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seravphs · 2 years ago

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棠 —

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — TEEN DAD! GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo has something to tell you. Megumi is unfortunately still a member of the male species. Tsumiki just wants to watch the sunset.

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cw — interlude between tried to live in a softer way and stockholm (coming soon), 棠 means "wild plums", Megumi’s a good boy but he’s still a boy (gross), part of teen dad gojoverse, in which you and Gojo raise Megumi together, I lowkey forgot Tsumiki existed when I first started writing Teen Dad! Gojo so now I have to retcon her in

Megumi’s mouth is smeared with purple pulp.

“You better have washed that,” you warn him as you carefully cut Tsumiki’s fruit for her. Your knives drip juice onto the ground, requiring careful attention to make sure the sugar won’t rust them.

Some cursed weapons are durable, outlasting generation after generation of the sorcerers that wielded them. Yours are more delicate. Like flowers, they require great care.

Tsumiki takes the slice you hand her with gratitude and pops it into her mouth with a little shiver of happiness. Her fingertips are turning purple to match Megumi’s lips. You pour a little water from your bottle over them, and place another slice into her mouth yourself.

“A little dirt is good for him,” Gojo calls from where he’s wedged halfway inside the trunk, fighting for the folding chairs he threw in haphazardly. Now they’re stuck. You told him they would be, and he hadn’t listened.

You make an unconvinced noise in the back of your throat, pursing your lips. He can’t see you, of course.

“Germs are gonna make his immune system stronger. Eat up, Megumi!”

Megumi wrinkles his nose and unhappily swallows his bite. The next time Tsumiki hands him a slice of her (washed) plums, he takes it. Nothing ever works as well on him like Gojo and inadvertent reverse psychology.

After another minute of letting Gojo struggle to prove a point, you reach over and tug on a latch. The chair Gojo is struggling with snaps shut so you can effortlessly pull it out of the trunk. Gojo smiles sheepishly.

“What did we learn from this?”

“Wife is always right?” He says cheekily.

“Can I help?” Tsumiki pops up underneath your elbow.

“It’s okay,” Gojo ruffles her hair. “We got it.”

He pushes you gently away when you try to take a chair, carrying three singlehandedly to the spot where Megumi and Tsumiki are waiting with the picnic basket. You know he wants you to gush over him, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

You purposefully turn away to start setting out the food, only for him to saunter over as soon as Tsumiki and Megumi are sitting in their newly placed chairs.

“Did you see that?”

“You are the strongest, Satoru.” This is easy work for him.

“Okay, but it’s still cool, right?”

Sometimes you want to ignore him and sometimes you want to give in. Gojo, like Megumi is predictable. He needs the carrot and the stick.

“Yeah,” you smile. “It was cool. You know what would be cooler?”

He’s setting out the dishes before you even have to ask.

You’re not fooled even though Gojo’s acting completely normal. As lighthearted and nonchalant as he is, anyone who didn’t know better would think there’s nothing in the world that could phase him, but you do know better.

He’s not the type to share his issues, especially not when he thinks he can solve them on his own, which is what you think is going on here. It’s fine.

You don’t press. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

“Someone’s coming,” Megumi announces.

Gojo raises an eyebrow. “And how do you know that?”

He looks away, eyes shifty.

“You know you’re not supposed to be summoning your dogs in public!” You scold him.

Technically, he’s not supposed to know anything about his technique yet. Young sorcerers aren’t allowed to use their technique if they’re not enrolled at Jujutsu High. Of course, it’s different for clans, especially big clans. None of the elders who sit on the council are going to punish one of their own for getting ahead of the game. In fact, they’re quite willing to turn a blind eye to anything that makes their clan more powerful, even if it means starting their young off early. Too early, in your opinion.

Gojo disagrees with this judgement, as he disagrees with everything the elders say. He’s been training Megumi in secret, slowly getting him used to the Ten Shadows. The dogs, which Megumi’s manifested since he was young, were the first to become tamed. They’re the easiest for him to control, so he looses them more often than he should. Regardless of what Gojo thinks, it’s simply not safe. You don’t want to give the Zenins any reason to take Megumi and Tsumiki.

Megumi calls his shikigami back. They evaporate into shadow just as an old couple hobble up the dirt path.

“Oy, granny!” Gojo calls, ignoring you as you smack his arm. “You need a hand?”

“I’m okay,” she calls back. “Don’t worry about me! Just taking my daily walk.”

Gojo gives you an aghast look.

“Why are they hiking up here? One of them is going to break a leg,” he hisses.

“Are you sure?” You ask them hesitantly.

“My, aren’t you sweet! I’m alright, hon. The fresh air will do these old bones some good.”

Beside her, her husband nods in agreement. He seems like the silent type to her extrovert.

“What’re you two doing up here?” She says, picking her way over.

Tsumiki holds up her plate. “Picnicking!”

“How cute,” the old woman coos as she pinches her cheek.

“And you! Why, I could just eat you up,” she tells Megumi, who looks mildly alarmed, not at her words, but at her attention. He squirms in his seat.

“Your little brother?” The couple smiles as you stiffen. It’s not their fault. They have no idea.

“My son,” Gojo says, his own smile turning unpleasant.

“Oh!” She seems to sense she’s made a mistake of some sort, taking her husband’s arm once more. “I’m sorry, you seemed so young. Well, I’m sure you want to get back to your picnic without these old folk. Be careful not to stay out too late! I hear there’s a storm brewing.”

Her husband helps her carefully over the grass back on to the dirt path. She turns back to wave, just once.

“That wasn’t nice,” you say, watching them leave. “They didn’t know.”

Gojo rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Look!” Tsumiki jostles Megumi, who’s still focused on his food instead of the sky. “The sun is setting!”

Gojo picked a good spot. No trees obstruct your view of a sky stretching as far as the eye can see. As someone who’s lived in the city for so long, it’s almost a miracle to witness.

The sky is awash in floral hues. Burnt orange, ashy lavender, and muted links spread throughout the clouds. You’re smiling, awestruck at the sight, when you hear a click. You turn back just in time to see Gojo shove his phone in his pocket.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Nope! Why don’t you sit tight while I repack everything?”

Even when you try to help, Gojo pushes you back in your chair. His little helpers dash back and forth from the makeshift campsite to the car until everything is safely packed away.

When you finally get up and brush your lap off, Gojo offers you his arm.

You laugh at him. “Come on, I don’t need that.”

He pushes his arm in your direction again, insistent. He’s being such a baby today, but you can’t help spoiling him. You take it as he escorts you to the car and opens the door for you with a flourish.

The kids don’t want to go home, but Gojo distracts them with promises of McDonald’s on the long, winding trip down the mountain. Megumi’s at that age where he knew better than to trust the strange white haired sixteen year old who offered to take him in but still gullible enough not to understand there are no McDonald’s on mountains.

He and Tsumiki fall asleep in the back seat as the rain patters rhythmically on the windows. All around you, the earth is lush and verdant. You’re in Eden before the fall. It’s hard to stay mad when the forest is putting on such a show for you outside. The earth is blooming, beckoning.

Gojo rolls down the sun roof so the warmth of weak sun beams shines into the car. If you look up, the rain beads on the glass like crystals on a backdrop of dove grey storm clouds.

It’s still raining when you get home.

Gojo carries Megumi and Tsumiki inside, one in each arm. It’s a testament to their sleepiness that neither protest. You drop a kiss on each cherubic little cheek as you tuck them into bed, pressing the covers down around them.

Gojo’s waiting in the kitchen when you quietly close their bedroom door.

“I have something to tell you,” he says almost half-heartedly, looking out the window. “But you have to promise not to be mad.”

You knew it.

Whatever it is, you’re sure you can take it. You and Gojo have been through the worst of everything together, from a bullet in the shoulder to whiney, feverish children. There’s nothing you can’t handle to keep your little family together.

“The Zenins want to take Megumi away,” he blurts out.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t what you were expecting, but it’s fine. You can make it work.

“They’re coming tomorrow.”

You’re going to kill him.

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojou fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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rekino2114 · 4 months ago

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Can you please do Fem! Megumi x Male reader? Thank you

Cuddling with fem. Megumi

A/n:megumi is a unisex name so i won't change it. credit to もふ on pinterest for the art.

"I already told you, I'm not doing it"

"Come on gumi, just for a little while"

"My dogs are powerful shikigamis passed down throughout the zenin clan for centuries, I'm not letting you play with them"

"I heard that nobara and yuji got to pet them, you said yes to them but not to your own boyfriend?"

