#yandere kenjaku

[ataraxiaspainting]

Old Friend.

Yan Kenjaku x F Reader x Yan Geto.

Synopsis: The stranger looks all too familiar, aside from three peculiar mannerisms. How his fingers creep along the table’s edge. How his voice is too soft, too kind, and not at all cruel. How there are black stitches on his forehead.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, misogyny, use of the word monkey, and descriptions of past physical/mental abuse.

Word Count: 900.

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Flattery comes out from Suguru’s mouth one sentence at a time, the words themselves soothing but the tone not so. After being dressed in clothes you picked out, after being presented with food you loved before captivity, you feel as though you were just revived… reborn. This feeling is foreign and isn’t let into your heart all at once, but little bit by little bit, because you know that Suguru’s gifts are often never superficial, but you also know how fast Suguru’s temper can spew once he has had enough of your antics.

On your knees, that demand is always accompanied by Suguru’s pointer finger facing down to the floor, monkey.

Somehow that collar consistently finds its way into Suguru’s right hand, even without one of his servants giving it to him.

But yet, here and now, you don’t feel the same ominous aura. It’s something darker. Something that for once isn’t directed at you, but the servants Suguru always treated well. So, would that make his aura lighter? You’re not sure. Similar to when it comes to Suguru’s moods and false smiles and truthful lies, you don’t know what to think.

“Master Geto?” You ask, looking past him to the balcony exit behind him. With all the candles put on the table, his face looks nearly fully illuminated, but the shadow covering his eyes is still there regardless. 

“Yes, pet?” Suguru responds, his hands cupping his face as he looks at you. 

“I…” You start, your thumbs caressing one another underneath the long white tablecloth. “Just wanted to thank you… that’s all.”

Suguru chuckles at that. No. Not a chuckle per se. Some sound unknown to you, or perhaps the identity of such was forgotten by you after so many years of being here kneeling at his feet on the floor like a trained mutt. 

Speak.

I’m sorry, Master Geto.

Make it more desperate so I know you won’t make false vows unbefitting of my precious varmint. I’ll even help you. What happens when a dog attempts to hurt its owner?

“Don’t worry about it, [First] dear. You deserve a dinner such as this, for you deserve to celebrate too.” He has never said your name other than when he is displeased with you, so him doing such makes you wince. Suguru takes another sip of his sake, not paying much mind to your innate actions.

They get hit back, Master Geto.

Then what will happen to them next time, if they do it again?

Something will break.

“You look quite divine tonight,” He says, using his knife to split his remaining steak into quarters. He stabs one of the pieces with his fork and chews on it without making much noise.

“Uh…”

“Everything about you is quite beautiful… I can see you becoming my wife one day after all of this is over. That is, if you continue to be so cute and defenseless, it’s your place after all.”

What kind of thing? Speak up.

Anything. A bone… Something they like… Their spirit…

Correct… and what is that thing covering your hand?

“You’re not really eating, dearest… Is something the matter?” He asks. You find yourself questioning if Suguru's concern is genuine. After all, he has faked empathy towards you before, so this wouldn't be the first time.

“No, no… It’s good.” In order to avoid his anger, you proceed to fill your mouth with sake and sesame rice. This amuses him. Does he find your desperation endearing? That would be in character for him, now that you think about it.

A cast, Master Geto.

And what did you do to earn such a thing?

You… broke my hand, after I tried to use the pieces of that broken bedroom window to stab you.

“I’m happy you’re enjoying it.” He grins, leaning in closer. “I have an offer for you. How about we go outside for a walk after this? It has been quite some time since you have seen the full moon, hasn’t it?”

Finally, you can envision a vast expanse of twinkling stars right before your eyes. In the realm of dreams, they reside so near, immune to fading or descending. But you ponder if reality holds the same allure. It has been an eternity since you were last allowed to venture outdoors. Oh, how you yearn for a glimpse of the sky once more.

Tell me, do you think you earned such a thing?

…Yes.

Good. It seems you’re learning.

But the temptation stopped as fast as it came. Dread replaces it in an instant. 

This man isn’t Suguru. You know that much for certain. With every hell he has put you through, you have come to know him and his mannerisms. Those mannerisms are nothing like this man. The thought scares you. Is this man a curse, the same kind Suguru uses against you after every escape attempt? Or is he just a normal man who is acting like him as a placeholder of some sort?

Where… is Suguru?

“...Why are there stitches on your forehead?”

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[i-cant-sing]

What happens to Teen Fushiguro in the Shibuya Arc after Kenjaku & Mahito kidnap her?

Ah yes, I forgot about this one. Okay, so I imagine that they take you underground or wherever their lair is and like idk... cast spells on you to keep you from using your powers against them. You continue to threaten them, hurl insults at them and they find it amusing because 1. You're a child 2. You don't even know how easily they could kill you. 3. You're a child, why are you trying to fight the boss fights??💀

Anyways, you grow on them and they do end up becoming yanderes for you too. I mean, Kenjaku is like grandfather/guardian figure to you, and if like Getou is still alive/concious inside him, then he's like an uncle/godfather figure to you. They're bothe very protective, Getou more than Kenjaku, while Kenjaku is more like those veteran granddads who want you to become the best version of yourself and be independent, so they don't help you unless they absolutely do need to step in, but nevertheless love you. And once you do learn whatever skill/lesson he wanted you to, or actually become independent, he does not want you to use those new skills or become independent and stop relying on him for "protection" (even if u don't want it in the first place) or leave him/try to replace him. Nuh uh.

Same goes for Getou too, only he's far more gentle with you. Of course he wants you to be stronger and independent too, but he's far more likely too jump in to help you way before any true harm befalls you. He's softer in his lessons, always has that gentle smile on his face as he dodges whatever attack you launch on him. Encouraging words as he pats your head while you're on the ground trying to catch your breath.

As for Mahito, he's much more like an annoying older brother who bullies you for shits and giggles but God forbid if anyone else hurts you. I mean he'd still make fun of you for getting hurt, but rest assured whoever harmed you is now obliterated.

Your time with them is spent with Kenjaku provoking you and finding whatever it is that makes you tick and then having you spar with curses or with Mahito (who takes great joy in being a jerk). And sure, compared to all of their other victims, you're in "paradise," but in reality, your mental is taking a plunge very fast. Because Kenjaku and Mahito have realised your trigger point-

Abandonment issues.

So they use that against you. Everyday, they tell you that your father left you, that Megumi never fought hard enough for you because he didn't like you, that Gojo knew Megumi had a sister but he didn't take you in with him, and that the Zenin clan did consider you a nuisance which is why they let Gojo take you to Jujutsu High, just so that Gojo can use you as a weapon.

