to your surroundings.

People may stop perceiving their surroundings, or they may lose their mind after seeing death.

He didn't want you to be an emotionless bag.

Then you wouldn't be his favorite anymore.

He smiled slightly as he saw your feet slowly move to approach him.

Once you were in his arm's reach, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't be afraid. I could never hurt my pet." He said pulling you to his chest.

He thought people were disgusting. However, you weren't like that. You were his clean pet. That's why he didn't pay attention to it. You are HIS pet.

"My pet will always get the best stuff. As long as you're polite. And you are always polite. Cute as a puppy."

Puppy...

It was at that moment that you became a puppy to him...

A puppy that started to grow.

A puppy who had had enough of life on a tether. Even though you had everything you could want.

A puppy who started defying you to protect others.

Because even according to him, you were the strongest of all his minions. That's why you interested him. Because you were so cute and perfect for it.

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"Why did I see one of you creeping towards the exit?" he asked, standing in front of you.

He wanted to escape... You know it. He is new. He didn't want to be here.

That's why he got too close to the door. But you managed to call him back when you heard footsteps.

But he saw it anyway.

He didn't care if they were here or not.

But he didn't want to be deceived by ordinary monkeys...

That's why he couldn't let it happen.

You stood in front of him, looking at him with kind eyes.

"Geto-sama, I'm sorry, I thought the door was open. And I wanted to close it." You said standing in front of his chest.

You looked down at your feet.

I'm sure everyone was shocked that you were taking the blame.

But at the same time they knew that Geto wouldn't kill you. Because you were his favorite...

And his beloved pet.

"really?" he muttered in disbelief.

"It really was. Geto-sama. I'm sorry."

Suddenly his hand grabbed your chin and pulled your face up.

"What if you're lying?" He asked looking seriously into your eyes.

He doesn't need a fake pet...

He wants a clean, innocent and cute pet to have with him.

As he held your jaw with three fingers, two more were placed on your neck.

Your smaller hands instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

Something he never punished you for.

Just as puppies get their master's attention by tugging at the leg, you would grab his sleeve or put your hand on his.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He asked with a slight smile. "But you never lied to me."

He released your face.

"But this time I saw clearly that it wasn't you. There by the door."

You widened your eyes slightly.

"The strong protect the weak. You follow that rule, right? I'll let you go this time." he put his hand on your head and leaned down to your ear. "But show me that this mouth is capable of more than lying."

You didn't know what that sentence meant.

Were you singing to him? Were you supposed to talk to him?

But as he dragged you to his room, you saw him sit on the edge of his bed, and he pointed to the floor between his knees.

you were afraid. It is obvious.

Today he found out about your lie...

So what are you supposed to do now?

Once you were kneeling between his legs, you rested the side of your head on his thigh, the way he likes to do it.

They say you look so cute when you do that.

"I'm not someone who throws little puppies into the deep water to learn to swim. I'm someone who prefers to get used to slowly. So do everything at your own pace. I won't rush you."

You didn't know what to do, so you sat there.

Until his hand gently slid the fabric off your arm, leaving your arm and bra straps exposed.

"Are you so comfortable? The only punishment for you is that you have to do it kneeling in front of me. Like a bad girl for lying to me. But I can put a blanket under your knees or whatever."

You nodded your head to the side.

You saw his hands spreading the sides of his yukata.

"I don't want to just have a cute and so pretty pet to look at you and stroke your head. Cute pets do what their masters want, right? In this they fulfill the needs of their master." He sent you a smile. "You are a very useful and lovable pet. But I want more than what is now."

You shivered as you realized what he meant.

Show him that your mouth is capable of more than lying?

Your mouth is also capable of sinning with him.

You slowly grabbed the strap of his clothes and untied it to reveal his bare skin.

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"Thank you for saving me... He didn't do anything to you, did he?" A young boy you saved from certain death asked you.

"No. I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me. You have nothing to thank for." You replied.

I don't think any of them wanted to know what was in the mouth that uttered such soothing words for them.

"He didn't do anything to you either, did he?"

"No... Thank you, it's thanks to you."

You're used to taking the blame.

In their eyes, Geto is a monster.

So now you can easily say you're sinning with a monster.

If they knew, they would look at you with disgust...

Or with compassion?

You are his favourite. You have his trust, and you will always be with him because you will not leave.

Those who are also won't be here for long.

A year at most.

You will try to endure so much for them.

And then you will run away too.

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Your mouth is capable of talking to him.

Your mouth is capable of singing to him.

Your mouth are capable of kissing him when he wants to.

Your mouth is capable of pleasing him.

Your mouth is capable of sinning with him.

You're just a pet who feels comfortable that you've been given trust that you can use to keep people safe who may yet leave this place.

The pet he keeps on a leash someday will no longer be on his hand.

They will leave this place safely.

You will leave this place knowing that when he finds you, you will die as punishment.

One day before they were supposed to leave for their homes, you got out of his bed as he caressed your body as if enjoying the softness of a fluffy animal.

You left his room.

Not wanting to go back there again.

Covering your loose clothes with the red marks on your arms left by him.

Without turning on the light, you walked through familiar corridors to see people who believed in you standing by their rooms with small smiles.

You were ashamed that you had to leave them that day.

Out of them all, you had the best life here.

Geto never forced you to do it. Apart from staying here.

You grabbed the metal door handle outside, and pushed it open. Not wanting to look back lest you regret leaving them without your protection for one last day.

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Their clothes were torn.

Their bodies.

As the curses dragged them all brutally from their rooms.

They were thrown on the floor which he washed so thoroughly yesterday.

Everyone in turn.

"Where she is?" they heard a strong voice above their heads as curses pressed their heads to the floor to bow.

When he woke up in the morning, you weren't curled up next to him in bed.

You weren't in your room. You were nowhere.

As he passed by the rooms, he released curses one by one.

And he stopped on his landing.

"She?" one woman asked.

"Don't act dumber than people are."

"You are human. Then you're as stupid as we are. If she's not here, she won't be here!"

He snorted as he passed by.

"If you don't want to die one day before your job here is done, shut up." He snarled, the curse pressing his claws to her throat.

That old woman has always protected you. Even if she didn't have to. That's why she annoyed him the most.

He left the room and, opening the door to the outside, opened holes for his curses.

"Find her. Seek until you find her. And she'll come back here." he said, and snapped his fingers for the curses to seek.

You were tiny compared to this whole world.

And how far could you be? He didn't know it.

But he was sure of one thing.

When his curses have searched every nook and cranny, you will appear.

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A year of freedom was something you worked so hard for.

So much fear just to make it all right now.

Since he didn't show up a year later, he's not looking for you anymore, is he?

You have a new life.

Even though you can't get acquainted with that former one.

Your boyfriend is nice. You live in a village on the other side of Japan.

He will never find you.

It's such a small village that no one has heard of it.

You have a bus that you take every day 20 minutes to the city where you work.

You have a boyfriend with whom you plan a future together.

You never told him what happened to you. And you don't feel the need. It is irrelevant. It doesn't exist for you.

It doesn't exist. He doesn't force you to say what you don't want to say.

You were on the bus texting him. Just like it always was.

It was cute.

But at some point he stopped texting back.

You realized he might have gone to the restroom or something.

But suddenly you got another message.

"You're coming home."

You thought maybe he forgot to add a question mark at the end.

That's why you just texted him back.

"I am coming"

You got an answer in no time.

"I'm waiting."

You were surprised because your boyfriend never used dots in messages when he texted you.

But it was his phone.

You got off near your house and walked there.

You had a strange feeling on your back.

Maybe it's the excitement?

You've been waiting for the day you'll have a fiancé, not a boyfriend.

You want to start a family.

You didn't know you'd get this opportunity.

But not quite the way you want.

"Baby, I'm home!" You exclaimed as you put your shoes back on the shelf. "Honey?"

"You let a piece of trash like that touch you?"

You turned around quickly as you heard a familiar voice.

It can't be possible.

Maybe it's because you were thinking about him today, are you hallucinating?

"If you don't know where to go, go to me. I said I'll walk my puppy."

You turned on the light in the house, only to see the living room full of blood splatter. Floor and walls.

Your boyfriend's phone is on the floor.

You stepped back and started to vomit in the corner of the corridor when you saw your boyfriend's head hanging in the dark haired man's hand. Covered in blood. A piece of spine protrudes from the severed neck. A torn body.

The rest of his body lay under his leg. When he was standing on his back with one leg.

"We could have avoided it. I know you can't stand the sight of it." He said before throwing his head to the floor.

He looked at you with a serious face.

His hands in blood. His black clothes sticking to his body due to the stickiness of the substance.

"Someone as disgusting as him touched you... What was he better at than me? You had everything. And you ran away just to live in a house like this and make a pittance of money to live on. And someone like that. With a monkey. Did you want his bastards? I could have given you a much prettier one than his."

You backed up inch by inch.

"The longer you are not in your house, the longer they are there."

"What...?" You moaned softly.

"Your FRIENDS won't be back home as long as you don't in your home. But don't worry. Now you're finally coming home. So where do you belong."

Suddenly, you felt something large wrap around your neck tightly.

"I don't want to damage my cute pet, that's why I do it."

You held on to what's around your neck, However, you couldn't stop the tentacles pressing against your windpipe that you couldn't breathe.

Until finally your limbs gave up and you hung almost unconscious. Your face is red, blue from lack of oxygen.

You felt like you were falling for a very long time.

Your lungs may have taken in air. But you couldn't move.

Your body was held. You didn't move and your body moved.

You felt warm hands on your body as your throbbing, aching head lay on something hard and warm.

How is your life?

At least you could help someone you wanted to be free...

"Baby... (y/n), how are you feeling?" You heard a pleasant call next to your head.

It hurt when you opened your eyes.

"You just have to take care of her. No fussing. I'll be right back anyway." You heard a second voice. Male.

"Yes, Geto-sama."

Something warm appeared on your forehead.

The woman gently stroked your forehead.

"Why are you here...?" you asked quietly. "Yesterday everyone left..."

"I can't leave myself here... Why should you suffer for helping us?” she asked a little louder.

"You should have left with them. Go home."

"My family has come to terms with the fact that I will be gone. Besides, I'm working here as his maid now. I can go out. But I won't leave you here... I'll help you escape from here..." she said with tears in her eyes.

You smiled slightly.

"I'm not running away from here... I can't... Besides... It's probably too late to get rid of the connection with him. No matter what I do, he'll take me back. Even though he's a monster to you, he's not that bad. Even though he's a monster. But I was the one who sinned with that monster. It will be too late to end it now."

You stood up, sitting on the mattress, one hand covering your bare breasts and the other hand placed on your stomach.

He could give you prettier ones than his?

Was that what he meant tonight?

When she saw what your body looked like, she covered her mouth with her hand. Seeing the marks on your skin.

She uncovered you completely to help you go to the bathroom.

A wet spot oozed between your thighs.

"He-." she stopped, feeling bile rising in her throat at the thought.

"He didn't rape me. Don't worry. Not now, not during all the times before that…” You laughed. “Consider me disgusting. I'm just a pet that's with him. But believe me, he's not as mean as you think..."

"Why isn't she in the bath yet?"

You turned your head to the side to see him standing there shirtless by the bed.

"Go fill the bath with hot water." he said before walking over to you.

You stared at the quilt, covering your body with your hands.

He picked you up and slowly walked towards the bathroom where warm steam was already rising from the water.

He put you in the water as soon as it was enough.

Chasing the woman away, he undressed and stepped into the water, placing you between his legs. Laying down on his chest.

It made you feel better through the water.

"Geto-sama... When are you going to get tired of me as a pet to play with?" You asked quietly.

Maybe he'll get rid of you.

"I'm not getting rid of my favorite puppy. You are my beloved pet that I will never let go in my life. The only ordinary human I want in my life, and I don't want to lose it. That's why you will always be here with me from now on."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #yandere geto suguru #geto smut

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Mechamaru is a sad character, even though his anger at Shiki, to me, is honestly misplaced and more like self-loathing, envy, and commiseration.

It’s honestly sad what happens to Mechamaru because he did get the short end of the stick when it comes to Heavenly Restriction, didn’t he? He only wanted to have a healthy body, and in canon, he got it.

But what did it cost, really?