"It was during a mission, I already had my dogs out when they started playing with them, I didn't agree"

"Still. Come on pretty please?"

"No why do you want to do that anyway?"

"Look at them they're so fluffy and cute, how could I possibly resist?"

"You'll just have to"

"Why not? It's not like it's gonna cost you"

"I have my reasons now go away, I need to study"

"Nope I'm gonna continue bothering you until you let me play with them"

"I swear if you don't go away this moment, i'll-"

"You'll what? Summon mahoraga?"

"........not you too"

"*sighs* alright sorry I'll stop bothering you"

As you walked away megumi looked at you with a sad expression before sighing

"Alright I'll do it"

"*gasp* really? Thank you so much babe"

"Only for 5 minutes though"

"Yeah don't worry"

The ten shadows user sighed again and put her hands in the necessary hand sign to summon her shikigami

"Divine dogs"

Two dogs emerged from the shadows. You immediately went over to the black one and started petting it and stroking its fur

"So adorable and fluffy, good boy!"

You continued to play with both of them while megumi looked at you with a slight pout

"You're so lucky megumi, just having summonable pets to play with whenever"

"Most of them aren't exactly pets but you're right the dogs do cheer me up, I've had them since I was a little girl"

"That must have been nice. Hey, can shikigamis eat? I wanna give them a treat"

"You're not giving them a treat!"

"*sighs* Fine, I guess"

You continue to play with them for a bit but noticed how annoyed your girlfriend got

"Alright, that was nice. You can recall them now"

"Finally"

"Now it's your turn fushiguro!"

"Wha-"

Before megumi could process what was happening, you tackled her into a hug, smashing you two into the bed. Your girlfriend blushed intensely before yelling at you

"Get your hands off me, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nope, it's cuddle time now"

"..........fine I guess I can do this"

"Finally"

"You could have just asked me though"

"Would you have said yes if I asked you?"

"...........maybe"

You two stayed like that, megumi relaxing more and more in your arms

"This actually feels really nice......thanks"

"It's no problem gumi, I love you"

"I-i love you too"

You two kissed each other when you suddenly heard a noise, you two looked over to see yuji and nobara standing in front of the door of megumi's dorm

"ITADORI? KUGISAKI? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Megumi and y/n were cuddling and kissing. So adorable!"

"We need to tell gojo-sensei"

"N-no he's never gonna stop bothering me if he finds out.

"Divine dogs!"

Megumi summoned her dogs again but this time they started chasing her classmates

"Don't you think that was a bit too much babe?"

"They're lucky I just summoned the dogs"

"*....anyway wanna continue cuddling?"

"Y-yes please"

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tokay-blog · 9 months ago

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For wild African tribes, horned cattle have always been a major treasure, and the Dog also has his own herd of cows and goats that he herds through his lands. People that considered him a deity may well have given him various offerings in an attempt to call him into their clan for a blessing. Thus his horned cattle increased or decreased if he decided to give away some of his cows or goats.

Even Kaang himself can't say exactly how many heads his herd numbers, but the trick is that his livestock isn't exactly alive. In African mythology there are usually two worlds - the world of the living and the world of spirits. However, according to some beliefs, the spirits of the dead can stay in the world of the living and harm their own family if they are buried incorrectly. And the Kaang's herd is also at about the same intermediate stage, being neither living nor dead.

But at the same time cattle do not harm anyone, and moreover do not exhaust the land in the usual sense of the word. They are also not always visible to mortals, so sometimes it may seem that a whole herd is coming with the Dog, and sometimes only single individuals. However, he can also summon them to the world of the living and put them under the care of the clans. They are no different from normal animals in this respect, though humans would obviously be particularly protective of them.

The Wolf in the last comic considered the killed goat to be a soul that could go to rebirth (in his afterlife, sheep play a similar role), which didn't make Dog look good in front of him either.

This is in reference to why Wolf was basically angry about it. It would be strange if he resented killing a goat for food. Rather, the topic of spirituality was raised here, in which if Wolf intervenes, it is only indirectly. The Dog, on the other hand, has no boundaries, all are two sides of the same coin. It's all a matter of perspective (Hi, Luteces)

#sketch #fanart #puss in boots #wolf #oc #wild african dog #kaang #death wolf

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for-ests · 3 months ago

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST wc: 7, 200 warnings: violence, sacrifice, blood, animal death. summary: your first mission with the students in tow turns into the very disaster you were afraid it would.

Only when you were inches away from a mountainous pile of animal carcasses did you realize the gravity of your situation. Your first mission was never supposed to be easy, but there was no way to predict that locating something as simple as barnyard animals could turn into a bloodbath this catastrophic.

"Do you know what this is, Y/N?" Megumi whispered through gritted teeth, appalled at the sight before him.

Bodies were sliced open and discarded into a pile to rot away. Bowls of blood and shredded innards all came together in an elaborate pentagram.

A sacrifice, an offering to a being of higher power, and ancient times. This wasn't a simple, explainable case—it was a coverup and a trap. There weren't only a few missing cattle; almost one hundred were piled to the ceiling, forced into a heap of flesh ravaged by fly-heads.

How could the intel be so incredibly wrong?

As if sensing your realization, the eyes of the carcass in front of you shot open. They darted abnormally fast, the squelch of pooling blood causing you to take a step back.

And before you could stop yourself, you peered into the soul of a life freshly taken. You saw it all, felt the pain, and absorbed the fear. And the perpetrators of such a horrific act were revealed.

Three women adorned in blood-red veils.

Suddenly omniscient and aware, you could feel one of them staring daggers into your back, a wicked smile filling her entire expression. You were just a second too late.

“Shit!” You yelled in warning, instantly wrenching your blades from their sheaths and bringing one arm above your head before flinging it directly toward the intruders.

Megumi reacted to the situation next, his eyes widening in horror, hands raising in front of him. Frozen in place from a sudden bloodlust, Yuji and Nobara whipped their heads around to look behind them, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

“Wha-“ Yuji was cut off as your blade pierced one of the three women behind him. The dull thud of metal connecting with flesh echoed inside the vast warehouse and was followed by an eerie, amused cackle.

Why didn't you listen to your gut? How could you let this happen? All morning you'd felt uneasy and unsure. Protecting the students was your top priority, but instead, you had led them right into the mystery you were trying to unravel, right into the hands of the enemy—a rogue group of ex-Yoroza witches.

You knew it was them in your soul, carved into your very bones. Your dreams warned of such persistence. A clan of loyal subjects utterly devoted to the reincarnation of Kyoko and her beloved Sukuna. Curse users, those unsatisfied with traditional Jujutsu practices and morality--those desperate for unregulated power.

It was the same magic you could wield. But they were stronger, older, more experienced, and you were about to be locked in a potent necromancy spell. Cast by three women obsessed with spilling your blood for the final step of their ritual.

"Don't let them get Yuji," you whispered to Nobara and Megumi under your breath. Not only because he was your brother but also because the witches wanted to escalate Sukuna's return by any means necessary.

Suddenly, the threat of Sukuna's return was your reality. A routine training day had morphed into a potential cataclysm within seconds.

That was until your voice suddenly snapped the students out of their stupor. "One of you call Gojo." You took a step forward.

“Got it.” Nobara gritted her teeth, her gaze on the still-lodged blade.

It was too late, and you knew it. There was no sense in bargaining with the witches, but you would try to get as much information as possible.

They only watched and waited, even as Megumi summoned his demon dogs and Nobara brandished her hammer. You only had one embedded blade left, and you had to use it wisely.

“A traitor to your master.” The middle witch sneered at you. She pulled the blade out of her shoulder, and it clattered to the floor, devoid of cursed energy. “In possession of a vessel that was never meant to belong to you.”

Based on their targeted direction, everything you'd learned over the last few months began to make sense. How the coven worked, how many women were still involved, and why such a once ancient and powerful cult became almost nothing at all.

“This has nothing to do with him,” you snarled back. “Reviving Kyoko and Sukuna has not been ordained by the coven since the Kamakura era. What you're doing goes against all laws of magic.”

The three women chuckled maniacally at your rebuttal. As if you were stupid, as if you were missing vital information. “Their great return will reset the lands and balance of cursed energy.”