And sure, you'd argue that none of it is true but when a lie is told enough times, it starts to feel like the truth. So with the constant feed of negative words and being cut off from the outside world, reader couldn't help but believe all those lies, and that's how her self esteem and mental health took a turn for worse. She becomes more isolated, more quiet, more... dead. She lacks the energy to fight off those curses, not even fazed as they come a little too close to actually killing you (obv Kenjaku or Mahito step in before they can). And this is the point where they think that now that they have broken you down, they can start building you up again... and have you join their side of the battle. Of course, you're still against that, just not putting any actual effort into reacting to them, but then... they bring Megumi.

Or well, Sukuna occupying Megumi's body.

You instantly recognised them both- recognised the shift in the energy, recognised the monster who was disguised as your brother and you broke down. Fell to your knees, sobbed hard enough for your body to shake until Sukuna gathered you in his arms and moved to a private space, away from prying eyes.

You cried and cried, and Sukuna didn't need you to actually say anything for him to understand. You were mourning for your brother, who you knew has a target on his back now that he was Sukuna's vessel, who wouldnt be leaving him so easily. He just patted your back and assured you that everything will be alright if you just listen to him, made you remember how he promised that he'd always be there for you, made you promise to stick by his side and nothing bad will ever happen to you.

"Sukuna?" Your teary voice croaked, the curse king hummed in response. "Promise you won't hurt Megumi? Won't let anyone else hurt Megumi?"

Despite everything, you still cared for your brother. You didn't really need him, but the way you begged... Sukuna didn't have the heart to say no.

"Okay. Only if you listen to me." You nodded, sniffling as you rested your head against his shoulder.

From there on, I think that Kenjaku will continue to help you weild your powers to become the perfect vessel for Sukuna (who has actually no intention of using you as a vessel, no he just wants you by his side for eternity, all for him to spoil and pamper). You follow Sukuna's rules, stay indoors and only come out when he let's you accompany him, sometimes he'd let you enter his domain expansion so that you could meet Megumi, who tries to convince you run for your life and don't worry about him.

Now, I like to think that a point comes when Gojo is finally free from the prison realm and is now ready to beat everyone's asses, and that's when Sukuna mentions how he has been having a good time with you, which only provokes Gojo to fucking murder him and even Megumi, before he finally decides to just beat his ass and look for you (probably when you stop Gojo from killing Megumi) and that's how Gojo ends up snatching you away as you scream for Sukuna to not kill Megumi, beg Gojo to let you go because Sukuna would kill Megumi if you're not there. And all of this sounds like Stockholm syndrome to Gojo and the gang, who again, keep you under lock and key.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere Kenjaku #yandere getou suguru #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto x reader #yandere getou #yandere geto #yandere mahito #yandere gojo saturo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere sukuna ryomen #yandere sukuna #yandere sakuna #yandere #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader

[the-broken-truth]

JJK: The Body-Snatcher's Daughter [PLATONIC YANDERE] [FEMALE READER] [PART 1]

Summary: [Name] [Surname] had always been aware of her power, but she never acted upon it or embraced it. She lived her life as a typical teenage girl, going to school, hanging out with friends, and even looking for a part-time job to earn extra money. However, for the past few weeks, she had been feeling as though someone was watching her, and she had caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd. What will happen when she encounters that face during a lunch outing on a Saturday afternoon?

Broken: I don't know everything about Jujutsu Kaisen, so please bear with me.

[Tokyo - Kawasaki City: The [Surname] Estate]

"Here is your allowance." [Name's] Father called out to his daughter before she headed out the door, holding some bills out to her. She looked at the bills before looking into her father's eyes.

"Dad, I have a part-time job and I already got paid yesterday. I don't need an allowance anymore." [Name] explained to her father as she adjusted her satchel around her shoulder.

"I know you have a part-time job, but, I think it would be best if you had a little bit of extra spending money for your outings. After all, you never know if you might see something you want or run into your friends & you decide to treat them to lunch or shopping." Her father smiled at her, causing [Name] to exhale before taking the money, pulling her wallet out of her satchel, placing the additional money inside, and returning it to her satchel before looking at her father's face; he knew what he was doing when he smiled like that, he knew that she couldn't resist his requests when he smiled like that.

"You can be very manipulative when you want to be, Dad." [Name] exhaled, causing her father to chuckle at his daughter's words.

"Only for the best reasons, My Black Pearl." [Name's] Father smiled before his face turned serious before peering into his daughter's black eyes from behind his glasses, "Can you feel anything nearby?"

"No, sir. I'm not picking up on any strange auras today. There are some weaker ones in the city, but none of them are hostile at the moment. I think it will be safe for me to head out." [Name] explained with a serious glare.

"Are you currently repressing your aura?" Her Father asked her, causing his daughter to nod.

"Yes. I've been keeping it repressed for about 3 Days; my aura is constantly getting stronger but I have been able to hide the signature it radiates. No one is going to attack me... Again." [Name] said while looking at the ground before exhaling and turning back to face her father, "Did you hear from Mom, yet?"

"Your Mother is going to be returning in a week; you know how serious she is with her work, but she did swear that she was going to be back in time for your birthday." Her Father smiled.

"She really works too hard... I wish she would take a break sometimes." [Name] exhaled but her father waved her off with a smile on his face, dismissing her concern.

"I've been trying to convince her since we got married...so that's not gonna happen anytime soon." Her Father smiled.

"True..." [Name] turned on her heel and walked towards the door, "See you later, Dad. I have my phone and power bank on me. Call me if you need anything.".

"Have fun, Dear." He called out as she opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it behind her before going to complete his own work.

As [Name] knew that her father had returned to his office to finish his work, she pulled out the key from her pocket and locked the door. Her family lived in the forest, about 5 miles away from the city. The wall surrounding her family's estate and the tall trees of the forest that surrounded her childhood home, greeted her as she turned around. To reach the city, [Name] had to take the bus. Fortunately, there was a bus stop right outside the path that led to the main road.

[Name] placed her hands in her pockets before walking out of the estate, through the forest via the stone path, and to the bus stop before sitting down on the stone bench as before pulled her phone out of her pocket, and scrolled through it mindlessly as she waited for the bus to arrive.

