#and then suddenly everyone remembers that this man is . the strongest sorcerer in the world. like this man is incredibly powerful

[mister-ancunin]

couldn’t decide on one f/o so take the top three 😔🫳🏽 /lh i don’t have pictures but there’s this adorable vik keychain i wanna get…hopefully when it restocks !! n ive got this super cute star plushie that ive had for maybe a full year now , as well as these two gorgeous keychains of him that delivered recently…and i ordered a chibi gojo figurine that should arrive this month >_<

SELFSHIPPERS PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR FAVORITE GIF OR PICTURE OR CLIP OF YOUR F/O!! OR YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF MERCH WHETHER YOU OWN IT OR NOT!! ANY FAVORITES!!

i want to see all of your beloveds!!!

[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) comforting her husband Gojo after he was forced to kill his best friend

Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: The man who seems goofy all day, who never takes anything serious breaks down in his wife's arms after he killed his best friend.

Warning: hurt/comfort, death of Suguru, just a lil oneshot from that anon request I received yesterday, like/comment/reblog if you enjoy <3

„Satoru“, you whisper softly into the night, his frame standing in the door of your shared apartment.

You weren’t able to get there on time, to be there for him when he needed you the most. While you were out there fighting curses, Satoru was forced to kill his best friend. Why? Why does he have to endure this never-ending pain, the torture of being the strongest? Wasn’t it enough that he lost his best friend? Why on earth did all of this happen? You can't even imagine how horrible he must feel.

“Oh, hey babe! Hope you’re doing fine!”, he greets you with a wide smile, his blindfold hiding the pain in his bright blue orbs from the world.

You can feel your heart shatter inside your chest. He is never able to be sad, never able to show how he truly feels. Not even when he’s alone with you, his wife, he lets go of his façade. And while you were always able to accept the stinging fact that he’ll never let you see everything, this doesn’t seem to be enough tonight.

“How are you feeling?”

He simply shrugs his shoulders while letting himself drop onto the couch next to you casually.

“Definitely better than the rest. Damn, have you seen how beat up the kids were? Oh, do you remember that one curse who-“

“Satoru”, you interrupt him softly.

Gently, you caress his cheek the way he always loves, watching as the wide grin on his face disappears with every skilled stroke of your hand.

“You know that this wasn’t what I meant.”

He lets out his breath, body suddenly so firm against your touch that he seems to tense every muscle in his body.

“So there’s really no way out of this conversation, huh?”, he mumbles.

The man right in front of you isn’t the Gojo Satoru everyone loves and curses at the same time. No, at the moment he isn’t the strongest, the teacher, the savior.

At the moment he’s just Satoru.

“Come on, take that mask off.”

Gradually, your fingers open the knot of his blindfold. You wait a second, give him the chance to protest against your actions. But when he stays silent, you slide his blindfold off his gorgeous face, revealing the heaviest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I’m tired, (y/n). I’m so damn tired”, he finally gives in with low voice.

You have to swallow hard, concentrate all your composure on not breaking down and cry. His eyes don’t shine as bright as they usual do, the dark circles showing more than urgently that Satoru is far beyond being exhausted.

“I still don’t get why he did all that shit, why he had to die today”, he continues, resting his head against the couch while plainly staring at the ceiling.

“And that I’m the one who finished him. He’s my best friend, (y/n). The one and only…”

“None of this is your fault-“

“Is it really, though? I should have been more attentive back then, should have been there for him, I-“

“This is not your fault”, you insist.

No, you simply can't allow him to talk about himself like this, to load even more responsibitly on his very own shoulders.

“Who says he wouldn’t have chosen this path even with you by his side? Who says you would have been able to stop him? Suguru was surrounded by friends and horror, had multiple chances to change his mind. He knew that this would happen someday, he was ready to die for this. None of this will ever be your fault, Satoru.”

“And what about all the others? Yuta, Maki, Toge and Panda almost getting killed, Haibara, the countless sorcerers who lost their lives. All these non-jujutsu sorcerers who died because of me. How long will it go on like this? And what if I’ll snap just like Suguru did? I…I can’t do this anymore.”

He lets out a shaky breath, eyes on the brink of overflowing with tears. Never in your life have you seen your husband this vulnerable, brought down by life itself. And the worst is that you can’t help him. No, there are no word that could take away his pain. There are no words to comfort him over his best friends’ death, over the countless other people who died because he’s alive.

“There is nothing I can say to cheer you up”, you finally admit.

Gently, you sit on your knees and bend over him, hands cupping his cheeks.

“But even though you don’t deserve this, even though you feel like you’re worthless I want you to remember that you are loved. Haibara loved you, Suguru loved you until the very end and I do. I will love through no matter what, I’ll stay right here by your side through it all. You don’t have to hide your tears from me, you don’t have to pretend that you’re fine when you’re far away from being fine.”

“I’m not, (y/n). I’m so far away from fine that I feel like I’ll never be happy again”, he mutters with trembling lips.

Just before a tear falls down his cheek you catch it with your finger.

“And it is more than natural to feel this way”, you reply softly.

“Do you think…Do you think he was my friend until the end?”

“Oh, he definitely was. Even though you didn’t have the same opinion, Suguru will always be your friend.”

He gifts you a small smile when another wave of tears haunts him.

“Can you hold me please?”

Your husband doesn’t have to ask twice. You let yourself fall against his chest, caress the back of his head while he swallows you with his arms, presses you firmly against his body while crying his heart out.

“I love you, (y/n). God, I love you so much”, he mutters against your neck, covers you with tiny kisses until you don’t know how to breathe anymore.

“I love you too, babe. Let’s just stay here for a while.”

“Yeah. Staying here sounds good…”

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[stsgluver]

synopsis. gojo satoru always wins.

wc. 880

tags. gojo x reader, fluff, spoilers for 236, possible spelling mistakes I have not proofread this (do I ever?)

a/n. currently clearing out all my old wips. i've already written this in a different version I think but idc bc if i write about him coming home enough times he will eventually do it. my next few works are probs going to be my rich boy!gojo drafts

there was a brief moment when the world stilled. the air was squeezed from your lungs as everything around you slowly began to spin and you weren’t sure the last time you had slept – had it been that long that the hallucinations were finally starting to kick in?

“oh my god.” those were the only words you could utter in your state of disbelief. you couldn’t close your eyes: you couldn’t risk him disappearing. if you were brave enough, you’d reach out to trace the new scars carved into his porcelain skin.

“you can’t say that, you know how my ego is,” gojo looked as gorgeous as ever, arm raised as he leant against the doorframe of his apartment. the same apartment you’d set up camp in nineteen days ago and had only left when yuuji brought you some food. you’d lost too much to process and you were a shell of the person gojo had kissed goodbye to before he left for shibuya. there were deep purple bags under your eyes, your hair was loosely tied back in a messy bun that probably hadn’t been properly washed or brushed in several days and your clothes were probably just gojo’s – you’d been desperate for some sense of familiarity. 

he looked like he hadn’t just been sealed away in another realm. the only evidence of a struggle were his new scars that seemed to decorate every inch of available skin, beyond that he looked excited to be alive, his fitted clothes clinging to him. his cursed energy was terrifyingly immense and you knew him well enough to know he was still riding off of a high that came with fighting for him. 

you were scared to ask who had been the opponent – never would the world’s strongest sorcerer be injured and not cause equal amounts of harm in return. he had a title to uphold after all, something to prove.

“not even a hello?” he shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he tsked you. he was so casual in his mannerisms, playing it all off as though he hadn’t spent what felt like an eternity counting down the seconds so that he could see you again. “you can’t have forgotten me that quickly.” he was practically whining now, desperate for the love and warmth you gave him but not daring to cross the threshold and smother you. 

you weren’t a sorcerer and though you understood some of his world, there was so much more that you didn’t. gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared that one day it would be too overwhelming for you and you’d leave him like everyone else had. 

so he did what he did best: masked his insecurities with a sarcastic humour that held no bite: “don’t tell me there’s another man in the house.”

you smiled, and blinked, and you were suddenly here again; in the moment with him and not a thousand miles away wondering what the hell he’d been through. a lone tear slipped down your cheek and gojo ached to wipe it away.

“are you… are you real?” your voice was still shaky and if it wasn’t for the complete silence, you doubted that he would’ve been able to hear you. 

but he did, and then his arm is up against the doorframe again and he was gesturing to his physique as he complimented himself, “super powerful, mega rich and dashingly handsome? i know how perfect i may seem but i’m very real.” he winked and suddenly it was like you remembered that you have free will, practically jumping into his arms.

gojo wasn’t phased as he tucked you tightly into his body, his cursed technique completely dropped for the first time in what felt like forever. his body breathed a sigh of relief as his muscles ached.

“you’re such a jackass,” you lifted up your head to rest against his chest, eyes shining with tears that didn't fall.

gojo nodded slowly, brushing back the loose strands of your hair as he stared at you adoringly, “you love me.”

“mhmm,” you hummed, taking a step back from his longing arms to look up at him through your lashes. “y’know,” you traced a finger across the material on his chest, “you could make it up to me by closing your eyes.” his breath hitched ever so slightly under your touch. you leant in so that your lips almost touched his ear, “i need to kick my boytoy out. things could get kinda awkward if you two saw each other.”

it would be easier to list the things gojo wouldn’t do for you. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, even going as far as to hold a hand over them. “how pretty is he on a scale of 1-10?”

there was a pause before you responded, as you took in every inch of the man that stood before you. a god in a mortal’s body. one that lived and breathed and worshipped you. “he’s gorgeous,” you whispered, breathless simply from his existence alone. and then he’s smiling and laughing and picking you up, spinning you in a circle and telling you how much he loves you and for a few brief seconds he’s just satoru and you’re just his.

[imsofthelp]

Category: smut, angst

Warnings: smoking, sort of jjk spoilers but not really stated clearly, angsty, cursing, gojo being smitten is a warning of it’s own

Summary: Your ability allows you to see visions of the future. Once you see your lover dead, you can’t help but want to pull away and keep him safe

***

Satoru awakes when the sun is about to rise and colour the world in molten gold. It’s not a peaceful awakening, not the usual smell of coffee you brewed after slipping out of his grasp in the early hours of the morning and not the sound of you humming a melody only known to you.

Your screams tug at the strings of his heart in a way he didn’t even think was possible and before he’s even fully awake, his muscular arms reach out to wrap themselves around you, their goal to comfort and to ground you. He was still here and you were still safe.

Your eyes flutter open and closed like the wings of a butterfly, breathing erratic and uneven.

Gojo was always a selfish man and how could he not be if almost everyone worshipped not only him but the ground he walked on. A god amongst mortals, an angel meant to erase the sins of the humanity. Right now, he would do anything to take your pain away, to ease the trembling of your cold hands and calm down the way your heart is beating too fast.

A worse side of your technique, being able to summon anything you dreamed of last night, were the obscure visions of the future.

He’s learned not to ask right after, to allow you time to calm down and get your voice back. He’s more worried about you than curious about the future. A fleeting thought that this would never be the case for anyone else but you comes and goes.

When you do finally speak, your voice is croaky and barely audible, muttered into his dark shirt.

“You were dead.”

Three short words and his hands that have been stroking your back softly, freeze. Satoru thinks he misheard you. The idea of him dying is simply ridiculous. Who would be able to kill the strongest sorcerer alive? Sure, he’s had his doubts about Sukuna, but he’s certain he’d win if it came down to it.

“Darling, are you sure that it was me? Your visions are often unclear.”

Is all he thinks to say and his hands come back to your back, motions slow and comforting. Satoru doesn’t want you to know that his heart skipped a beat, that he’s a tad bit worried, ever since your visions about Nanami came true. Ever since all your interferences with the future proved to be fruitless. Ever since they had no body to bury.

Your face finally lifts up, chin resting on his chest, eyes red-rimmed and tearful. His hand touches your cheek and it’s hot to the touch.

“It was the clearest one I’ve ever had, Satoru.” you take a moment to gather your thoughts, to take a deep breath. The vision is engrained into your mind, playing over and over like a broken record. “I tr- fuck, tried to save you and it didn’t work. Nothing worked, I couldn’t- I was too weak to save you.”

And you burst into tears again, soft, heaving sobs slipping past your soft lips. If Satoru thought that it had hurt before, he doesn’t know what to compare this to. He briefly thinks of Suguru, but ultimately brushes it off.

He mumbles your name and kisses your forehead as softly as he can manage. All he knows is violence and fighting and surviving, but with you, he manages to hide all the ragged edges just enough.