“What about loyalty to our ancestors and supremes?” you questioned, buying time for the sake of your brother and the students while also feeling curious to know more. How did these women fill their heads with such delusions? Were they possessed? Sukuna was not a prosperous god, and neither was his wife. It didn’t matter if she was the founder of the said coven you were bound to by blood. Reviving either of them would be a grave mistake.

Your hand gripped the blade’s hilt tighter as you debated your next move. One wrong move and you would indeed be thrown into a spell you were unsure you could pull yourself out of.

The woman in the middle chuckled darkly, her eyes almost glowing with malice. “Kyoko is the first and only queen, the one supreme, and our goddess. Our lord is her husband, and he will fulfill his prophecy, with or without your consent.”

Her eyes slowly ran over the four of you, and her lips curled into a smirk. “And you shall play your role, whether it be willingly or by force.”

"And what role do we serve?" you asked. It was all your panic-addled brain could think of.

The three women cackled at your question, their voices blending together in a sinister symphony. One of them stepped forward, her lips parting into a sly grin.

"Your role is simple, my dear," she cooed maliciously. "Sacrificial lamb, blood of the chosen."

Sharing a brief conformational look with your brother, you glanced back at the witches. You didn't know what these cult members were capable of, and you didn't want to give them another second to act. Killing them first meant the carcasses behind you would have no chance of awakening. It would mean saving the people you cared about.

"That's if you can catch the lamb," you hissed sharply before hurling your last knife right between the eyes of the witch you stabbed previously.

It was quick, too quick. Shock coursed through your veins, and panic riddled your brain. You might have felt sorrow if the threat hadn't been so adamant. But even then, you were still dispaired with your actions.

With your jaw straightened into a thin line, you stood menacingly in front of the students. Despite your nervous, pounding heart, you would do anything to protect them.

A moment of stunned silence passed, where even the remaining two witches were dumbfounded, slightly turning their heads to their sister, who was still standing, cross-eyed and trying to realize what had just impaled her.

Blood trickled down her forehead and nose, already pooling in her bulging eyes. She tried to reach for the blade until you raised your hand and desperately flared your cursed energy, pouring all your strength into it.

If only it hadn't come to this.

Flashes and bursts of green miasma engulfed her entire head at your command.

"No!" One of the witches screamed, her voice echoing just before a horrific popping sound pierced the warehouse. Her head exploded, brain matter covering their already red gowns. It was gruesome, and you flinched.

The two women had barely any time to react to the horrific sight of their sister's brain spilling out all over them, their eyes widening in horror. They stared at the bloody remains for a split second before their eyes shot straight at you.

As the two remaining witches realized their sister was gone, their fury twisted into a dark determination. The shorter witch yelled angrily, her face twisting with fury, her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white. "Now you will surely pay with your life!”

You still couldn't believe what you'd done. That you were even capable of such violence. It was a split-second decision; you understood very well that it was kill or be killed, and you decided to kill. You had to. A promise had been made the second you walked into Yuji's life—you would bloody your own hands to keep him safe, to keep him alive.

“You dare harm us?” she hissed, her eyes narrowing as her voice quivered angrily. “You dare stand in the way of our lord and lady?”

The taller witch raised her hands in the air and began to chant. What you feared would happen was already unfolding. In the blink of an eye, the shorter witch pulled back her dress and revealed Sukuna's finger. The pressure and trepidation that followed were hard to overcome. This was reality, and now you were solely responsible for it all.

Everyone felt it and heard the bone-chilling sound of misshapen flesh mending together. Nobara turned to look behind her, and she was almost wretched at the sight. Hundreds of carcasses started to absorb into a terrifying mound, forming eyes and hands. Horns and spikes began to protrude, blood dripping from each limb that was forced together.

"Megumi and Nobara." Your voice was calmer than you thought it would be. You needed to keep your composure for the sake of the students. "Keep that curse distracted."

They nodded in response, racing towards the growing curse, wanting to snuff it before it reached its full potential, before the witch in front of you finished chanting her spell.

You turned to your brother. "Help me get their veils off. Once I see their eyes, I should be able to..." You trailed off, your stomach twisting with nausea at the idea of taking two more lives. It didn't matter whether or not they would kill you first; it still made you sick.

Yuji didn't hesitate. Despite the horror of the sight behind him, he nodded instantly and turned his attention to the two witches before you. With a determined glare, he approached your side to fight alongside you, his fists clenched tightly.

Relax. Your thoughts echoed. All I have to do is link their souls.

As if on instinct, you and Yuji threw yourselves in the middle of the battle, advancing without another thought, not having a second to spare. Everything was happening so fast, and your heart was racing. You could hardly think or breathe, trying to remember the fluidity of your movements, summoning any form of power you could, guiding your cursed energy to your hands to exemplify your punch.

Your fist collided with the taller witch’s jaws, and she stumbled back before throwing her own and missing. “You don’t know what you’re doing, chosen supreme!” she said, wiping the blood from her lip.

Raising your fists, you were about to reply before a defeated yelp filled the silence. Megumi’s demon dogs burst into dust, flattened against the concrete from the sheer size of the cursed spirit, which had now taken the form of a misshapen bull with innumerable eyes and hooves. Megumi tried to summon another spirit but stumbled to his knees, chest heaving from the strain. Nobara tried her best to shower the body with nails, desperately attempting to use resonance, but she didn’t have enough. It was too powerful and too large. The curse slammed Nobara to the ground, and she screamed out in pain.

Horrified, you tried to pivot toward Nobara’s side, but the witch sneered in rebuttal, lunging for you again. Her sharp nails scraped against your arm, tearing layers of skin off with her pull back. You dodged, eyes scanning the floor to find one of your blades. You reached for one lying beside what was left of the fallen witch’s skull, but a sudden miasma of black energy swatted it from your grip.

You couldn’t even look up fully before it collided with your face.

The surprise attack knocked you off your feet, and you were sent into a painful roll against the concrete, careening across the entire room until you stopped only a few feet away from Nobara. The wind was forced from your lungs, and you gasped, clutching your chest.

Nothing had ever hurt so badly. Your vision was blurry as you searched your surroundings. Nobara was unconscious, and you were wounded. Glancing down, your arm was dripping blood and darkening with bruises. But you had to keep fighting; you had to assist Yuji.

But how? You felt powerless with your weapons depleted, the blades you practiced with having no merit.

As you stumbled to your feet, your plan was shattered as you were pulled back to the ground, black tendrils curling around your arms and locking you in place. On your knees, you looked up to see Yuji in the same position. The cursed black miasma was unmovable, and you could only watch as the witches advanced on him quickly, completely forgetting about you as their nimble hands unraveled the cloth that held Sukuna’s finger.

"Yuji!" you screamed, struggling against the restraints, managing to get one knee up. “NO!” Your voice cracked with desperation, hoarse and pleading, as you tried to free yourself from the tendrils holding you down. “Leave him alone!”

Yuji fought until he couldn’t move, his eyes widening in terror at the sight of the cursed finger being shoved against his teeth. He tried to push his head away, protest, and do anything to stop them, but it was too late.

“No… stop! ” Yuji managed to plead as the witches grasped his jaw and forced it open. Tears were streaming down his face as they shoved the grotesque relic into his mouth. Seconds later, before you could take a full breath, his body twitched and convulsed.

You were crying now, forced to watch the transformation as the witches stepped back.

You had failed.

Many times, you have thought about what you would encounter on your first mission. But not one time did you think it would be something like cult witches, a grotesque necromancy spirit, and the demon inside your brother awakening.

You were not strong enough. Useless. Weak and defeated as your brother and his friends, Gojo’s students, were bleeding and about to die before your very eyes.

It was just like the first night when you were all alone and about to die. A moment where you should have died until Gojo had saved you. But he couldn't this time. It was all up to you, and you loathed it.

As Yuji convulsed on the ground, the witches approached you with evil, satisfied smirks. “Your turn, lamb.” One of them laughed, revealing the blade she intended to slit your throat with.

But your restraints loosened.

Feeling the slack, you reached out and grasped the edge of her veil and ripped it from her head. On her forehead was that same mark you saw in your vision, red and scarred, from the deepest pits of hell.

When her wide eyes were revealed, you wasted no second latching onto her soul. It was easy, barred to you like the offering they claimed you to be.

In the past, you would have hesitated to take a soul, you wouldn’t have even tried. But not when your brother’s life was on the line. Not when his soul was hanging in the balance, trying to take back control of his body and his life.