Because in the end, Mechamaru did in some way betray the jujutsu sorcerers. He can tell himself that he was desperate and he had the right to try and better his life when no one else cared to or was able to help him. He was in a shitty situation and tried fixing it first chance that presented it, but it doesn’t erase the fact that he betrayed his comrades. He indirectly (?)aided in the tragedy that happened by facitilating information to the curses, which HELPED Kenjaku’s plans, and he died for it. Here, he’s alive to suffer the consequences of ill-fated choices.

He wasn’t wrong to want it. He’s wrong because ultimately, his actions were an act of betrayal.

He feels remorse for his betrayal. He feels guilty. He feels angry at Shiki, because his gamble failed and here she stood as a shining bastion of a “perfect” life.

Though as seen in here, Shiki probably doesn’t give a single fuck about Mechamaru’s feelings. Only that his betrayal put the jujutsu society - and in turn, her family and friends - in jeopardy and that it went against the rules that Shiki was following ONLY because her family and friends wanted her too. Her moral and logic is pretty skewed, after all. Her first reaction to him being turned into a monster is to render him immobile VIA limbs breaking which honestly is NOT the first thing people do, but it’s admittedly in a twisted way the most optimal way to subdue transfigurated!Mechamaru.

TBH wrong is wrong. Betrayal is betrayal. Mechamaru isn’t an innocent victim who tried saving himself. How many more people would die and did die in the jujutsu world because he aided the curses? How many people died in Liyue because here the curses tried getting rid of Shiki?

Which brings me to another point: Whether it was voluntary or not, because of his betrayal which fed the curses informations and had Shiki hunting after them, Mechamaru ended up as a tool in the ambush against Shiki. Mahito tried using him as a shield, but unfortunately for him and the curses, Shiki’s reasoning is far too settled in pragmatic reasoning and logic to a certain point, after which she settled into brute force or death. She wouldn’t sacrifice herself for just Mechamaru, after all, nor be squirmish about breaking some limbs or killing some people.

Kinda shameless to be angry at the girl who you involuntarily aided in ambushing, no?

It’s just. The first time I read the short about Mechamaru (which was STILL amazing btw) I felt sorry for him.

The next few times I reread it though, I was like wait a minute, this doesn’t sound right, this guy is making Shiki to be the bad guy in interrogating him when he “just tried helping himself and he didn’t truly mean to betray the jujutsu society qwq!!!” because she has a perfect life but BITCH so many people just died LMFAOO Shiki here just doing her job and being hated, my poor girl (though she doesn’t care).

Mechamaru lost his gamble in using Mahito and turned into an even worse monster.

Likewise, the curses lost their gamble in trying to delete Shiki and were all basically wiped out in minutes lmao. They probably didn’t expect the Gojo Satoru Expy to actually be a Gojo Satoru 2.0 lol.

Shiki just doing her job, stuck in another world. :( And she had promised her cousin to make a detour to buy sweets, too rip. :(

(which brings me to another point i’m not gonna expand: Satoru and Shiki’s relationship? I LOVELOVELOVE IT!! The opposing powers they present! Satoru is not truly the sole “honored one”! Satoru has someone who somewhat understands the way he looks at the world! Who will stand by his decision and trust! Who’s willing to murder a bitch or a few for him! They’re two peas in a pod, sometimes HE has to be the moral compass for Shiki even! HIM! THE Gojo Satoru! A moral compass!!! 😂😂😂)

!! I am bouncing a bit in excitement from this haha.

Mechamaru! Is a very very unfortunate character. His attempt to outsmart Kenjaku and the Special Grade curses was not something that ended well for anyone. The information that he provided them allowed Kenjaku's faction to set up the test run at the Goodwill Event and break into the warehouse, stealing the Death Paintings and Sukuna's fingers. If we think about what happened in Shibuya, where Sukuna was able to cause as much devastation as he did because of ingesting the additional fingers... arguably Mechamaru played a definite role in allowing this situation to occur in the first place.

Mechamaru wants to be healed. He wants to have a normal body, and be a normal student of Kyoto High with his friends.

In exchange, he betrays the school -but he's not really betraying them, Mechamaru tells himself. Look, he's even been careful enough to extract a binding vow for his friends to be unharmed. And it's not as if he really intends to throw in his lot with Geto. As soon as he gets what he wants, he'll turn on them. Mechamaru doesn't need to kill them in order to win; all he needs to do is escape and find sanctuary with Gojo Satoru. And with the intel that he'll have in his hands, Gojo will definitely protect him. Then, they'll be able to counter their enemies properly from there-

We all know how that turns out in the end, though. The many casualties that result from Kenjaku's plans... Mechamaru might not be responsible, but he's certainly not blameless in allowing Kenjaku to set things into motion.

Mechamaru strikes me as a character who has a strong confidence and ego, which is balanced at the same time by a helpless sense of inferiority and anger. He knows that he's a powerful sorcerer, and he's the only sorcerer whose range covers an entire country -not even Gojo Satoru can do that! And Mechamaru is observant, and intelligent. He hates the limitations imposed upon him by his body, and he wants ever so badly to see for himself the world that he can only interact with through his puppets-

Shiki gets the brunt of that, in this particular AU.

Mechamaru lives. He lives, but he's angry and guilty and oh how he regrets, without truly regretting. Sorcerers are selfish creatures, and Mechamaru is no different.

Here Gojo Shiki stands in front of him, beautiful and powerful and perfect, looking down on him like Mechamaru means absolutely nothing. Given the turmoil that Mechamaru is currently experiencing... it's only natural that he lashes out at her.

(It's no excuse. But it is a reason.)

In contrast to Mechamaru's complicated feelings towards her, Shiki is fairly indifferent about him in return, despite his role as a lure in the 'ambush' for her. She simply protects him because she was assigned to retrieve Mechamaru for an interrogation. Shiki can't retrieve him if he's dead.

... So that just means she'll need to do her best to keep him alive, until she manages to find a way home.

#QA #zenith of stars au #liyue au #mechamaru #i am super happy at the details you're picking up here anon #and yes you are right on several counts!!#mechamaru isn't wrong in wanting a healthy body #he's wrong in how he went about it #he also overlooked all the other victims that would result from his actions #the guards to the warehouse who were killed horrifically when mahito broke in for example #i wonder if mechamaru felt any guilt about that?#there's absolutely no mention about it in the manga #which is either an overlooked detail #or points towards mechamaru being egocentric #or perhaps even similar to shiki in this respect -callous and unfeeling as long as the ones they hold dear to their heart remain unaffected

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kingofanemptyworld · 3 months

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I saw a post like a week back comparing Nanami’s final words to Itadori with Nobara’s — as in, Nanami cursing Itadori (in the same way he considers his grandpa’s last request a curse) vs. Nobara trying to ease some of Itadori’s burden.

Nanami: “You’ve got it from here.”

A more gentle curse than his grandpa’s, maybe, which is more like a demand that Itadori help who can and save who he can by virtue of being “strong enough” to do it. But a curse all the same. Placing yet more unreasonable expectations on a child who already bears too much on his own shoulders.

Nobara: “It wasn’t so bad!”

Plainly telling Itadori that she doesn’t regret becoming a sorcerer and that her death shouldn’t weigh on him. Her life wasn’t bad, so there’s no reason to lay another curse on him. Whether or not she really means it is sort of irrelevant — on some level she’s saying this for Itadori, because she knows him and she knows exactly how much of the blame he’ll take on himself. It’s also for herself, I think, in that she doesn’t want to have regrets. She didn’t reunite with her friend but she came to Tokyo, she got stronger, she proved over and over again that a little bit of vanity and power can go hand in hand and there’s nothing wrong it. She made friends she loves dearly, people she gladly put aside chairs for. Nobara knew the risks and she’s accepting the consequences.

Which isn’t to say that Nanami isn’t doing those things, that he didn’t know the risk. He clearly hates that he’s passing the burden onto Itadori. But he still says it. He still puts in his faith in Itadori to finish the fight and continue on.

There’s a similar trend of the adults doing this, too, especially with Higuruma in one of the latest chapters.

He may not be verbally telling Itadori that it’s his job now to take down Sukuna. But the “I’ve done what I can” combined with that open-palm gesture towards Itadori and the flashback we get of him saying he’ll play his role and die in the fight… it’s another curse, however you look at it. Passing the baton to Itadori because he can’t do it himself, as much as he would like to.

I would argue the kids are more liable to try and lighten the load for Itadori, but then, Fushiguro gets Itadori to go along with the culling games plan by asking him to “start by saving me [Fushiguro]”. Because he knows that’s what will motivate Itadori and likely prevent him from going off on his own. It’s fair, and I don’t even think he’s wrong to say it like that, but it’s still sort of digging hooks into Itadori that absolutely dictate his actions going forward.

So Nobara is actually an outlier in this respect, which is fascinating. Especially because her moral views are so different from Itadori’s and even Fushiguro’s. But that’s probably precisely why she says what she does to him. Nobara values the lives of her loved ones more than anything else. She’s willing to play hero when she has to but it’s not her natural instinct and she immediately sees the negatives to a situation like that (ex. When she tries playing along with the cursed spirit in her intro to save the child and realizes they’re both probably going to die there). You might say it’s selfishness, and yeah, to a degree it definitely is, but then Nobara — maybe selfishly, maybe not — wants to prevent Itadori from being hurt from her death more than he has to be. She doesn’t want to be a burden, her final words to be a curse.

It makes me wonder if he talked about his grandpa and what it meant for him to be told, in his last moments, that he’s responsible for saving and helping as many people as he can. That’s who he has to be, for his grandpa’s sake. Did that influence Nobara’s choice here? Or was this just based on what she’s seen of him combined with who she is as a person?

#king’s court #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #nanami kento #kento nanami #kugisaki nobara #nobara kugisaki #higuruma hiromi

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 2 months

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Forgiven - Yuji Itadori x Reader

Reader has that same starfish technique from that Megumi fic I wrote, brief explanation is it’s like a reverse curse technique but alongside regular healing like Shoko it specializes in limb/organ growth/regrowth and can also be used in horrifying ways to mutilate people beyond recognition if the user should need to :)

Also this is more platonic than romantic, but can be read either way ofc!!

Warnings: brief mentions of injuries, nothing described too in detail

Word count: 2.3k

Your legs pump hard, running as fast as you can away from the main train station. You, like every other sorcerer in the veil, could sense that Sukuna had just become an active player within Shibuya. Your breaths came fast and shallow, you knew you were panicking but you couldn’t stop running, you couldn’t steady your breath. You’d left him with Megumi and Ino and-

Oh god no, what had happened to Megumi and Ino?

The stench of fresh blood snaps you from your thoughts and you’re drawn towards it, finding yourself in the entrance of a makeshift camp, Principal Yaga stood a few yards from you speaking with Shoko. They’re both frowning. Shoko isn’t quite looking at him rather someone behind him on the ground, and you follow her gaze only to gag. You cover your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try not to hurl at the sight of Megumi’s broken body, his face covered in mostly dried blood, chest rising and falling unsteadily.

Shoko’s eyes are full of pity when you finally look away from him. “Yuji? Has anyone seen Yuji? Please Shoko, he was with Megumi and Ino when I left them,” Your voice cracks as you resist the urge to look again at your classmate’s broken body, “I promised I’d find him when I was finished w-with the transfigured humans,” You cover your mouth for fear of inhuman noises escaping in your panic. You’d left the trio to aid Inumaki in helping the regular people still alive outside the station, herding them away from as much danger as you could and healing what you couldn’t prevent.

She blinks gently, “I think if you want to find Itadori you’ll have to wait honey,” She murmurs, “The battle isn’t over, and if you go back in there there’s no telling what’ll happen to you,” More tears slip down your cheeks and she rubs your shoulder gently, “Please, just sit with Fushiguro, while you may not be able to go to with Yuji, you can help me, you can help him,” She’s pleading with you and you know you can’t refuse, especially because it’s Megumi.

“Someone’s already healed the worst of it,” She instructs, “I just need you to sit with him, work away at the smaller injuries, can you do that?” You let your gaze wander back to his body before nodding, steeling yourself as you approach him and then taking a knee at his side. Your hands hover in front of his torso, unsure of where to start, and you find yourself falling back into the training Shoko gave you.