“Ah.” Is all Satoru says for a moment, a hum of acknowledgement. He’s speechless for a moment as his worst suspicions are suddenly confirmed. Satoru doesn’t have to dwell on the thought that he cares more about what happens to you than to him. “What happens to you… In this vision?”

You slowly blink up at him, eyes glazed for a moment. He recognises that expression as you trying to recall every single detail of the vision. It’s so bittersweet, Satoru thinks, that you don’t even remember seeing yourself in that vision, only caring about him.

Soon, you come back to him, brows furrowed and expression drowned in worry.

“I try to heal you and… And I don’t even notice Sukuna coming back behind me. It hurts, for a bit, and then it’s dark. The vision ends.”

Gojo swallows and closes his eyes for a moment. What is he supposed to say? His jaw is tense, and when his eyes open again, he finds you even more worried than before.

“Love… Listen, that’s not going to happen, alright? I’ll make sure of it.”

He rewards you with one more kiss on your forehead as if that would help. He’d like to think that, but he finds himself horribly mistaken when you slip out of his grasp. You’re still only in your shirt and underwear, the only accessories being the bruises left on your hips that are now covered.

You rummage through the drawers and he sits up to observe. Your still trembling hands reach for a pack of cigarettes and a baby pink lighter. Gojo never liked you doing that. He never cared for alcohol and nicotine, choosing to see his body as a temple.

He worshipped you a lot, whispering prayers of your name a lot more than prayers he would in a temple, but clearly not enough.

“You really think death isn’t coming to us? Even after Shibuya?”

You shook your head and slipped out to the large balcony attached to the bedroom. Everything in his apartment was expensive and you often complained about feeling out of place. Of course, Satoru thought that you were right where you’re supposed to be.

When he climbs out of bed, he doesn’t need to shake away the sleep. It’s like a second nature to follow you out, the cold air of the early morning biting at his skin. He always has his infinity off when with you. Satoru doesn’t want you to feel like you could ever be denied the comfort of his touch.

He finds you smoking. The white trails leave your lips and disappear into the air as if they were never there. He finds himself at a loss of words once again. A strange and foreign feeling.

Satoru’s arms wrap around your waist and he slumps his large body over you like an oversized heated blanket. For you, he can ignore the smell of the cigarettes.

“Darling, please, listen. There’s nothing that could stop me from protecting you. I won’t let anyone harm you, ever.”

Satoru is careful not to say ‘as long as I’m alive’, bites his tongue to not let it slip. If this vision proves to be as truthful as your prior ones, he might have to reconsider the promises before making them.

You take another long drag before sighing softly. He doesn’t know that you’re also reconsidering your words.

“I don’t care about what happens to me, Satoru. You die.”

And your words hurt, he can feel the physical pain in his chest, his heart clenching. How could you ever say that? How could you put his life above yours? So many would, so many would disregard another sorcerer’s life for his, but never you. At the start of the relationship, he had made it clear that you were equals. Everything was back to base one.

“Please.” he’s used to people begging him, worshipping him, not the other way around. Once again, he is reminded, that for you he can be mortal, ordinary and nothing special. A normal person without the weight of the whole sorcerer society depending on him. “I’m begging you to not say such things. How can you disregard your life just like that?”

You stay quiet for a while and then put out your cigarette, turning to him. He notices the tears in your eyes and his immediate instinct is to wipe them off. He wants to give you space, though so he stays glued to the floor.

“I think my visions are not a warning. A warning would mean that the future could be changed, for better or for worse, anyway. We have tried so many times.” the words are quiet and your tone utterly defeated. You’re similar to a kicked dog right now. Yet, your eyes rise up and you come back to the hand that feeds. “We’ve tried so many times and It has never suceeded. Nanamin is still dead, Sukuna is still alive. It’s a curse more than a gift.”

Gojo wants to wish it all away. Your pain and your sorrows, your worries and your decreasing self-worth. He knows that there is nothing he can do to stop your mind from spiralling.

He whispers your name but you don’t allow him to speak, your hands raised.

“I think it’s just like… Someone saying to me ‘here is your future, take it and deal with it’ and…”

This time, Satoru is the one not allowing you to finish your words. He can’t listen to this anymore, can’t listen to this unchangable future shit. The future is always shifting, things are always happening and transforming the events, preventing them from happening and creating new ones.

“So that’s it? You’re accepting your fate and not trying to change it? And you’re fine with that?”

He can’t keep his voice from rising in volume, pretty, perfect face scrunched up. Satoru doesn’t know how to shake sense into you, how to make you see that you both can still change the future, prevent your deaths.

“I am fine.”

Is all you say, before putting the cigarette out and slipping back inside. Your skin is covered in goosebumps. His feet follow you before his mind can catch up.

“You clearly are not.” Satoru says as you pace around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself. He’s right behind you. It’s an instinct to try to calm you down. “Will you just listen to me? Nothing’s happening to me, or you. Fuck the future, fuck everything.”

You finally fall into his arms, but Satoru doesn’t dare sigh in relief. You’re about to say something again, and he’s about to give you more logical arguments. A cursed circle that never stops running. What can he even do to stop it?

“I think… I think that you’re a god, and I’m your dog.” you say and Satoru’s voice hitches in his throat. What was going on in your head right now, to make you say something like that, to even think something like that. “You tell me to stop worrying and I do, you demand me to calm down and I listen. Ultimately, you tell me to jump and I ask you ‘how high?’.”

Satoru freezes, the hands that held you limp by his sides as he pulls away. It was so completely unlike you, so unnatural. The visions have completely broken you and he doesn’t know how to bring you back, he really doesn’t, god he doesn’t know what to do.

“You are my dog?” he repeats, his tone harsher than before as he fails to wrap his head around the idea that you could say such a thing. “Are you still dizzy from your visions or are you taking a shot at making me upset?”

He shakes his head and pulls away from you, his large hands on your shoulders.

“It’s the truth.” you respond, avoiding his harsh gaze, pretending not to notice the weight of his hands on your shoulders.

“Well, I think your truth is stupid.” he retorts, hands shaking as he pulls them away from you, as if your skin burned him.

“And I think you should leave me.”

The words leave you and it’s like the time stops for Satoru. It’s a punch to his ego. Does he not love you enough? Not cherish you enough? Do you see him as the kind of man that would leave as soon as things got hard? How foolish, how utterly stupid.

“What are you saying now?” he all but yells, his temper no longer controlled as you look up at him with those teary eyes. What can he even do? What is he supposed to do?

Your whole body is shaking as you turn away from him. “In my vision, you died saving me. Leaving me can change the future.”

And suddenly, it all clicks for him. Why you were so insistant to push him away, why you seemed so hopeless. Protecting him by hurting yourself. How completely selfless, how utterly stupid.

“Oh, honey that’s…” he pulls you to him, wrapping his body around you until there’s nothing but him. His pretty girl is in tears. his pretty, perfect girl hurting. “I would never leave you, my love. Never once in a million lifetimes. I’m yours, darling, and you’re mine. We talked about the red string theory once and I’m afraid that I’m tied to you, hm?”

It’s not a question and he’s trailing kisses down your exposed neck. Your arms raise up on instinct and Satoru slips your, well, his shirt off of you. He knows you need him right now, to bring you back, to assure you, once again, that he’s yours, that he’ll stay despite everything.

Satoru lays you down on the bed as if you’re the most precious treasure and you look up at him, with those wide eyes, handing him your trust along with your heart.

“My pretty girl, my perfect girl.” he drawls, pressing kisses along your exposed chest and down your belly, until he reaches your underwear, playfully biting the little bow on them. “Can I take these off?”

You nod, but that’s not enough for him and he nips at the skin of your thigh, causing you to yelp. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes.” you answer, after a beat of silence.

And he’s granted heaven. Satoru slides off your underwear and tosses them somewhere into the room. More soft kisses follow and your breath hitches when his lips kiss where you need him most.

His skilled tongue flicks over your clit and your back immediately arches off of the bed. Coming down from so many emotions and reaching so many new ones left you more sensitive than ever.

Gojo chuckles and repeats the motion, before obliging your quiet whine with a practiced clockwise motion. He repeats the motion a few more times, revelling at the taste of you and the sound of your whines and soft moans. His pretty pretty girl.

He carefully enters one finger into you and immediately finds the spot that has you gasping. With each motion, he brings you back to himself, back to being completely his, none of that silly nonsense you were spewing before. He adds another, when he deems you wet enough.

Two of his fingers are already so much more than yours could ever be and the way his tongue keeps flicking over your clit in all the right ways has you moaning his name like a prayer. Truly, he’s the one praying to you.

“Ngh- Sa-Satoru, I-“

You don’t need to finish your sentence in order for him to know what you’ll say next. The flutter of your eyelashes and the way you squeeze his fingers so hard that he’s barely able to move them in and out is a telltale sign.

“You can cum, pretty girl. Mm, my pretty girl.”

He mumbles and then his tongue gets back to it’s former movements. You come with a high-pitched whine and he’s glad to finally taste you. Ambrosia couldn’t compare.

You come back down from your high and he’s already hovering over you, mouth wiped clean as he presses a bunch of butterfly kisses over your skin, anything he can touch.

He’s content with just pleasing you, with having you even a step closer to him. Back to where you are supposed to be. What a silly thought, that he’d ever consider leaving you when he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, the way he has never looked at anyone else.

Your eyes open and focus on him as you kiss him back, as soft as you can manage. Your hands bury into his hair and you have the adoring look back in your gaze. Even if it’s for a little while, before your worries start up again, he’s content.

“Want more, Toru, want you.”

Satoru swears that his eyes light up once he hears your words. You’re taking another step towards him, you’re almost back to him. “Are you sure, my love?”

You nod eagerly and it’s enough for him to take his clothes off. Your eyes are focused on his strong body, the sculpted muscles, the light hair that trails from his bellybutton right to his length.

He lays over you, careful not to let his weight fall onto you, always so careful with you. He rubs his cock over your pussy, covering it with your slick, attentive to make the intrusion as easy and pleasurable as possible.

He’s careful when he slides the tip in yet you still let out a soft whine. Satoru is a big man, towering over everyone no matter what room he’s in, it only makes sense that his cock is big, too. Doesn’t really help that he’s quite gifted on top of that.

“I know, I know, yeah. Hold onto me, darling. Mm, my love is doing so well.”

He feeds inch after inch of his large cock into you, watching your reactions deliberately, making sure not to hurt you.

Both you and Satoru moan when his pelvis meets yours, the sensation euphoric. His thrusts start out slow. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Your head falls back onto the pillow as your moans get louder. He’s the only man who’s able to fuck you like this, to reach all the spots inside of you that make your eyes water.

“Do you feel good, darling? Am I making my perfect girl feel good.”

Your hands go over to cover your face and he tuts, pulling them away and gathering your wrists in one of his hands. It never fails to surprise you on how big they are. He, however, wants to see every reaction and hear every sound leaving you.

“Y-Yes, so good, feels so good.” You manage between loud moans. Screw the neighbours, Satoru thinks, screw everyone who isn’t you and him.

“Yeah? I feel good, too. So good, baby, so good. You’re perfect for me, the gods created you for me, yeah? So no more nonsense about me leaving.”

Your face heats up and back arches. His words reach you and then float around your otherwise empty mind.

His thrusts get quicker and less calculated as his head is thrown back. A quiet sigh of contentment leaves his pretty, glossy lips.

“Yeah, that’s right. No one. But us. Exists. Right now.” Satoru punctuates each little word with a deep thrust, breaths uneven, eyes closed in pleasure. “And we’ll overwrite the future if need be. If it means I get to stay. Then so be it.”

Another long, languid thrust and you come, nails dragging over his back as he spills into you, filling you with warmth.

You both take a moment to catch your breaths and soon, Satoru rolls off of you, his softened dick slipping out. He pulls you close to himself and presses a kiss to your forehead as you’re dozing off.

“Meant what I said. I’m staying and you won’t get rid off me, yeah? I love you more than I love anyone else, would die for you, kill for you… Perfect girl, my perfect girl.”

Satoru is not sure if you hear him before falling asleep, but he’ll be sure to remind you, should you ever forget again.

