So... I wrote a fic about Jujutsu Kaisen. Cause I refuse to believe canon. Anyway, here it is. (spoilers for Shibuya arc and a lil bit for the Culling Games arc) (briefly, it will be available in Ao3. probably) (sorry for bad english and probable inaccuracy with canon)
Kugisaki is moved to another room of the infirmary. Shoko knows she’ll have to do a herculean effort to try revert the cursed technique, but it’s worth it. Furthermore, she can see that the body modifications that were made on the girl’s body are less profond than those made on Nanami’s. And maybe, just maybe, the fact that Kugisaki’s technique affects the soul may help her during the execution.
When she finally stops doing the Reversed Curse Technique, Shoko falls on her knees, all vitality leaving her body. She feels like she is about to die after fighting with such effort against the cursed technique. Hana helps her to get up, as she was there after being called to take off Gojo’s seal, and Shoko took advantage of her presence to ask for help and try reverting the curse’s technique. The woman is reliefed they cured the girl’s physical form, but doesn’t know if they did the same to her mind.
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There are people on the room before Ieiri can stop anyone from entering in. Even though Itadori, Fushiguro and Maki are the only ones to stay in there all the time, the rest of them stays a long time, and it works like this on the following two days until Kugisaki wakes up.
At the first moment, she looks around, confused. One of her eyes is milky and has stretch marks around it, as they couldn’t heal that damage without leaving behind a scar. Kugisaki moans a little because of the pain, squinting her eyes, trying to make the left one see, but in vain. Then, as her gaze falls over those around, her confusion seems to increase with their faces of expectations and tension, and opens her mouth, about to ask what happened, when she remembers she couldn’t speak before.
An avalanche of memories suddenly comes up and burries her under it. Memories from Shibuya and from the week after that.
Then, for the first time in many, many years, Nobara Kugisaki starts crying.
There’s an instant of shock in which everyone can’t do anything except feel their hearts break with the vision of her face getting contorted with pure trauma and pain as tears pour uncontrollably out of her eyes, making clear how broken Nobara is. The following instant, she feels arms squeezing her tightly and continues to cry.
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It’s been a few hours since Nobara woke up. She is shrunken on the litter, and, even though she no longer has the empty look from before, now, it seems her eyes are the epitome of silent pain. Yuji hasn’t left her side since she woke up, and everyone agreed on making shifts to stay close to her.
Suddenly, the infirmary door opens and Megumi enters in.
“Nobara.”
“Ah, hi, Megumi.”
“Do you want to speak?”
“No.”
“Ok. Then, you just need to turn around to look.”
Without knowing what he means, she turns around and immediatly sits on the litter, exclaiming:
“My cane!!”
She practically rips the metal object out of Megumi’s hands, looking at the pink stars pattern with the trans and lesbian flag stamped on the handle, shocked. She asks:
“How did you get it?!”
“They found it on Shibuya and brought it back here. Yuji wanted it to stay here.”
“...thanks, Yu.”
“You’re welcome!” he smiles, and, for a second, just a second, she seems to almost smile back to him.
_
Now that she can walk through the school again, it’s normal to see Nobara wandering around without saying anything, but it’s even more common to see her alone, at her part of the infirmary, staring at the wall while hugging her knees, her eye looking so, so tired.
Maki is the third one on the shift to visit her. They see the colorful cane propped up on the wall and the eyepatch with a heart on it (it was gift from Itadori) on the girl’s face. Just as she enters, they say:
“Hi.”
“Hey, Maki...”
“How are you doing?”
Nobara doesn’t answer.
“Does it hurt?”
“The eye? No. And... the burn scars?”
“Just when they touch something.”
“I’ve never seen your arms before. They’re beautiful.”
“Ah... thanks.”
She sees a hair strand fall over Nobara’s face. Since they started hanging out, Maki sees that this sometimes happened, and always puts it behind her ear. They tries to do the same now. In an instant, Nobara’s eye gets wide and she almost falls back, covering her face with her hands:
“NO!!!”
Maki immediately stops. A second passes until Nobara looks between her fingers and uncovers her face, now flushed, murmuring:
“Sorry... sorry... I’m really sorry...”
“Hey, hey, it’s ok. Don’t apologize.”
“It’s just... that...” her voice almost disappears as she speaks. “...his... hand...”
Maki doesn’t need any more information. She just approaches without raising their arms and sits by her side on the bed. Nobara hesitates for an instant, then her head falls over their shoulder.
_
The cane hits the ground when Nobara enters the other part of the infirmary. Nanami’s eyes meet her and she backs off, getting off the room. She can’t face him. Not yet.
_
“It’s made to wipe you out.”
“What?” Shoko asks, looking at Kugisaki.
“The needles. They stick you and make you get confused everytime you remember a little bit of yourself. They’re parts of his body that he modified to make it look like this way.
Shoko looks at the girl’s face, so shaken by everything that happened.
“...thank you, Kugisaki.”