Breathe in, channel your energy, don’t exhaust yourself, hands on his chest and breathe out. The wave of reverse cursed energy that flows from your fingertips soothes you as much as it appears to soothe him, his breathing slows slightly and you feel his heartbeat return to a more regular pattern. You let your head hang, hands slipping away from his body as you move him to a more comfortable position leant against the wall.

“Oh Megumi,” You murmur, cupping his cheek to tilt and shift his head so you can inspect the residuals of the cursed energy inflicted upon his face, “What happened to you?” Sitting beside him against the wall you lean your head against his shoulder and hug your knees. “How did it go?” Shoko calls, “How’s he looking?” “Better,” You call back, “Who was it that healed him?”

“Not sure, I could’ve sworn it was Itadori who left him here but… I’m sure you already knew Sukuna was definitely active, no telling if he still is or not,” You frown, would Sukuna save Megumi? There isn’t time for any of those thoughts, Shoko calls you away to help her with Ino who’s been stabilised but has been waiting for you for a while now.

“Hey there tiger,” He coughs, his left eye screwed shut, “Reckon you could do me a favour?” You’ve worked with, and healed, the older sorcerer plenty of times before. He’s your mission supervisor when Nanami is unavailable, and taught you how to use the more offensive side of your cursed energy as well as hand to hand combat while Nanami helped you hone your skill with a blade. You shake your head, placing a hand over his eye and clenching the other into a fist, “It’s not a favour, it’s my duty,” You mumble.

Thanks to you Ino walks away from that day with two eyes, but Megumi hobbles out supported by your shoulder with the internal scars you could not heal. You haven’t seen Yuji for about five days. You know the higher ups are looking for him, it’s all you and Megumi can seem to think about, but you have to hold out hope for him, because what else can you do but wait.

When you’re finally able to see Yuji again, you also meet Yuta Okkotsu for the first time, a second year who went through the same thing as Yuji in terms of the higher ups ordering a hidden execution. The stone-faced second year explains what happened after Shibuya to the pair of you and you can tell Yuji isn’t taking reliving the memories well. He won’t look at you or Megumi. There’s also two new scars on his face, scars you could’ve healed had you stayed by his side, but you know that’s probably not the source of his sorrow.

Once the painful introduction is over, you approach Yuji who for the most part still refuses to look at you. “Yuji,” Your voice cracks and he’s looking up at you before you can get anything else out, his eyes filled with a thousand apologies you know he won’t ever speak. “Yuji, can I… can I touch you?” He nods, looking away. You reach for him and cup his cheek, stroking your thumb over the scar at the corner of his mouth, “Oh Yuji,” You murmur.

He leans into your touch slightly, his head angled down and his eyes fluttering shut, “I’m sorry,” He whispers. You shake your head, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Yuji, you have nothing to apologise for, please, if I’d just been with you-”

“No!” He’s quick to protest, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly, “No, I’m glad you weren’t there,” He mumbles, “Sukuna saved Megumi and I don’t know why, but if it had been you I have no doubt that he would’ve left you to die,”

He pulls back and cups your cheek, “You mean too much to me, and I know I’ve done too many awful things to forgive, but I want to keep protecting you,” You smile, your eyes brimming with tears as you press further into his touch, “Yuji, it’s enough, you’re enough, knowing you’re doing your best is enough,”

He leans his forehead to yours, his muscles still tense like he expects Mahito or whatever is wearing Suguru Geto’s skin to come around the corner at any second. “Hey, are you ready to see Megumi?” You murmur. His eyebrows pinch together, his lips thin and pale as he presses them together with a small shake of his head.

“I’ll be right here,” You murmur, “It’s okay,” He shakes his head again, cruelly slipping from your grasp and moving to sit where he can look around the hideout, scanning the shadows with his chin resting on his palms. Moving to sit beside him you rub his back gently, “Nobody blames you for anything that happened Yuji, it’s ok, let those of us who want to forgive you do just that,” You whisper, carefully omitting anything Kusakabe might have carelessly said to your face while you were caring for his injuries.

“I don’t want to be forgiven,” He refuses to meet your gaze, his voice small, “Not by them,” “You might not want it, but you need it Yuji,” With his hands in yours once again you encourage him to look up at you, “Let me be the first to tell you I forgive you Yuji, even if you don’t forgive yourself for anything, I do, and not once have I blamed you for anything that has happened,”

He pulls you closer until you’re standing between his legs and he can hide his face against your stomach, his hands clutching the back of your jacket as you feel your shirt becoming damp. His body shakes gently and you comb your fingers through his pale pink hair, “Even if everything turns to shit, at least right here and now we still have each other,”

“How is he?” Megumi’s voice is directed at you and you look up, feeling Yuji tense again. You shrug, “About the same as the rest of us,” You reply vaguely, brushing the boy’s hair gently, “Come on Yuji, will you look at me?”

“Stop! Don’t act like everything is normal!” He suddenly exclaims, looking up at Megumi, “Don’t act like nothing happened, both of you!” He flicks his gaze between you as he stands. “I killed people. Because of me, lots of people died!”

“It’s our fault,” Megumi growls in response, “Don’t be selfish and give up all alone. We aren’t heroes fighting for justice, we’re jujutsu sorcerers,” You look away, not willing to let them see you cry as Megumi’s words affect you more than you’d like to admit.

“No one can ever truly judge us, so we must continually prove the worth of our existence, and we don’t have the luxury of thinking about ourselves,” His voice has calmed slightly as Yuji listens, “We’ve just got to save people, I believe that was the original principle behind your actions,”

Megumi grabs your arm and pulls you to his side to face Yuji, your hands coming up to furiously wipe your tears away, “So start by saving me Itadori, start by saving me and L/n,” You look up into Yuji’s eyes again, the shock registering slightly as he looks back with remorse.

“Noritoshi Kamo has made plans for those involved with Jujutsu to face off in a culling game, and Tsumiki is ensnared in that,” You see Yuji’s shoulders slump and you pull away from Megumi to wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest. “So I’m begging you Itadori, I need your strength,”

The room is quiet, apart from your sniffling, and Yuji finally brings an arm up to hold you against him, the other on the back of your head as he talks over your shoulder to the others. You don’t catch their words, and you half don’t want to, the idea of a culling game is so hideously grotesque. Imagining being forced to kill someone you shared a unique similarity to just because you both exist, like a friend or a classmate.

You resign to yourself that whatever happens, you’ll stay with Yuji and Megumi, helping them get through this, no matter the cost to yourself. “What happened to Kugisaki?” Yuji asks and you pull away, exchanging a glance with the dark haired sorcerer for a moment before you both look back to Yuji.

“Oh… I get it,” He grunts, clenching his fists and screwing his eyes shut for a moment, “I GET IT!” “About that barrier,” A new face interrupts before Yuji can get much angrier, one who’s energy you recognize from Shibuya, the residuals of it all over some of the broken bodies of innocent people. He emerges from the shadows and you flinch back, grabbing Megumi’s arm nervously. Megumi shifts so you’re holding his hand and nudges you with his elbow, “He’s fine,” He mutters in your ear.

“There may be a way past it,” The man continues. “What do you mean Choso?” Yuji asks. “Mahito once stole Sukuna’s fingers and the death painting wombs, right? We can do the same thing,” “I’m sorry is nobody going to tell me who this guy is?” You blurt, “Why do we trust him?”

Yuji looks back to you and Megumi rolls his eyes, “She’s been asleep since you arrived, only woke up just before you did, she didn’t meet him,” “This is…” Yuji looks to Choso who’s eyes are intensely sad for a moment, but he glances to you, “Just think of him as my older brother,” Yuji finishes, “It’s hard to explain,”

You nod warily, sensing something so strangely inhuman about the newcomer but trusting Yuji wholeheartedly. “I don’t bite,” The man mumbles, looking away. It occurs to you that he reminds you a bit of a shy puppy, but you don’t let yourself dwell on the thought for long, “I can use my connection to my brothers to find the warehouse that lies between the outside world and Tengen’s domain,” He says louder.

“Then it’s settled, we’re going back to Jujutsu High,” Megumi murmurs. You tug away from Megumi slightly, “Have we learned nothing? Why are we walking back into the jaws of the beast??” You exclaim, “You know the higher ups have it out for us, not just Yuji anymore,”

“Don’t worry L/n,” Yuta smiles, scratching the back of his head, “Rika will protect us,” You’ve heard about Rika from Gojo before, you know she’s immensely strong, and so that satiates your worry, “We should all just try to get some rest,” The group disperses slightly and you look around, wondering if you should return to your place beside Megumi or stay with Yuji.

“Come here,” Yuji murmurs, pulling you to him and making the decision for you, “Let me have this,” He surprises you by leading you to Megumi, setting up a small bedding area next to your brooding classmate and then pulling you down into his arms.

With a plan in place and two of the people you love still by your side, you find a small glimmer of hope like an ember still glowing in your chest. Whatever happens next, good or bad, you know you will do anything to keep these people close, whether that turns you into a monster or into the best version of yourself.

A bit shorter than I'm used to posting but I'm trying to get more into posting drabbles and headcanons so I hope this is a good start to it, even if it is still in my usual fic style haha :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #yuji itadori #jjk x reader #yuji itadori x reader #choso kamo #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #kamo choso

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newtthetranswriter · 9 months

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Could I get uhhh a motherfuckin uhhhh Choso x reader?? Maybe she’s one of Yuji’s friends that he introduces him to 👀 or maybe she even packs him up in a fight 👀 idk anything is better than this 😭

Paring: Choso x reader kinda

Word count:2180

Summary: Yuji introduces you to Choso and they explain how they are brothers, also teaching Choso how to use a phone cause he’s like 150 years old and probably worse with technology then captain america.

Warnings: some manga spoilers regarding Yuji and Choso obviously, shit writing, that’s about it.

A/n: The Shibuya incident did happen but ended better. It’s not as long as I wanted but I slept for nearly 20 hrs yesterday and totally forgot where I was going to take it and figured this is better than nothing. If you like it and want more, I could maybe do a part two. Let me know how you like it. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I’m going to meet up with Yuji at a coffee shop because he insisted he had someone he wanted me to meet. I don’t know why he didn’t just bring this someone to jujutsu tech, but whatever. I’ve been really close with Yuji since he joined Jujutsu tech, it never really bothered me that he was the vessel of Sukana. Yuji was just really easy to get along with so whoever he wants me to meet can’t be that bad.

When I finally reached the predetermined coffee shop I spotted Yuji sitting with a guy wearing white and purple. His hair was up in what looked like two pony tails, although it still stuck up in every direction. I couldn’t see his face because his back was to me, but I could tell by the way he was sitting he was average height and rather lean.

I was snapped out of my thoughts looking at the stranger by Yuji jumping up and calling out to me. “Y/n, over here. I already got you a F/d.” I smiled and made my way over sitting down next to my friend with two toned hair.

“Thank you Yuji. Now introduce me to your friend here.” I said finally looking at the face of the stranger. He had dark purple eyes that were focused on something outside the window, they were truly beautiful. But the most striking thing about his handsome appearance was the mark stretching across the bridge of his nose. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

Yuji set his own coffee down before introducing the handsome man across from me. “Y/n this is Choso, Choso this Y/n. He is technically my half brother.” Yuji said as if he hadn’t dropped a bomb on me. I was really confused, since when did Yuji have a brother, I thought he was an only child.

I finally looked away from the man sitting across from me, to give Yuji a bewildered look. “What do you mean he’s ‘technically’ your half brother. In the half a year I have known you, you have never said anything about having a half brother.” I was really trying to wrap my head around this. Yuji Itadori had a half brother who just so happened to be extremely attractive.

“Well, I only just found out he’s my brother recently. But hey it’s good news, I have more family.” Yuji said happy that he still has family out there. I was still confused as I slowly took a sip of the drink Yuji had bought for me.

It was silent for a moment before a new voice spoke up. “He’s right, I had no idea he was my little brother until I almost killed him during the Shibuya incident. I felt a connection exactly like the one I felt when he killed my brothers a few months prior. That’s the only thing that saved him.” Ok, now I'm even more confused. This guy tried to kill Yuji because Yuji killed his brothers, but ultimately didn’t because he felt a connection to him before he could actually do it.

Sensing my confusion Yuji started to stand up saying “We should have just done this at Jujutsu Tech, It’s hard to explain and I don’t want someone thinking we’re crazy.” Me and Choso nodded in agreement before we stood up and left the coffee shop.