That's when a familiar ping went through her mind, causing her to look up from her phone and start looking around her; she could feel that someone was watching her, but all she could see was the forest, bushes, and road. A frown came to her face as her keen ears picked up on the sound of the bus coming. She looked around one more time before reaching into her jacket pocket to retrieve her bus card just as the massive form of transportation stopped in front of her, and opened its doors to allow her on. She entered the bus, paid for her trip, and sat in the first free seat she could find; unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

[Location Change: Kawasaki City]

The sound of multiple shoes hitting the concrete sidewalks combined with the rolling tires on the main road filled [Name's] ears as she walked down the sidewalk with her black eyes forward and her hands secured in the pockets of her jacket; it was a rather chilly afternoon, regardless of the high-noon sun.

Thanks to her mindless scrolling, she learned that the nearby Tech Shop was making a bundle deal with some of their more desired parts with a 50% discount with the purchase of 30,845 Yen ($200 - If my math is correct) or more; she has been meaning to update her drawing tablet and computer for a while now, no time like the present.

[Name] headed to the Tech Shop and flagged down an employee to aid her; she was looking for new equipment and the bundle mentioned. She ended up spending over 77,113 Yen ($500 - Once again, if my math is correct) as she picked her new tablet in her satchel; making sure to purchase a 3-Year Protection Plan on all her parts. She walked out of the shop and pulled out her wallet, she noticed she had 3084.53 Yen ($20) to spend on lunch and decided to get something quick. She noticed her favorite burger place was across the street and used the crosswalk to cross the street, but that feeling had returned: Someone was watching her. She pretended not to notice and started scanning the crowd for anyone who seemed out of place to her when her eyes landed on something...familiar.

A man was standing on the other side of the street, dressed in a black suit with a high collar. His hair was long and black with a high bun in the back; the only thing that seemed out of place to him was the scar going across his forehead, it reminded her of stitching for some reason.

What's more: This man was looking at her and she confirmed this when the smirk on his face grew the moment their eyes met; he wanted her to know that he was watching her. She narrowed her eyes at him before turning her gaze to look ahead as she made it to the other end of the street and turn away from him to head into the burger place.

[Name] placed her order and paid the cashier for a simple large cheeseburger meal with a [Favorite Drink] with 3 cookies on the side. The cashier gave her a receipt and she stood off to the side until her number was called. She took her food and walked to a nearby booth with 2 seats that were out of the way since everywhere else was taken; it was lunch hour after all. She unwrapped her burger and was about to take about bite when a voice called out to her from directly in front of her.

"That looks delicious."

[Name's] Black Eyes looked away from her burger and locked eyes with him - the man who was watching her earlier and it was that same feeling; she had been feeling it for a week.

"Can I help you with something?" [Name] asked in a calm but clearly annoyed voice.

"Yes. You can stop suppressing your power from me; it's getting rather hard to find you since you are getting so good at concealing your Cursed Energy from me." The man said, his head resting on the fist he had against his cheek while that arm's elbow was resting on the table.

"Cursed Energy? What the hell are you talking about?" [Name] asked with a raised eyebrow but the man chuckled at her words.

"I'm sure you don't know what it's called, but I know that you are aware of your power; you have so much of it and you've become adapted to concealing it to prevent people like me from finding you. However, I know you can feel it; you know who I am... Don't you, [Name]?" He asked with a smile on his face and a 'tender' look in his eyes.

"You're the one who has been following me for weeks." [Name] answered and, once again, he smiled at her with a chuckle.

"Able to detect my Cursed Energy from everyone else's already? You're more advanced than I thought you would be at this age. Then again... I shouldn't expect anything less from my own daughter." He said, making [Name's] eyes get wide.

"What did you say?" [Name] hissed out.

"You heard me. How else would I know your name and this is the first time we talked?" He questioned with a head tilt before stating, "I'm the one who named you."

"Just... Just who the hell are you?" [Name] questioned, trying to keep her calm and not draw attention to herself.

"I am the JuJitsu Sorcerer, Kenjaku. In your case, I am your 3rd Parent. You can call me 'Father' if you want." He smiled at her, expecting her to freak out and ask him questions.

She was silent for a moment before she spoke, "Are you on drugs or something?"

"Pardon?" Kenjaku asked with wide eyes, surprised at what she just said," I don't think that's how you should speak to your own father, [Name]." Kenjaku said.

"Yeah. You're on drugs." With that, [Name] rewrapped her burger and walked over to the counter, got a takeout bag, and placed her food inside before taking her drink and leaving the burger place; leaving a very shocked JuJitsu Sorcerer sitting at the table.

"Kids these days... No respect for their elders." Kenjaku said before standing up and leaving as well, but he couldn't find [Name] anywhere, "She's fast."

[END]

#jujutsu kaisen #platonic yandere #yandere kenjaku #female reader

[xjulixred45x]

I was watching Coraline and out of nowhere this idea came to me...

Platonic yandere! Kenjaku for Geto's child.

like, Geto had a child with Reader (anyone) and everything was happiness in a certain way, Geto and Reader loved and cared a lot about their baby, and the family loved them, they taught them the "proper" way of seeing the world, everything was fine until the events of the JJK0 Movie. Geto dies, Reader may even suffer the same fate.

and poor (child's name) is devastated, but they is taken care of by Mimiko and Nanako (their dear older sisters) and everything goes WELL, not great, but good.

but then Kenjaku possesses Geto's body. Consequently, he finds out about the existence of (child name), and since the child could inherit Geto's cursed ritual, he decides to see if this is the case to see if it is worth it.

What he didn't expect was to start to care in some way about the child, maybe it was because of Geto's body, but he definitely started to have some interest in the child apart from their possible usefulness.

stalking them became a normal ritual for him, in a way taking note of certain "important aspects" that he said would help him if the child came under his wing (which was really just making sure the child ate well or if they was physically healthy), things they were allergic to, he even searched Geto's memory for things they liked and didn't like, all to have a profile of the child.

So, when Mimiko and Nanako appear to him, he KNOWS that (child's name) is nearby, and decides to take the chance. He disappears in front of them and they quickly realize what he was trying to do and go to look for (child's name). but when they find them, they are running straight to their ""father"" and Kenjaku says goodbye to the twins with his shit-eating smile.

The girls yell at (child's name) something, but they're is so happy and glad that somehow their father is alive after a year of anguish, but then they realizes something, the way he hugs them, how he refers to them, and when they look at him and see THAT scar...they realize that they made a big mistake.

that THING is not their father....

Kenjaku is still smiling, but he is in "character" and asks them if they are not happy, but they turn away (or try to) and say the OBVIOUS...he is not their father.

Now, what does this have to do with Coraline? well, precisely the scene in which the other mother transforms for the first time.