You saw what was left of her soul—only red, the same shade of dried blood. The person before this transition was no longer; her body was only a shell, a tool for the undead. It saddened you, but you pushed past your moral code and limitations to end her life.

Before the witch could gasp, before she could even feel your presence invading her soul and shattering the sacrificial magic that protected her, she slowly evaporated into primordial dust, her soul and her body together as one.

A red mist appeared, before flickering into a deep, caramel yellow, the true color of her soul, freed from the shackles of insanity. The tendrils forcing you down disappeared into swirls of light before flickering into oblivion.

Mouth agape, the last witch stared at you in horror.

But before you could advance on her, before you could even process the sudden high you were experiencing—the air shifted so violently and rushed toward your brother with such force that your hair was blown over your shoulders and you stumbled forward. The witch stumbled back, her veil almost ripping from her head.

Yuji doubled in size, a foreign, demonic laugh filling the silence as he stood dominantly higher than the witch in front of him. Marks bubbled across his skin and face, where two more eyes appeared.

As you stared back at your brother, watching his features fade into something older, someone older, you were struck with a type of fear and despair you’d never felt before. His eyes rolled back, and when they focused back on you, the light was gone, his soul was gone. Red, infernal eyes glinted at your horrified expression. Yuji’s boyish, cheerful smile now tainted with evil, destruction, and the desperation to conquer.

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Who fed me the finger.” A different voice puppeted your brother’s vocal cords. In fact, the body before you no longer resembled your brother at all. That voice had haunted you since the day you met Yuji, a voice that lurked in the shadows, watching your every move, inflicting anxiety on everyone around you at the possibility of his return.

A power that was nearing revival.

The witch standing between the two of you immediately fell to her knees and bowed her head. “It was I, Sukuna-Sama.”

No reply came from Sukuna before he narrowed his eyes and swiped his hand in front of him. The witch before you burst into hundreds of pieces, some of her blood spraying against your clothes and skin.

“Foolish majo,” he growled, snapping his wrist so forcefully that the blood covering his hand sprayed off and painted the floor around you. "Tampering with my plan.”

You were frozen, holding your breath from the sheer trepidation of what just unfolded. Still processing that you were now covered in the blood of the woman before you, still wondering how you missed it, how Sukuna was able to kill someone so quickly and brutally.

Sukuna’s four eyes immediately snapped at you, honing in on your terrified expression. They grazed over your face and your frame, seeming to gather the potential you had with one poised stare.

“What kind of trickery is this?” he asked you. The recognition that flickered in his eyes confirmed that your vision wasn’t just a warning, it was a possibility. Kyoko looked strikingly familiar to you, and you were, unfortunately, the key to her revival.

In your spiral, everything suddenly clicked into place. Like whiplash, your anxiety and your fear vanished. The adrenaline pounding in your ears subsided. Instead of despair, you felt calm.

“Release Yuji now.” You managed to reply firmly, swallowing the stammer in your throat, the fear that threatened to prickle over. One wrong move, and you could be dead like the woman before you. But you were more innovative. You needed to be.

Suddenly, Sukuna appeared next to you. His eyes grazed blatantly over your body, as if to confirm you were not the woman he initially thought you were.

“I remember you, senkensha.” Sukuna’s voice boomed, almost causing you to flinch.

He seemed amused, but strangely cautious. Even though you were staring daggers at him, trying to see into his eyes, he avoided your gaze. “The sister of my vessel.”

You grit your teeth, thinking of a reply for your next move, anything at all—something to save your skin and the students.

"A weilder of time and souls." He smirked. "Such rare and unawakened powers."

Your stomach flipped. Sukuna's compliment confirmed that he heard and saw everything when he was dormant in your brother’s body. Despite that advantage, Yuji was not told everything. Gojo was the only one who knew the true extent and possibilities of your cursed energy.

Waiting for his next move, for the right moment to make the only move you possibly could, time started to slow. It felt fluid to your movements, almost like bending to your will. You began to sense everything around you. Megumi’s energy was depleting, and he was bleeding, too, but you couldn’t help him. Nobara was still unconscious.

“Weakling,” Sukuna taunted, a bemused grin stretching across his face. “I thought the newest Yoroza supreme would be more of a challenge.”

“So why haven’t you killed me?” you asked, playing along. All you had to do was buy as much time as possible. "Or am I more useful to you alive?"

Sukuna's sneer from your blatant disrespect confirmed your answer. "You couldn't see my soul when you tried last. What makes you think that would ever change?"

But in your mind, you were barring yourself to the void, pleading with your ancestors to accept your bargain. You would submit, become the next supreme, and fully accept the power and responsibility of such a gift. This power was no longer a curse.

Lend me your strength.

Sukuna laughed, as if sensing your internal offering, as if sensing the heavenly pact you just accepted. Now, you were bound to forces you didn’t completely understand. But, you would still be a nuisance. He let out a tch.

"Foolish woman, toying with magic you can't possibly understand."

A second line began to carve into your chest, but this time, it didn’t hurt. If anything, you felt more alive than you ever had before.

Suddenly, your cursed energy flared to life, far more significant than you realized, and you felt a rush. Your pact was accepted, and you were fully awakened. Everything clicked into place, all at once. There was no more fear, there was no more hesitation. You could see everything around you all at once, and it was beautiful.

And what was even more exhilarating, was that you moved one full second faster than Sukuna, the future ticking through your mind right before it happened. Premonition, the most fateful ability.

His eyes moved faster than his body did, realizing your advancement but unable to move. Smirking at you, he didn't prepare to fight back, only raising his hand with sharpened, elongated nails and pivoting them to his chest.

Four eyes met yours. "Still too late to save your br-" Sukuna tried to gloat, almost relishing in his victory until a sudden pang grazed his soul.

The King of Curses had fallen into your trap.

Before Sukuna could carve Yuji’s heart from his own body, his eyes were filled with an array of mystifying colors. He was frozen in place, stuck in a mirage that seemed to stretch forever.

It took all of your energy, all of your willpower. It felt like the hands of your ancestors guided you. But instead of trying to eliminate Sukuna's presence, you reached out to Yuji's soul.

He was tired, his hope was diminishing, and he was on the verge of giving up. The brightness of his soul was now like a vanishing sunset, his hope diminishing. I’m here Yuji. You called out, shattering the chaos of Sukuna’s taunting. And like the first breath of fresh air that lungs inhaled after drowning, your brother took control of his body.

“Y-Y/N-” he managed to choke out before he stumbled against you. Steadying your fatigued brother, you let out a choked sob of relief.

The markings that tainted his body faded away. He was back. He wasn’t dead.

“Thank God,” you whispered, wanting to wrap your arms around him and cry, while the other half wanted to slap him for giving you such a scare. But, there was no time.

There was no time to breathe, for the second Yuji smiled back at you, shattering glass and toppling rumble echoed throughout the warehouse. The beast, the cursed spirit, had pummeled Megumi in the wall behind him, the concrete cracking in zig-zagged lines.

It roared in response, displaying some level of intelligence. But its form was littered with too much energy and too many souls for you to do anything.

“Megumi!” Yuji screamed.

As he raced to his friend, you rushed to a waking Nobara. “Im here, I’m here,” you reassured, helping her to her feet. She seemed a bit dizzy and unfocused, but she was overall okay. She’d only been out for a few minutes, and all you could grant her was one minute to regain her senses.

Dazed, Nobara stared at you. “Y/N… you’re glowing.”

Confused, you glanced down at your hands. A faint mirage of green was surrounding you, outlining your physical body.

“It's too strong,” Megumi coughed, leaning against Yuji as they approached your side. "It has reserves-"

Blood started to rush across the floor and toward the cursed spirit. You and the students would be caught in a continuous trajectory of battle until all of you or the beast ran out of cursed energy to draw from. And this beast had hundreds of more bodies to burn through, an overwhelming amount of blood to drink, and organs to consume.

“Nobara,” you whispered, not having to ask her again if she was okay, she was standing on her own two feet now. “Go behind that generator and get rid of the blood and organs.”

She, too, understood what you meant when she saw the blood trickling in slow, continuous lines to the cursed spirits. Sharing a look of understanding, Nobara darted away.

Even if you had just inherited a copious amount of magic, it wasn’t necessarily useful in combat. You had no shield, and still, no experience. This cursed spirit was ravenous, high off an equal amount of cursed energy that had been forcibly poured into it. It would do anything for more, especially if it still had a continuous supply.