“If you knew this was going to be confusing, why did you want to do it at a coffee shop full of non-sorcerers?” I asked as we walked back to the school in almost complete science.

Yuji just shrugged. I guess he probably wasn’t thinking about that at the time, he did ask me relatively early in the morning so he was probably just thinking of getting some good caffeine instead of the fact that this conversation was going to be weird and hard to process.

After about thirty minutes of walking we made it to the school. “Let’s go sit by the training field, no-one's going to be over there right now.” I suggested leading the way there.

When we arrived at the field I sat down in the grass watching as the two boys sat across from me, before Yuji started an attempt at explaining everything to me. “So back in September me, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki were sent to investigate a curse that was taking people from this bridge in a small town. When we got there Fushiguro figured out the curse spirit was under the bridge, and had one of Sukana’s fingers. We had gone down to fight the curse in hopes of getting the finger but in the middle of the fight, what we assumed were just two more cursed spirits showed up and knocked me and Kugisaki out of the first curse’s domain. We then proceeded to fight the two with everything we had. After a lot of struggling we finally beat them. I didn’t know who they were at the time, I didn’t know they were Curse hybrids, they were just curses trying to hurt us and take Sukana’s finger.” He explained what happened at least with these two curse hybrids whatever that means. But I have no clue what that has to do with any of this.

I could see Choso looking almost angry as Yuji talked about what happened at the bridge. “Choso are you okay? Do you need anything?” I asked hoping there was something I could do to help.

“No, I’m fine. What my brother failed to mention was that those two hybrids were my brothers. I too am a curse hybrid made by Noritoshi Kamo, who experimented on my mother creating me and my brothers. I felt it when Yuji killed my little brothers and was furious. I decided to get revenge during the attack on Shibuya. I was close to killing him when I felt the same thing I had when my brothers had died. At that moment I knew Yuji was my half brother and decided I would fight alongside him to stop Noritoshi Kamo, who became the Cursed spirit Kenjaku.” Choso explained what happened during the attack on Shibuya.

I looked at the curse hybrid, still not understanding how that makes them brothers. Okay Choso felt a connection but how does that prove anything. “Okay so, other than this Kenjaku thing being your dad? How does it make Yuji your brother?” I asked, trying to get more information.

Choso rolled his eyes but still proceeded to tell me the rest. “Kenjaku has stayed alive for over a century by possessing different human corpses. It seems that at some point he had possessed the corpse of Yuji’s human mother, before having my little brother. Does that make sense?”

I nodded slowly grasping what was being said. So my best friend was the product of a curse possessing a corpse and having a kid, that’s honestly not the weirdest thing I’ve heard being a Jujutsu sorcerer. “That kind of makes sense but the two things I still don’t get, one if Kenjaku has been around for over a century, how old are you Choso? And why did Yuji want us to meet?” I said the last bit looking towards the young sorcerer.

“I’m over 150 years old, though for most of that I was a cursed object. Recently the curse Mahito gave me and my two brothers bodies, hoping we would help in Kenjaku’s plan.” Choso said, answering the question about his age. I suppose that makes sense, so I turned back to Yuji waiting for him to answer the question I had asked him.

He just blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought you guys would get along. I forgot that I would have to explain everything, and just wanted Choso to make some friends.” He leaned closer to me covering the side of his face before adding “He doesn't like to talk a lot. This is the most I've heard him talk to anyone other than me.”

I chuckled as Choso rolled his eyes at his younger brother. “I can hear you ya know.”

“It’s fine, I think it’s sweet that he’s trying to help you out. Anyway is there anything else I’m needed for, as Yuji, you interrupted my beauty sleep for this. While I truly enjoyed meeting you Choso and hearing your story I would like to get some more sleep.” I asked as I stood from the grass wiping off my pants.

Yuji looked up at me before responding. “You’re good to go, thanks for waking up early for this. Sorry for being dumb.” I smiled down at him before turning to Choso.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoyed talking with you, maybe next time we can go for a coffee without pinky over here.” I said, jabbing a finger in Yuji’s direction, laughing at the confused ‘huh’ that left his mouth at the comment.

I watched as Choso blushed slightly trying to cover it by turning his face away from me. “Yeah, it was nice meeting you too, Y/n. And I would like that.”

Leaving with one final wave I couldn’t help but hope that my next meeting with the purple eyed sorcerer would happen sooner than later.

I woke up later that day from my nap and checked my phone. The first thing I saw was a text message from an unknown number.

From Unknown number: Hey, it's choso. My little brother forced me to get this thing and then gave me your number. I don’t know what i'm doing but apparently it’s like writing a letter but you get it right away. Anyway againthis is choso.

I laughed reading the message. Of course Yuji got him a phone and he doesn't understand how to use it. I quickly added his number to my phone before responding.

To Choso: Hi Choso, it was nice of Yuji to get you a phone. I’m guessing he didn’t explain it very well. If you want we can meet up later and I can help you figure it out.

After about five minutes I received a response.

From Choso: Please, I have no clue what I’m doing.

I smiled, glad that he accepted my offer and was also excited to talk to him without Yuji. I quickly sent a text asking him to meet me at the training field where we spoke earlier, before getting up to put on something other than the pajamas I had on for my nap.

I got to the field about fifteen minutes later and saw Choso sitting in the middle fiddling with something, probably his new phone. I walked up to him and sat down. “Hey, what all do you need help with?” I asked.

He jumped slightly not expecting me to be there, having been too focused on the electronic in his hands. “Oh, hi. Um, everything. I don’t get it, my little brother just gave me this, showed me how to type, and told me to text your number which he put in the phone. He didn’t explain anything about it other than that really.” He said with a slight blush, it was obvious he was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge when it came to technology.

I reached out my hand motioning for him to hand me the phone. When he finally placed it in my hand I leaned over and started showing him how to use it. I went over how to make phone calls, and add contacts. I also showed him how to work the camera and how to use google.

After about an hour of answering his questions about how to use the phone and make it work, we ended up just talking and getting to know each other. For one I learned that during his time as a cursed object he was self aware and able to master his cursed technique to a level beyond that of his distant relative who also wields Blood Manipulation. And I told him about growing up as the odd one who didn’t fit in because I could see cursed spirits while no one else around me could.

It was getting late and I decided it was probably time to call it a night. “Well it’s late, I should be getting to bed. I had fun talking with you. Maybe we can do it again sometime?” I said with a smile as I stood up from the grass.

He just looked up and nodded at me, before he started to get up as well. “Have a goodnight Y/n” he said before turning and walking away.

“Goodnight Choso, and don’t forget if you need help with anything feel free to ask me.” I called after him, heading back to my dorm. I couldn’t help but smile looking back on the events of the day. I really did enjoy hanging out with Choso, and I hope we can do it again soon. It sounds cheesy but I feel like we really have a connection.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #jjk choso

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asirensrage · 5 months

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Not His Fault - Gojo Satoru Oneshot

Title: Not His Fault

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Unnamed/Undescribed Female OC

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: Sex. Possessive!Obsessed!Gojo. Edging. Overstimulation. Unprotected sex. Mention of OC taking drugs for seeing curses.

Summary: The only thing he can do is convince her that she needs him. So he does.

Notes: Unbeta-d. Written within two days and barely edited if I'm honest. This started with me talking about obsessed!Gojo to @renhoeku and I started writing out the idea I was playing with. Then I started writing smut because of that post about having ppl read it and keeping a straight face around family during Thanksgiving. In the end, I tried to connect them. I hope it worked. Please tell me if you enjoy it. Thanks!

It’s not his fault.

Satoru will freely admit when he’s done something he wasn’t supposed to, when he steps out of line. Why wouldn’t he? He has nothing to fear. There’s nothing anyone could do to him. But this? This isn’t his fault. It’s hers.

She doesn’t react like the rest. She never has since the day he stumbled upon her. Even when she finally learned the truth of the things that she saw, that she was able to destroy them with a flick of her fingers and the right determined thought, she still never changed. They told her he was the strongest and yet she looked at him like he was just another person she saw on the street. She answered with a shrug, referenced an anime when she saw him floating and continued on as if it was no different than usual. He doesn’t know if it’s the drugs she used to take when her family thought she was crazy but nothing seems to phase her.

It’s refreshing.

It’s addicting and he can’t help but want to surround her, to see if he can get her to react in a different way.

So it’s not his fault. If she reacted like everyone else, he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be trying to manipulate her into staying with him, at least close to him, so that he could protect her.

Because he needs to protect her. He needs to keep her from falling headfirst into the fate that awaits every sorcerer but him. He needs her…to want him.

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It didn’t start like that.

He was intrigued when he came across her. He didn’t recognize her and she did her best to ignore him, to avoid talking to him or even looking at him. At first, he suspected she knew who he was and was warned by a clan, but it wasn’t that. She had slipped through the cracks, unaware that the curses she could see and destroy actually existed in reality. She had been convinced that she was hallucinating them all…until he persuaded her that they were real. That he was real.

He expected things to change, but they didn’t. She reacted to him the same way she always did and he just…he wanted to keep that. So he didn’t tell anyone. She was safer that way, he thought. Safer on her own, with no one the wiser that she existed.

Until she wasn’t.

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Nearly dying does wonders to draw her closer. He saved her and she was easily swayed to follow with the understanding that it was safer under his protection. Well, the school’s security. Until that proved to not be enough in his eyes.

It was simple to bring her into the fold, but as she charmed his students the same way she enthralled him, something became clear to him. He didn’t want to share her and he refused to lose her the way he lost…others. The only thing he could do was convince her that she needs him.

So he does.

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He digs his fingers into the flesh of her hips, appreciating the way he can see how he’s imprinting himself onto her. He wants everyone to know, to see her and know that she’s his. That she’ll always be his…and he wants to know that his mark is there, even when no one else but him can see it.

Satoru pulls her towards him, lifting her slightly so that she slides faster. He’s been teased long enough, has waited long enough that he buries his face between her legs, eager to taste her. He groans at the sweetness, that slight tang that somehow makes it more irresistible. He feels the way she digs her hand into his hair, how her hips rise to meet his mouth. He’ll devour her like this. He could die between her legs and it will have been worth it. He’s tasted heaven and it only tastes of her.

She tries to pull away as he does his best to break her, to make her cum across his tongue. Her legs squeeze against his ear before she tries to move from the pleasure he knows he’s bringing her. She says it’s too much. It’s not enough.

He hooks his hands around her legs, keeping her still and open. He wants everything from her, even if he has to take it before she realizes she’s willing to offer it to him. Only to him.

He grinds his hips against the mattress, already so fucking hard just from her taste. His spine tingles as he groans against her. He's trying to hold on, but the taste of her on his tongue and the lewd sounds she's making as he attempts to feast on her are pushing his limits. She probably doesn't even realize how much she's affecting him. She never does. It just makes him want her more.

Her orgasm hits her hard and she shudders against him, keening when he doesn’t stop. How can he? She’s given him this much, she can give another. He wants her begging. He wants to ruin her, to burn the knowledge into her that he’s the only one who can take care of her like this. He’s the only one worthy to.

When he finally pulls away, moving to rest between her thighs as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth, he looks at her. Being above her gives him the best view, especially of the tears in her eyes that have built up from the overstimulation.

He grins at her before leaning down and swiping at one that falls with his tongue. She reaches up, pressing a hand against his chest. He pulls back enough to meet her eyes again.

She’s trembling, still trying to catch her breath from his attempts to steal it. She looks almost hesitant to meet his eyes but he kisses her softly. Again and again. Until he pulls back and brushes away another one of her tears with his thumb.

“Shhh,” he murmurs. “I got you, sweet thing.” He kisses her again, relishing the way she kisses back. “Told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” He doesn’t wait for her response. “Let me feel you.”

“Please, ‘toru.”

He groans at the sound of his name on her lips. “Anything,” he murmurs back. He means it too. He’ll give her whatever she asks for if it means she’ll stay by his side. It doesn’t take much to slip into her. She’s wet and warm, moaning and digging her nails into his skin as if she’s trying to mark him the way that he’s marked her. He’d let her leave scars if she could.

Satoru buries his face in her neck, breathing her in as he tries to maintain control. Despite how long he spent getting her ready, she’s still so fucking tight.

She brings one of her legs around his waist, as though she’s trying to get him closer. He swears to himself before he finds a position. She's so good to him. Even when she was so unsure in the beginning. He'll be just as good back. He swears it.