Something similar would happen with (child's name) and Kenjaku, who continues to treat them as if they were father and child, introduces them as such to Mahito, Jogo, Hanami and Choso, talks to them like Geto used to do, makes them participate in the games he has with his colleagues, etc.

and (child's name) IS FED UP. Fed up with this man-thing holding them against their will, using the body of their ACTUAL FATHER, ripping them away from the twins and the Family that REALLY loved them, and they feels this is a twisted game for Kenjaku.

So he goes and tells him exactly that, that they are FED UP OF HIM, that they want HIM TO LET THEM LET GO, THAT THEY WANT TO RETURN TO THE TWINS AND THEIR REAL FAMILY.

Now, even after everything, they were never "mean" to Kenjaku, mostly out of fear and uncertainty of the situation, so Kenjaku is a little shocked by this change of attitude, but he's definitely a little irritated that make HIM look like the bad guy when it was THEY who ran into his arms (manipulation there, eh, manipulation).

So he gets more serious, and tells (child's name) that "That's no way to talk to your FATHER."

And (child's name) is like "YOU'RE. NOT...MY. FATHER"

(Mahito, Jogo and Hanami look like a surprised pikachu)

AND KENJAKU "APOLOGIZE....AT ONCE...(Child's name)"

"NO"

Kenjaku is losing his patience, and although he loves (child's name) very much (something like that) he stops, stands in front of them and gives them one LAST CHANCE to apologize for their lack of respect.

"I'm going to give you up to the count of THREE"

"ONE..."

"...TWO..."

"....THREE-"

and using his Curse Manipulation, he throws (Child name) a bunch of small curses that while "harmless" are definitely terrifying. The poor child is screaming and crying in horror and Kenjaku leaves them like that for a while so that they can "learn to be a good child"

and when he decides they have had enough, he destroys the curses that tormented them and returns to his normal patient self. When (child's name) goes to him, all scartched, they lets out an almost inaudible "I'm sorry" and Kenjaku just gives them a Headpat and tells them that "we all tend to have bad mood days" and gives them a cookie.

(bastard).

(I also imagine he uses gravity manipulation to make (child's name) go directly to him, or force them to come and give him a hug.)

I imagine that Mimiko and Nanako are constantly not only trying to kill Kenjaku, but also to find out where he is holding (child's name) captive and save them (let's pretend they don't die, please) along with the family.

I think they would only have a chance in the Shibuya arc, when the twins go to claim him for Geto's body, they also claim him for (Child's name), but obviously Kenjaku doesn't comply with either of them.

but fortunately since Dagon is killed, (Child's name) manages to get out to the outside world, asking for help from whoever, that is, Nanami, Maki and Naobito... until Jogo roasts them and tries to grab them.

(Child's name) runs away, but Jogo is hot on their heels, fortunately they manages to run into the twins and SUKUNA (they is not so lucky, the Twins survive! With horrible scars that Sukuna left, but survive).

While Jogo and Sukuna fight, the Twins take (Child's name) away, happy to see them safe and sound again.

although of course, when Kenjaku realizes it, he won't be happy at all.....

(^his live reaction when he found out that (Child's name) run away)

NEXT PART

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[horizondemise]

Kenjaku in Unexpected Places: The Train

You don’t know when the train car emptied. It feels like just seconds ago, you were being crushed by the crowd and now it’s just you and one other person. A man with long black hair, wearing robes you’d normally see in a temple.

With your head lowered and a book open in your hands, it shouldn���t be obvious that you’re stealing glances at him. Though you can’t get a good look at his face from this distance, you have this odd feeling. A tickling on the surface of your brain, a sort of itch as if you’ve seen him before, but you can’t remember.

You try to shrug it off, try to focus on your book as the train keeps moving. The creak of the only other occupied seat makes you tense up and grip your book tighter. It’s followed by the tap of footsteps approaching from down the car.

Without a word, the man settles into the seat directly across from you. Your eyes lift for just a second and you can see a line of stitches across his forehead. You see the man’s handsome features; dark eyes, a masculine face. A smile is settled on his lips that…sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t recognize his face, but there’s something naggingly familiar about his smile.

He leans forward in his seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he takes you in. The last time Kenjaku saw you, he was in a different vessel. He can remember how easy you were to charm, how eagerly you doted on him and tried to please him. After being forced to abandon you in the past, he thought he may never see you again, but here you are.

Oh, are you…trembling? Gripping that book so tightly in those hands that used to explore one of his past vessels. Those lips that used to please him are set in a tight line. You may not recognize him in this body, but he’ll make sure you remember him soon enough. After all, you’re the last two people in this train car and you’re rapidly approaching the last stop of the night.

#jjk kenjaku #kenjaku x reader #yandere Kenjaku #Kenjaku in unexpected places

[alisdarkwrites]

Yandere mahito and Kenjaku idea

Just imagine darling at first being an experiment for mahito. Just to see how humans worked. What they did, how they reacted. But eventually him and Kenjaku fall inlove with poor darling.

She’s scared of them. There a lot bigger than she is. She’s tried fighting but it never worked. And lately the experiments have been weird. Like small dates. Now they were going to do a new expiriment

How did humans react to being kisses?

I loved this idea so much I made a chai bot about it!

Start a chat with yandere mahito and Kenjaku (experiment darling) on Chai! https://chai.ml/chat/share/_bot_6697b0d8-0e93-4496-afb2-a8d0784fffd5

#yandere mahito #yandere imagines #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere kenjaku #yandere jjk

[molvve]

Sukuna Ryomen

#sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #yandere sukuna #kenjaku #uraume #jjk smut #sukuna smut #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk spoilers #true form sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna jjk #anime

[ultimate-babygirl]

AAAAAUGH Thinkign ab platonic yandere. They don’t want sex or romance they just want you to be their best friend and only theirs.

Similar train of thought: yandere family. You’re their kid, their sibling, their parent. It doesn’t matter as long as you belong to them.

One example I rlly love is the very few platonic ciel fics out there. Where ciel just wants a parent figure so badly so he refuses to let his nanny leave. He just wants to be a child for once, even if it means keeping you locked up so you won’t run off. After all you shouldn’t be afraid of a child anyway. Why won’t you just pity him and give him what he deserves?

Something I’ve been thinking ab a lot is platonic jjk yanderes. Specifically the first years but like. Some of the curses too,,,, and geto and gojo,,,,,,,,

I mean you couldn’t rlly blame megumi or yuuji for wanting someone to themselves. They’ve lost so many people, can’t they just have this one thing? Same for Geto and gojo. It’s lonely being the most powerful people in the world. They just want someone to be soft for.

