#gojo is back

[ponderingmoonlight]

Because Chapter 261 broke me

„I’m really not more than a war machine, am I?”

Your eyes dart towards the white-haired man sitting next to you immediately, a feeling of deep grief getting a hold of your heart.

“Why would you even think something like that, Satoru? You’re so much more than that. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re-“

“The strongest. That’s all I’ll ever be in this world”, he interrupts you with low voice, his gaze hanging onto the barely lit skyscrapers around both of you.

Out of instinct, you grab his hand, force him to look at you.

“You’re Satoru, even without the Gojo. I know this world has treated you rough since the day you’ve been born, I know the only person who ever saw more in you than the blessed one was Suguru. But…I’m here too, okay? And in my world, you’ll always be Satoru with the cheekiest grin and the driest humor on this earth. You’ll always be the one I’m looking up to, the one who cares about others before even thinking about himself. You’ll always be the only hope I have left in this shitty world, the prove that kindness actually exist. I love you. Not for the fact that you are Gojo, but for being here as Satoru.”

“(y/n).”

Your name is nothing but a fade away whisper, a silent prayer on top of this building with the busy streets to your feet. Only you and the man who had to suffer more than anyone else, who was forced to watch countless friends die, who carries the responsibility for this world on his broad shoulders.

“I will always choose you, Satoru. No matter how rough it gets, no matter what it does to me. I will always stay by your side.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, (y/n). You’ll never know if someday, I will be used against you as well”, he mumbles while digging his head into your neck, taking in your calming scent.

“If that’s the case I will do everything I can to get you back”, you reply without hesitation.

“It’s not that easy, love. The world of jujutsu has never been this easy. When this day comes, you’ll have to kill me.”

Instantly, you grab his face, take in the stinging sight of his glossy blue eyes. Those oh so gorgeous eyes that make his life so difficult, the eyes you’d recognize out of a thousand pairs. Why would those eyes ever want to hurt you?

-a few years later-

“Satoru?”, you croak out.

You feel like collapsing any given minute. Out of joy, grief, agony? You can’t put a finger on it. Because it shouldn’t be possible for the love of your life to stand in front of you. Because he died a painful death. Because not even Gojo Satoru is able to survive everything.

But those bright blue eyes…They look exactly like the ones you loved so much, the eyes that supported you through day and night. But at the same time, they don’t look like his at all. No, something is off, this isn’t right.

“Satoru is gone”, his familiar voice speaks out without any emotion.

“I’ll take over from now on.”

[metranart]

The Strongest is B-Back... Yuta whispered in a sorrowful stammer-

It's easy to glimpse the doubt in Yuta's eyes as he stares blankly at the corpse of the man who saved his life not so many years ago. His hands trembling, equal or more as does his resolve.

"I can't do this to Gojo-sensei, Rika…" his mouth rambles brokenly, a defeated sigh follows and a worried Rika can just watch as his beloved crumbles upon his duty, "I can't -… I don't want to, I - …"

The farewell ghost of a hand pats him on the shoulder to stop his desperate speech and Yuta's orbs almost pop out of its sockets when the bubbly and reassuring sound that was the voice of his dead sensei, floats inside his ears.

"That's what I trained you for, Yuta…" the soothing voice of Satoru Gojo says, Yuta can almost hear, the teasing yet encouraging smile he wears on his lips, "…to become the strongest."

Yuta spats out a humorless snicker, without the pun intended he would think he has gone mad. Now, he knows what he has to do. Sighing the despair away, the tired eyed boy asks Rika to strip him of the last gleam of himself and dress him up as the last hope for humanity.

[techstream]

Poor Sukuna, he sees ghosts now

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In another universe

[squidokja]

1185 days

[dellalyra]

FAMILY FORMATIONS - PART TWELVE

Summary: He’s home. He’s here. Maybe, you can mend the shattered pieces of your lives.

CW: I’m sorry this is so angsts but like so fluffy too?? But angst? Idk it’s a hot mess of emotions. Swearing, loss, grief, grief, grief, like one suggestive sentence.

A/N: do we like voting on what comes next?? I think that’s fun. Anyway - legit kinda proud of this, I’ve written like a million thirsts on how fucking delicious unsealed gojo looks but I was so excited to explore the toll and emotions of the prison realm situation on the FF gang and also show that there is no couple more healthy and solid than Y/N and Satoru. As always, requests open and appreciated x x

MASTERLIST

Recommended Listening:

The Parting Glass - (I like the Hozier version, works well for Y/N and Gojo discussing the losses)

What He Wrote - Laura Marling

Set Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol

The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice (the turnaround)

I am the AntiChrist to You - NuDeco

Ensemble, Kishi Bashi (the ending)

Yuuji’s voice, calling your name echoes through your head. You had no idea whether the unsealing worked or not. The box, it was gone. So now, you just sat staring at the skyline – trying to comprehend the fact that maybe, he was just gone. The angel – she’d done her part and the world had shook and you hoped that maybe, just maybe, that was a sign that your love was back in the mortal realm.