He holds himself above her, eyes on her face so he can see every expression she makes. He tries to burn the memory of the way her eyes close and her mouth falls open into his mind. He wants to be able to remember every sound she makes as he thrusts into her.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses on any bit of her skin that he can reach and hooks one of her legs over his arm, pressing it higher so he can get in deeper.

“Come on,” he tells her. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please–” She begs him for more.

He kisses her hard, pleased at the way she pleads. He tells her how good she is for him. “Made just for me, aren’t you?”

She cries out in response as he shifts the angle slightly. He wants to make her scream. He murmurs promises until they fade because all he can focus on is how good she feels around him and how much more he wants.

But then she says, voice broken as she clings to him, “‘toru, don’t...don't stop.”

Well, how could he resist?

“Tell me you’re mine.” He demands but it almost sounds like he’s begging her this time. He just wants to hear it. He wants to brand himself into her the same way he feels she’s burned into him. “Tell me.” He quickens his pace, fingers digging bruises into her skin as he holds her in position, bringing her back to him over and over.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her peak and he nearly gives in when he feels the way she clenches around him as she cums. “Fuck...” he groans, trying to breathe so he doesn’t break like this. It’s too soon. He wants this to last, wants to show how much he can make this worth her while.

She’s coming down from her high and he’s trying to hold on to his when he hears her. “Promise?”

He pauses, catching his breath before looking down at her. “Promise what?” He grins as he asks, trying not to show how desperate he feels to know what she wants.

She looks away and he can’t help but think how fucking cute she looks like this. Sweaty and dishevelled, her eyes glossy with pleasure. He might have to kill anyone who’s ever seen her like this. He knows no one else will. Not anymore. He kisses her softly, before placing quick kisses against her cheek. “Come on, princess,” he teases. His breath nearly stops in his chest at the way she looks up at him.

“Promise you’ll take care of me?”

He kisses her hard. “I swear. Any way you want.”

“You better pull out.”

He laughs at that because she looks as unimpressed as usual when she says it. He won’t tell her that he wasn’t planning to, that he wants to keep her close however he can. He needs her stronger first before that, even if he knows he could protect them both. “I will.”

He kisses her, enjoying the way she returns it before he starts to move again. It’s easy to fall into a rhythm that has her clutching his shoulders, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. The room fills with the sounds of their movement, with his grunts as he builds up the tension again, her moans as he moves her leg closer to her chest so he can get deeper.

He feels the way she shudders against him, crying out as he tries to bring her to another orgasm. Tears are building up in her eyes again.

“I can’t!”

“One more, baby. One more.”

She pushes at his chest with one of her hands. A feeble attempt to get him to slow down, but he knows she can take it. He grabs her hand and pins it above her head, pressing closer. Sparks shoot down his spine and he takes the moment to grind his hips into hers. He couldn’t be closer if he tried but it almost feels like it’s not enough.

She rakes her nails down his back, mouth falling open as she keens at the feeling. He breaks.

He’s almost not fast enough to pull out, but he swore he would. With a rush of heat, he cums across her stomach and while she looks beautiful marked like that, there’s a part of him that knows it would have felt better inside. It’s fine. It’s not like this is going to be the only time. They’ve already promised each other, whether or not she realizes it.

Her eyes are clenched tight and despite the fact he’s spent, he knows she’s still clutching at nothing and so fucking close. He kisses her, lowering her leg carefully before using the hand of the arm that was holding her leg to press against her clit. He wants to see her expression when she cums. Wants to hear her again.

She looks surprised when she feels his fingers but it quickly fades as he builds her back up. She clutches at his hand and he moves to take one of her breasts into his mouth. She’s beautiful and soft and fucking perfect. Especially when she arches up into him as she reaches her peak.

He takes his hand away, licks it clean of her, and moves until he’s lying next to her. He could stare at her all day but he pulls her into his chest. She’s still coming down from her release and they’re both covered in sweat and cum, but he wants her close. He wants to feel her pressed against him, where she belongs.

She curls up into him, head resting on his chest. He can feel her breath against his skin. If he wasn’t so hot, he’d shiver at the sensation. He feels scrubbed raw, bare in the best way with her.

Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep on him. He grins to himself. He wore her down, just like he promised he would. He brushes his fingers against her cheek. He hasn’t allowed himself to get this close with anyone since…but now? Now that he’s let her in, that he’s claimed her, he can’t regret it. He won’t let her either. The two of them belong to each other. If he has to remind her of that when she wakes up, he will. She’ll learn.

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daisymintt · 8 months

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I have too many ideas for Merlin fics so I’m just gonna dump them here, if you write one please tag me I’d love to read it!

• Arthur is seen as a traitor to the crown and is about to be killed when Merlin saves him and they go on the run and become some of the most well known bandits in Camelot, the Fallen Prince and his Warlock (inspired by Americano by Lady Gaga)

• A beast that feeds off magic goes to Camelot and takes Merlin, Arthur and the Knights embark on a rescue mission

• A visiting Noble introduces a new “sport” to Uther, sorcerer hunting. In which a captured sorcerer is released into the woods with only the clothes on their back and are hunted down by knights and specially trained hounds. Intrigued, he partakes of this “sport”. Merlin is disgusted and goes into the forest to help them escape only to become the prey. Will he be able to keep his magic secret? Or will he be doomed?

• Merlin on the run inspired by the song Run Boy Run

• Rumor Has It/Rumor Mill, a bunch of different rumors start cropping up in Camelot varying from absurd to believable

• A visiting Lady takes a shine to Merlin, Arthur gets jealous.

• Arthur and Merlin are on a hunting trip and stop at a tavern. While there they overhear a local ghost story about an ghost that of a Lady who lived in the manor up the street. Her husbands kept dying “mysteriously” and she went mad with grief. They say the manor is haunted. Merlin takes it seriously and Arthur teases him about, later they go to the abandoned manor and have an encounter with the ghost. Get trapped in the manor. The ghost carries a bloody hatchet. Nearly takes Arthur’s head off. Similar to Constance Hatchaway.

• Stardust AU

• Arthur follows in his dad’s footsteps and sets out to kill the last Druid, a boy called Emrys. Little did he know that his friend Merlin was that druid. Inspo: Still/Neva Flows Reprise

• 1920’s America Merlin runs a speakeasy

• Gaius is away dealing with an outbreak of sweating sickness at a border town leaving Merlin as acting Court Physician while he’s away.

- A visiting Nobel lady goes into labor, Merlin has to help her.

• Merlin catches a cold yet refuses to stop working, his magic is also affected. Every time he sneezes something magical happens leaving chaos in his wake. His magic stops reacting when he Gaius sneaks him a sleeping draught mixed with some cold medicine (or at least the medieval equivalent that addresses the symptoms), Arthur not so subtly frets about Merlin’s wellness.

• Merlin overextends his magic and when he gets back to Camelot he tries to do a small spell and it doesn’t work, discovers he has a “Sorcerers Cold” it doesn’t affect the physical body but the magical one. In other words, how magic is on the fritz until he can get some proper rest.

• Last Night Gus episode where they super drunk and wake up in weird places. They spend the day trying to piece together what happened last night

• A sorcerer disguised themselves as Merlin to get close to Arthur

• A shapeshifter that appears as your hearts greatest desire appears as Merlin to Arthur and lures him into a trap, Merlin has to save him. Classic who’s the real Merlin scenario where Arthur has to ask a question that only the real Merlin would know the answer too.

• A vampire arrives in Camelot.

• Merlin’s shadow has the wings of a dragon, Arthur notices

• Merlin and Arthur have been arguing over something for a while now, Leon is tired of being stuck in the middle of it and traps them in a room. He refuses to let them come out until they figure out whatever they’re fighting about. (Ten minutes in the closet trope)

• A drunk Merlin finds himself in Arthur’s room, Arthur takes care of him. Merlin is very affectionate when drunk. (Inspo: bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo)

• Merlin and Morgana are friends and Arthur is jealous of there close bond, Arthur thinks that they’re courting and confronts Merlin about it.

• Morgana or someone casts a spell while the knights, Arthur, and Merlin are asleep on a quest that joins their dreams together. Merlin is very skittish afraid that he may accidentally reveal his magic. Inspo: A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill! Season 2 episode 19 of Ducktales.

• 5 weird places Merlin has fallen asleep and one not so weird one (it’s Arthur’s bed)

#arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #merthur #merlin fandom #bbc emrys #emrys #fanfic #fanfiction #writing prompts #fanfiction prompts #merlin prompt #merlin x arthur #merlin fic #merlin fanfic

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everythingseasoning · 6 months

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We’ve Met Before, pt 2

// Reader x Choso fanfiction

…Little do you know that you and Choso were lovers in a past life.

CH 2: Nobara’s friend, Yuji Itadori, has been missing, and you realize it might be connected to the latest string of murders around Tokyo. Meanwhile, your lying, cheating ex Sukuna, is running around freely, and trying to disrupt any semblance of you finding love in your life.

Tags: This fic has CURSES and SORCERERS, but the characters are also students at JUJUTSU UNIVERSITY // ~1.2k

Warnings: Power dynamics, mentions of possible assault, blood & canon violence

WMB Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||

Your head pounds as you blink bleary-eyed. Transparent red curtains flutter above your head, a cool breeze passes through and you shiver, soft winter sunlight hitting your skin. Your heart sinks quickly; This is Sukuna’s room.

That familiar lilting, deep and rumbly voice sounds like music in the room, “Hey sweetheart, you’re finally up. Did you miss me?”

You feel your anxiety rush through your blood as you fling off his black blanket— relieved to see you’re still in the same clothes as last night— and you jump off from his bed, landing on your feet.

“What the hell am I doing here?” You hiss, eyeing the door. The worst thoughts fly through your head— Did he drug you while you were asleep? Did he touch you? Why did you wake up here? What happened last night? Your head feels too fuzzy, and you’re scared.

Sukuna just stares lazily at you and smiles, unspeaking, as he files his dark purple nails.

“Sukuna!” You screech— eyes frenzied— and somewhere deep down, you realize just how much control he has over you. “Why. Am. I. Here.” You punctuate your words, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Oh sweetheart,” Sukuna says smugly, finally replying, the nail file still shaving away at his thumb. “You have such a strange way of thanking the one who saved you from a murderer last night.”

You blanch, memories of last night flooding back: the girl screaming on the floor, in a pool of her own blood.

“Wh–what happened?”

Sukuna shrugs, before setting the nail file down on the table with a satisfying tchk.

“A girl had both her arms torn off at a party. It was done so quickly that nobody knows who it was or how it happened. Seems she was just one more body in the string of kills by the Limb Ripper, the one that’s been attacking this neighborhood this past month.”

You swallow thickly, pain clouding your eyes. “Is she— she’s—”

“Dead.”

You feel like you’re going to hurl.

“But I saved you,” Sukuna says, cocking his head as he looks expectantly at you with lidded eyes.

“Saved me?” You ask, half disgusted and scared that Sukuna is holding this over you, half grateful and curious about how you got out after fainting by the exit. Oddly, you feel fine— not a single bruise aching on your skin. Shouldn’t I have been trampled?

“You were on the floor when I was running out. So I just grabbed ya. Set you down here for the night.”

“I didn’t see you before I fainted—”

“Course you didn’t, sweetheart,” Sukuna says, his voice an octave lower, “But I’m always watching you… and I’m not the only one who has their eye on you.”

Your blood turns icy and your heart is beating too fast— you need to get out of this shared room now. What the hell does he mean, he’s always watching you? And somebody else, too?

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not here to hurt you. Why else are you here, safe and sound from the murderer?”

“I appreciate it, Sukuna, really,” you force out. “But this doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. Stop calling me sweetheart, it’s gross,” you say firmly.

“You’re still my favorite, sweetheart.”

You visibly shake, regretting all the time you’ve ever spent with this vile man. “That’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. I’m leaving.” You walk swiftly to the door, half-surprised and half-relieved that Sukuna is just letting you leave.

“Before you go, darling, you should know that Choso Kamo isn’t the guy you think he is.”

You freeze, hand on the door handle. What the hell? Did Sukuna watch you and Choso bump into each other?

Whipping around, you retort, “You’re such a spiteful creep. I can talk to whoever I want to talk to. Stay away from me. Don’t stalk me.”