Shattering glass eminated from behind you. You could sense Nobara’s cursed energy bursting to life from behind, beginning the erasure process.

In response, the beast bellowed in frustration. It was abhorrent, and the sound of bubbling flesh filled the warehouse as it split into two equally gigantic bodies. Bulging eyes and leathered skin only seemed to mimic the animals slaughtered to create it. It was as if a child had drawn a cow without knowing the correct proportions.

Steam poured from their nostrils, and once it saw your flaring cursed energy, one of them bowed its head to charge.

You threw your hands up in front of you, trying to summon your cursed energy as a shield. But its horns were sharp, and you were already fatigued. It was going to kill you, it should have killed you, but the pain never came.

Do not release yet. A voice echoed in your mind as the ceiling started to vibrate, as rubble and dust began to fall around you.

The ceiling split open, and you were blinded by the outside sun, shining down on you despite the surroundings of evil, darkness, and death.

Gojo crashed through the cement ceiling, teleporting in front of you and splitting the monster in two before you could even blink. The cursed spirit disintegrated before your eyes, and a flash of red filled the entire warehouse. It was blinding, blistering, ferocious.

Once it disappeared, all you could see was Gojo. And suddenly, everything was in its right place.

“Are you okay?” Gojo whirled around, immediately embracing you and cupping your face, relishing in your presence and touch. He inspected every cut and bruise that littered your skin, needing to make sure you were unharmed.

The presence of Sukuna lingered. Gojo had felt the air shift on his way there, even from miles away, but he could not teleport directly to your side the moment Yuji called his phone. Only a few minutes had passed, and Gojo had killed multiple witches to reach your side, but he was finally there.

He was supposed to be the smartest and strongest, and he would never be able to live with himself if his oversight had gotten you killed. But despite his worries, even though you were still alive and relatively unharmed, you were somehow different.

To touch you, he turned his infinity off, but you were not bound to anything anymore. You were…changed. It lingered in the air and vitalized your cursed energy.

“Where’s your blindfold?” you asked, looking away, wanting to look at him but knowing you shouldn’t. Your ears were still ringing, your head was still spinning, you felt more powerful than you ever had before and the voices in your head were desperate to see Gojo’s soul, to use his power as your own. It could happen if you let it, but you would never betray Gojo like that.

All that mattered at this moment was that he was there. And all you wanted to do was collapse in his arms. But there were still cursed spirits surrounding the two of you, another portion preying on a weakened Megumi, and desperate Yuji.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Gojo whispered. “Why won’t you look me in the eyes?”

“I can’t...”

“Why?”

As the realization washed over him, Gojo couldn’t help but smile. Any other man would shy away, but he only felt his heart beat faster. You no longer had to look into someone’s eyes to see their soul. Your gift was now alive and unbounded.

“My eyes…” you trailed off, while also pulling down the hem of your shirt to reveal the fresh scar. “I can see everything now.”

The part of Gojo that wanted to keep you safe and protected was immensely concerned. Your cursed energy was potent, about to explode. You had been through a vivifying transformation and had made a heavenly pact. But the uncertainty of this bond was apparent, its limitations unknown and possibly unstable.

The other part of him that appreciated everything about you, that had always craved to have not just a lover, but someone of equal strength, was insanely proud.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered tenderly, so softly that it called to your soul and settled all the uncertainties swirling in your mind. Gojo grinned, eyes grazing your entire body and the green aura that enveloped you. His thumb traced your jawline and beckoned you into a single, quick kiss.

Your eyes fluttered, and so did your heart. His eyes finally met yours, his voice soothing and calm despite the mayhem surrounding the two of you.

“You can use whatever part of me you need to,” he whispered. “Just look at me, please.”

At his plea, laced with confirmation and understanding, you listened. Gojo’s eyes were crinkled in admiration, filled with so much love and trust that your knees felt like they were going to buckle underneath you.

And it all came crashing in.

Glimpsing his soul for the first time, and the indescribable color of it all, made you gasp. It was incomprehensible. But it still made you feel more powerful than you ever thought possible.

The entire universe was at your grasp, and feeling an inch of his power was like a raindrop in the ocean. Every atom around you became yours to control. Fingers curled, eyes wide open, absorbing every color you could not see before. Every emotion, you felt it all. Everything. Infinity.

All of it surged into you. What beautiful colors. What a precious soul.

“Finally.” You cupped his face so gently, as if he was fragile, eyes sparkling with awe. “I can see you.”

But most importantly, the soul bond snapped into its rightful place. Your rightful place was beside him, and it resonated so magically that tears pricked in your eyes. Seeing all of him and accepting this bond was unlike anything else.

Gojo was your soulmate. The most beautiful white, the lightest yellow, what you assumed heaven looked like from above the clouds. The light that gave the forest below such a vibrant green, what nourished the essence of the earth and oversaw it all.

“So?” Gojo whispered, the left corner of his mouth upturned like it always did when he knew more than he was letting on. He felt it too, and everything Tomoe told him made sense.

“I think you know.”

And that’s when you saw it, a grotesque, morphed horn was seconds away from impaling Yuji and Megumi. You predicted it the second before it would happen before Gojo could unfocus his attention on you. Aided by the soul bond, and the rituals of your ancestors, for thirty whole seconds, you were the most powerful being on the planet. A seer with comparable powers hadn't been born in centuries. And you, transcended the equivalent.

As soon as the sky is colored green,

The chosen one realizes their blindness.

The Sanskrit translated in your mind, rushing thousands of years of knowledge into your brain—your prophecy.

The only woman in history with the potential to wield infinity. The Yoroza coven’s most vital supreme.

Next to Gojo, your fingers covered your left eye before abruptly parting. A heavenly essence settled in your soul. A soul now awakened with blessed, lethal abilities.

The ability to control and predict time.

“Domain expansion.” Your voice seemed to echo louder than ever before, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could process them. “Aurora Impendium.”

It was one of the fastest and most seamless domain expansions Gojo had ever seen. Without so much as a stagger, everyone in the warehouse was consumed, trapping not just the special grade but also Gojo and the students.

A sudden calmness settled over them all.

Towering red oaks—larger than life itself, with a dark sky that shifted fluidly with a pure green aura. Pink and blue, purple and white. It was as if you were all transported to a desolate mountain in Alaska. The stars shined brighter than they ever had before. The colors glimmered with your movements.

“The northern lights…” Nobara whispered in awe.

Yuji was dumbstruck, so much so that tears welled in his eyes.

Megumi felt a strange sense of comfort. It was the same type that he felt in the vision.

And Gojo, well… He fell in love with you completely and knew there was no going back now. You were the woman of his dreams, the other half of his heart, and it resonated past his comprehension. He was entranced, and so was everyone else.

As everyone processed the change of scenery, you walked forward to the cursed spirit who was frozen in place. Particles glistened as you approached, smiling softly at Yuji and Megumi before you faced the cursed spirit.

So much pain. So much suffering. Churning in agony, writhing in pain and despair, faint voices of those unheard and forgotten. They were screaming, they begged for release from this mortal coil.

Perhaps you’d been blessed with this ability for that very reason.

Gathering your senses, you didn’t realize you were being watched by Gojo and the students. You closed the gap between yourself and the cursed spirit. It couldn’t move but it was aware, the veins on its discolored and leathery neck popped with agitation and primal terror.

You entered its mind with a manner that seemed skilled, as if you had done this before. You saw its soul, and it left you perplexed, discovering something new, possibly something that no human had ever glimpsed the way you had. Something not human, yet still burning with souls. Deformed and mangled, an entity that could not be created nor destroyed, only transported to another realm.

To its rightful place of peace and tranquility.

“Be at peace, " you whispered through realms, gently placing your hand on its gnarled nose. Only a second passed before the curse started disintegrating, the body turning to dust, the soul releasing in sparkling fragments. One by one, the copies, the extensions of its life forms, faded into nothing.

Ash filled the air, almost suffocating you. Your power and the epiphany faded away.

“Y/N…” Gojo stared at you with such a mystifying expression that you briefly smiled before stumbling.

“Satoru…” you gasped, feeling your knees buckle, dismally so. How weak you had become. After wielding one of the most potent energies known, and making it your own, one look at him and you fell apart. How could a man make you crumble in such a way? To make you surrender completely from the mere sound of his voice?

One look at him, and nothing else mattered. Satoru was your home.