AND THE CURSES RAAAAAH. I can see why people would think they’d be more on the sexual end of things and im not against that but I think it’s important to note that a lot of curses were once human (sukuna and kenjaku for example). Imagine being someone they felt close to before they finally changed. You’re horrified by them but you’re also the only person they even like and they won’t let you leave them. Sukuna would hold you close. He’s give you anything to keep you happy as long as you’d just stay with him.

Kenjaku is one I think would be on the familial end. You’re like his kid and he doesn’t want you to grow up. You’re so small and helpless and you don’t really understand that he’s not a good person. He’d hate for you to grow up and not see him as your father anymore. He’ll do anything to ensure you remain his little one.

#jujutsu kaisen #black butler #ciel phantomhive #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #yuuji itadori #geto suguru #kenjaku #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #yandere #platonic yandere #I’m aromantic and sometimes i just rlly love this idea

[undermine-the-instinct]

Stop looking at me with those eyes!! JJK Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Sukuna, Mahito, Kenjaku, Choso.

Warnings: YANDERE. Minors DNI. Due to the nature of said characters I will classify this as yandere/ darkfic. Soft(?) Gore mentions.

(A.N:I don't know what you did to get these men's attention, but good fucking luck, lol)

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Love is what they call it, this lesser thing beings pursue for some semblance of worth, importance. A liability, and a weakness that {Sukuna} doesn't have. But he supposes that is love by human standards. Curses fare no better. He will not debate whether curses can love or not, he does not exist to either, and he will hold himself to no standards but his own.

You are soft and sweet in his arms, and he enjoys that. Your sounds please him, whether in pleasure or pain. He savors the taste of your blood on his tongue. He wants to rip you to shreds, but he holds himself back. It will be too troublesome to find someone good enough to replace you.

So he supposes that he loves you, in his own way. The only way that matters.

He admits that he greatly enjoys the way you look at him. Your eyes shine, and while mortal means of wealth never enticed him, these are the only jewels he wants to hold in his hands.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes."

You're held up against his side, cradled in one pair of arms, bloody and tired and limp. He is not quite sated after his latest binge, and so he holds you; the remains are scattered around you both, twitching and shivering in the open air. Much like you are, you have to stop that–Predator instincts demand he sinks his teeth into you. Your flesh is a delicacy that he knows well.

But your sweet eyes– so wide and tinged with horror, are alive and bright, like lanterns cutting through the dark mist of night. So pretty. What would he do without them?

"Stop looking at me like that pet, or I'll pluck your eyes out again, like the pretty jewels they are." They were soft and veiny in his mouth, popping like gushers. Reverse cursed technique keeps you in one piece.

As if to taunt him, your eyes gleam brighter with your tears, and his hands twitch around you.

He must always catch himself. Sometimes he doesn't. He wants to keep going, keep going further and further till you're nothing more than viscera, blood in his mouth. Until the pain turns you into a curse, held above them all, just like he is. It would be better for you. It would be better for him.

But, no, not yet. He enjoys your human softness. He deserves it.

"Oh dearest." Your tears fall out unbidden, and he sighs, brings you up to his face, and licks the tracks they run down your face. Sweet, just like the rest of you.

You will stay here forevermore. You will never belong to anyone else, much less yourself.

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{Mahito} is a creature born from every nasty thing humanity has ever felt or thought or done. A maelstrom, a calamity. Not a catastrophy. He is still happening after all.

Love is twisted for him, it's a thing of malcontent for him. In fact, it's one of the main things that made him up. A lover's anger at a cheating partner, vicious joy at their pain, the satisfaction of a lover's vengeance. The soft vindictiveness that comes after, when you pick up the pieces and put them back together again. It twists and quivers up in the light, and Mahito offers it all to you with a smile and horrid gleam in his dual colored eyes.

"Stop….stop looking at me with those eyes." You can barely whisper. There is a weight in your chest. Mahito quirks his head, a mockery of innocence, and doesn't even pout to make light of the situation, like he usually does.

Maybe its because he's never gone this far before. His pupils are blown out, leaving hardly any color, and they don't leave you. It scares you. He is smiling, he has been smiling this entire time, and you hate that smile. It has never been a good thing.

"Do I scare you?"

You keep quiet. Because you can't think, and you know better to blurt out the first thing in your head.

Yes, yes, you do. You know you do. And I know you like that.

"Your soul is finally trembling back into place." He hums, trailing his hands along your prone form, and you can't help the little whimper that slips past your clenched teeth. You can't handle it again. But Mahito grins, and squeezes, hard. Like a child with a fresh new toy. You're sure he's leaving bruises. The kindest touch he's given you so far.

"I worried for a moment that I'd have to mish-mash you back together, but you're fine. We're fine."

You are not fine. You are absolutely not fine.

"I tried to be gentle, like you asked me to. I tried to be considerate. But, just, look at you." The shaky exhale of his breath sends your heart racing, and your hands rush over to clamp over his wrists. He lets you.

Your skin is broken and bruised and bleeding. Your head is fuzzy, but panic keeps you alert. Your heart lugs in your chest, heavy and thumping and you feel the blood pound in your ears, it makes you want to tear yourself out open in order to stop the sick rhythm. You are sore, and you can't tell what exactly is broken, or bent out of place, but you're not dead, not this time.

You don't know how many next times you have.

Mahito softly shakes his head, looks down at all your broken and bloody bits. A breathless smile spreads across his face, while his brows furrow in question.

"How am I ever going to replace you?"

You whimper.

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{Kenjaku} has means of helping you 'reincarnate'. He says helping, but really, you don't have a choice in the matter.

He has done this dozens of times, every time he obtains a new body. You are always the first thing he attends to after, your resurrection is priority. He wants your opinion, he says, and your attention, he doesn't. Your love. You're the only one worthy, and interesting, enough of standing by his side. You will remain there.

He smiles at you in this new meat suit, long black hair and smooth skin, a monks ensemble. He sits cross-legged, chin in hand.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes dearest."

"Or what? You'll pluck them out again?" You join him at the low table, if only to glare at him closer. He smiles, almost blissful.

"Not this time, I think this form suits you more than the last. I'd hate to blind you once more."

"I'll kill you one day, Kenjaku." He nods, mockingly.

"They say love is the greatest curse."

"You don't love me." You don't hiss, you don't growl or grit the words out through clenched teeth. Your hatred and malice is a dark, cold thing, settled in the pits of your belly like sediment at the bottom of the deepest ocean. It slips from your lips like the oldest poison.