[saerotonins]

tied red strings of fate

ft. gojo satoru x gn!reader

request: omg .. tadhana by udd + satoru please ? 

content warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, jjk manga spoilers [ch 236], canon divergent, implied that reader knows about curses but is not a sorcerer, lowkey a character analysis but yeah, happy ending

wc: 1283

note: when i saw this request i was so happy because tadhana* is literally one of my fave opm classics! also, im sorry nonnie if this was long overdue, figured i'd give him some fluff at his death "anniversary" heh (albeit a little late). i miss our glorious king sm :(( happy holidays 🎀

song: tadhana-up dharma down

*tadhana=destiny

gojo satoru is a force to be reckoned with. his name rings a bell and brings shivers to the spine of any potential enemies he has. 

he's gojo satoru, the strongest of all, the holy grail of jujutsu sorcery. he's gojo satoru, whose power literally repels and divides everyone else and him.

but to you, he's a lover, a man of his own, an independent being who is capable of emotions. he's satoru. the love of your life.

so when he decided to call it quits, to say you were devastated is an understatement. you were left broken, calling out his name at night hoping he would appear in front of you just one, for closure. him closing the chapter of your book got you weeping and yearning for more of him. 

because even though he's your lover, even you have a hard time of catching a glimpse of who he really is. satoru is an open book, but he's hard to understand. you did all your best to ease him and make him open up, show more of himself to you, bare his truth, the good, the bad, and the ugly, all of them you're willing to accept.

alas, the universe has other plans, the challenge ended even before it began, he is most definitely an enigma, someone that you will probably never get to solve. satoru's backed turned against you was a sight you are never going to forget. you spent months moving on and try to live a life where he isn't yours. it's hard but you try to manage anyway.

so when a knock on your door was heard by the 31st of december, you didn't expect gojo satoru in his full glory standing before you. as shocked as you are, you see his eyes had sunken. he's beyond exhausted but when he sees you, his eyes lighten up and you feel the warmth of his arms and your feet off the floor. you miss this, you miss him, it was all so familiar and something you very much miss. every fiber of your being remembered the way he touched you, triggered by the way his hands gripped onto your waist for dear life. as confused as you are, you reciprocated his gesture, opting to rest your hand on his shoulder blades.

"satoru?" you managed to voice our before you feel him put you down but his embrace remain. he then rests his head on the crook of your neck, then you hear him sniffle. suddenly you feel something drop onto your skin. his tears slowly roll from his face to your neck and shoulders.

satoru's lips wobbles as he tries to contain himself but to know avail, he lets his cries out, deciding to bare himself to you and be vulnerable. he was so so so tired of fighting. as great as the title 'the strongest' sounds, it gets too lonely even for him. being on the top is lonely. and he knows it himself.

he'd rather fall from grace than live a life where he isn't yours. he was too late to realize it. he was so stupid, too cocky, too condescending that it took him facing death before realizing that he wants to live, just for you. so when he finally defeats the evils of the jujutsu world, his first thought is you. the only one who provided light in his dark and desolate world.

as charming and bright satoru is, he is often left in the shadows in the cave but when he came to know you, he was absolutely in love and smitten. you were like a fresh breath of air to him. but when he decides that creeping into your mundane and simple life would rather be selfish of him. someone cursed like him shouldn't be able to be with someone who is blessed and down to earth like you. 

but being selfish be damned, he had faced battles, including one that almost left him biting the dust. he wants you, he needs you in his life and letting you go was definitely a mistake, something that he will never do ever again.

when his cries had calmed down, you finally get his voice again after a long time. "i'm so sorry," satoru started. "i was an idiot, i love you so much and i never stopped loving you. i was so stupid to let you go, i have never loved someone as much as i did with you." satoru knows his worth is probably lesser than any other being the moment he let you go, the only pillar who provided stability and balance in his life. he was impulsive, too proud, and too strong. but the way you held him every time you caged him into your arms is like he was fragile, someone to be protected, someone to cherish.

satoru loved that. and he was stupid to think that was worth letting go.

knowing you has made him scared of death, an entity or event that could break the two of you apart and live in separate worlds, and he couldn't bare to face it. he loves you too much to let himself go and so he fought with you in mind and thank any deity that exists, he finally won.

gojo satoru is the strongest.

so seeing him crumble right before your very eyes as his knees meet the concrete is a shock. he had bowed before you first before he had bowed to any higher up. hell, satoru bowing before anyone else would come as a shock. he held onto your ankle for support, his voice begging to take him back as he spews even more apologies that he can manage.

"please, please, i'm so sorry darling, i'll do what it takes for you to take me back. i love you so much, no other human had made me feel this way, please i'm so sorry. i miss you so much, god, i can't even remember a life before you, please." satoru had begged, begged, and begged, his voice getting louder and louder and each increased volume of his voice his hurt is more evident.

with the way his voice cracked broke your heart, and that's when you knew he meant every single letter, every syllable, every drop of tear, and every breath of his apology. 

you had completely broken the strongest. but satoru doesn't mind. even if you break him a thousand times, he'd painstakingly pick up every single piece of himself to present it to you. and that's what he's doing right now.

"i forgive you 'toru," he barely hears you say through his wails and it slowly comes to a halt. he then lost the feel of your ankles as he sees you kneel yourself to his level. your hands reached to touch his face and there you see his eyes, glassed with tears, love, and regret. satoru feels the heat of your hands on his cheeks and his instincts leaned into it. "i was hurt, but i'm never mad, i just wished you'd tell me why," his heart broke when he heard your voice crack.

"but you're hear now, right? we can fix this, we can fix us." you say as you carefully wipe the tears on his face. satoru nodded as he holds your wrists and caress his thumb on it. "yeah, we'll fix us."

"together?"

"together," satoru said in confidence. 

and with a light heart, satoru leans in to catch your lips on his, sealing his silent promise to never hurt you ever again, or he will never get to forgive himself.

he's gojo satoru.

he'll always find a way back into your arms.

another note: i'm quite unsure with the ending but this is all that i got 😔 i hope this was on par with your expectations nonnie hehe 🫶🏻

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 13)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

A little reminder for this chapter: In this AU, Shibuya and the Culling Game never happened.

Chapter 13

You've been my God, and when you're gone, I'm godless. But with my eyes closed, I'm still dancing in your love (Godless by BANKS)

Yuuji's POV:

Yuuji feels like he is trapped in a nightmare. It's similar to the feeling he initially had when, all those months ago, he woke up in a room he didn't know, with all his memories gone. But the difference is that back then, the nightmare soon dissolved, and while things were still weird for the first few days, Yuuji soon felt comfortable and was able to adjust to the life that Sukuna showed him. The life that Yuuji believed was his. 

But now, all that comfort and warmth is gone, ripped out of his hands and soul so cruelly. This is a nightmare Yuuji cannot wake up from.

He cannot bring himself to feel at home in this weird private school outside of Tokyo, surrounded by people he doesn't remember who keep telling him nightmarish things about curses and sorcerers and a fight between good and evil, which apparently Yuuji is part of.

A world in which Yuuji is the hero and Sukuna is the villain.

The first time they told him who Sukuna really is, Yuuji laughed hysterically. It seemed utterly insane. And yet, it matched the things Sukuna had said to him before he kicked Yuuji out.

The sorcerers showed Yuuji ancient records dating back over a thousand years, which talked about the strongest sorcerer of the Heian era. A King, a monster so terrifying and powerful that he was compared to a natural disaster.

The King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna.

A name that is still feared today, a name that stands for bloodshed and cruelty, an ancient evil that everyone wishes had never been awakened again.

But Sukuna came back. He came back through Yuuji. He lived inside Yuuji for years, shared a body with him, and entwined their souls.

And Yuuji can still feel it.

His hand automatically comes up to his chest, pressing it against the spot that always feels so hollow now, like something is missing there, like there is a wound inside him that aches and bleeds and yearns for that missing piece. He wonders if Sukuna can feel it, too.

Everything feels strange.

Yuuji knows he should be appalled. And he is. He feels sick when he hears the stories about Sukuna. But at the same time, he cannot let go of the doubts running through his mind. Because the man Yuuji lived with, isn't the same person those records talk about. This monster everyone warns him about isn't at all like the man waiting in that fancy penthouse apartment. That caring, funny, and loving man who made Yuuji so happy.

Of course, looking back, Yuuji has to admit that there were several things that seemed off. Things that seemed utterly ludicrous or made no sense if Yuuji tried to dig a bit deeper. He had been aware of those, but had decided to ignore them.

He can recall feeling uneasy around Sukuna at first. This weird feeling of being prey that got cornered by its predator, like an insect caught in a spider's web. It had made the hairs on Yuuji's arms stand up. But Yuuji had swallowed that uneasiness down, refused to show it, and bravely fought it with all his power. He didn't want to make the man who took him in and looked after him feel like Yuuji was scared of him. Yuuji didn't want to seem ungrateful. He didn't want to hurt the person who said he was Yuuji's boyfriend.

And after all, it simply never occurred to Yuuji that someone would make up a story like that just to keep him with them. So he ignored that weird feeling and told himself he was stupid for being wary. Because why should he be scared of his own boyfriend?

And soon, things felt different. Soon Yuuji felt drawn to Sukuna. Soon, he felt at ease around him. Soon, he really liked Sukuna. And he chided himself for thinking something seemed off in the beginning. Sukuna was sweet to him! He was caring and understanding and so patient with Yuuji and his recovery. He was the perfect boyfriend.

Looking back at it now, Yuuji knows that it was just part of the plan that was supposed to lead to his downfall. But was it really just that?

In the beginning, it probably was. But after that? After several months of living together? Didn't Sukuna seem really distraught and sick with worry when Yuuji got injured? Hadn't it been real love looking back at Yuuji out of those beautiful sapphire eyes when they made love during that thunderstorm?

When Yuuji thinks of Sukuna, he doesn't see red eyes and bloodshed. He doesn't see a cruel smirk, and violence. When Yuuji thinks of Sukuna, he sees a genuine smile and light blue eyes that were always so warm when they looked at Yuuji. He sees a warm, loving hand reaching out to him to hold him, to guide him, to take care of him.

The memories make Yuuji choke. Make him hug himself tightly as a deep longing fills him, so strong that it manifests in physical pain.

The people at the Jujutsu Academy try to tell him it is all just a lie, that the love he and Sukuna shared has never been real. But that's not how it feels to Yuuji.

Am I too naive? Was it really all just a game to Sukuna?

Yuuji cannot believe it, even after everything they told him. He is still haunted by the tenderness of the last kiss Sukuna breathed onto his cheek and the sadness written all over Sukuna's face when he pushed Yuuji away. That wasn't the face of a man who was just playing a cruel game. That was the face of someone who had his heart ripped out of his chest.

Yuuji wants to leave. He wants to go home.

It's not that the people here at the academy are mean to him. They aren't at all. Everyone is very nice to him. They look at him with eyes that hold empathy and sadness. Yuuji can easily believe that those people used to be his friends in a life he can't remember. Megumi and Nobara seem nice and truly worried about him. Yuuji is sure that in his former life, the three of them got along really well.

But even though he is convinced they mean well, he can't bring himself to accept any of it. Everything feels wrong now that everything he believed was true is suddenly revealed as a big lie.

His former teachers, now coworkers, try to re-introduce Yuuji to his life as a jujutsu sorcerer. They show him documents, pictures, and all kinds of twisted things that shouldn't even exist. And Yuuji asks a thousand questions. Sometimes, he receives sad smiles in return and no real answer. Other times, he gets the cold, hard truth that sends him spiraling even further and yet makes him feel strangely better because at least he knows they aren't holding things back from him.

He finds that the white-haired, tall guy, Gojo, is the most open about things. At times, what he tells Yuuji seems tactless and cruel, but Yuuji appreciates that someone tells him everything instead of treating him with kid gloves.

Gojo is also the one who answers Yuuji's most pressing question.

They are sitting at Gojo's desk. Various files are spread out on the table, reports about former missions. Yuuji's skin tingles unpleasantly anytime Gojo casually mentions how many victims there had been in each case.

The life of a jujutsu sorcerer seems to be filled with blood and death. Sorcerers have to kill, and it makes a feeling of dread wash over Yuuji, which gradually grows stronger and stronger until he can't take it anymore and he asks what has been plaguing him ever since they opened that first file,

"Did... did I kill someone, too?"

"Yes."

That single word makes black spots dance in front of Yuuji's eyes as he clenches his fists so tightly that his nails draw blood.

"You had to do it, Yuuji. Don't blame yourself for it. Those were people who got transfigured into something else completely. You gave them peace by doing it. You are a good person."

Yuuji can only huff at that. Just yesterday, he read about several clan heads getting murdered by Sukuna a thousand years ago, and the reports painted Sukuna as a ruthless monster. And now Yuuji listens to the deaths that were caused by his own hands, but the reports file it under a job well done, a success for humanity.