“I’m just looking out for you… He’s using you… You don’t have to believe me sweetheart, but just ask him about Yuji Itadori.”

Yuji Itadori? Nobara’s friend? The one Nobara hasn’t seen in over a month?

Sukuna continues, “Choso is obsessed with finding Yuji, his brother. He’s using you because only I know where Yuji currently is… and the only person I’d ever disclose that information to, would be to you, sweetheart.”

You scoff. “Yuji’s fine. Nobara was able to call him over the phone yesterday.”

Sukuna just reaches into his pocket and tosses something small and silver over to you— you manage to catch it— it’s an iPhone. The screen is badly cracked, and when you press on it, a group photo lights up the spiderwebbed screen. You see a tall, white-haired guy in sunglasses with a lollipop in his mouth, hunched over a trio while sporting a goofy look on his face. The trio consists of Nobara, Yuji, and who you assume is Megumi. Nobara is smiling with two shopping bags hanging off her right arm while a black-haired guy looks stoically into the camera, the sweet, strawberry-haired Yuji beaming happily with both his arms around Nobara and Megumi.

“This is Yuji’s smartphone. I was the one who spoke to her yesterday, actually,” Sukuna says, his wicked grin meeting your eyes when you look up from the damaged phone.

Your blood runs an entire degree colder. “You’re lying—”

“Show it to Nobara. Show it to Choso,” Sukuna smirks.

“Did you do anything to him?” You question, voice tight and pitched.

“He’s fine for now, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, anxious, fearful, and sick from whatever stupid game Sukuna is playing. Alarm bells have been going off in your head ever since Sukuna mentioned Yuji’s name— and you pray that Nobara’s friend is alright.

“Just– just leave me alone,” you say, pushing down on the door handle.

Sukuna raises one last question. “Tell me sweetheart, do you, or do you not, want me anymore?”

“I will never want you, ever again,” you say.

Sukuna just raises an eyebrow, smiling his signature cocky, devilish grin. “We’ll see about that,” you hear him say as you run away as fast as you can.

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You’re running. The tears are falling. Am I safe? What the hell is Sukuna on about? Did he kidnap Yuji? Will he kidnap me? —You’re aware that you’re in possible danger, and all you can think about the face and body of Choso, the mysterious stranger. This would be your last wish before death. You wonder what his arms would feel like, wrapped around you in a snug hug.

—You can’t help but think that you know what it’s like to be hugged by him. Yeah, you just met Choso, but hell, Choso isn’t a stranger. He feels like soul comfort, warm cushions in winter, and happiness. You can’t explain it. It just is: Choso is safety, and you yearn for Choso as you flee Jujutsu West’s dormitory, running past the trees that line Sukuna’s dorm.

And luck must be feeling sorry for you, because as you turn the corner— you run smack into a stranger’s chest— but not just any stranger—

You look up, your eyes puffy, skin marked and tight from salted tears. Choso is staring down at you, concern blaring across his features.

“What’s wrong? __?”

“Choso,” you breathe, chuckling a bit in disbelief— And before you know it, you’re hugging him, exhaling deeply as you feel him immediately wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace.

“Tell me what happened,” Choso says, holding you tightly, securely against his chest.

You stay in Choso’s warm grasp for a moment before pulling away, remembering that he had disappeared right after the attack last night, gone when you needed him most.

“Where were you? Last night— we were talking and then—”

“You looked mortified and I reached out for you— but Sukuna shoved me away. Then you fainted. Sukuna picked you up and ran off with you.”

You gasp— the cold air stabs your lungs and you cough.

Choso is staring down at you with a look of pure worry. “Tell me, did he do anything to you? Tell me—” Choso’s voice comes out heightened with worry.

“Okay. I will,” you say, your hand instinctually reaching out to bridge the distance between the two of you, moved by the urge to give a comforting touch—

You retract your hand. “But we need to get away from this dormitory first.”

Choso’s eyes narrow and he scowls, “Sukuna.”

Choso wordlessly slips his hand into yours, his large hand engulfing yours. You blush at the sudden physical contact, feeling his soft skin on yours, your fingers laced together. Somehow, holding hands with Choso just feels so right.

“Let’s go, __. We‘ll go to my dorm room, it’s in Jujutsu West’s wing.”

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✧꧂ Please comment ur thoughts/feelings!! I’m curious + that encourages me to keep writing this fic! ♡

Do not plagiarize my writing. Characters are of Gege Akutami’s work, Jujutsu Kaisen. All fanfiction ideas and writings are my own.

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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Bells Hells, Level 9

Disclaimers as per usual: If I said something incorrect or left out something significant, corrections are welcome and encouraged. If I simply did not expound upon every single possible choice open to a character; if my opinions on mechanics differ from yours; or if you have wild speculation, please make your own post.

Blood hunter info is taken from the D&D Beyond content, which is subject to change, so don’t @ me if it does.

Everyone's proficiency bonus is now +4, which affects skill checks, proficient saves, and attacks. Non-multiclassed full spellcasters (FCG and Imogen, assuming neither multiclass) get fifth level spells.

In general, ninth level is an important but not terribly exciting one, in that 5th level spells are a big leap up and it's a proficiency bonus increase level, but it's fairly quiet in terms of class or subclass features. The multiclassers are the most interesting part here.

Also: now that level ups are done as separate little bits rather than teasers at the end of episodes, I'm introducing a "Looking forward" note at the end to speculate on L10 and beyond, since, for example, the version of this post in my drafts had my recommended ASIs for Chet and Fearne but no one got to see them until after the fact.

Chetney: By taking a level in blood hunter - his 8th in that class - he gets an ASI, which Travis took as stat bonuses to INT and STR. This is honestly what I would have recommended; he's now got a +3 to intelligence, easily the smartest in the group; and a respectable +4 to strength, his main attack stat. Looking forward: Honestly, who knows what the story will bring narratively...but blood hunter is a really good class and higher level rogue abilities just don't do a ton for Chet. Anyway, Blood Hunter 9 gives you one of my favorite abilities ever, Grim Psychometry, in which you have advantage on knowledge checks (and possibly even cool visions) for places and objects with tragic or dark pasts.

Laudna: Laudna took a level in sorcerer, which means she gets a Hound of Ill Omen, a dire wolf-like beast of darkness she can summon to attack a particular person. She also learns 2 more spells and gains another sorcery point. I would strongly advise she take Counterspell, given that she tends to lean more towards low-level utility than Imogen's attacks (and, let's face it, eldritch blast is better than most sorcerer damage spells). Looking forward: Personally, from a purely mechanics perspective, I think leveling in warlock would be more interesting from here on out. Sorcerers just...don't get much outside of spells from levels 7-14, and Laudna's feats and existing metamagic and the fact that there's another sorcerer in the party mean some variety would be fun and welcome (and warlock levels 4-6 are really good), but I get the appeal of Hound of Ill Omen for sure.

FCG: FCG gains access to 5th level spells and can prepare one more spell! Greater Restoration and Raise Dead are now available to them, which is pretty game-changing, and I'd love to see Sam try out Commune to get some actual answers from the Changebringer. He also gets two domain spells, which are unknown since it's a homebrew class. Looking forward: Cleric's just a really solid class! I'm interested to see how divine intervention works on a cleric who is still finding their god, and please get that WIS score up to a +4 at L12.

Fearne: Fearne leveled in druid, which means she also gets an ASI and has maxed out her casting stat of wisdom - this in turn means she can prepare two more spells than before (one from the higher druid level and one from the higher casting stat). She also gets the ability to wildshape into flying creatures, up to challenge rating 1. Looking forward: I would really not pursue rogue any further; Wildfire druid is just such a great class. Things to look forward to: at L9 druid (L10 overall) she'll get 5th level spells including Mass Cure Wounds as a circle spell; at L10 druid she'll get a cool bonus to damage or healing as a class feature; and at L11? Pick a tree.

Imogen: Imogen learns one new spell, which can be up to 5th level, and gains a 5th level spell slot and a sorcery point. She gets Telekinesis and Rary's Telepathic Bond as subclass features. As for her new spells: given the loss of the skyship, teleportation circle would be a good one to have on hand. Greater Invisibility would also be a strong choice. Looking forward: As noted with Laudna, there's not a ton going on until L14, but she does get a new metamagic ability next level (subtle spell feels very thematically appropriate), and I would in fact enjoy seeing Imogen cast Chain Lightning very much when she gets 6th level spells at L11.

Orym: Orym gets Indomitable, which allows him to reroll a failed saving throw and use the new number. Looking forward: 9's a quiet level for him but the next few are big ones. He gets two more battle master moves and his superiority dice go up to d10s from their current d8s; 3rd attack is at L11; and he gets another feat at L12, and I would love to see Mage Slayer.

Ashton: Ashton gains brutal critical, meaning that they can roll an additional weapon damage die when they crit. Looking forward: level 10 is a subclass level, so who knows, but I'm excited to find out!

#critical role #bells hells

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anthemofgvf · 1 year

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THEORY TIME EVERYONE!!!

a big question a lot of us are wondering is WHO IS THE WOMAN IN THE VIDEO. i have a theory for it. although a lot of people believe her to be the master, i have to disagree. she closely resembles Vivien from the King Arthur legend.

strap in folks, this one is going to be a bit long.

also, if you haven't read @oliverreedmasterass 's theory, PLEASE DO! here it is.

so, while i do see how the mv brought in resemblances to other pieces of history such as the painting of Ophelia and Guinevere, i think it’s possible she can be more closely related to Vivien.

Vivien, also known as the “Lady of The Lake”, is the one who handed King Arthur, the first monarch of England, the Excalibur (as legend has it), which is the sword she pulls out of the water and tells him "hey you're the king of England now bud."

music video reference^

two depictions of the Lady of The Lake^

Now who is the only person that has a sword in the music video?

JAKE. KISZKA. I think he resembles King Arthur, since he was a warrior before becoming king.

I believe Jake to become the leader, POSSIBLY the Master, since he is the heart of the band and technically the one who started it all. He can also be seen as the warrior, or a knight, and more often than not knights become kings (masters, monarchs, etc.) He, along with Josh, has the most time on screen and seems to play a very important role.

Now, how does this tie into the King Arthur legend?

King Arthur said that he was sent by God to protect the Holy Land, Israel, for the pilgrims (people who are on a religious quest) from the Muslims who murdered them once they tried to enter. Some people say he said God sent him to give himself an excuse for all of the killing he did, but anyways.

So, we see Josh being the most affected, in my opinion, by this battle. At the end, delusional to the madness, is still devoted to this Master and whatnot. I think Jake is the one sent “by God” to save him and relieve him of his delusions.

Vivien is also depicted to try and save Lancelot “from the madness”. That’s a side note, btw. Not super important, but I figured I’d include it since Josh sings “And I’m taken, by the madness.”

Sammy plays an interesting role, barely having ANY screen time. We all collectively agree that he is the sorcerer, and in the legend, Merlin underwent a spell by Vivien because he just wasn’t strong enough and ends up dying. She was referred to as “a creature to bewitch a sorcerer”. With the red gloves resembling blood imo, that could be from his “fight” with her and trying to stay alive but loses the battle in the end. Therefore, I think Sammy resembles Merlin the most.

The Master could resemble God, or some sort of God, which is why we never see his face and he is only in a hooded cloak because his face itself is too “powerful” for the naked eye. In the Bible, God is depicted as such- his whole being is too powerful for the naked eye and the mortal, which is why you see him after death. The Master could be someone completely different, but yeah.

A slight side note, but all the forest and green imagery is very resemblant to what England looked like at the time this legend takes place.

Josh’s character to this legend has been hard to pick, but I might’ve found a match: Mordred. Now, although the legend and other depictions say he is Arthur’s son or nephew, we aren’t talking about relationships. This is just who they resemble in the music video. Anyways, I picked Mordred to be Josh because he ends up going crazy and wanting power after Arthur (Jake) recruits him to be a part of his round table, basically trying to overrule Arthur of his kingship after he leaves for battle and lets Mordred rule while he's away. So, when we see Josh going crazy at the end, it’s him being consumed with power and thinking “hey i can take over since they’re all gone i’m left with the crown and throne.” In legend aspects, in almost all of the stories where Mordred is depicted, he betrays Arthur, which is why Josh is the only one in the end saying “burn it up to give him all of our love” because he wants to tarnish Jake’s kingship so he can rule and give the master "all of our love" because he thinks killing everyone will show how devoted he is and will try to recruit everyone he can. He’s also a womanizer in some stories, and we all know Josh is one himself. (Galahad was another close choice, bc he is a pure knight and we see Josh in white and his outfit resembles closely to a statue of him, but I chose to go a different route specifically because of the ending of the video where it seems Josh has betrayed everyone and is on a whole different path).