_
‘She wakes up, feeling like all of her body was under the effect of anesthesia. There’s a point of her face that hurts. She tries to move, but feels heavy. She can barely open her eyes, such big is her tiredness. Her mind seems to be completely empty and she can barely think. Suddenly, someone raises her eyelid delicately and her gaze falls over two men. One of them smiles and says:
“Ah, you finally woke up! How do you feel, Hime-chan?”
She tries to speak about the mess that her body feels like, but her tongue curls up and shows itself as being useless on saying anything. The man raising her eyelid giggles and says:
“Oh, of course, silly me! You can’t speak. But don’t worry, you won’t need it. Instead, I’ll explain you what’s happening, ok? But, before, I’ll just put this behind your neck!”
And he creates out of the palm of his hand an ensemble of black needles.’
Nobara wakes up suddenly and turns around, gets her cane and walks out of the room. She doesn’t know what she wants to do, all she knows is that she doesn’t want to stay there to ruminate that again and again.
She goes to her room on the dormitory and looks at her stuff. She gets surprised they didn’t put everything away when they thought she was dead. Maybe Yuji stopped it from happening. Suddenly, her gaze falls over a small bottle of brown hair dying product.
She takes it. Her hair is now on its natural color, black, and she hates the fact that it’s this way. It always gave her a fucking horrible disphoria. She goes to the bathroom, but stops walking once she hears someone say:
“Ah, sorry. I didn’t saw there was someone here.”
She turns around and sees a person on pajamas with brown skin, long black hair with a pink strand and piercings on the lip. Nobara asks:
“Who are you?”
“Hoshi Kirara. I came here cause of my boyfriend.”
“Kugisaki Nobara. I... kind of live here.”
“Kugisaki...? Ah.” They seem to notice the bottle in her hand. “You gonna dye your hair? Sleepless tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“I know how. Wanna help?”
Nobara was about to say she was fine, until she realizes that, actually, she wants to do anything, except be alone. Then, she nods and they go to the bathroom.
Occasionally, Kirara makes a few commentaries, but they don’t seem to be expecting an answer from Nobara. Instead, they give her space, seeming to comprehend that the girl does that mostly to have someone by her side, to make those haunting thoughts leave.
“You are so pretty!” Kirara exclaims. The morning is arriving when Nobara’s hair entirely brown.
“...thanks.”
“You welcome.”
(this is the part 3 of a fic I wrote. To get the other parts, research for "the shape of two souls")
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Doodle me a Heart ♡
By. Niko and Sunnie♡(or Margo if you're from Discord)
[very short]
A Punkflower one-shot based of my headcannon:
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Enjoy the cuteness of my favorite people♡♡♡
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Miles was doing his math homework at his desk while his boyfriend laid out on his bed with one of his sketchbooks and some of his markers.
"Hey, luv, what ya, think 'bout a dog with 3 eyes in ya art book?" Hobie asked, making Miles look over at him. "Hm, I wouldn't mind. You just draw whatever you want, Hobie. I'll either add to the page or leave it alone," Miles said with a smile as he turned back to his homework.
Hobie smiled and looked down at the sketchbook page, "Alright thank ya, sunflower." He said before flipping to the first page and seeing a self-portrait that Miles drew of himself. That's when he got to work, draw on the white spaces of the page, and he never drew the same thing twice. He smiled at his little doodles before flipping to an empty page and drew out a picture of him and Miles.
Time skip♡
"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend a lot of time together Hobie, this vision work is sumping me." Miles said as he watched hobie slip his boots on, "It's fine sunflower," Hobie said, sliding his mask over his hair and eyes. "I love just being around you." Hobie said before kissing Miles forehead and climbing out his window. Miles smiled before shutting his window and walking over to his bed where his sketchbook and markers sag.
Miles picked up his sketchbook about to lay it on his desk when he saw the drawing of two stick people in the middle of a page with a heart in the middle of them at the bottom of the page it said, "A punks flower" Miles smiled at the page before picking up his pencil and a few markers. He then began to sketch out the faces of both him and Hobie. Keeping a distance between his sketch and his boyfriends art, not wanting to ruin Hobie's art.
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So... I wrote a fic about Jujutsu Kaisen. Cause I refuse to believe canon. Anyway, here it is. (spoilers for Shibuya arc and a lil bit for the Culling Games arc) (briefly, it will be available in Ao3. probably) (sorry for bad english and probable inaccuracy with canon) (this is the last part)
Ieiri told Nobara before most people that she and Kurusu will try to heal Nanami. Nobara is reliefed, but she gets tense. What if, with him, it won’t work?
A little bit of the tension is dissoluted when she finds out the physic healing process worked, but the rest of it remains during the day in which Nanami remains unconscious. This time, Ieiri only lets Nobara stay there because she needs to move between the two rooms to leave and enter the place. The following day to the process, Ieiri (very tired) warns the girl that Nanami woke up in the middle of the night. She immediately gets excited, a little of the shine in her eyes coming back, but her joy dies soon later.