You waited, and stood, and waited, and watched.

Was this it? Had the world been left on your far too heavy shoulders? All the grief, the panic, the anger, the blood – was all of that yours to carry alone now? You couldn’t. You would fail. Without him, there was no hope. You wouldn’t be able to protect your family, your friends, yourself – at least Akio was out of Japan, but everyone else – you would die to protect them, even though you knew it would be the last thing to do.

The sun was beginning to set, you stood on the balcony of this flat – some stranger’s home, who had been quick to leave Tokyo – and you wished for the warmth of the cottage. The home Gojo and you had bought not long after graduation: with its plush sofas, and art spread around – some Tsumiki’s, some your families. The kitchen where many nights and so many important moments and memories had been made along with every dinner, you, Satoru – eating take out on the first night in your new home. The first night Megumi had asked for seconds a few weeks after they moved in, the table you signed the adoption papers for them, where Kento had told you both he was returning to sorcery, countless wine drunk nights with Shoko, where you and Satoru had told the Fushiguro kids that they were getting a sibling, where Akio had shouted his first word ‘cake!’, where Megumi had told you about his feelings for Itadori. All the kids room, and the spare rooms which had turned into other people’s de facto bedrooms. The master bedroom, nights wrapped up in tangles of limbs and sweat oh such sweet pleasure that everything else faded away or wrapped in blankets and each other's loving arms – whispers of eternity passing with the pillows as witness, falling asleep marvelling at the beauty of the moonlight bouncing off the Snow White hair of the ethereal man who you some got to call your husband splayed across the pillow beside you. You would often trace his features in his sleep, so at peace and restful and so beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall into dreams next to him. Your garden, where you grew everything from seed – peonies, sunflowers, roses, dahlias, lupins, lobelias and sweet pea and wisteria and most fruit and vegetables that you could dream of.

You’ve been holding everything in for so long – 19 days. You can’t falter. Not yet.

Please, ‘toru. Please come home to me.

You’re lost in your memories and hopes that somehow, the unsealing worked, and your beautiful boy will find you and love you and be beside you again – and then you will feel whole. Then, your soul and his will be complete.

The sliding door of the balcony breaks your trance.

“I’ll be in soon, Yuuji. Just enjoying the sunset.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll find us some food. Leave your jeans out, I’ll mend them later.” You’re listing off the things you need to do because if you just keep going then maybe time will move faster and he will be home. Home with you.

“Y/N. Turn around.”

You slowly do as he asks.

“Hey, Princess.”

The bow clutched tightly in your hand clattered to the ground and you follow soon after, the legs and body that has been holding you steady and shouldering the fear and grief of all of your loved ones, gives way – as your knees buckle and make contact with the hard ground beneath you.

He’s alive, and he’s safe and he’s here.

A sob wracks your body and all that manages to come out of you shaking lips is,

“‘Toru?”

And then your senses are engulfed, and you are home. Strong, steady arms pull you tight against a broad, heaving chest which you feel letting out shaky breaths.

“I – Satoru, fuck, I didn’t know if you’d come back, I thought I’d lost you forever, I didn’t know if it worked I needed to believe – oh god, you’re here., I couldn’t feel you at all, oh my god you’re here and you’re real. ‘Toru. I tried my best and I failed, and everything’s fallen apart and –” your sobs almost made your words unintelligible, but Satoru knew what you were saying and what you meant.

“You’re safe, you did so good. I’m here, my brave, strong girl.” He whispers into your hair.

You pull away and your hands are flying everywhere on his body, checking for injuries and any sign of something wrong but he’s okay, he’s strong and he’s here.

All you can do is grab him by the messy, snowflake white hair and pull him into your face to crash your lips against in a desperate, messy kiss full of unspoken words of love unconditional and reassurance that you both need, and the promise of safety in your reunion.

“Princess, Akio – where is he?” He says, petting your hair. You two would get to the issue of your eldest son in a minute, but the baby – he needed to know where his baby was.

“Safe – I sent him with my mom and uncle and he’s not in Japan. I got him out of the country.” Your words comfort you both, knowing the 18-month-old was safe and sound.