Danny was also hard to pick, and I have yet to find a match for him. All we know is that he is the archer of the story, but he’s the only one that I haven’t found a good match for in the legend since we don’t know much about him other than the fact he went to battle (has blood on his hands represented by the gloves) and he uses his bow and arrow for battle rather than a sword. So, I think he is someone a part of Arthur’s round table who eventually dies, since him and Sam only have red gloves and I think with Sam and Danny having the least amount of screen time they both died in the battle. I don't know, just a thought. I think Danny has more meaning than we think, so I'd like to say he is one of the more profound knights of the round table.

Some possible matches to Danny (most of them didn't die in battle but still):

-Bedivere, who throws the Excalibur after Arthur's last battle to the Lady of The Lake and is known as "one-handed great warrior".

-Brunor, who was terrible at jousting but "near invincible on foot", which would explain why he has a bow and arrow? i think that only because jousters used swords so I think agility would fit w/ a bow and arrow.

-Galehaut, he is a noble enemy turned an ally of King Arthur as well as an inseparable friend to Lancelot, who is King Arthur's closest companion. Also, possible lover of Lancelot.

-Lancelot, who is Arthur's closest companion, is a hero of many battles and known as one of the greatest Knights of the Round Table. He was raised in a fairy realm by the Lady of the Lake, which could explain how they know of her in the music video and such. He was an unrivalled swordsman and jouster.

-Percival, best known for being the original hero in the quest for the Holy Grail. I say this because, well, I think Danny has a more prominent role to begin with and I believe he is able to use a bow and arrow because he is more skilled than the rest.

(Also TBAGG ties into this bc I think it was happening while they were on the search for the Holy Grail, but I haven’t done enough research for that to know if that makes sense).

I also think the woman could be a "disciple" sent by the master, if we are keeping up with this seemingly religious theme they've got going on. The Master could be a being of the dark arts, perhaps the devil...I'm not sure OR a figure of God. I don't feel like I know enough to make a strong statement. I just can say with positivity that the Master is a higher power that requires devotion from his followers. Josh is willing to give it to him, whilst I believe the rest of them realize the destruction done and are trying to steer away from the past of their battle and go back to their lives of purity and the woman is able to take them there but with a price. A possible trick, which is why the video seems to go dark, and they realize there is no escape, and they now are a part of some sort of cult and Josh is the only one that's like "hell yeah cult shit!". This doesn't have much to do with my theory stated above, rather it is a "side theory".

Whew, alright. That was a lot. Let me know what you guys think! I’m not an expert so idk if I got anything factually wrong or right, but I hope this was interesting!!

Edit: I think I might explain why I think TBAGG resembles the Holy Grail and other Arthurian battles another time. AOTM in my opinion is the making of King Arthur's Round Table, and then the TBAGG is the quest to find the Holy Grail. Then, Starcatcher is the aftermath of it all, where we see betrayal, death, trickery, and a hope to find peace from the madness.

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #danny gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #meeting the master theory #meeting the master #meeting the master gvf #meeting the master mv #meeting the master music video #mtm mv #noel’s thoughts #noel’s theories

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if the zorlok cast were bg3 characters, what would they be and what kind of decisions would they make?

I'm assuming you mean who they would be in BG3 and not what kind of characters they would play. Also, hmm, don't want to give away spoilers here, so if you look below the cut you can see what I think they'd be up to (just beware of spoilers).

Tommy: Human, Level 9 Warlock (Fiend + Chain) / Level 3 Bard (Valour)

Dev: Wood Elf, Level 11 Rogue (Thief) / Level 1 Warlock (Archfey)

EJ: Human, Level 12 Sorcerer (Wild Magic)

Adam/Eve: High Elf, Level 7 Cleric (War) / Level 5 Paladin (Vengeance)

Lucía: Half-Elf (Wood), Level 7 Ranger (Gloomstalker) / Level 5 Rogue (Assassin)

Ciel: Lightfoot Halfling, Level 6 Barbarian (Wildheart) / Level 6 Druid (Moon)

Danny: Drow (Seldarine), Level 9 Paladin (Oathbreaker) / Level 3 Warlock (Fiend + Blade)

The Celestial: Aasimar Forest Gnome, Level 10 Wizard (Transmutation) / Level 2 Cleric (Knowledge)

Rose: Human, Level 12 Bard (Lore)

[Beware of Spoilers Below!]

Tommy

Not romancing anyone (obviously, he's 15)

Best friends with Wyll, Karlach, and Gale. Shadowheart is too cool for him, he's way too intimidated by her. Lets Astarion do whatever the hell he wants. Lae'zel scares the shit out of him. Adopted by Halsin the moment he meets him.

Just wants to hang out with the cool tiefling kids

Very easily persuaded by Raphael. Wyll and Karlach are constantly trying to talk some sense into him.

Aylin is the coolest person he's ever met

Sobbing his way through the horrors of Faerûn—I can see him in a little crumple at Withers feet, blowing his nose on Withers' decaying robes as bone daddy breaks the fourth wall and stares into the camera miserably

Eventually hardens into a truly terrifying force to be reckoned with (Karlach is very proud)

Tommy has two hands, one for Scratch and one for the owlbear

Dev

Romancing non-Ascended Astarion and fucking Halsin occasionally, Lae'zel and Shadowheart are xyr besties (xe forces them to get along), Gale amuses the hell out of xem, Wyll and Dev are constantly trying to one up each other's stories

It's either Ethel or Volo, whoever xe comes across first, but that eye's out of xyr head comically fast

Just wants to talk shit with Withers all day, hates that he never has much to say to xem

Wants to kick the shit out of Rolan but keeps saving his life somehow

Always covered in blood. Like it doesn't make sense half the time. How did that much blood splatter on xem? Why is it still on xem?

Absolutely head over heels in love with Gale, friends with and trying to fix everyone, Astarion terrifies them but they won't give up on him, they know there's a good person hiding beneath that veneer

Panicked and accidentally yeeted a gnome

Tried a tadpole once, wasn't for them

Holding Gale's hand and squinting through every dark space

Sleeps cuddling the owlbear and is always covered in feathers

Adam/Eve

In a relationship with Lae'zel, didn't get along at first but Laez grew to respect A/E and A/E was charmed by Lae'zel's... strengths. Shadowheart is their sister, hates it when the girls are fighting. Friends with Gale and Karlach. Doesn't trust Wyll fully. Never let Astarion join them. Immediately enamored with Halsin but Lae'zel is... stronger.

Normally out of spell slots cause they're terrified of long resting

Loves potions and alchemy, will stop every 30 meters to pick yet another sprig of balsam

Doesn't make deals with villainous beings. Doesn't trust any voices in their head. Doesn't respect any gods they come across.

Loviatar loves them

Lucía

In a relationship with Karlach, best friends with her and Wyll, had a crush on Shadowheart before meeting Karlach, never liked/trusted Astarion and staked him the minute he tried to put his fangs on her throat, Jaheira is her idol, probably left Lae'zel to die (cause she didn't want to upset Shadowheart)

Speaks to every single animal, picks every single lock, looks in every single barrel, fails almost every charisma check

Scratch is always by her side

Will go to Hell for her besties 😉🥲

Ciel

Dating Shadowheart, really close with Astarion and Minthara... But, seriously, they have a big redemption arc. They grow and change alongside Shadowheart, both goth edgelords are completely changed by the end

Starts the game eating every tadpole (like the Guardian barely has to suggest the idea, it's already in their mouth) but goes one step too far and suddenly becomes terrified of what it means to be monstrous(/illithid)

Diplomacy? Ha. Sorry, that's not for them. They only like talking to animals and corpses.

Loves permanently seeing invisibility...

A loot goblin, their high strength score is great for fighting and jumping and shit, but mostly for the increased carrying capacity

Mol is their idol

Danny

I'm honestly not sure who they'd be in a relationship with, I think they'd be close with everyone but I don't think they'd be in a headspace for anything more than friendship over the course of the game, maybe after the fact they'd grow closer with Shadowheart but that would just be my headcanon, they wouldn't romance anyone (no matter how much Withers mocks them for it)

They are doing everything they think is right in the moment, though they'd regret rash actions later

They empathize greatly with the undead and hate people like Balthazar who twist them to their will

No one threatens a child in their presence. Well, no one who's still alive.

They cannot pretend to be under the Absolute's thumb, they are going in swinging every time, no chance for diplomacy or manipulation

They pick up a teddy bear early on and it never leaves their inventory

The Celestial

In a physical relationship with Halsin, slept with Astarion but now they're just very good friends, sees Karlach, Wyll, and Shadowheart as eir children, loves and is very intrigued by Lae'zel, doesn't like Gale at all (cannot and will not trust a wizard like him)

Always has the Disguise Self spell going, and it's always a different disguise

Eir traveler's chest is filled with the weirdest collection of random shit you've ever seen: noble portraits, rotten eggs, gold chalices, a couple goblin corpses, poutine, 30 mindflayer tadpoles, etc.

Chats with every corpse, even the ones ey killed

Lorroakan can (and does) eat shit

Despises everything about Orin, zero redeemable qualities—even her shapeshifting, eugh, it's so... crude, no grace or skill

The moment the Celestial learns Otto's Irresistible Dance is the last moment Faerûn knows peace

Rose

In a passionate romance with Wyll but he's very good friends with everyone (they are all his children)

Does everything within his power to avoid violence. Will charm, sing, and sneak his way across Faerûn

Adopts every child and animal he comes across

The hardest thing he has to do is tell people to stay in camp. Why can't everyone always be in his party? They all make him feel so bad...

Always taking long rests (doesn't want people being tired or hurt) and spends an hour cooking a delightful meal with Gale every night

#yes i'm a habitual multiclasser #if you can't tell #thanks for the ask!#asks #bg3 #cast #tommy #dev #ej #a/e #adam/eve #lucía #ciel #danny #the celestial #rose #dnd

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hihi I'm back again, and here to ask who in the cast you think has the skill to do hair/up do's?

I'm 5'9, but my hair is now down to my mid thigh, and like around three feet long ?? I haven't chopped it since 2018, only trimmed it. Yet I only know how to do a simple braid, my hair basically lives in a low ponytail lol (though my mom will still do my hair if I ask her for help, which I'm grateful for)

anyway I got to read vol 2 of the manga and I remembered that the artist drew their interpretation of Lilith. So, it made me wonder if Beel or Belphie would know how to do hair, since they were the closest to her, and if she ever asked them for help?

I think Levi would be able to follow any tutorial, or figure out how to do something by trial and error since he cosplays (I bet he made his ruri-chan wig himself). I'd love to show him a picture of the heroine from whatever anime I'm watching and ask if he could help me recreate their style

Asmo we've seen in the dame cards, he's done some cute hairstyles!! I bet I could go to him if I had a fancy event.

I still think about Mammon's dame card... The chokehold it has on me is wild. We saw him do his own make-up in the art, and I think it was said he made his own outfit. So he's a maybe I could go to him? Or he'd put a lot of effort into learning because he knows it'd make me happy lolol

Barbatos also looks really pretty in the dame card !! I haven't read that devilgram, so idk if he did it himself, but what can't he do? I know in TTWF devilgram he literally makes MC's outfit and it made me SWOON

my last thought is if you can just do stuff with magic instead. Does it drain your energy to keep the style, or is it a one and done kinda spell, and don't gotta worry about it? Could a really powerful sorcerer change their hair color, and never have to worry about it fading? That'd be really cool, since I need to re dye the streaks in my hair. That would save lots of money LOL

okay I'm done 😅 time to wait ten billion years for my hair to dry now and try drawing (aiming for every other day to create something new to get better!!)

- ✨ anon

HOW do you handle having hair that long?!?

I'm 5'7" and I used to have my hair down to my low back. It was during the pandemic when I couldn't exactly go get it cut, so I just let it grow lol. And it grows dang fast, but I don't think I've ever had it past the low back area??? Do you accidentally sit on it sometimes? Or is it usually okay because you have it tied back?