When he brought his hand to yours, everything made sense. What a mercy you were, giving him everything he had prayed for. Gojo felt it at that moment, he felt the infinity in his hands. He thought he knew the world in its entirety, but being next to you was like discovering a reality reborn. All the spaces his mind couldn't reach, you could. All the gaps in his mind, you filled. You encapsulated every blind spot he had.

You suffocated him intoxicatingly, and he would be damned if he let you slip through his fingers.

For once in his life, someone was able to take care of and protect him. Someone finally understood what he went through every time he let his eyes surface. The burden of power was not solely on his shoulders.

Heavenly, you were. Powerful. The moon to his sun, everything, and more. It was you; it had always been you. The realization was overwhelming, and it was earth-shattering. Unless someone were to experience this moment, it would not make sense. It just clicked. You were so in love with him that you would do anything for him.

It caused your body to shiver. You were made for him in every sense, in every moment, throughout space and time.

“I knew it.” Gojo held you against him, tightly, as if you would escape, as if you would even think about leaving him. “You were made for me.”

“I am,” you whispered breathlessly, grasping him desperately, feeling euphoric on the comedown. Three words. On the tip of your tongue, deep within your soul that nobody else could see, not in the way you could glimpse theirs. But Gojo could. He knew you in the same way you knew him.

With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was as if a dam had broken, and his pent-up emotions poured out unto you. A rush of blocked water, of what was meant to be, as nature intended.

Addicted, euphoric, Gojo deepened your kiss. He gripped you with entail, with need, causing a sigh to leave your nose. Parting his lips, his tongue danced along your lower lip, begging for more, begging for your whole mouth.

And for a brief moment, barely a second, you let him. With smitten eyes, Gojo stared down at you, almost unable to believe you kissed him, was kissing him, in front of the students no less. Pulling him tight against you, your tongue met his with the same ferocity. He breathed in your scent and absorbed your taste. Kissing you felt natural as if your bodies had been made for each other.

“Please.” He pouted when you pulled away, as you realized the students were staring at you.

“Later,” you whispered, knowing that hiding your passion for him was impossible. As you pulled away from Gojo, you noticed you were breathing with him in tune, breathing the same fire, from the same lung.

Eyes tethered in contract. The second you could get him alone you would take him. With a warm, gentle brush of your fingers along his cheek, Satoru pulled back and gathered himself, understanding your intentions.

You loved him back. He could feel it, and there were no more questions.

As Yuji stared at you, recognizing the same happiness in your expression and movements, all he could feel was joy. You were happy, and so was Gojo. That was all that mattered to him. And honestly, it made sense. Not that he expected your relationship, but it had never opposed him, and he had never had any distrust in either of you. If you deserved anyone, it was Gojo-Sensei. And if anyone deserved his eldest, newfound, but unique sister, it was Gojo-Sensei.

You had saved him, just like Gojo had saved him.

“It makes sense.” Yuji’s lip quivered.

Megumi noticed, and even he had nothing to say. The truth was they all had known the whole time. You and Gojo made sense from the beginning, despite your attempt to hide it.

“He’s different with Y/N,” Megumi said, smiling slightly as he turned to Itadori. “I’ve never seen him act like that with anyone else.”

“Did they seriously just make out in front of us?” Nobara asked with mock disgruntlement in her tone, scrunching her nose. But even her, despite her jokes, felt tender as she watched you embrace Gojo-Sensei. She could only wish to love someone as deeply as Gojo seemed to love you. But, loving someone as passionately as you loved him back was a feeling she wondered about. That type of bond and trust, was few and far between.

A true soulmate. A type of euphoria that most would never find.

From Nobara’s joke, you completely pulled off of Gojo, but still lingered closely, so closely that you let his arm slide around your waist. A bashful claim.

“Is everyone okay?” you questioned with a smile.

“Thanks to you.” Nobara smiled back, cracking under the pure light you managed to exude. A type of kindness, peacefulness, and grace unique only to you.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N?” Yuji asked, eyebrows creased with worry.

Nodding, you sank against Satoru further. Only the slight sting of the gash on your arm remained.

"I'm just tired," you replied before your eyes fell into a slit; you leaned into Gojo and murmured quietly. “I need you now.”

Like him, you were desperate for a moment alone.

And there was hardly a conversation before he teleported all of you back to Jujutsu Tech.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru

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cinniipuppiii · 5 months ago

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HIII!!! :3

I was wondering if you could do a HC of Megumi Fushiguro as our younger brother? GN!reader if possible!! I want you to have full freedom of writing it!

Thank you!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Megumi Fushiguro As Your Younger Brother!

Includes: Megumi, GN! Fushiguro!Reader

A/N: SORRY RHIS TOOK SO LONG. Gonna be honest, I forgot this was in my drafts, LOL. I hope you're still around!!

Backstory 🤍

You knew your father, but he gave you to the Zen'in Clan before Megumi was born. He wanted you to have a better life than he did.

You knew he had good intentions, so you didn't hold it against him.

You have a projection sorcery technique, as the rest of your family.

Despite what your father wanted, your life ended up like he'll.

You left a little after Megumi was born. You wanted to be there for him, because you knew what Toji was going to do.

You didn't blame your father, but you wanted Megumi to have a better life than you did.

When Toji married Tsumiki's mother, you ended up staying with them.

When your parents left without a trace, you were left to take care of them.

You were young, but you took care of your step sister and your younger brother. You were strong physically, but you didn't understand yourself mentally anymore because of this.

You grew up faster than them. You wanted them to have a better life.

When Megumi was in elementary school, that's when you and him met Satoru Gojo.

Now, he acts like a better father than Toji acted like.

Current 💙

You train with Megumi often, hence why he's quite strong.

You try your best to act like the best older sibling you can.

Megumi won't admit it, but he admires the hell out of you.

You, him, and Gojo sometimes have alone days where he spoils the hell out of you two.

You two fight more than anyone.

"What the hell did you just day to me, emo boy??" And rubbing his head aggressively until he apologizes.

Normal sibling banter.

He hates when you tease him, since he's younger. Especially when you do it around his friends.

You ADORE his dogs. He knows you do. When you're sad, he'll sometimes summon them to make you smile again.

As much as he acts like he hates you, you know deep down you both love each other very much.

You'd literally die for each other.

You and Gojo were definitely the ones who came up with the formations for whenever Megumi gets hit on.

You know basically everything about each other. Favorite foods, songs, etc. When one of you is having a bad day, expect almost all of those to be brought into the picture.

He hates to admit it, but he loves when you hug him. It makes him feel safe.

If you're antisocial, he is, too! You two just sit there in a comfortable, understanding silence.

If you're extroverted, you try to get him to do things with you and his friends!

You sometimes steal Gojo's card and take him shopping whenever he's down.

His shikigami LOVE you. Even Nue!

Which is funny because they reflect how he feels.

That's how you know he loves you.

But now, you don't know what to do.

You can't see him the same. Not after what happened.

But you want to help him. He's your brother.

You know how he feels deep inside, especially after killing yalls adoptive father.

Snap out of it, Y/n.

Save him.

Save him like he saved you.

Help him.

He needs it.

Push your feelings aside and help him.

#cinniiwrites #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gender neutral reader #platonic #jjk #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #fushiguro x reader #jjk fushiguro #siblings

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clockworkt · 8 months ago

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This is a mini rant/hill I will forever die on, with supporting evidence! In recent years I've been seeing more and more Sasuke-doesn't-like-animals talk and I feel like people have forgotten the sheer number of animals Sasuke interacts with in the series. Like yes you could argue he got the summons contract with the snakes only because he absorbed Orochimaru (whether he would have gotten the contract on his own without getting it from Orochimaru is debatable), and you could argue he got the contract with hawks for utilitarian purposes only (they are a very practical summons and Sasuke is very pragmatic from childhood after the massacre). But I feel like everyone's forgotten his relationship with the ninja cats? Like I've seen no mention of them in so long and a lot of people who associates him with cats seem to only do it based on personality but like??? Bro literally deals with ninja cats in the manga (I don't recall if the scene where he does is animated, I own the volume but I have no idea what episode that would be).