“Akio is safe but ‘toru – you know, don’t you? Megumi – that bastard, he took him. He’s with Ge- Kenjaku.” You stare into his eyes. Your husband was the only one who could fix this mess, but you really were trying to ignore what that meant.

“I know. I’ve seen him. But Y/N, he’s alive. He’s in there and he’s alive. I’ll get our little boy back.” You collapse into him, and him into you.

You realise he’s got no idea about the loss. The grief and the fact that you should be mourning but you don’t have time because everything is falling apart. He needs to know – and he needs to know now and from you, before he realises it or someone says something, he deserves to be told and he deserves it softly because the isolation and suffering he’s endured for 19 days have taken an inevitable toll and he needs you.

You suck in a deep breath and realise everyone else has long left the area. It’s just you both. Steadying yourself, as best as you can, you pull him into you – gripping the sides of his face so you can see that beautiful face.

“Satoru. Before you hear from anyone else – I need you to hear it all from me. Okay?” You say, pressing tearful kisses into his hairline.

“Please Y/N. I need to know; I need to know who we’re fighting for. There’s faces I didn’t see beside Yuuji and Maki and - I’m scared. I’m scared Y/N but please, God, please tell me now.” His voice is filled with despair and vulnerability that only you’ve seen.

“Are you sure?” You ask, pulling him to look in your eyes.

“Please.” He whispers.

“Satoru - it’s, we lost Nanami. He’s gone, Yuuji was there. He died at Shibuya.” Your voice breaks, his closest friend, Akio’s godfather - he’s gone. Only you, Shoko and Gojo were left now.

A sob wracks his body, and he grips your shoulders and leans into your chest, the pain of seeing him like this feels like it might rip open your chest and all you want to do is cry with him but fuck, the list is longer.

“Yaga is dead. Executed. Nobara, she’s alive but… they,” your voice breaks, “they don’t know if she’ll make it. You’ve been branded a traitor, me your accomplice. Mai Zen’in, she’s dead but Maki… she’s slaughtered the Zen’in clan. Alone. Yuuta’s home.” You try to explain the culling games and other events but everything feels like it’s coming out jumbled as you and Satoru just remain, a crumpled mess of limbs on the ground. Shaking, scarred – but together.

After some time of just – grieving and feeling each other’s presence, you convince him to come inside your temporary space and sleep and eat.

Once you’ve both settled, as much as you both can, you call a meeting of your small group. Satoru immediately goes into defence mode when a figure, unknown to him as an ally – enters the room.

“Oh, you’ve come to play, curse? What, tired of being used by Kenjaku, huh?” He sneers, and puzzle pieces click as you whip in front of him as he leans to lunge toward the tall, dark figure beside Yuuji.

“Satoru! Stop!” You say, softly.

And he does.

“This – is Choso. He’s Yuuji’s brother. Geto manipulated him. He’s safe – I trust him. He saved my life.” You grab his shoulders to ground him, knowing that the whirlwind of events was causing a torrent of emotions in him.

Choso nods, still new to the world, having been used like a lamb to the slaughter and having witnessed nothing but bloodshed and destruction since his birth. He reminds you a bit of yourself. Living solely to protect the ones you love, maybe that’s why you were so quick to accept him into your fold. He had quickly become one of your most trusted friends in the group, vowing to you, as the woman who cared for his brother that he would help retrieve your husband and son.

That evening, information was exchanged, plans drawn up, theories explored and through everything, Satoru and you never let go of each other – Akio was far away, but safe, Megumi – trapped by a monster inside his own body, the body of your best friend being used like a marionette with a date written in blood to fight the man you love, Nobara – on death’s door. Kento, gone forever.

But in those hours, hope was born.

Satoru had returned.

He was safe, and alive – and you had each other. All shadows seemed smaller by each other's side.

And now, you both had one shared goal – the most dangerous and potentially costly mission of your lives.

You were going to get your little boy back, together.

That night, in his darkest abyss, a shivering, broken boy heard and saw something.

He had no idea how, but he knew it was real.

Two clasped hands, golden rings shining, one hand smaller and the outlines of a vine tattoo tracing the wrist and one hand larger, pale with slender fingers clasping the smaller fingers.

‘Mom, dad?’ His weakened voice whispered into the vision.

‘We’re coming, kid.’ Satoru Gojo, his dad.

‘We’ve got you, ‘gumi.’ Y/N, his mom.

They were coming for him, together.

TAGLIST: @vesta-ro @lilithlunas @mialexandruh @sassy-cat-in-town @madam-ri @cjm-cookiethief

[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 🫧 || 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n- This is a gojo x reader where you both get stuck in the prison realm. Gets a bit steamy in the end?? Read more to find out! Let’s just believe that the prison realm can hold more than one person at a time.