"We've done this song and dance for centuries. Your morbid curiosity and lust for power is what keeps me here. I'm a pet."

"No love," he reaches over and boops your nose. He has gotten more playful in this body, and it makes you see red. It makes you afraid.

"You're an experiment."

"Like your cursed wombs?"

"No, something more personal." You roll your eyes, and move to serve your own tea. Fuck him.

"And what experiment am I an unwilling participant in, hm? How long it takes to break me?"

"How long it takes for you to love me," he corrects. The lines of the body's scar are shiny pink in the light. You want to tear it bloody.

"Which is one and the same, I suppose."

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{Choso} exists for his brothers, and that is all. That is all he wants and all he feels he was truly made for, and there is no room for anything else.

Anyone else.

Much less you.

"Stop looking at me with…those eyes." He doesn't understand adoration, only duty, and he is unused to the soft rapture in your eyes. It is wasted on a being like him, anyways.

"What eyes?" You droll out, still clearly lost wherever your mind went. He tries not to think where.

"You know what eyes you're making. Stop it." He hates how the softness leaves you, brow tugging down.

"Oh, sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable with all the, um, staring."

"It's not the staring. It's the reason behind it. Your feelings are wasted on me. Place them elsewhere." You don't flinch but your shoulders hunch, and he does not take back his words. They are true and they need to be said. Your feelings are wasted on him.

He just wishes he didn't return them.

"...I can't help the fact that I love you."

"You don't." You can't. You can't.

"Even if you did, it doesn't matter."

"Don't say that. Of course it matters."

"If love ever mattered my brothers and I wouldn't exist. You would understand the situation, and what this means for all of us. Your love is shallow, because you only see that which is in front of you." He sighs, and does not meet your gaze. He doesn't know what you see.

"There is no future for us." And no future that he can secure you.

His…father created him and his brothers on a vicious whim. He will not let you be dragged into that same cruelty.

There's no need to weep. He lets you leave to compose yourself, and doesn't let you take his heart with you.

A half curse, half human thing such as he– half wretched and half tainted blood, all sharp edges and harsh things.

He was not made for love. He was not made for soft things. He was born for tragedy and he will end that way too, and he will comply with his duties as an older brother.

He can not offer you soft things. Even if he dreams of your smiles.

So, please. Stop…looking at him with those eyes.

#my stuff #my writing #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #sukuna ryoumen #mahito #kenjaku #choso kamo #jjk #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x poc!reader #sukuna x reader #mahito x reader #kenjaku x reader #choso x reader #poc reader #gn reader #headcanon #Yandere #dark fic #minors dni #yandere kenjaku #yandere mahito #yandere sukuna #yandere choso #just in case #angst #gore #dark content #yandere x reader

[gojo-mochi]

Yandere men who are so charming around everyone else… they don’t even have to hide the blood stains on their hands. Laughing it off saying they were clumsy or it’s paint. And of course everyone believes them. Why would they not? They’re so sweet and kind, especially to you, their precious darling, oh how they pepper you with soft kisses and spoil you with treats…

No one believes you when you say that they’re actually insane… playing off as a joke between the two of you when you try to get away from them. His grip on your shoulder tight as he laugh with the neighbor, saying how you were talking about some silly stuff. Guiding you back home safely. His eyes never leaving your body, his hand on your back, his presence all over you…

Kissing your forehead while you cry as he apologizes for not cleaning up his mess in the kitchen. The body still laying there cold on the floor. He makes you sit on the counter and watch as he chop it up, getting even more blood on him and you.. his bloodstain hands on your thighs parting them sweetly. You just looked so delicious and cute watching him work, and he was working so hard… just for you, you know? That delivery guy shouldn’t had touched your hand for that long, he should had known better.. but it’s ok.. he knows you love him when you don’t say a word as he takes off your panties right there in the kitchen. Right in front of chopped up corpse. Letting him slide his dirty red fingers in you, his tongue enjoying how the blood and your own slick taste on his tongue

#BRRR FRRRR GRRRRRRsomeone lock me up #LOCK ME YP #softy spice #softy talks to you​ (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;) #yandere x reader #kenjaku #does kenjaku even have a tag… #yandere jjk

[porquejimin]

Please.

YandereGojo X Reader X Yandere!Geto

AN: no warnings, some cursing and angst but a little light read. Kidnapping and drug and alcohol use implied.

It was raining so hard, and it was so cold, the only way I knew that I was crying was from the warmth and the tears that fell from my eyes down my cheeks, but then once again faded into the rain . I didn’t know if Satoru was crying, but the glistening of his eyes from the small slit I could see behind his glasses, told me everything I need to know what that moment meant. That it mean he was dying and falling within himself at every slight glance upon the forehead of his closest friend. Each stitch throwing us into despair, each stitch breaking his spirit and causing him to spiral.

Here we found ourselves battling emotion, promises, and the dead but alive body of Suguru Geto.

I stood recovering from the last attack and with a gasp leaving my lips. Blood coating my mouth, so bitter. So nostalgic. But to come at the hands of someone I cherished so close. So painful.

I watched Gojo stand and with a pinpoint stare glare at the body before him. But even with his Infinity he was provided no answer, and no answers to the ghost before him. And that meant a desperate Satoru. His eyebrows pinched, and the insanity that colored his blue eyes bright with malice was enough for me to be thankful I was not his opponent.

“Your going to allow yourself to be used..Geto?” Like set on a hair trigger the body of Geto grappled his neck with a fierce grip, and hope grew and festered like hot water that within this vessel, the Geto we knew was there somewhere-fighting desperately to stop this.

My heart kept with unfounded hope. Maybe he was there fighting through his soul to be here. The man who held me close and was relentless in his teasing, but his pursuit for true happiness. A happiness with to all of us. And within an instance it died.

“Oh? I’ve certainly never seen this happen before!” The mocking voice familiar but foreign responded from the lips of Geto as he pulled his disobeying limb from his arm to subdue the little spirit of his vessel he could. He scanned between myself and Satoru, “Though I have to wonder which one of you is causing the invocation of this rebellious action.” He licked his lips and stared darkly, making it apparent to take my body in thoroughly. “I do hope it’s you.”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Shut it right fucking now.” I hissed through my teeth. “You’re not him, you will never be him, and if you can’t give him back.” I unsheath my blade with my body vibrating in pure wrath in blood lust. “Then you deserve to die for desecrating his body!”