Nanami’s mental state remains the same. He can’t remember a thing.
With her hands trembling, Nobara asks if she can see him. Ieiri tells her that yes.
She doesn’t say a word when she sits by his side. The man has scars that form some kind of outline where his burn scars used to be. Nanami blinks when he sees her, and raises a little his body on the litter.
“Hime?”
Nobara feels a shiver down her spine when she hears that name, but tries to ignore it. She knows it’s not his fault. Then, she sighs and asks:
“Why did you protect me all the time?”
“Kami-sama asked.”
Not always, she thinks. Most of the times, yes. But, on the first time, no. She saw that, in the end of this one time, the needles pierced his neck.
Ieiri told her to be careful, as he was having aggressive reactions towards who approached too much. The only one with who he took it easy was Yuji. However, when Nobara comes closer, Nanami doesn’t show any reaction. She sits, her back against his’, and murmurs, so low that the only one who hears it is herself.
“...you like protecting the newbies, right? ...it was easy to realize it...” she turns around and hugs him from behind. “Don’t worry, Nanami-san. We’ll solve this. We’ll be ok.”
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Nobara looks at her phone, anxious. Okkotsu Yuta came back found out where he was. They asked Nobara to use Ressonance on the needle Shoko took out of her before because it was a part of him. She will do it with pleasure, but she has to wait for Okkotsu’s call to know the right moment of using the technique. As he’s a special grade, he can face him, but her help will be good.
The phone rings. She grabs it in a second and answers the call.
“Hello?”
“Now.” Okkotsu’s voice says before turning off.
Nobara takes the needle. For the first time in the week since she woke up, she permisses herself to remember each moment, each painful thing, each needle, each dead person, each thing she did against her will, and feels the cursed energy flow through her body. Then, she burries the nail on the needle.
She hammers it again. Again. Again. Until the needle disappears.
She walks as fast as she can through the school until she arrives at the infirmary. She needs to see him, needs to garantee it worked, please, she begs for it to have worked...
Nobara sees Kurusu leaving the room. They seems relieved. Now faster than ever, she invades the infirmary and, suddenly, stops. She approaches, cautious, his litter, and murmurs:
“Nanami... san?”
He looks at her. His eyes are overflowing with silent tears.
“Kugisaki.” His voice is hoarse and broken. This man’s voice shouldn’t be like this. “I...”
“Stop” she says. “You... don’t need to say anything, ok?”
“...ok”
She squeezes his hand tightly.
_
The next days are silente and strange, however, a little, just a little, happy and relieved. Because everyone is happy they’re back, but they know that the two of them passed most of the time silent because they shared something nobody else will understand.
When Yuji makes Nobara laugh, she realizes she might be getting better.
And when they manage to get the Prison Realm, Kurusu is there to take the seal out of Gojo and she and Nanami stay close to the cube the moment the Angel frees him, she realizes they will be ok.
(this is the ending for a fic I wrote. For the other parts, search for "the shape of two souls")
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WIP from “The Shape of a Soul”
Part 1 I Part 2
A glimpse at the chapter ‘Furious Determination’. Warning of gore and broken bones, this one is rather dark.
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Until the fog swirled ever so slightly and emerging from it, as though just recently regaining any sort of corporeal form, rose the monster she remembered most. The one leading them all, the one whose brutal hands had left bruises she carried with her still, who had broken her ribs and nearly her arms.
It stepped forward and Marya heard a horrified whimper. Glancing down, she saw that it was holding something in both hands. It flung its left hand forward and Marya watched as two big objects landed heavily in the snow with a dull thudding noise, rolling to a stop.
Her mind felt strangely numb as she stared at the severed heads of the two monster hunters, expressions lax and dead eyes staring into nothing. Blood coated the big man's forehead, while the other man looked as though he had gotten his jaw nearly ripped off.
She forced Atsu and Ivan's heads down so they wouldn't keep looking and she heard them sob, felt them tremble against her. Ivan heaved, almost throwing up and he was shaking now. Atsu was squeezing his eyes shut, making a soft, horrible little noise as he hid beneath her cloak as much as possible.
Beyond the numbness Marya felt a spark of anger grow admits her own terror. A dark, raging fury at those monsters, at what they had done to innocent people and the fear they put into her cousins, her family and neighbors. At her own uselessness.
The leader stepped forward, the fog fading enough to reveal that it dragged a mostly limp body with its other hand, soft whimpers and sobs rising from the person.
It took Marya a moment to recognize Lord Mawa, his magnificent clothes a torn and bloodied mess. It looked like his legs were broken and one arm hung limply from his side as he was dragged by the collar.
Tears streaked his face and he looked nothing like the imposing, powerful lord who had come to save them. He suddenly looked like a boy himself, desperate for aid, for rescue, staring at them like they might be his salvation, while Marya stared back helplessly. She was sure, in this moment, they wore identical expressions.
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