And I didn't screenshot the panel where he mentions it (this is in chapter 354 for reference) but it's a munitions storage area for th Uchiha clan. Again, this is a practical association he has with animals (cats in this case) but like compared to other characters in the series one of the only other people with affinities/associations with so many different animals is Juugo. Naruto has frogs and foxes, but from my memory he does have specific established relationships with any other species. Kakashi has his dogs and you could argue wolves with his father, and Kiba also has dogs, Sakura and Tsunade have slugs and you could also kind of argue pigs for Tsunade because of Shizune, Jiraya has frogs, and Sai I wouldn't really consider his ink drawings as animals. Shino has beetles (as far as I remember it's one species of beetle?), Kabuto has Orochimaru's snakes, Itachi has crowd (and arguably the same association with cats as Sasuke but we don't really see him interact with them much, at least in the main series. I know there have been like side story gaiden released but I haven't read/watched them all oop). Who else has his range of species????

Sasuke is an animal lover and I rest my case, bro is a walking pet sanctuary waiting to happen his ass would absolutely occasionally walk around with a snake in his shirt while he's traveling and shit and I will hear nothing else!

(and I, an avid animal lover who has owned cats, dogs, fish, and frogs and very much wants pet snakes in the future have no reason to be biased towards him being an animal lover whatsoever)

#Naruto #Sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasuke is an animal lover #you can't change my mind #this is one of many silly little hills I will die on

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bonefall · 4 months ago

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Sweetums lore when? (Sisters feast iph)

Yes yes Sweetums is delightful. But my boy Pumpernickel did a pummelkickel all over those Clan cats as Zeke summoned 10,000 dogs and Curry was a mean woman. Name a more iconic trio, I'll wait.

#fennelposting #I gotta get these three into BB lmao I love them #Absolutely incredible I love you three so much #I was immediately struck by the idea that they all actually have food names #And Zeke is short for Zucchini #bones reads iph

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rippleclan · 6 months ago

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[Image ID: a faded Dark Forest spirit (a red transparent cat with black holes for eyes) stands under the title, “Spirits of Shadow: Compendium.”]

I wanted to make sure I wrote down all the Spirits of Shadow I’ve created for the series so far so that if I use them, they don’t feel weirdly placed. Basic summaries await!

Skin N’ Bones: spirits of hunger and cannibalism. Well known tormentors of those in the Dark Forest, driving them into the depths of hunger before turning them so mad, they try to eat other cats. Visit the living world when they struggle to find victims in the Dark Forest.

Wraiths: echos of pain and suffering that haunt a location in the real world and the Dark Forest. They pull cats in to repeat their horrific tales. The shipwreck was once thought to house wraiths, but future generations will say the birth of Carnationspeckle in that shipwreck drove them off with the energy of her pure compassion.

Heralds: spirits pretending to be regular cats. They ask for aid and when the clans give them permission, they open portals to summon more Spirits of Shadow.

Honeybites: spirits who mimic strange dens and enticing caves, luring curious cats into their gaping mouths, which look like typical entrances.

Shardlings: the broken pieces of a destroyed Dark Forest cat, representing their inner thoughts and emotions. Without their other pieces, they are volatile and intense. While they can be “killed”, they always remain as some trace of the dead spirit.

Stormfoots: born of the Dark Forest warrior Stormfoot, who left his bastard kits to freeze to death. They create powerful storms that StarClan has trouble controlling.

Dark Forest Warriors: the general population of the Dark Forest. While some have arisen to become unique enemies in their own right, the entire population of the dark forest can be considered a type of spirit of shadow. While some spend their afterlife quietly, others try to engage with the living and join forces with some of the monsters that plague them.

Darkhounds: the Clan equivalent of hellhounds, the darkhounds are a common enemy in the Dark Forest, chasing down warriors and devouring them again and again. Some cats can manipulate them, just like they would manipulate a pack of dogs. Other times, when a darkhound doesn’t find a soul to snack on, it will slip to the mortal world for a hunt.

Dog-cat: a horrific fusion of dog and cat. Said to be born of Dogcall, who befriended dogs and used them against the other Clans.

Forsaken Prey: if you hunt prey and do not respect its sacrifice, its spirit can turn into a crazed and rabid ghost, seeking to treat you the same way.

Rat Leader: a mass of rats, their tails entangled. Carriers of disease and panic, it is unsafe to be around them for long.

Scarecrows: stories of the strange human figures that stand in the wheat fields have given birth to a new Spirit of Shadow, a human made of wheat and plants that hides and waits for a passing cat.

Leatherwaste: Leatherwaste is the dishonor title of a careless and callous artisan who desecrated the bodies of prey animals beyond use. Now scraps of fur/leather fall off this Dark Forest soul and turn into leather amalgamations who like to destroy Dark Forest spirits in the same way.

Manykits: the spiritual children of Goldtoe, who had mates across the Clans and sired many children. These ghostly kits make cats lost and lure them far from home.

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Under a Sagittarian sun —————ONE SHOT

On December 7, 1989, in Kyoto, the maximum temperature was 15 degrees Celsius. The moon was in a waxing gibbous phase, and the skies were overcast. The atmosphere felt charged with electricity, lamps flickered mischievously, and cats restlessly roamed the windows of the Gojo clan’s quarters. Two midwives and an experienced doctor exchanged concerned glances during the grueling nine hours they had spent attending to the distinguished woman in labor.

On that same day, Kito Nanaru hesitated before entering the place. Something about the kitsune statues at the entrance, the cedar trees in the courtyard, and the creaking wooden floors unsettled her. She had never felt comfortable in this grand house, much less in its temple. Yet, she had to be there. That day, the odds of a miracle were high, and as a priestess, it was her duty—or rather, her destiny—to verify it.

She declined every offering of tea and bowls of miso, remaining in fasting to enhance her connection with the spiritual realm for the impending birth.

“Miss Nanaru, do you think these…” one of the maids began to ask but fell silent after a few seconds.

Nanaru sighed, already knowing the question.

“Will they be born alive?” She clicked her tongue. “At least one of them should.”

The maid nodded and left, leaving Nanaru alone. Weary, the priestess sat cross-legged on the floor. She might as well meditate. Her instincts told her that this third attempt by the Gojo clan would be even more challenging than the previous ones.

Closing her eyes, her mind emptied for about nine minutes. She focused on her breath, counted the beads of her japa mala, and discerned the faint purple aura in her inner vision. That was good; it meant she could find calm and grounding, even in such a strange place.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale again.

Suddenly, a dog’s howl jolted her heart. Alarmed, she instinctively moved toward the room where the woman was laboring. As if orchestrated, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the space the moment she entered. Amid a thunderclap’s deafening roar, she saw two newborns, identical to each other. One lay still, his blue eyes wide open—too open. The other kicked and gasped, unable to open his eyes.

Nanaru approached the second baby.

“Is…is he alright?” she asked anxiously.

“Yes. It’s the other one who…well…may the gods watch over him,” the doctor sighed in sorrow.

Nanaru glanced toward the first baby, but a midwife had already draped a cloth over him.

Another flash of lightning lit the room, followed by the piercing cry of the surviving baby.

“Did he survive?!” the mother exclaimed, attempting to sit up in bed. One midwife moved to steady her, but she shoved the woman aside with surprising strength. “Nanaru! Do your damn job and examine him!”

The priestess closed her eyes, summoning all her willpower to stay calm. She knew she wasn’t supposed to feel this way, but she despised the Gojo clan. The eternal promise of their bloodline and their techniques had turned them into a cold and calculating lineage.

With a sigh, she took the crying baby in her arms. She pitied him; minutes into life, he was already being treated as an object, a vessel valued only for what he carried.

And they didn’t yet know if he carried it.

“What will become of you if you don’t…” she murmured, troubled.

A third lightning bolt illuminated the room, and the baby’s eyes opened.

Nanaru stifled a gasp. Those weren’t the eyes of a baby, nor of a human. Those eyes didn’t even seem to belong to this plane. Those eyes, those anguished eyes, were the eyes of a god.

A fearsome god.

Certain he had been born with them, the priestess pressed her forehead to the child’s, closed her eyes, and entered a trance.

She saw a field of flowers, hands clasping, waves crashing on the shore, vivid violet eyes, a river of blood, a red explosion, a torrent of curses, a brilliant purple flash, a bouquet of blue calla lilies, and a tender smile. Abruptly, her heart raced as she felt a darkness as black as despair. Alarmed, she pulled away from the baby when she found herself surrounded by skulls and glimpsed that four-armed monster.

Him. The King of Curses.

An acute pain shot through her abdomen, and she immediately knew the tragic fate the gods had written for the being in her arms.

“How…how can this be possible?” she whispered, holding the baby tightly again.