Blood is rushing in his ears.

Everyone here tells him that the sorcerers are on the good side and that they protect people. And, of course, Yuuji likes the thought of being a hero. He likes the thought of fighting evil. But the problem is that he is painfully becoming aware that things rarely are just as black and white as a lot of people seem to believe.

Yuuji's face twists in a pained grimace as he thinks of those horror movies he recently watched with Sukuna, The Human Earthworm series, and how Yuuji felt a strange sympathy for the monster. The series had touched him in a way that he wasn't able to explain, but maybe he is beginning to understand it now.

Is there 100% evil and 100% good? Who decides who is a monster?

Yuuji gulps hard as he thinks again about that one special file with his name on the front. The red one. The one that contains information about how he became part of the jujutsu society. The circumstances of his birth. How he was made to be the perfect vessel or, rather, the perfect cage for Sukuna. And the document that states that Yuuji was sentenced to death. He found out that it was only thanks to Megumi and Gojo that his execution had been suspended. But most members of the jujutsu society still refuse to see him as a human being. In their eyes, Yuuji is a monster, too.

Gojo's large hand reaches out and ruffles Yuuji's hair in what is supposed to be a soothing gesture. But Yuuji flinches away from it. The gentle touch reminds him too painfully of Sukuna.

He excuses himself and flees to his room, hiding in the bed that feels too small and too cold and too empty.

He switches on the TV in a desperate attempt to distract himself and drown out all the thoughts that keep torturing him. But unbidden, his mind wanders to memories of pink hair on black silk sheets, beautiful sapphire-colored eyes that look deeply into his, and strong, tattooed arms reaching out to hold him gently. Yuuji imagines he can still feel the warmth of those arms around him, and before he even realizes what he is doing, he hugs himself in an attempt to soothe the longing those memories cause.

No matter how fake things might have been in the beginning, the last few months with Sukuna had been wonderful.

They lived in their own little world. They only had each other and Uraume. But it was enough. It was perfect. Sukuna and Yuuji watched movies every night, they laughed together, they went on dates, they made love, they kissed for hours and drowned in each other's eyes, and Yuuji felt as close to Sukuna as he thinks one can possibly feel to another person. They were happy. They were in love. And Yuuji wants that back!

A strangled sob escapes his lips, and he pushes himself up into a kneeling position. His fist connects with his pillow, punching it desperately as more sobs shake his body and angry tears run down his face.

Why can't I let go?

Why does that place in his chest still ache so much, as if his soul is bleeding? As if it yearns and screams for its other half. The other half that is supposedly evil incarnate and yet feels like the only thing that can make Yuuji feel okay again.

Yuuji is sitting in the dining area with Megumi and Nobara, listening half-heartedly to their bickering. Nobara is talking about a shopping spree she wants to do, and Megumi chides her for spending too much money on useless things. But Yuuji's mind is filled with memories of walking through the city with Sukuna only a few weeks ago. The feeling of Sukuna's thumb caressing his wrist when Yuuji took his hand. The smile on Sukuna's face when Yuuji came out of the changing room in a fine black suit he tried on in one of the designer stores.

Before he can stop himself, Yuuji blurts out,

"I want to go home."

Silence settles over the table. Nobara and Megumi have both stopped talking mid-sentence and stare at him before they both ask at the same moment,

"Why would you want to go back?"

It's almost comical how they stare at him with such incredulous expressions on their faces. But Yuuji can't find the situation funny. He feels a whole array of contradicting emotions curse through him. Guilt, because these are his friends, and they are worried about him and want to protect him, and he is so stubborn and refuses to let them save him. Sadness because despite everything, he misses Sukuna. And a steadily growing irritation that everyone here claims they know what's best for Yuuji without actually listening to what he wants. And that's what makes him stare back at his friends challengingly,

"Because I miss my home, of course. And I miss Sukuna."

His friends stare at him as if he has lost his mind. Nobara is the first to react. Her small fists land loudly on the wooden table, and she practically yells at him,

"Are you fucking dumb? He is the King of Curses! You cannot go back to him!"

And then Megumi's low voice joins in, calmer than Nobara but still obviously furious.

"We told you who he is and what he did. How can you still want to go back? Snap out of it, Itadori! This is your home! Here at the academy, with us. You wouldn't be safe with Sukuna. Don't be stupid."

"But the person you told me about, this King of Curses. That isn't the Sukuna I know! The Sukuna I know isn't evil!"

Yuuji knows how stupid he sounds, trying to argue and ignore the truth. Acting like a stubborn and naive child. But he can't help it. Nothing makes sense anymore. The person they tell him about sounds like a stranger to Yuuji. Nothing they tell him about Sukuna sounds like the man Yuuji lived with. The man he shared his bed with. The man he watched movies with every night. The man who carried him to bed when Yuuji fell asleep. The man he laughed with, the man he cuddled with, and went on morning runs in the park with. Nothing they say sounds like the man Yuuji was in love with, and who, as Yuuji still firmly believes, loved him too.

Megumi looks at him with his blue eyes, which are a darker shade of blue than Sukuna's. His usually so calm voice is trembling lightly,

"He is a bad person. He killed people."

A hysterical laugh escapes Yuuji's lips at that.

"So did I, apparently, and you too. Everyone here is a murderer, Megumi."

"That's different!"

"Maybe I had good reasons for it, maybe I didn't. All I know is that there is blood on my hands, too! So, who am I to judge? Maybe Sukuna thought he was in the right, too. We don't know it! Were you there a thousand years ago? Did you see it happen? Do you know Sukuna? Because I do! And he isn't the evil monster you are trying to tell me he is!"

Yuuji knows he sounds delusional, but he cannot stop. He adds stubbornly,

"Think what you want, but he isn't the way you say. And I want to go home and see him again because I love him."

Megumi looks like Yuuji hit him. He shakes his head, eyes pleading helplessly with Yuuji now, his face twisted with worry.

"It's not love, Itadori..."

Yuuji knows Megumi means good, but he cannot stop himself from feeling anger rise in his chest. Anger that everyone treats him like a stupid child or some lunatic who has lost his mind. Anger that no one allows him to have his own opinion on the matter. Anger that no one actually listens to what he says. He glares at Megumi, his hands balled into fists under the table, but his voice is deadly calm, a low, dangerous growl,

"Don't tell me what my relationship is and what it's not."

Yuuji gets up so fast that his chair gets knocked over, but he doesn't care. He has to get away! He cannot bear looking into the pleading eyes of his former friends and hear their accusations and judgment. He cannot stand to see the worry in their eyes or hear the desperation in their voices as they try to save him from the monster that Yuuji refuses to see as a monster.

Or maybe he believes them. Maybe Sukuna is a monster. But after everything that Yuuji has learned about himself, he is pretty sure that he is a monster, too. Maybe that's why his and Sukuna's souls match so well.

Maybe we are two monsters who belong together. Maybe it takes a monster to love a monster.

Yuuji storms outside, breathing heavily as he runs towards the large gates, even though he already knows what will happen once he is close enough.

As expected, only a few seconds later, Yuuji runs into an invisible wall. It makes him stumble back, but instead of trying to regain his balance, Yuuji lets himself fall to the ground defeatedly, landing on his ass with a loud thud.

He tilts his head back to look at the slight glimmer in the air before him, which indicates where the powerful barrier starts. There is no use fighting it. Yuuji is effectively locked in here.

He laughs grimly at the irony that the sorcerers installed a barrier around the academy that keeps Yuuji locked inside while at the same time they try to tell him that Sukuna was the one who held him hostage.

At least Sukuna let me leave the house anytime I wanted.

Yuuji lets out a shaky breath. He knows no one believes him when he says that he and Sukuna were in love. He knows they are convinced it was just one-sided, that Yuuji got tricked into having feelings for Sukuna, while Sukuna only saw it as a cruel little game.

But Yuuji refuses to believe them. He knows that his and Sukuna's relationship wasn't just a lie.

He cannot forget the way Sukuna looked at him. And he can't help but think that he is the only one who truly knows Sukuna. The real Sukuna. Not the King of Curses. But the man behind that title. The man who thinks cherry blossoms look pretty, especially when they land on Yuuji's hair. The man who always has that happy expression in his eyes when he eats a good meal. The man who reads poetry and laughed even louder than Yuuji at certain movie scenes. The man who almost purred when Yuuji petted his hair and who was clinging tightly to his boyfriend in his sleep.

The thought makes Yuuji smile sadly. He can still remember how it felt to be wrapped in Sukuna's arms and in his love. And it still feels like the only thing that makes sense in this world.

How is Yuuji supposed to move on from something that felt so right? How is he supposed to believe that this is wrong?

Yuuji sighs. Tears slowly run down his cheeks, but he doesn't bother wiping them away.

It hurts. Everything hurts. There is this emptiness in Yuuji's chest again, as if something that is supposed to be there has been ripped out of him forcefully. And in moments like these, it grows stronger and turns from a dull ache to a stabbing pain.

He pulls his knees to his chest, hugging himself as he cries softly while sitting on the cold, stony path, probably looking like misery incarnated. But Yuuji cannot feel embarrassed even when Gojo finds him like this.

Gojo doesn't say anything but just sits down next to Yuuji, not close enough that they touch, but close enough so Yuuji can feel the warmth radiating from Gojo's body. They sit in silence for a moment until the words spill from Yuuji's lips.

"I want to see him again. I want my life back! Even if it isn't really my life, I want it back! But everyone tells me I am wrong for wanting it. Everyone tells me Sukuna is evil. All the reports say he is a monster. But I have all those other memories of him. Sukuna was so... He was sweet to me! Everyone tells me I am crazy and that I only got manipulated into thinking I love Sukuna, but that's not how it feels to me! It was real! And it hurts that I am not with him! I don't know what to do. I feel like a part of me is missing and that I will never be whole again if I cannot be with Sukuna."

Those otherworldly blue eyes look thoughtfully at him. There is no anger or judgment, only a deep, knowing sadness as if Gojo understands what Yuuji is talking about.

When Gojo answers, his voice is very different from the one he usually uses. There is no teasing undertone to it, no amused smirk on his face, no mockery. Instead, he sounds wary, as if the words he says to Yuuji have been haunting him for a long time.

"Love is the cruelest curse of all, Yuuji. We cannot control who we love, and even when we know a thousand reasons why we shouldn't love them, we still cannot change it."

Another sob escapes Yuuji's lips, and he nods wildly. Gojo smiles, but it's a sad smile, one of regret.

"I, too, thought Sukuna wasn't capable of love. But maybe I was wrong. I thought about it a lot after you came here and told your story. The thing is, If you ask anyone, they will tell you I am not capable of love either. But that's not true. I have loved in the past. I have loved so much that it became my biggest weakness."

Yuuji blinks at his former teacher, surprised that Gojo is talking about personal things. And that he doesn't seem to outright say Sukuna just played with Yuuji. Gojo smirks at Yuuji, but it isn't his usual aloof smirk. It looks forced and isn't able to hide the raw emotions underneath it. When Gojo continues, his voice is soft, carrying a vulnerability Yuuji hasn't seen in Gojo yet.

"The one I loved did terrible things, too. But that wasn't able to make me stop loving him. In the end, I killed him, and it still haunts me and I still ask myself every day if I could have done something differently. If I could have brought him back on our side. If I could have saved him if I just tried harder. That's my curse, and I carry it with me at all times."

And Yuuji understands. Gojo can relate to him. Yuuji smiles softly and offers a sincere, "I am sorry."

But Gojo isn't finished.

"Before your memory loss, the connection between you and Sukuna was a breeding ground for hate. Sukuna treated you and the ones you cared about with cruelty, and so you reacted fittingly and treated him with hate, too. But everything changed when you lost your memories. Because it meant that Sukuna was a blank page for you. And for whatever reason, he wanted you to believe he was your boyfriend, so he was nice to you. He didn't give you any reason to hate him. And so you treated him differently, too. You treated him with affection instead of hatred. Maybe that is what changed everything."

Yuuji gulps hard and looks at his former teacher with a racing pulse and a flicker of something in the back of his mind. A thought, an understanding, that sits deep inside him, but he cannot quite catch yet.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe there is more to that whole fake-boyfriend thing. What if Sukuna himself wasn't aware of the real reason why he did it? What if this whole idea was born out of a deep-buried wish, maybe? Something Sukuna didn't even know he craved: To get a taste of what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that genuine love that you have in you? He watched you give that love to everyone around you all those years he spent inside your body. He saw it when you were kind to strangers and ran to everyone's rescue. He saw it in the way you treated your friends. So, what if, deep down, Sukuna wanted to be on the receiving end of that love, too, for once?