“Y/N!” My concentration broke briefly from the strength and severity in Satoru’s voice. I stared at him shocked, and my concentration broken because never had I heard Satoru’s cadence change from playful indifference or flirtatious teasing. This was the strongest of us all giving me a command. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Gojo- you can’t fucki-“ “I said”, he turned suddenly and gripped my face with a speed and intensity that sent a rattle to my bones.

“Fucking leave. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Please.”

His face did not change, his gaze left mine. And for the first time ever, Satoru Gojo abandoned my gaze with indifference.

At first it was a pain in my heart, but then the physiological response kicked in. A sudden realization that he was a monster who would hurt me if I got in his way. The shudder never left me even as he shoved me away. My body wracked with a fever and my eyes swollen as I met the mocking gaze of my enemy, my friend.

And like a coward a fled, the warmth of my tears never leaving.

It was months. I have not left my bed, nor left my hiding spot. For all intensive purposes, I was still an exorcist. But in the hall of my heart, I was sitting waiting to die.

Maybe it was the night I had drink too much, or perhaps it was a night where I had not been paying attention, the windowsill has been ajar, but between the medication and the alcohol, I had told my senses to feel nothing.

What met my eyes in sudden was the walls, so cold but familiar of Satoru’s home. It was the same as the last time I had seen it, the last time I had embraced him, quietly, as a silent companion to his pain as we wet each others shirts with our tears and embraced a silent moment of vulnerable sleep. But the room had lacked an important detail; there was no door.

My breath quickens and I began to slam against the walls, looking for gives, the absence or surplus of cursed energy. Anything that would give away a secret entrance or exit to the room that I was presumably held captive in. It was only after an hour did I realize that this was a room I would not be let out of until the person who has created decided I was to be left out. I did not have the power, nor the cursed technique remove myself from the room in one piece.

It seems that the moment I realized that, my captor had come to the door. I stare directly into his blue eyes, and I recalled there was a time where I would’ve thought them as beautiful as the sky, endless and full of infinite possibilities. I recalled how lucky he was to have such beautiful eyes. But those eyes now stared back at me in madness with a slight flooding of tears ready to torrent.

I studied my hands, initiation, my voice quiet , “Satoru, w-where am I-“ “ Your home.”

I tilted my head in question, “This looks like your room. This isn’t my home. We need to talk about what happens. Where is he? Where is Kenja-“

“Geto is dead.” His eyes did not waver and stared back at me with an intensity that trembled me down to my cells. “That thing is not him.”

“He’s dead.”

He strolled very slowly toward me and placed his hand familiarly on my head and trailed to my face. Suddenly our faces were closer than they had ever been before, and his mouth pinched in pain before his features settled in an instance. His eyes opened with a madness and a smile that looked more angry than happy.

“But you’re not. You’re here and-“ he sniffled “You were always here. You were his, and mine. You were ours.”

“S-Satoru I wasn’t-“ “You were ours. You were the last little,” he pressed his large fingers against my lips to stop my frantic mumbling as he continued his rant “piece of happiness. And Geto is gone. Suguru was mine.” He gripped the hair that hung in my face but just as quickly soothed it behind my ear as he got even closer, and my anxiety and fear caused my breath to quicken as a response to his intensity and proximity.

“But your were also mine. We belonged to each other, to take care of each other. Love one another. Suguru is dead.” He shuddered and placed his lips against my forehead in a seemingly loving caress, the vibration of my body due to fear didn’t stop Satoru from pulling me close and caressing the edges of my body lovingly.

“But your not. And I’m going to keep it that way. We have always belonged to each other, so you’re going to stay with me, as close as I can keep you.”

I shakingly pull at his hand to speak. “Satoru. Please.” My voice only to come out a whimper. my eyes clouded with tears and face swollen.

His eyes glistened worth sadness and madness, a devastating pair as his grip tighter and his face rested against my own. Desperation dripping from his voice.

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

#angst #yandere #jjk #yandere gojo #yandere geto #kenjaku #yn #reader insert

[i-cant-sing]

How do you think the relationship between Kenjaku and Fushiguro reader would be?

Kenjaku, a manipulative bitch through and through, would have a soft spot for you (perhaps because some part of Getou is still alive in him). I mean, if it were anyone else who disrespected him the way you do on the daily, he would've tortured them to their deaths.

But you? He views you as a little kitten. Yes, you have an unusual amount of cursed energy, but do you know how to properly use it? No! Not without hurting your tiny self.

He's rather amused by your attempts to hurt him. And sure, sometimes kittens are able to land a nasty scratch or two, but all he needs to do is pick you up by the scruff of your neck and give you a good shake to set you straight.

Kenjaku could crush you with his bare hands if he wanted to. But does he? No, because he's nice and he most definitely does not have any ulterior motives.

So, be a good little kitten and continue playing cute and you'll be taken care of💖

I wouldn't say Kenjaku is necessarily protective of you, no, not when he's the one who's decided to become your sparring coach and give you a beating down ("training" as he likes to claim). But he does take care of your injuries later, albeit in a condescending manner. And more importantly, while he let's you escape him and run around wild in Shibuya, he's always keeping a close eye. He'll watch you battle whatever curse has come your way, a proud smile when you kill it, but he'd purse his lips if he senses you're gonna be in unfathomable danger.

Then, and only then would he swoop in to save you, being sure to patronise you when he bandages you up.

After all, he has to take care of his new vessel...

#yandere Kenjaku #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere geto #yandere getou suguru

[unnecessaryyandere]

Kenjaku leaves me feeling parched.

#moodboard #kenjaku #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #og content #collage #collage art #yandere #geto suguru #well his body #villian #thrist trap villans are my everything

[xjulixred45x]

If Child reader of Platonic Yandere Kenjaku meets Gojo...

Before anything, this is NOT a continuation of THIS one, that is more a scenerio of "What if", this is what i call the Route to the "True Ending" for Say something. NOW lest continue.

Also, this idea was kind of given by @kiracrzy-blog (thanks for that one Sweetie! Hope You enjoy!)

Satoru probably knew about (Child reader) even before the whole disaster, he would know that Geto had a child, but he didn't have much else, Suguru was very careful with them and their mother to prevent them from going after them (Even more if the child have inherited his cursed technique), but Satoru was definitely very curious about the child.

That's why he wouldn't know how he would interact with them if he ever met them, I mean, he LITERALLY killed their father and couldn't stop them from killing their mother, why would they want to see HIM of all people? He also had time to think about it in the containing prison.

A part of him wanted to meet them, see what they were like, were they more like Suguru or more like his mother? Were they extroverted or introverted? What was Suguru like as a father? And their mother? Did they suffer a lot when they died? Did they know that THAT THING was controlling their father's body?