“Nanaru,” the boy’s mother called from across the room, her voice weak. “Tell me, damn witch…is he…or isn’t he?”

The priestess sighed, stroking the baby’s head.

“Yes. Congratulations, Satomi,” she replied bitterly. “Your son has been born with the Six Eyes and will master your clan’s technique. By the time he’s sixteen, he’ll be the strongest sorcerer. He’ll have no rival.”

“Except for the Double-Faced one,” Nanaru thought.

The mother smiled in satisfaction.

“Then he is worthy of being called Satoru,” she declared before collapsing from exhaustion.

The doctor and midwives rushed to her aid, leaving the infant Satoru wailing in the priestess’s arms. Nanaru was overwhelmed with a profound sadness.

“You’re the first of your siblings to survive,” she whispered to the grieving child. “Please, be happy. Even if only for a moment, be happy, little Satoru.”

A moment later, a midwife gently took the baby from her.

“I’m sorry. I had instructions to…”

“It’s alright,” Nanaru interrupted. “My work here is done.”

Before leaving, the priestess cast one last glance at the child and sighed. Something about this newborn—the bearer of the Six Eyes and the heir to the Infinity technique, whose birth had just rebalanced the world, whose destiny was marked by loneliness and tragedy—made her reflect on how melancholy the color blue could be.

On December 7, 1989, in Kyoto, under a sagittarian sun, amid the scent of blood and incense, under the sound of wind chimes stirred by a roaring winter storm, and burdened by a dreadful and secret prophecy, Gojo Satoru entered the world.

***

The Gojo clan estate, secluded among perfectly manicured gardens and impenetrable walls, always maintained a sort of solemn silence. Within those walls, young Satoru lived surrounded by luxuries he couldn’t appreciate and a loneliness he couldn’t understand. From the moment he could form coherent thoughts, he knew only one thing—a single, absolute truth his mother repeated to him constantly: he could not be like the others. Ever.

By the age of three, his life was already ruled by a rigid schedule. His routine began before dawn, when the faint winter light barely reached the windows of his room. Each day unfolded into a grueling array of physical and mental tasks designed to push him to his limits: training sessions that tested his body, studies that challenged his mind, and lessons crafted to remind him that he was the bearer of the Six Eyes, the pride of the clan, the strongest. Every failure, no matter how small, was met with disapproving glances and subtle critiques.

“You have a duty, Satoru. Weakness doesn’t suit the Six Eyes.”

His mother, Satomi, never consoled him nor directly praised him. Yet the rare words of approval she let slip were more valuable to him than any toy or sweetness.

“You are special, Satoru. The most special of all,” she would say in a detached tone, as if his achievements weren’t a source of pride but merely expected. These words, combined with constant flattery from the clan’s servants and members, built in him a shell of confidence that was, in truth, sheer arrogance.

As he grew older, he grew accustomed to reverent bows, extravagant gifts, and admiring looks. At clan gatherings, heads bowed as he walked past. “What an extraordinary child,” they murmured, while six-year-old Satoru smiled with an air of superiority that mirrored the adults perfectly.

But behind that smile was a child who spent hours playing alone, his shadow his only companion.

One particularly cold night, when physical and mental exhaustion overwhelmed him, Satoru allowed himself a brief moment of vulnerability. He curled up in the corner of his vast room, the lights turned off, and let his mind wander to questions he never dared to ask.

“Why can’t I play like them? Why do I have to be the strongest? Why can’t someone else be?”

Questions that would remain forever unanswered because his mother had taught him that doubt was equivalent to failure.

And the Gojo did not fail.

With his small fist, he struck the wall, trying to vent the immense frustration he felt—too much for someone so young to bear.

On December 7, 1999, in Kyoto, under a Sagittarian sun, amidst discipline and privilege, challenges and adulation, Gojo Satoru celebrated, in silence and complete darkness, ten blue years of the most melancholic solitude.

***

Geto Suguru had a hard time reconciling himself with the fact that no one had ever celebrated Satoru’s birthday. When Shoko Ieiri casually told him that Satoru’s mother believed celebrating another year of life was something for peasants, unworthy of the strongest, anger bubbled in Suguru’s stomach and surged to his throat with the same intensity he reserved for certain curses. However, wise as he was at his tender age of fifteen, he decided not to act on those negative feelings. Instead, he channeled what Shoko had told him into an act of pure love.

Surprising someone with Gojo Satoru’s heightened senses wasn’t easy. Suguru had to wait until Satoru was absolutely and deeply asleep before preparing everything with the care and precision that marked everything he did.

At dawn, he sat on the bed and watched him sleep for a while. The way his white hair fell across his forehead, the way he scrunched his little nose when he snored, the rhythmic sound of his breathing, and the way his strong hands rested on his chest—everything about him amazed Suguru. Everything about him brought him joy. Everything about him made Suguru fall more in love.

How could he not celebrate that such a magnificent being as Gojo Satoru was born into this world?

When Satoru woke, the first thing he saw was sixteen blue and yellow balloons at the foot of his bed. Still groggy, he turned to his left, where the window framed a rainy day with a garland featuring his favorite Pokémon. As realization dawned, he turned to his right. Sitting beside him, with loose hair, slightly dark circles under his eyes, and a cake in his hands, was Suguru, smiling the most beautiful smile Satoru had ever seen.

“Happy birthday, little one,” Suguru whispered, using a gentle curse to light the blue candle atop the small cake.

Satoru didn’t respond immediately. His heart had sped up at the sight of Suguru’s devotion. He had never experienced a celebration like this—not just because it marked his birthday, but because the love Suguru had poured into every detail enveloped him like a warm blanket on a cold night.

“Are you…celebrating my birthday?” Satoru asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid the words might shatter the magic of the moment.

Suguru nodded.

“Yeah. I find it insulting that no one has celebrated it all this time.”

Satoru widened his eyes and looked at the cake in front of him.

“I’m supposed to blow it out, right?” he asked softly, a novel wave of shyness washing over him.

Suguru smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Yes, and you also have to—”

But Satoru had already blown out the candle loudly, cutting him off.

“—make a wish,” Suguru finished, laughing.

Satoru burst out laughing as well, a sound that came from deep within. The act stirred something inside him. Not only did he begin to grasp the symbolism of celebrating another year of life, but extinguishing that small flame also brought with it a pure optimism that made him feel euphoric. He felt it in the goosebumps on his skin, the adrenaline in his stomach, and the joy in his soul—something new was happening: he wasn’t alone anymore.

“I don’t need to wish for anything, Suguru,” he said, stuffing half the cake into his mouth.

Suguru watched him, amused.

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Money McMillionaire,” Suguru teased, winking at him.

Satoru swallowed the cake and leaned closer.

“It’s not that, idiot,” he said, hugging Suguru tightly. “It’s because all I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms.”

“Did you just quote a ’90s song, Satoru?”

“…Maybe.”

Suguru laughed heartily as he ran his fingers through Satoru’s white hair. Satoru blushed.

“Not all of us can be Mr. Literature like you, Suguru!” Satoru exclaimed, crossing his arms. “Some of us need help expressing ourselves!”

Still laughing, Suguru cupped Satoru’s face in his hands.

“You don’t have to say anything, little one,” Suguru whispered, kissing the tip of his nose and then both his cheeks. “It’s your birthday. You can quote all the songs you want. You deserve it.”

Satoru sighed. “Why?”

“Because you’re special, Satoru. The most special of all.”

Gently, Suguru kissed him. As their lips met, a warmth bloomed in Satoru’s chest and spread through his entire body.

“Suguru…”

“Hmm?”

“Since it’s my birthday, can I do whatever I want?”

“Yep.”

“Can I do whatever I want to you?”

Suguru arched an eyebrow, blushing despite himself. “Well…”

“Tickles!” Satoru exclaimed, lunging at his boyfriend and attacking him with his fingers.

Laughter filled the room as Suguru tried to evade his playful assault, both of them sharing a moment of pure happiness. In that instant, the outside world faded away. The pressures of being the strongest, the bearer of the Six Eyes, the wielder of Infinity—all of it shrank into insignificance thanks to the magic of this birthday.

Thanks to the love of someone who saw beyond his strength.

On December 7, 2005, in Tokyo, under a Sagittarian sun, amidst the smell of cake and cologne, with the sound of his lover’s laughter, Gojo Satoru felt, for the first time in his life, truly loved.

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