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"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..." gojo announced.

You whined as you banged your head against the dimension’s barrier, trying to stay away from the skeleton and bones.

Why did you have to get stuck with the cocky jerk in the fucking prison realm?

You felt something touch your leg. It was a skeleton.

You screamed and jumped on top of him. “Gojo! Help me.”

“You’re literally on top of me, how can I help you?” He muttered.

“You bastard, this was all your fault.” You mumbled, still clinging to him.

“Now now don’t be such a party pooper~” Gojo said in a sing-song voice.

You tried to headbutt him but he just held you tightly.

“It’s okay, don't be so anxious I’m here.” He whispered as he rubbed your back.

It was the only moment you felt him drop his facade.

He then went ahead and started singing.

Bro just started singing ice spices verse from boy’s a liar.

“Ah, you insufferable piece of shit shut up.”

“C’mon, darling cheer up we’re stuck here together for a looooong time~”

You closed your eyes and sighed.

Neither of you could get comfortable in this horrible cube with skeleton remains all over the place.

You both kept shifting, changing positions but you didn’t leave his side tho.

“Gojo?” You called out.

“Did you notice that time doesn’t flow here?” You asked. He hummed in response.

Currently, gojo had his back against the barrier and you were pressed up against him.

Yes, you were using the great gojo satoru as a human pillow.

You had wrapped your arm against his waist.

You wriggled a bit and accidentally brushed against the front of his pants.

He shifted uncomfortably.

You blushed and mumbled an apology.

You wondered out loud if you both were going to die here stuck in this horrible thing.

“We’ll find a way out, don't you worry darling,” Gojo assured you.

“And Keep your head empty sweetheart. Don’t let your thoughts run, otherwise, you’d go crazy.” He said seriously.

How the fuck were you supposed to do that?

You mumbled but then a sudden realization hit you.

Gojo was singing to keep his head empty.

Wow, what an intellectual.

Gojo inched closer to you. He was so close that you could listen to his heartbeat.

“Want me to help you with that?” His warm breath tickled your ear. You shivered.

“Please satoru.” You whispered. He chuckled.

He let his hands travel all over your body, lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He pinned you against the barrier wall.

He left soft kisses all over your neck.

“Gojo!” You moaned out his name. He shut you up with a forceful kiss.

He bit your lip and aggressively sucked on your bottom lip.

You forgot how to breathe but you didn’t pull away from him. You both were lost in the moment.

A few minutes later he finally pulled away panting. “That was fun.” He smirked.

You flicked him on his big ass forehead. “Shut the fuck up.”

[lanxyuu]

GOJO IS BACK

GOJO IS BACK

[lucifer-is-a-cat]

I hate this chapter I hate this story now I hate this manga I hate gege wtf is happening. Gojo's body is being used , yuuta may not have a future and what is up with this whole plot now wtf is happening seriously....smh

[thecrow-09]

[h3rmess-ii]

JJK IS GETTING CRAZY

SPOILER WARNING !!!!

NON MANGA READERS CLICK AWAY

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I'm currently on chapter 228 of the jujutsu kaisen manga and OH MY GOD.

Firstly, can we talk about whatever is going on with sukuna like??? how can you use both megumi and yuji like that 😔

NEXT the enchain or enchantment. poor yuji is gonna blame himself for this now.

going back a little bit can we discuss how COOL maki is 😍😍 I wanna be her fr.

AND YUTA TOO LIKE BRO WAS COOKING

and I'm loving the new characters like kashimo, kirara, hakari, kurusu and higuruma. their cursed techniques are so cool.

but THANK GOODNESS gojo has been released WOOHOO

I actually screamed when I saw him. I was like, wait, who's this? and then I saw his face properly, and I gasped and screamed and sat there in awe for a good two minutes.

NOW THE FIGHT BETWEEN GOJO AND SUKUNA. like sukuna if u don't get ur prehistoric self out of my boy megumi and stop harassing my guy gojo we're gonna have a problem...

ANYWAY I was happy to see ino alive and well, I'm sad about yuki and tsumiki but it's okay as long as no one else gets killed off.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A DICK RIDER URAUME IS LIKE HELLO?? sukuna did NOT need you there get out pls

anyways I'll keep you posted can't wait to finish the manga 😋

bye bye my loves!! <3

[tumblingascending]

Is the Goat back? Possibly. Please kill my Babygirl Sukuna as slowly and painfully as you possibly can❤️‍🩹

[techstream]

So... He Is back!

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One Eye Less | The Honored one 👑

[fuckkyourlife]

[yeagervs]

gojo’s back - jjk 221