And he got that from you after you lost your memories, didn't he? You gave him love, Yuuji. Because that's just what you do. That's who you are.

You are so genuine, so sweet, and full of love. You come to others with open arms and affection, ready to save everyone and give your life for them. There is no one else who is better at making people's hearts melt. You are the embodiment of love.

And maybe that is what Sukuna needed. Maybe this was the only way he could learn about love. Maybe he needed you to show him. If anyone is able to teach Sukuna how to love, I am sure it is you."

Yuuji stares at Gojo, utterly touched by his words, his mind whirling. He lets out a shaky breath and wipes his eyes with his palms.

"So... does that mean you believe me that what Sukuna and I had was real? You believe me that Sukuna loves me too and is no danger to me?"

Gojo laughs softly, but Yuuji can see the seriousness of the situation in those otherworldly blue eyes.

"What I believe is that if Sukuna wanted, he would have already attacked us. He would have already burned down this whole city months ago and killed everyone who didn't fall on their knees in front of him. But did he do any of that?

He didn't. And there is no logical explanation for it. The only thing I can think of is that you are the reason. Sukuna changed his agenda because of you. Maybe he isn't interested in those things anymore because he found something else, something more powerful. Maybe he chose you and your love instead of the destruction and solitude he was used to."

Gojo's gaze burns into Yuuji's as the seconds tick by, and his words sink in. Yuuji feels like he will choke on the fresh tears that threaten to spill over. He wipes furiously at his eyes, gulping hard. And Gojo smiles that sad smile again before he adds,

"If you want to leave, you are free to do so. I won't let them keep you a prisoner, especially not since I think they got it all wrong. You are far more powerful than they think or than you think. You were created to be the perfect cage for Sukuna, the only one strong enough to control him. And I think that's what you still do. You still have control over Sukuna, even now that you are two separate people. Maybe that is the fate Sukuna can't escape from.

It's quite ironic, isn't it? Sukuna isn't trapped inside your body anymore, but you still have control over him because he cares about you now. That's why I think you are still everyone's life insurance, and it would be pretty counterproductive to keep you and Sukuna apart. You still serve as a cage for the King of Curses because you made him fall in love with you."

And with that, Gojo makes a gesture with his hands. Yuuji feels a slight tingling sensation on his skin. The subtle glimmer in the air in front of him vanishes, and Gojo gets up and grins down at him, extending one hand to Yuuji.

Yuuji takes it and lets his former teacher pull him to his feet, his gaze fixed on the now barrier-free path before him.

Yuuji has barely reached the broad road leading into the city when a loud bark to his left fills the air. A moment later, a large dog is standing in front of him in the middle of the road. Yuuji skitters to a halt just when a familiar low voice speaks up behind him.

"Don't do it. Please, don't go back. I know what Gojo is doing. He is sending you back because he thinks you can serve as another cage for Sukuna. Don't you see it? This isn't about helping you. He is using you, just like they all do. Don't go, Yuuji. You finally have a chance to escape all of this. You have a chance to live your own life. You aren't Sukuna's vessel or cage anymore. You are free. Don't throw that away."

Megumi steps up to Yuuji, looking at him with those sad blue eyes filled with worry and longing, and Yuuji knows at that moment. He knows that Megumi truly cares about him. That Megumi wants to protect him. That Megumi loves him. It makes Yuuji's heart clench. His face softens, and he reaches out to pat Megumi's shoulder and smiles the broadest smile at him that he can,

"Thank you, Megumi. But you see, I want to go back. I am not doing this to sacrifice myself. I am doing it because I want it. I am doing it for me. Because I want that life back that made me happy. And I want to be with Sukuna. Or at least I want to talk to him and try to find a way to make this work."

"I don't think it is safe for you."

"I know you are worried about me, Megumi. Thank you for that, but I have to figure things out for myself. Because everything I learned here is very different from how I experienced things when I was still living with Sukuna. And you said it yourself. I am free. I want to use this freedom to find out the whole truth. Please understand that. That's all I'm asking."

Megumi sighs, his hands repeatedly balling into fists and unclenching again. He looks deeply into Yuuji's eyes as if he is searching for something.

"Can you promise me that you are really doing this for yourself?"

Yuuji nods wildly, his smile growing even bigger,

"I promise you. Trust me. It's going to be okay."

He feels a strange familiarity as if this has happened before. As if he has spoken those words to Megumi before. He sees Megumi's eyes widen, maybe remembering it, too. His lips tremble slightly as he stares at Yuuji for a long moment, but then Megumi nods slowly and takes a step back.

"Okay, I trust you. But be careful... and remember, if you die again, I'll kill you myself."

Yuuji stares at his friend's stern gaze for a moment, feeling that same sense of deja vu again. As if Megumi has said those exact words to him before, too. In his life before the memory loss, before the separation from Sukuna. As if this is some inside joke Megumi and Yuuji have, and it makes Yuuji laugh heartily, feeling lighter now that his friend seems to have his back.

Yuuji turns around and lets out a long breath. He will return to the city and to Sukuna. He doesn't know how things will be when he faces Sukuna again now that Yuuji knows the truth. He doesn't know how he will feel when he looks into Sukuna's eyes again. He doesn't even know if Sukuna will talk to him. But Yuuji knows that he wants to try. He knows that he needs to see the man again who impacted his life so profoundly, before and after the memory loss.

I know what I want, and I can be pretty stubborn. I won't give up that easily!

Thank you so much for reading! I struggled a lot with this chapter, but I worked so long on it and re-wrote and edited it many times, so I hope it is ok now!! I gave my best!

I needed to add a scene with Yuuji and Megumi because my heart was bleeding at the thought of what they lost. So I hope this little scene was able to make things better and show that they still have a deep connection based on genuine love.

And I cried so much at the whole "Sukuna unintentionally wanted to be on the receiving end of Yuuji's love" thing and that he changed because Yuuji finally treated him with love instead of hate. I personally really think that if anyone can teach Sukuna love, it is Yuuji.

Also, it makes me happy that our King of Selflessness, Itadori Yuuji, stands up for what HE wants ;)

Thank you so much if you are still reading this AU!! It means a lot to me!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part Seven)

warnings: mentions of drinking, angst, Gojo being silly, my own interpretations of what the Six Eyes can see, smoking word count: 1.9k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: Ino tries his best to put in a good word for his mentor, while you decide to go on a mission with Gojo. Meanwhile, Nanami is left in his apartment, completely lovesick. taglist: @beneathstarryskies a/n: Honestly, I was debating on posting this or not on Tumblr considering what happened with someone putting community labels on all my Nanami stuff...but I didn't want the Tumblr community to miss out!

Masterlist

You’re driving yourself crazy with the thought of Nanami’s wife. Why would he kiss you? Why would he promise to take you out on a date? You’ve known each other for so long, so why would he hide something like that from you?

You’re pacing in your office, unsure if you want to jump out the window and sneak away from the school for today or if you just want to leave in front of everyone and cause a bit of a scene. You eyeball the window, thinking to yourself that it’s not that high of a jump. You’re pulled from your thoughts by a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” You ask, your voice sounding almost strange to you.

“It’s me, Ino.”

You freeze in your spot. How are you supposed to face someone like him right now? You’re mentally cursing yourself. You don’t even want to talk to anyone right now. And yet still, you open the door for him. He has a sheepish grin on his face.

“How are you holding up? I didn’t get to see you when you got back from the mission with Nanami-sama.”

You swallow hard, “I’m okay, Ino-kun. Just trying to get back to a normal routine.”

There’s a silence that hangs heavy in the air. You know he’s not here to talk about the mission. You know he’s here to talk to you about what just happened less than thirty minutes ago. The rumor that’s been spreading like wildfire. The one about Nanami’s supposed wife.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Nanami-sama,” Ino finally says, “but I want you to remember that he isn't a bad man. He would not lead you on.”

You bite your lip, looking away. The fear of your deep feelings for Nanami coming through and being written all over your face suddenly overwhelms you. Tears sting your eyes and you try to turn away completely, but Ino grabs your wrist gently.

“Listen to me, sensei. He wouldn’t hurt you like this. I haven’t ever seen him look at someone the way he looks at you.”

This causes you to gasp and you look at Ino with teary eyes. He smiles at you once more, then you suddenly pull him into a hug. He’s always been such a pleasure to work with, but him saying that really comforted you.

“Thank you, Ino-kun. I’m just so scared that it’s all just a trick,”

He shakes his head, “No way. This has got to be a misunderstanding.”

You try to convince yourself that he’s right, but it still aches deep inside of you. If it turns out to be true, if Nanami has a wife, then you’ve been played like a fool. There’s a part of you that wonders if you could even manage to deal with that. You figure you’d be so heartbroken, you’d probably want to leave the sorcerer world completely once more.

“Trust me on this one,” Ino implores. “I know him and I know he’d never intentionally hurt you. I think he loves you, sensei.”

This was like a dagger to your heart. Because you know that if Ino is speaking the truth but that Nanami has a wife, it’s going to get way too complicated for your liking. You wish partially that you could rewind time. You’d rewind it to when you and Nanami were in that onsen and you’d finally just confess. At least then if he would tell you he has a wife, you’d be able to stop the kiss from happening.

“He’d never hurt you intentionally,” Ino repeats.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“You comin’?” You hear Satoru ask you.

With your bags packed, you follow the strongest sorcerer towards the doors. He had been the one to suggest you two go on a mission together. One that was out of town. So even though you’ve barely been home for a full day, here you were getting into the car with Satoru and with Ijichi at the wheel.

“No train rides this time, usagi-chan!” Gojo teases you a little as he opens the door to the car. You step inside, getting settled for a decently long ride out of the city.

Once your bags and things are neatly packed in the trunk, Satoru joins you in the back. Ijichi takes his place in the driver’s seat, but not before taking a careful glance at you through the rearview mirror. Everyone seems to be walking on eggshells around you, which angers you. You weren’t the one who lied about having a spouse.

Satoru sprawls out on the backseat, laying his head in your lap. This causes you to chuckle, and he smiles. He’s doing all he can as your friend to be able to cheer you up. Then he does something he doesn’t do often; Satoru Gojo takes off his blindfold and he looks up at you.

“Your aura looks…dull,” Satoru pokes fun at you, but you can’t help but smile.

“Dull huh?” You roll your eyes.

“Not the shade of green that it usually is. Luscious fields of green have turned into a damp swamp.”

This causes you to groan and you flick his nose in response. He whines and holds his nose in pain, then you watch as he jokingly pretends to punch you, but instead he just laughs.

“I’m surprised you didn’t use Infinite on me,” you state.

Gojo shrugs, “I don’t like seeing you sad at all. I didn’t want to make you even more sad.”

Growing up without knowing that you were a Sorcerer until you were a teen made things difficult for you. You were one of the only ones in your family that could see curses, just like Kento. So when you came to Jujutsu Tech, Gojo had become something like an older brother to you. And even now, he was trying to be a good friend.

“I’m not sad,” you spit out.

Gojo laughs, “As if. I can read you like a book, usagi-chan.”

You roll your eyes at him, but there’s a faint smile on your face. He sits up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer. Then he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asks.

You sigh, “Talk about what? There isn’t much to talk about.”

You look out the window, trying to hold in your tears. Now that you weren’t at the school, and even if Ijichi is present, you just feel like breaking down crying. You always hold yourself up as much as you can, trying not to show too much emotion when it’s not necessary. But right now, your heart is aching too much.

“Maybe you were right,” Satoru chimes. “Maybe he was a womanizer.”

This makes you laugh, unsure of how to react properly to this. It’s just so silly, but leave it to Satoru to make a comment about that. Even if it’s about stoic and proper Nanami Kento. You wondered if maybe when he was a salaryman, maybe he liked to toy with the hearts of women.

“It seems like it at this point,” you mutter.

Gojo’s eyes widen, “Oh! So the honeymoon inn worked! Did you guys…you know, fuck like bunnies?”

You roll your eyes and push him aside, but this time he puts up his Infinity. You get shoved aside and you stick your tongue out at him. “No, we didn’t. Why does everyone use that term?”

He shrugs, “I heard Itadori say it and I liked it. You and Nanamin should fuck like bunnies.”

“Not happening…especially since he has a wife.”

Neither of you know what to say. The car ride becomes a bit more silent than you’d like. You feel Satoru holding your hand, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You’re soothed by the small action.