All I know is I was so relieved to chop it all off lol! It's super short now, which is how I like it. It takes me ten minutes to wash and style it. I just don't have the patience to maintain it when it's long. And it's naturally curly, so having it short also means I can just let it curl and not worry about it. Ah but I am pretty envious because I always wanted to be able to have one of those really long, thick braids...

Anyway, getting off topic here, back to the question! I do think magic can be used to alter hair! I think sometimes you can get stuff that's temporary (I do believe there was a daily chat about this where Asmo put some kind of potion or something on Lucifer and Mammon?), but I would be surprised if there wasn't some kind of magic spell to permanently keep your hair whatever color you want. I think it's probably just a one and done situation so you wouldn't have to maintain it. Or at least, they'd want to develop something like that because otherwise it wouldn't be worth it right?

As for the characters, I agree with your assessments! I do think in a general sense, they'd all try their best to do your hair if you needed them to.

But as for who would already be capable without having to learn first, I think Asmo is a top contender. Barb can absolutely do anything and I don't doubt that styling hair is something a good butler should know.

I think Levi is another good option for the same reasons you said! I think he probably does have some skill at wig styling! And due to his ability to do costuming in general, I kinda think he'd be able to do a good job on real hair as well if he wanted to.

I love the idea of Beel and Belphie being good at it because of Lilith. Like I'm imagining they only know some really basic styles that were her favorites, but they're happy to do them for you any time. Maybe they get a little misty eyed while doing it because it reminds them of her so much. Awww...

I actually think Lucifer would do a good job, too, but expect to be sitting around for hours because he's gonna make sure no hair is out of place. Only perfection will suffice.

I think Mammon probably mastered whatever style he needed for his dame outfit, but I do think he would learn for you if you wanted him to.

Satan probably already learned from a book or maybe just from watching Asmo doing his hair. But I could see him wanting to do really elaborate styles or maybe using magic to style your hair.

I think Solomon would also be someone you could try, but he would absolutely use magic. I think if you really wanted him to, he would know how to do simple styles by hand. I could see him being really happy to carefully braid your hair by hand. But he wouldn't be able to resist a little bit of magic, maybe to give it an extra sparkle or a streak of color~ I think he'd develop all kinds of hair styling magic if you wanted him to lol.

Diavolo strikes me as willing but perhaps not the best at this particular thing... he doesn't exactly have experience with his own hair.

And I'm not sure about Simeon. I feel like he's pretty competent (except for technology obviously), so he would probably be able to learn how to do it fairly easily. But I don't know if he'd already have some knowledge. Same with Raphael. Though I love the idea of both of them like... doing the hair of little angels~

Mephisto would know about a bunch of fancy Devildom styles, but would he be able to do them? I think you might end up with your hair braided like a horse's mane instead.

Thirteen would know how to do everything. She's got her own long hair and there's no way that she hasn't experimented with it over the years! I love the idea of her doing your hair and her own hair in the same style so you match.

Anyway, I hope you have been able to get some drawing done! Every other day is an excellent goal! I'm rooting for you!!

#I liked having long hair #but I don't regret chopping it #I go through phases with it lol #but I don't expect I'll grow it out again any time soon #obey me #obey me nightbringer #✨ anon #misc answers

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elizmanderson · 9 months

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(For the ask game)

I've heard you mention 'Remarkable Retirement' a few times. And I NEED more information so I can propperly obsess.

Thanks:)

SO GLAD YOU ASKED

first of all, obligatory plug because The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher is out now in hardcover, paperback, and ebook, with an audiobook pending! you can find tbr and buy links (plus fun stuff like a "which character are you" quiz) at my linktree.

(I also have a shiny new website if you prefer a traditional website format or if that's more accessible to you)

okay anyway

the inspiration is exactly what you'd think it was

for anyone who doesn't know yet, the book was inspired by this post that I saw on tumblr years ago when I had my original account

...except it's not a series, she's 83, and she had one cat in the first draft who got cut because I simply cannot keep track of characters' pets, rip Mittens

here's a plot summary

which I c/p'ed from Goodreads just now, but I wrote this summary myself except for the lovely blurb from SJ Whitby at the bottom

You're never too old for adventure.

When you’re a geriatric armed with nothing but gumption and knitting needles, stopping a sorcerer from wiping out an entire dragon-fighting organization is a tall order. No one understands why 83-year-old Edna Fisher is the Chosen One, destined to save the Knights from a dragon-riding sorcerer bent on their destruction. After all, Edna has never handled a magical weapon, faced down a dragon, or cast a spell. And everyone knows the Council of Wizards always chooses a teenager—like the vengeful girl ready to snatch Edna’s destiny from under her nose.

Still, Edna leaps at the chance to leave the nursing home. With her son long dead in the Knights’ service, she’s determined to save dragon-fighters like him and to ensure other mothers don’t suffer the same loss she did. But as Edna learns about the abuse in the ranks and the sorcerer’s history as a Knight, she questions if it’s really the sorcerer that needs stopping—or the Knights she’s trying to save.

“Beyond the utterly charming premise of this wonderful book, you will find dazzling wit, a cast of delightful characters, and a plot that will sweep you away. At heart, this is a love story, but one that shows the depth and complexity of love in all its permutations. But my very favourite thing about this book is how it makes me believe in a kinder, better world.” - SJ Whitby, author of the Cute Mutants series

no-context spoilers aka random shit in the book that I like to mention now and then for funsies

handkerchief magic

a largely useless wizard

"I'm fine" [but she was not fine]

"snickerdoodles"

"we're not flying right into a SHITLOAD OF DRAGONS" (I have a temporary tattoo and stickers with this quote on it lmao it's a fave)

a dragon who thinks he's a lap dog

a dragon who hoards flowers

an extremely self-indulgent kiss-on-the-beach scene

a Soft Old Man™

maybe she's born with it, maybe it's PTSD

idk I'm bad at giving info without a specific question

I could literally talk about this book (or,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,anything I'm writing) all day, but I never know where to start or where to stop when I lack a specific question lmao. so if you have more questions or new questions or questions about anything listed here, please let me know what they are so I can answer them better!

#answered #the remarkable retirement of edna fisher #title game #ask game #e's writing

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irefy · 4 months

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So I went looking for crossovers between two of my favorite series and found distressingly little fic where the characters from both series actually interact so I uh. Did it myself. Enjoy :)))))

When Arthur was told that socerers had been caught, he was not anticipating the four writhing children before him. Pushed to their knees with a force that Arthur, if he weren’t the king, would wince at, they shouted…odd things. Like-

“LET US GO OR FEEL THE WRATH OF BOOMERANG!”

—that.

Arthur’s fingers twitched with the strain of resisting his most desperate desire; to pinch his brow. He’ll have a headache by the time this is done, he can feel it.

Their shouts weren’t the only thing that was odd; aside from the fact that they were literal children, they were all wearing…strange clothes. Vibrant reds, blues, and greens, in styles he’d never seen before.

They continued yelling, speaking over each other at a pace Arthur could not possibly hope to follow. A black haired boy dressed in vibrant red robes with gold accents (and just about the worst burn scar he’s ever seen holy shit) was quite literally spitting sparks. Not even mentioning the boy’s sparkling gold eyes.

Arthur wanted to sigh.

“Leon. What is this?”

“The…sorcerers, my lord.” Leon said, equally baffled. Arthur had known him long enough that he could tell what that specific pause and strain of the voice meant, thank you.

Arthur cannot keep from grinding his teeth. He moved his attention from the kids to his guard, who suddenly looked a lot less triumphant and a whole lot more scared.

“Why are there children on my floor, Sir Kent?”

The sweat visibly raced down the man’s forehead. Arthur absently wondered which droplet would fall from his chin first.

“The—they’re sorcerers, my lord.”

“Yes, I can see that.” As if the sparks and golden eyes didn’t already tell the tale.

“Okay, would someone mind explaining where the fuck we are?!”

Arthur jumped, and his eyes immediately flew to a small girl decked out in greens who, Arthur estimated, couldn’t be any older than fourteen. (Arthur did not have much experience with children, but what he did have experience with is overeager teenagers. Specifically, overeager teenagers trying to lie about their ages to become knights. That was a fun conversation to have with Lord Pelfrey.)

Several of his knights paled, and their eyes slid to her in their scandal. Arthur shuddered. If they thought that was bad, they should try to grow up with Morgana.

Arthur very, very quickly grew to respect women’s vocabularies.

“Toph!” The slightly older looking girl dressed in blues that matched her eyes hissed.

“I mean…that’s not exactly the worst way she could’ve asked,” Said the boy in blue.

“Sokka!” Screeched the girl who had a strange amount of likeness to the boy—to Sokka. Siblings, maybe?

“Cool it Sweetness, it’s not like we all haven’t heard worse from Sparky.”

“Hey! I don’t swear that fucki—that much!” The boy in red (sparky?) shouted. Arthur’s attention, and everyone else’s, it seems, was drawn to the shout. ‘Sparky’ faltered, then paled, and his widened (still gold) eyes nervously darted around the room.

The girl, (Sweetness? Not something that Arthur would ever name his child, but he had never claimed to understand the naming conventions of sorcerers) just hung her head in despair.

Arthur sighed. And finally gave into an urge he had been previously denying himself. He massaged his brow. Yup. There’s that headache.

“…You’re in Camelot,” Arthur said, and then sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time today. He really should’ve listened to the universe early this morning and just stayed in bed. It would’ve saved him so much trouble (and so many headaches.)

“Ha ha, real funny. I get what you’re trying to do here, I do. But you can’t get passed me, The Great and oh-so-wise adventurer Sokka. Where are we really?”

Arthur blinked. What? Do these children collectively have a head injury?

“He wasn’t lying,” said Toph.

Sokka spluttered. Arthur’s bad feeling increased tenfold. Yep. Definitely should’ve stayed in bed.

Then the room exploded.

Well okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. There wasn’t any fire or heat, but the floor moved, in a way that very abruptly reminded Arthur that these children were not just children and were, in fact, corrupted by the evils of sorcery.

Arthur shook his head, dazed. He pushed himself off his side and onto his elbow. His ears rang, and he reached toward the back of his head.

His fingers came away slightly sticky and with a familiar metallic scent—a scent that had cold dread pooling in his stomach.

Arthur pushed himself to his feet, even as he swayed. The floor moved and shifted under his feet, quite literally. Arthur leaned against the pillar he was thrown into. The air was clouded, filled with the dust and airborne sediment caused by shifting rock.

Arthur coughed, as his lungs desperately tried to expel the hazy air. He covered his nose and mouth with his hand. Lord knows breathing in this stuff can’t be good for him.

Harsh hacks echoed from every corner, accusing and mocking in turn. Arthur stumbled along, through the mounds of settling wreckage and to the wall—or, what remained of it.

Arthur stared.

Where his wall once was there was now a gaping hole, a jagged vulnerability. The sun bounced off the dust filling the room, leaving behind brilliant white afterimages that made Arthur blink. The sky shone a bright, brilliant blue, as if the wall to his throne room hadn’t just been blown out by the magical capabilities of a child. The sorcerers were nowhere to be found.

Uneven footsteps pounded their way up behind him in a familiar drum of worry. Arthur turned away from the crumbling wall.

“Sire, should I assemble the Round Table?” Leon asked, even as blood beaded in a shallow cut above his eyebrow.

Arthur hesitated. Too old eyes in too young faces flashed in a tantalizing vision of familiar pain. He closed his eyes and removed his hand.

Immediately, the smell of acrid smoke assaulted him. The memory of the sting of dust, the hacked coughs of the knights, and terrified eyes of Sir Kent.

“Yes,” Arthur said, eyes fluttering back open. Leon’s troubled blue gaze met his. An unpleasant weight settled in Arthur’s stomach, and this time he did not even try to resist the temptation to sigh.

“Ensure they are informed of the situation. We will convene in the council chambers and set off immediately after.”

Arthur’s eyes took one last sweep of the decimated throne room. The broken wall,

and the cracked floor; the people, servants and knights alike, climbing to their feet, white-faced and wide-eyed.

His fists clenched.

“We will stop these sorcerers. I give you my word.”

#avatar the last airbender #atla #merlin bbc #merlin #fanfiction #crossover #arthur pendragon #the gaang #leon the long suffering #is about to suffer a whole lot more

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