Many of those answers were resolved as soon as he was released.

NOW, Gojo is much calmer and more mature than one would expect in the situation, he can see that (Child reader) has already been through a lot and he doesn't want them to be more afraid of him than they probably already are. He wants them to also get answers to their questions, so he sets up some small outings, nothing too complicated, just going to eat something somewhere safe and Satoru lets them ask them questions in exchange for the same.

Satoru was happy to hear that Suguru was a good father, that (child reader)'s mother was a good mother, that they lived a happy life...until Suguru died and Kenjaku arrived in his place.

Satoru is surprised that they (Child reader) don't resent him, but then he says something he wouldn't have expected at this point.

-"You may have killed my dad...but you were my father's only best friend...we can let things be...get over it...you mean a LOT to My father even...after all..."-

...that was so...wow, (Child reader) has power, they made the strongest sorcerer of today almost cry. He didn't think he needed to hear that SO MUCH...

although of course, not everything is so positive, Satoru has to retain all the anger he feels when hearing how Kenjaku came to treat (Child reader) using the body of their OWN FATHER and he may even have to console them, because well, it's HORRIBLE that distort the image of a person you love like this.

Satoru promises, SWEARS to (child reader) that after winning against Sukuna, he will go directly against Kenjaku and when he kills him, both will give him a dignified burial with the twins, and if the changes are in their favor, the WHOLE family of Geto. and (Child reader) feel light for the first time in God knows how long, they being with Gojo Kenjaku won't be after them. They are safe, they are not alone.

I think that in general, during the entire month of preparation that Gojo does before the battle against Sukuna, he takes advantage of every gap in his schedule to spend time with (child reader) and be a kind of "fun uncle" for them (he may even try to start a conversation with the twins, but it doesn't always work). He shares sweet things with them, tells them stories from when he and their father were young, he may even teach them a couple of useful techniques for hiding and so on.

Gojo carrying (child reader) on his shoulders while they go somewhere fun or while Gojo uses his infinity to float 🥺it would be so healthy..

Meanwhile Kenjaku is pulling his hair and biting his nails because GODDAMED! He can't get (child reader) back if they are not alone!if he get even a little close to Satoru he will kill him! And now (child reader) and Gojo are TOGHETER ALMLOST EVERY DAY!! and at the same time he is soooo jealous that (child reader) is having such a good time with Gojo. He's their DAMN FATHER (in his crazy head at least)! And (child reader) acts more as if his enemy is more worthy of their affection than HIM):< (HE IS, but he will never admit it).

The good thing is that neither Sukuna nor Uraume are interested in helping Kenjaku in this, they already dislike him, but now that he spends his time complaining about a human child and since he wants them back, it is strangely tolerable, they are not going to ruin all returning them to Kenjaku. Part of them are just happy that Kenjaku is suffering for the first time in thousands of years.

Returning to the topic, I also imagine that (Child reader) shares everything that Satoru gives or gives to Choso and the twins, shows them his new clothes, saves candy for them, tells them excitedly about his day with Gojo, etc. .

Choso is so happy to see (Child reader) FINALLY be a child their age, get excited about these kinds of things and I think he would thank Satoru directly for everything he does for them even if he knows what happened in the past ( by not fully understanding humans and partly also because of all the positive feelings that have happened to Child reader)

Mimiko and Nanako are happy for (child reader), very happy, of course, they can't completely forgive Satoru, but damn, this could be the first step to HEALING (child reader), of returning to normal once everything is over , to be a family together again... who knows... maybe Gojo can be part of it... being so important to Geto...

Gojo is fine with just being a friend to (Child reader) in the future or being part of their family, as long as he is PART OF THAT FUTURE, and that future is HAPPY AND SAFE, he is fine with that, even if they don't want to see him more.

a better world is the least they owe to being Geto's child... a world where they should not have gone through all the pain and trauma they had, where he didn't have to kill their father... he wants that ( child reader) TO BE A CHILD.

So when he loses the battle against Sukuna and sees Geto on the other side, he doesn't know what to say, how to ask for forgiveness from him.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't keep his oath, he couldn't bury Suguru with (Child reader), he couldn't see what will happen to him...HE FAILED THEM. NOT ONLY THEM, BUT ALSO SUGURU.

He left his child at the mercy of the world (with that PSYCHO still alive!!). hell, a child that Geto himself should have been able to raise if he had had different circumstances, if Geto had been there, supporting him, along with his child, both happy, safe, alive...

well, (child reader) is.

Suguru would try to console him, it's not his fault he died after all, he gave everything he had, Sukuna plays dirty......Suguru (and his wife) are grateful that at least Satoru spent the time he did with their child, trying to make a better world for them. They are grateful to him.

and (Child reader) will not be alone. Satoru KNOWS that, he can be at Peace, al least a little knowing that.

______

(Child reader) only sees on the screens (while Choso and Nanako try to cover their eyes) the result of the battle, Sukuna has won, Satoru lost.

Kenjaku is still alive.

but nothing stay still too long. then everyone is going to fight, those from Culling Game, the students, special grades, Yuji...

Choso puts a hand on (Child reader's) head, Mimiko and Nanako prepare to fight, they know what it means, they don't know how they feel about it(they already had a LOT of emotions to deal with), but they know what they have in mind.

Kenjaku is going to die. whether he like it or not.

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[horizondemise]

Kenjaku in Unexpected Places: Outside Your Door

The knocking started around midnight and you’ve spent the last half hour just hoping it will stop. Feeling so sure that it must be a grief-induced hallucination. The man standing outside can’t really be there. You know that Getou Suguru died so that can’t really be him standing on your doorstep.

Your pulse quickens as the knocking becomes stronger. A pounding that echoes through your home. It makes you feel like you’re going insane. Even covering your ears can’t stop the sound and you feel tears sliding down your cheeks.

Finally, the pounding stops and Getou’s voice penetrates the door. “Why won’t you answer the door? It’s just me.”

Shaking your head, you refuse to even look at the door. Refusing to speak to the hallucination or apparition or whatever that thing is. Your dear Suguru died. The man outside can’t be him.

But he has his voice and when you look through the peephole, he has his smile. He’s leaning closer and softly speaking your name, gently trying to coax you to open the door and let him inside. It looks just like him…until you see the stitches across his forehead.

“I need you right now. You’re the only one I can turn to,” he continues. Kenjaku can see the shift of shadows through the peephole when you step back. When he hears the door click unlocked, Kenjaku grins with Getou’s mouth. What belonged to Getou belongs to him now, right? And that includes you, doesn’t it?

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