“I don’t think that was his wife,” he finally confides. “I don’t have concrete proof, but Nanamin isn’t that kind of man.”

You hold onto those words until you two pull up to the hotel just outside of the city. Maybe this mission was exactly what you needed. Maybe you just needed to put some space between you and Nanami.

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Nanami’s POV

It’s really no wonder you left in such a hurry with Gojo-san. I bet you never want to see my face again. I’m ashamed that I wasn’t quick enough to dispel all these rumors, but I think the damage is done. The slightest bit of hope I had was when I saw Ino-kun leaving your office. I wonder if he tried to put in a good word for me.

Here I am, practically tearing my hair out, drinking whiskey. It’s lonely in my apartment, but I suppose it’s what I deserve for not acting quicker to stop Tara’s brash decision. And what’s worse is that she’s having her abortion tomorrow. I’m going to be there with her just like I promised her, but it’s just so difficult.

She’s still texting me, which doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation. I wish I could just wash my hands clean of her, but I know she needs support right now. This can’t be easy for her, and I have empathy. But I’m really regretting a lot of things. I just never thought that Tara would show up at some point.

I sink another glass of whiskey, then I pick up my pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. I’m almost desperate to text you, but I know that you’re with Gojo-san. I think you’d probably just ignore me anyway. I light up my smoke, inhaling the sweet nicotine.

My thoughts are plagued with the regrets of not telling you how I feel when we were on the mission together. I should have just kissed you more. I should have shared that bed with you, and I should be the one on that mission with you today.

Tears sting my eyes as I pour myself more whiskey. I’m just getting drunk and I know I’ll regret it in the morning. It’s so seldom that I do this to myself, but the thought of losing you forever has been swirling in my mind. Just the thought of never seeing your pretty face again, never hearing your angelic voice.

How am I supposed to live without you?

Words as sharp as daggers hurt me when I imagine what you might have to say to me. The things you’d accuse me of, and I wouldn’t even blame you. I know I have to fix things with you, but it’s too hard to think about it right now. I’m not someone who wallows in their own self-pity, but I’m too lost in this melancholic state of mind to shake out of it.

I scroll through my phone, and I see you posted a picture on social media. It piques my interest, but there is a feeling of jealousy that passes over me when I notice it’s a selfie of you and Gojo. He’s got his arm wrapped around you, and you’re both making silly faces. Despite the fact that you’ve always told me you view him as an older brother, I can’t help but feel my blood boiling inside of me.

When you come home, I vow to myself that I’ll treat you better. I’ll treat you like the queen you are. Nothing else matters…but you.

[noroi1000]

Beautiful Curse

Geto x fem. Curse reader

Requested on Wattpad

Summary: You're a curse that could be a dragon.You've been living peacefully for years. You didn't have to fight. You didn't kill people.You wanted to live nice and quiet.Until suddenly you met a man who consumed you.And he even gave you a name...

Your life has been very peaceful.

You lived in the forest. Near Mount Fuji. People called you a curse.

Because you were born from negative emotions.

It was true. You were born that way, and you've been living that way for some time now. Since your birth a few years ago.

You can admire how you look sitting by the stream. But you also don't understand what you're doing.

You don't feel hungry, you don't feel thirsty. You don't have to eat or drink. You have nothing to do all the time.

You are a curse, you recently found out that according to people called sorcerers you are a grade 1 curse. You're not the strongest, but those who came to defeat you, there was none who could.

And you didn't want to be aggressive. But if they attacked you, you had to protect yourself from them.

You are a dragon curse... You have a humanoid form. But you can also be a dragon.

Bigger or smaller.

However, as you get bigger, your energy drains faster. And you fall unconscious.

You don't want to be everyone's enemy. You live away from people and you're okay with that. You don't like that you could live among people. You are not a mindless curse.

But you know what your nature is.

According to what you're supposed to be from the start, you're supposed to be a murderer. You are to kill people.

However, you don't remember that you ever killed a man.

You live in a forest where there are no people.

That's why you doubt you've ever killed a man.

You just don't think a man died at your hands.

That's why when you found out that people want to kill all curses at all costs, you started to wonder why...

Why would they kill you if you haven't done anything wrong to anyone?

But basically, you were safe in this desolate place where you now lived.

And now looking at this dark-haired man you see as if this is the end of your life.

Sorcerers are said to travel the world. They were wherever the curse was found.

Your hands trembled as you sensed the aura of hundreds of curses from him... If not thousands of curses...

As a curse you saw so much cursed energy. You were made of cursed energy. But still you had a human body...

But this man's aura was different. Like putting you tiny surrounded by other curses. You, with no way to beat them all.

You'd sooner run out of energy than win.

Does this man have that much intimidating aura? Or maybe it's something else.

"Compared to other curses, you're pretty." He said and you took a step back.

Your thin tail from under your kimono appeared in front of your feet with traditional Japanese sandals.

You looked like this when you were born.

No man has seen you before.

"I thought the curse from the suicide forest in Aokigahara would be different."

"...Who are you..." you murmured softly as the flowers on your kimono changed color to a less colorful one.

"I didn't switch... Geto Suguru. Special grade sorcerer." He bowed slightly with a smile. "Do you have a name?"

You nodded your head to the side.

You didn't have a name...

You were just a curse... Cursed spirit...

Besides, you didn't know how to speak... You felt the pressure of death.

"As I thought, you're not a mindless spirit that's going to try to kill me right away."

You took a step back from him.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not attacking you."

Always that smile of his...

"You are the cursed spirit of Aokigahara. A dragon created from the fusion of a Chinese Jade dragon from the mountains. And also from Japanese. You live on Mount Fuji and in the suicide forest. A curse born from suicides and also from the confessions of people who go here on pilgrimages."

You widened your eyes as you looked at him.

"For now, I want to talk." calmed you down.

But you still took a step back.

The flowers on your kimono are slightly grey. Because you can bring flowers to life or take their lives.

He noticed it.

Because when you're threatened, the floral pattern on your kimono turns grey.

"You're a curse born from the goddess of Mount Fuji, right? Konohanasakuyahime? Goddess of transience and delicacy? That's why you don't attack me. And you have also lived all these years without the interference of sorcerers. You are a cursed spirit that is gentle."

He smiled as he suddenly sat down on the grass a few meters in front of you.

"I really want to talk. Before I take you."

"Take me?" You asked surprised.

"Even if you fight back, as a grade 1 curse you shouldn't be able to handle me. Your skills are unknown. Despite this, you show the ability to bring flowers to life or to destroy them. And you are also a dragon. You look really nice. I do not want to hurt you. I just want to take you."

"Where?!"

"To me. I want a curse like you. Well, you see... I collect curses."

A black hole suddenly appeared in his hand, and another curse hand came out of it, which then suddenly disappeared.

"I am a user of the curse manipulation technique. In theory, I came to take you. However, he doesn't want to hurt you to do that. Could you not try to protect yourself? And just give up?"

You suddenly ran away from him.

But as you were jumping between the trees, he suddenly appeared in front of you, grabbing you by the waist.

"You are very skillful. And I still don't deny that you're a beautiful curse. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to have you. I won't even use you to fight."

Hitting his leg with your tail, you used your strength to transform into a dragon and fly away.

However, when you were above the trees, you saw him riding a dragon bigger than you.

"I'm impressed. Can you be bigger? Because my dragon is bigger. However, I would prefer you."

You suddenly changed back into your human form, falling to the ground only to leap into the air and try to kick him.

However, the tentacles of the octopus caught you.

You turned into a dragon again, and the floral patterns on your tail sparkled as you tried to strike it.

But before you could, his dragon began to wrap around you, merging you in a spiral.

You wasted a lot of energy. And he was just using his dragon.

Is that a special grade sorcerer?

His hand was suddenly placed on your head and his fingers moved over your delicate scales.

"You are truly wonderful." He said as he tried to be so very gentle with you.

A black ball appeared in his hand and sucked you in. But at the last moment you changed again. Falling out of his dragon's grip.

As a tiny dragon, you crashed into a tree and hid there.

You looked more cute than scary.

You hoped he wouldn't find you.

But at some point you felt your body being lifted.

And you were placed on his lap as he ran his fingers over your back.

You had no wings. You were a Japanese dragon.

And your connection to the jade dragon was small. But still it was.

You felt how gentle he was with your little body as he sat on the branch.

"Just like that. Be calm. You'll be fine," he said. And then you were sucked into that ball again.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all.

Because you felt like you died...

A quick and painless death.

His mouth opened for the smaller ball he put into his mouth.

Was expecting a terrible taste.

However, you tasted like cherry blossoms...

His hand was extended so that he could open a small portal. And then you appeared, sitting on his lap as he held your body.

You felt the feeling that you had to obey him, no matter what he ordered you to do.

However, his hands wrapped around your body.

"It wasn't so scary, was it? How am I supposed to call you? You really don't have a name?"

You shake your head, denying him.

"So how about (y/n)?"

You looked at him with sparkles in your eyes.

Did he just give you a normal name?

The tip of your tail wrapped around his knee, which was hanging from the branch.

And your head was laid on his shoulder.

(y/n)? It's a nice name...

And this has been given to you by man...

And you don't want to leave this man. You are bound to it because it has consumed you. However, he showed you tenderness.

[kittyymew]

"I can hold the whole world in my hands"- Part 1

Summary- Just a fluff with multiple JJK characters where Y/N says, "I can hold the whole world in my hands" and then proceeds to grab their faces :)

Note- All characters are OOC for this fluff.

This chapter isn't proof read either, so there will be grammatical or spelling errors!

Enjoy.

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Nanami Kento-

You and Nanami would be on your bed, he'd be sitting with his back against the headboard, reading some newspaper/ latest magazine edition while you'd be laying on the bed with your head on his lap, scrolling through your social media.

"Can you believe this?!" He says catching your attention.

"Hm?" You glance away from your phone to look up at him.

"There's this article for career advice, and I cannot decide if it's a joke or what. Saying that corporate job is ideal for young people?! Tsk..."

He huffs in annoyance, folding the newspaper and tossing it on the bedside table.

"And hear me, their tag line? "The whole world is in your hands"! BS!" Nanami continues.

You giggle at how worked up he got by the article. I mean, rightfully so. You sit up facing him, taking this opportunity to tease this man.

"Awe... does it bring back some fine memories?" you say as you try your best to not laugh.

Nanami just glares at you as you burst into fits of giggles. He just "tsks" you and pulls you back on his lap, this time having you straddle him.

"But, in all honesty, I don't see anything wrong with the tagline. On the contrary, it's almost inspiring" you say wrapping your hands around his neck.

"It's unrealistic" Nanami states.

"What? No, it is not"

"Yes it is"

"Uh, no. Even I can hold the whole world in my hands," you say with a small, fake, cute pout.

It was Nanami's turn to laugh. More like, smile. That's equivalent to him laughing.

"Sureee...." he says nonchalantly.

"What? Don't believe me?"

Before he could reply, your cup his face in your tiny hands and grin triumphantly.

It takes a while for him to process the meaning behind your action, his face turning red as he blushes at the realisation.

"Tsk Y/N!" He groans, pushing your hands away and pushing you back on the bed, pinning your hands over your head.

You cannot stop laughing at his reaction.

"It's my job to make you blush. Not the other way round!"

Satoru Gojo-

You, Gojo *ahem* man-child *ahem*, Yuugi, and Nobara were huddled up in Megumi's room, a few days after a tough mission. Megumi was injured and was on a strict order of bed rest for at least a week. Luckily, you and Nobara suffered from just a few superficial injuries. Nothing serious. Yuugi recovered within a day, thanks to Sukuna. Even Gojo was hurt during this mission.

It was an eye-opener for you that, even the strongest isn't invincible out there.

You were done scolding Nobara, Megumi, and Gojo (in private tho. After all, he had a reputation to keep in front of the three youngsters). It was the pink-haired boy's turn. Thanks to Megumi, you just got the whole truth of what had actually happened with Yuugi. Nobara and Gojo were in the corner giggling as you continued to scold poor Itadori for being so careless.

"I'm sorry Y/N sensei!" he says for the millionth time.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" You scold him.

Yuugi glances over at Gojo over his shoulder and mouths, "help".

You watched Itadori and turn your gaze to Gojo, glaring at him as if you're challenging him to interrupt. Satoru was about to open his mouth to say something, but that one glare shut him up.

This didn't go unnoticed by the three young sorcerers and Megumi couldn't help but let out a laugh, which he quickly covered up with a cough.

"Don't tell me you're scared of Y/N sensei too!" Nobara opens her mouth, laughing uncontrollably.

"NANI? NO!" Satoru almost yells, which was deafened by the laughs of the young trio.

You sigh at how childish everyone in the room is, and patiently wait for them to stop laughing.

Once the laughter dies down, Yuugi seems to suddenly remember what position he was in and slowly turns back to look up at your angry face.

"I'm NOT scared of Y/N-chan" Gojo speaks up as soon as the laughter dies down, trying to salvage his reputation of being the strongest in front of the three kids.

"It's okay Gojo sensei. Everyone is scared of Y/N sensei" Itadori says.

Before you could scold him again, a mouth appears on his cheek and Sukuna's voice rings through the room.

"Woman, you ARE scary. Take it from the king of curses himself"

The entire room falls silent, but Gojo being Gojo, and your boyfriend of over a year, speaks up.

"Sure, but I am the strongest, Y/N-chan doesn't scare me!" He says with a smug smile, leaning back on his chair and man-spreading as usual.

This man. You walk over to him calmly.

"Okay, but can you hold the whole world in your hands?"

"Nani?"

"You're not the strongest if you can't do that Saturo. You too got hurt, which means, you're not invincible. So, don't be so cocky."

Gojo sits up straighter, hurt that you, his girlfriend, really said that he's not the strongest AND in front of HIS STUDENTS!

"But neither can you Y/N-chan!" he speaks up after a moment, his tone laced with a degree of whining, which only you could catch onto.

You grin as a reply immediately pops up in your brain.

"Actually, I can hold the world in my hands..."

You hear a unified "huh" from everyone in the room. You lean forward and grab Gojo's face in your hands.

Poor guy is lost, to say the least. Nobara is the first one to catch on and she "awes", followed by Megumi and Sukuna who audibly gag.

"This is why I don't come out around humans," Sukuna says before 'vanishing'.

Itadori is lost as usual. Like sensei, like student.

Realisation hits Gojo and his expressions go from confused, to embarrassed to blushing profusely for a split second and finally, his usual smug grin.

"Awe Y/N-chan! You're gonna make blush now!" He says in an exaggerated tone, followed by a giggle as he covers his face in an over elaborated and mocking manner, which earns him a smack from you.

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Apologies, I was going to write for Ryomen Sukuna in this part too but I hit a road block and I was being a lazy ass.

Also, sorry if this was underwhelming!

Thank you so much for reading! I'll be back with part 2 soon :)

Until then!

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE SEVENTEEN || KYOTO SISTER SCHOOL EXCHANGE EVENT - GROUP BATTLE 3

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of killing + mention of explosion + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 02 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.5k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 2

↳ next episode : sage

↳ barista’s notes : hehe you guys really don’t trust me anymore ʕ ꆤ ᴥ ꆤʔ...but here is the real episode everyone ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ i hope you enjoy it with all your hearts and don’t worry about anymore pranks, i am not that type of person unless it’s april 01 ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

no cursed spells used this episode..

crescent moon shape cursed energy swing : here

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“You want to become the head of the Zenin clan?!” you questioned in a surprised tone before turning your head to the side to face the weapon specialist sorcerer, only for your upperclassmen to continue to take a swing from the water bottle that you had brought her.

“It’s to spite them. What? Don’t you believe in me?” Maki responded to you once she twisted the lid of the water bottle closed before turning to look at you with a small smile.

“No, it’s not that...it’s just the process is just a whole drag, you know the paperwork, the connections with the other clans as well as your own family, it’s draining,” you commented before slowly laying down on your back leading your head to land on your track top that you had placed as a pillow.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t mention anything about the criticism,” Maki mentioned, leading you to stare up to the sky for a second before shifting your eyes to her direction, only to peer at a face that didn’t show any hesitation nor worries but rather confidence.

“I don’t care about criticism at all, it’s just a whole drag ass of a process, especially when you have to deal with two other male clan leaders,” you muttered under your breath since you didn’t want to mess up by saying three since you were technically the head of the L/N clan unofficially.

“I guess so, but I can’t wait to see the look on my family’s face when I become a hotshot sorcerer though,” Maki mentioned as she took her glasses off to give you another smile causing you to fully turn your head to the side to gain a proper clear view of your upperclassmen before giving her a soft smile back.

“If it’s you, then I wouldn’t mind at all Maki-san,” you declared causing the sorcerer to giggle lightly at your comment leading you to follow on since the laughter of Maki became really contagious for some odd reason.

‘If it’s you, then I wouldn’t have to hide anymore…’

“By the way, where is that idiot taking you this week?” Maki suddenly questioned, causing you to look at her with a slightly perplexed expression on your face before you came to the sudden realisation that she was talking about the strongest sorcerer that became your adoptive father.

“He’s taking me somewhere this week?” you asked confusingly as you quickly sat straight up only to find the mentioned man wearing a pair of black tinted glasses with the classic outfit of a simple white button-up shirt with black suit-like pants waving at you.

“Looks like he is, have fun on your daddy-daughter date,” Maki teased before standing up to continue training with the other second years as well as your classmates that gave their teacher a glare since they wanted to train with you a little longer.

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“Why does Maki-san have to suffer because of that stupid clan?” Nobara shouted loudly causing you to jump slightly because you didn’t expect her to be yelling in the middle of Starbuck with her chocolate Frappuccino in hand before you started to look around to make sure no one was looking in your direction since people weren’t supposed to know about the existent of sorcerer as of right now.

“What’s wrong?” you asked in a concerned tone since you didn’t really want to cause a scene right now as you moved your vanilla cream Frappuccino straw away from your lips. 

“I don’t get why the Zenin clan are halting Maki-san’s promotion, it’s stupid!” Kugisaki declared as she waved her arms around to exaggerate her statement nearly making you giggle at the sight since she looked like a sea creature right now.

“Well, it is quite common for families to do that when one of their members do not have cursed energy within them, they don’t even take the Heavenly Restriction into consideration,” you answered before taking another sip of your sugary drink.

“But why, isn’t superhuman physical prowess a good thing?” Kugisaki asked, before beginning to scroll through her phone to look up other places that you and she needed to visit before you both left to go back to Jujutsu Tech.

“Well, once they reject someone, they won’t take someone back, it saves them from the embarrassment of taking someone back,” you answered before looking to the side where there was a window, showcasing the roaming crowd in the city of Shibuya as some students were roaming around with books in their hand to head off to the library and some office workers, who were rushing back to their workplace from their lunch break.

“To be honest, it’s quite pathetic, it’s better to have someone that has superhuman strength and speed than a pure jujutsu sorcerer sometimes,” you commented, causing your classmate to look at you with confusion on her face.

“Why do you think that?” Kugisaki questioned as she was becoming intrigued by what was going on in your mind right now.

“Sometimes they survive things that other sorcerers can’t, it’s like a cheat code from certain death,” you answered as you turned to look at your friend before taking another sip of the vanilla drink that was right in front of you. “Besides, the Zenin clan are just full of weak men that are scared that they have to bow down to a woman, it would be funny to see them shocked,” you stated with a smile on your face leading Kugisaki to look at you with a surprised expression before seeing the slight hint of amusement in your eyes once that statement left your mouth to which caused a small smirk to appear on her face as well.

“There’s a reason why the queen is the most important chess piece on the board,” you comment before taking another sip of your vanilla Frappuccino letting the sweet flavour fall onto the tip of your tongue as if you could already taste your victory if you ever went against the Zenin clan in your lifetime.

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“Do you get it?” 

Snapping out of her thoughts, Kugisaki quickly looked up to discover her opponent in an extremely irritated expression, who was currently in the air as she was sitting upon her broom that just minutes ago slammed across the face.

“They don’t demand strength from female jujutsu sorcerers, they demand perfection! And on top of that, Mai-chan is also fighting against even more outrageous demands,” Nishimiya declared as she stared down at Kugisaki while trying to explain the disadvantages of being a female within the sorcery world that they were both currently in while trying to make Kugisaki conscious about the situation of her lower classmen and somewhat make her feel some sympathy towards her.

“I get that you’re a pain in the ass!” Kugisaki declared as she used her cursed energy to raise up three nails before swinging towards them Nishmiya leading her to dodge with her broom effortlessly before using a huge gush of wind towards the first-year, only to her surprise that Kugisaki was still standing with a smirk on her face, just like the one she showed you back when you both went on that Starbucks date.

“I’m used to getting knocked around and that attack isn’t even enough to compare to what I’ve been through,” Kugisaki mentioned while lifting her bangs away from her face as she began to recall the amount of time you had made her lose her footing as well as violently hitting her to the point where Panda had to save her a few times before she could even hit the tree she was going to crash into during the two months of training that everyone had.

“All done with your lecture?!” Kugisaki rhetorically asked as she raised up more of her nails before violently smashing them with her hammer towards Nishimiya again leading the sorcerer to dodge them once again while continuing on with her speech.

“Perfection is easy compared to what’s demanded of Mai-chan! She’s from the Zenin-can, one of the three major clans of elite jujutsu sorcerers. Perfection is expected as a matter of course there,” Nishimiya commented as she continued to ride her broom before stabilising herself once the attack had finished. 

“‘Inherit the Zenin clan’s hereditary technique.’ Anywho don’t meet that demand, start their sorcerer lives as failures. Among those, women aren’t even allowed to stand at the starting line. Without the Zenin clan lineage, they’re not considered jujutsu sorcerers and if they’re not jujutsu sorcerers, they’re not considered people,” Nishimiya yelled out as if it was her own story that she was reciting to Kugisaki, leading to the first-year to somewhat zone out as she began to remember something that you had mentioned to her one time.

‘Gender should not matter at the end of the day, if you can beat or exorcise them...why should you care what gender they are? You won the chess game, right?’

“She’s lived her entire life with such scorn in a family without a shred of affection. Can you imagine how much Mai-chan and others suffered just to obtain what we enjoy as a matter of course? Why don’t you try thinking over with that brain of yours that confuses curses for friends?” the blonde-haired sorcerer questioned, before swiftly dodging a nail that was thrown at her suddenly.

“Shut up. Do you think misfortune is a free pass to do anything? What, then? You’re satisfied with those who are blessed getting trash-talked behind their back? That’s how Saori-chan…,” Kugisaki questioned in a low and threatening tone as she began to reminisce about her childhood friend that was run out of her countryside town just because she was from the city.

“I can’t stand her, regardless of her upbringing and I love Maki-san, who endured the same upbringing. Have you all even bothered to think about what kind of person the idiot you’re trying to curse is?” Kugisaki asked once again, only to get a silent and annoyed expression as her answer. “What makes us obligated to meet such perfection or such absurd demands? Gojo...she doesn’t even strive for perfection as a special-grade sorcerer. Is your entire life just a job?!” the first-year yelled out before lifting her hand as she angrily activated her curse technique leading to multitudes of large explosions of cursed energy to surround the entire forest, forcing Nishimiya to fly around the area in a panic towards getting hit by any of the blasts.

Suddenly, as Nishimiya tried to, once again, stabilise herself on her broom, another nail was thrown causing it to land on a tree trunk only for a sudden foot to make its way on top of it as a stepping platform leading Kugisaki to jump up with full strength to reach up towards her opponent. However, it only led her to grab a few bristles of the flying divide.

“You might have brought me down, but you still won’t reach me!” Nishimiya declared as she released another gust of wind to push Kugisaki back down to the ground only for your classmate to land roughly on her feet as she took out one of her straw dolls from her school jacket.

“No, I reached you. This is plenty,” Kugisaki mentioned as she stuck one of the straw bristles on the doll as she continued with “I don’t give a damn about ‘men’ this and ‘women’ that! You can keep that shit to yourselves! I love myself when I’m pretty and all dressed up! And I love myself when I’m being strong!”

“I am... Kugisaki Nobara!” Kugisaki proudly declared before slamming her hammer down on her doll letting her cursed energy flow into her equipment, suddenly causing Nishimiya’s broom to malfunction as she began to drop.

‘If I hit here with my hammer, I might kill her,’ Kugisaki thought as she remembered what you told her leading her to smirk, yet she knew she couldn’t break the rules causing her to reach behind her back to reveal a red and yellow hammer that suddenly expanded to which lead the Kyoto sorcerer to identify it as a squeaky hammer only to be violently smacked with it across her face.

“One more time!” Kugisaki yelled out. However, before the hammer could even connect to Nishimiya’s face again, a sudden small but large impact was felt on her temple causing Kugisaki’s body to be flung over to the side leading Nishimiya to look surprised before facing forward as she wondered who was the person responsible for saving her.

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“Hello? Momo?” Mai greeted as she placed her phone on her ear trying to communicate with her teammate. “Don’t worry, it was a rubber bullet,” she then reassured Nishimiya as she knew that the third-year already sympathised her and now she was worried that she might have killed someone during the Exchange Event.

“Most importantly, that light was Ultimate Cannon, right? But I can’t get in touch with Mechamaru. If he was cornered enough to use such a powerful technique, and now this, he most likely lost,” Mai informed her schoolmate as she was trying to relay information that she could assume since it was important to know the status of the Kyoto team right now.

“Panda will likely be returning, you should leave that spot and support everyone from the air. We’re all in trouble without you,” the Zenin member mentioned leading to the other person on the line to agree before she slowly uttered her name.

“It’s all right, Momo, I know,” Mai mentioned in a soft tone, trying to convey to her friend that it was alright before hanging up once Nishimiya got the message.

“What? Not going to call your friends?” someone yelled out as they stood on a branch, directly opposite to Mai at this current moment in time. “I don’t mind going two-on-one,” the second-year confidently stated with a smile on her face.

“There are many ways to enjoy this, right?” Mai asked before processing to stand up on her feet. “I could have everyone beat you together, but I’d like to enjoy you...by myself,” Mai declared as she raised her gun with a vexed expression displayed on her face as she faced her twin sister.

“Call me ‘Onee-chan,’ little sister,” Maki stated as she raised her katana.

However, before they could even start a fight another deafening explosion was heard causing them to turn in the direction to where it was heard, only to see a similar crescent-shaped wave of cursed energy flung into the air leading Mai to took at the scene with widening eyes as she slowly came to the realisation who was the cause of it.

“I think you should call Kamo and tell him to stop fighting with Gojo...it might lead him going to the hospital,” Maki mentioned before pushing herself forward to attack her sister.

‘If it’s you, then I wouldn’t mind at all Maki-san’

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 11

*Author’s note*

Well this got done within a night shift of writing lol but now we discover the TRUE mythology of the Wizards in this story. I also hope you all enjoy the face cast I’ve picked out for you all, I know some of you are gonna FLIP OUT!! So enjoy this chapter folks and until the next update :)

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Chapter 11,

The Truth

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*3rd Person POV*

Serafina and Balthazar walked side by side along the desert as the rain continued to softly pour down on top of them.

“Why didn’t you tell us that you were—the Balthazar when you first met us?”

“I don’t usually give out that information freely.” He answered using the Egyptian’s actual voice.  It was more softer compared to his original voice but it still held a commanding tone to it.

“Also this body……this clearly isn’t your human body. Are you possessing this poor man?”

“He volunteered it freely all those centuries ago when I went to find you and John. Plus I have to keep my true self hidden. As I’m sure you remember that the Sorcerer Supreme can sense every living creature on Earth. And ghosts give out the strongest power force known to our realm. If Grindelwald saw me freely moving about in the world, all hell would break loose.”

“That is true.” She muttered.

“We’ve arrived.” Balthazar soon said as he stopped. Serafina stopped beside him and the two of them stood on top of a semi-high (around 3-4ft) rock wall which stood over more desert.

“You woke me up in the middle of the night just to bring me out further into the desert?” Serafina sassed at the great Wizard.  He softly chuckled and said with a sigh.

“Oh you even have his sarcastic nature.”

“Whose sarcastic nature?”

“Close your eyes dear one.” Serafina closed her eyes before feeling 2 fingers press against each side of her temples and soon Balthazar’s real voice spoke in her head.

‘Over a thousand years ago the world of Sorcerers was a very different place. Instead of one Wizard ruling over all others, all of us lived and helped serve under the 3 great apprentices of Merlin.’

“This was the story we were taught on our first day of school. The history of Wizards.”

‘Indeed. While each wizard and witch lived in their own countries, all Sorcerers were considered equals and called a special sacred place known as the Garden of Merlin, home. Now—open your eyes.’ Serafina opened her eyes and she was greeted with an amazing sight.

Nothing but pure green surrounded her, the sky was just shining it’s dawning colors of pink and blue as the sun continued to rise higher into the sky.  She stood up on a hill and saw wildflowers growing as far as she could see in all various colors and types, trees so big she’d swore they’d brush against the clouds in the sky.

“Did we just time travel?” she turned and saw Balthazar as his true self.  He now stood roughly about John’s height, maybe a couple inches taller.  His ghostly eyes stared at Serafina as he told her.

“There’s too much to see and so little time. Try not to ask too many questions.” With that he walked deeper into the forest.  Serafina ran behind him and when she caught up to him, she looked around the forest.  

Listening to the frogs and birds bring the forest to life, squirrels scampering around the tree branches and deer along with other forest creatures doing whatever it was they do.

“This is where your family was born. Behold.” Balthazar pushed back a shrub and soon they saw a group of wizards all talking amongst one another, children playing games with either one another or with their parents.

“But won’t you disrupt the time stream by being here?”

“No. Because this is just a vision. No one can see nor hear us.” Serafina looked out watching everyone all happy and smiling at one another. Nothing like she had seen before with sorcerers of different nationalities and skin colors truly living like brothers and sisters.

“Hang on you said this is where my story began? That’s not true at all. My family didn’t come around till after the fall of the 3 apprentices.”

“Not true.” He immediately said to her.  She looked at him confused. “You see that little girl over there? Who does she remind you of?” he pointed towards a young girl with long brown hair and blue eyes.

Playing alongside her was a Hispanic man with brown hair, warm brown eyes and a mustache over his upper lip while at his jaw a stubble of a beard was forming.  He wore an elegant golden wizard robe and watched with pride and a warm smile as he saw this young girl practicing her magic.

“She…..she almost looks like me.”

“That’s because she is your ancestor. Wanda Arya Black. And that man she’s with is my brother Archimedes.” Serafina’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

“Archi—Archimedes?! As in Archimedes the Wise?! That Archimedes?” she turned to Balthazar.

“Yes is there an echo in here?” wow he was definitely John’s ancestor.  He cleared his throat and said, “He was the only one out of the three of us to take on an apprentice. As the first muggle-born witch she showed prose and potential, so Archimedes took her in as his ward as well as her teacher.”

“But there was never an apprentice in the legend. Balthazar no offense but I’ve been taught your story throughout my entire life. Why did you bring me here?”

“Because you don’t know our story. Come with me.” He walked away leaving Serafina to stare at her ancestorial grandmother as well as the 3rd great apprentice of Merlin.  As she watched the two of them walk away, Serafina turned and followed in the direction Balthazar went.

Day soon turned to night as they kept walking to another part of the garden.  As they stopped, they spotted 3 figures sitting at a clearing looking up at the moon and the stares in the night sky.  Serafina obviously recognized the two men because she was standing right next to him now.

The two men were Archimedes and Balthazar (back when he was alive).  A woman was also with them.  She wore a long, short-sleeved black dress and had long wavy brown hair.  She was around their age and she was sitting upon a rock beside inbetween the two men.

“It’s you guys. And that woman, is that—”

“Shh! Pay attention now.” Balthazar told her.  They turned back towards the three young apprentices and soon they heard Archimedes speak up.

“I know that I was chosen to be his wisdom and destined to teach future young ones of our ways but I—don’t think I’m ready just yet.”

“There’s no way we could ever feel ready for this. I mean how do you think I feel about being the next Sorcerer Supreme?” asked Balthazar.

“Some help you are.” Archimedes scoffed out a laugh.

“I’m not finished!” Balthazar stated.

“I think what cheekbones is trying to say is, is that we’ll be fine. Merlin has never steered us wrong before my brothers. We are all ready for this. And we’ll always have each other for when things get hard, right?” Morgana said as she got off the rock and placed her hands on each of her brother’s shoulders.

“Right.” Balthazar agreed with a strong nod.

“Right.” Archimedes however had a slight hesitant tone to his voice but the smile on his face fooled the other two.  Morgana let out a yawn and Balthazar said.

“I think we’ll go ahead and retire for the evening.”

“Goodnight. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Archimedes said. As Balthazar and Morgana flew off, together (Balthazar using his magic to fly while Morgana summoned her broom).

“Cheekbones? Really Morgana?” Balthazar asked offensively.

“C’mon Balthazar, you’ve got to admit you have sharper cheekbones than even our Master.” Morgana teased back.  The two of them continued to banter with each other till they were out of sight.

Archimedes softly chuckled and shook his head before growing solemn again and looked back up at the moon.

“You see…….at the time I didn’t realize that while Archimedes was ready to take his place as the Wisdom of Merlin, he wasn’t happy.” Balthazar explained to Serafina.

“You guys have the most famous story in all of Wizard lore, what was it that could make him happy?”

“A friend of yours.” They turned back around and after a little while a female voice spoke up.

“Are they gone master?”

“They’re gone.” He said.  Soon coming out of the shrubs was Wanda.  She was older, now the same age as Serafina and she could see for herself that she looked almost identical to her ancestral grandmother.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep him away much longer.” She suddenly shrieked as someone lifted her up and spun her around.

“Well then don’t make me stay away so long next time!” Soon coming into the light of the full moon was none other than Roger Taylor himself.

Serafina couldn’t believe it!  She knew Roger had been around since the creation of the seas but he actually was there before the fall of the 3 apprentices of Merlin? He knew Archimedes the wise personally as well as her ancestral grandmother?! Was that why he seemed to flirt with her cause she reminded him of Wanda? And why didn’t he ever mention it before?

“How can I survive without my favorite witch and wizard?” Roger said as he nuzzled into Wanda’s neck affectionately.

“We’re sorry my friend, we just don’t……don’t want Morgana and Balthazar to—” Archimedes said as he pulled Roger away from his apprentice and gave the Nokken a brotherly embrace.  Roger separated from Archimedes and looked at him confused.

“You—you mean to tell me that Roger. My Roger knew Archimedes as well as my infinite great grandmother!? So what were he and Wanda friends like we are? Or—”

“Archimedes and Wanda both cared for their brother and sister wizards. But the beings they both could be truly happy with, were the Magical creatures.” Balthazar explained to Serafina.

“I just don’t understand why you won’t tell them you don’t want to do this anymore? What will you do tomorrow when Merlin crowns you the Wise?” Roger asked.

“I’ll go through with it. It’s been destined that I become his Wisdom after he passes on so—I will.”

“And then what you’ll forget about all the creatures we’ve helped? Forget about me?” Wanda said.

“No! That will never happen! Querida you know I’ll always love you.” Archimedes said as he cupped Wanda’s cheeks in his hand, stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs.

“Right. You say you love her, but you don’t want your fellow wizards to know what you both have been building! Sure we get it!” Roger huffed as he took Wanda back into his arms.

“This duty was chosen for me at birth what else am I supposed to do?! I don’t have a choice Roger.”

“You weren’t born to serve a purpose. You were born to live your life. You always have a choice.” Roger said.

“He’s right Master. Think of what we’ve worked so hard to build. Do you really want that to go down in flames? I don’t have the power to convince the Wizard council to keep what we’re trying to do secure. I need you. They need you.” Archimedes brushed a strand of Wanda’s hair out of her face and placed a hand onto Roger’s shoulder.

“Come on. This way now.” Balthazar guided Serafina away from the three of them and the two of them walked to another part of the garden.

The sun slowly started to rise but already in Serafina’s mind, dozens of questions were buzzing around her head.  She soon saw Balthazar stop beside a tree and she ran up to catch up to him.

“Where is he?!” Morgana’s voice snapped.  “Sorcerers from across the world are out there waiting for our coronation!”

“We’ve searched everywhere. But no one’s seen him ma’am.” Said a young blonde wizard.

“Well look again! He could’ve been captured or-or killed!” Morgana snapped.

“Lady Morgana! Lady Morgana!” soon a young witch with ginger hair came running up.  She had freckles decorated all over her face and bright green eyes. “I have news about Lord Archimedes.”

“Thank Paracelsus. Where is he?”

“He and his apprentice Wanda left with a creature known as a Nokken. He said to tell you that he and Wanda are safe and not to worry.”

“Left with a Nokken? For what?”

“It seems that he—” she went quiet.  She cleared her throat and continued hesitantly. “He said he had a greater calling. Than staying here, ma’am.” At hearing this, Morgana went silent.  Slowly her face contorted to anger as she sneered softly.

“You said a Nokken right? They’re like sirens yes? It tricked them both and then kidnapped them.”

“No. My Lord Arch—”

“I AM MORGANA LE FEY! MERLIN’S CHOSEN LAWKEEPER!! I DECIDE WHAT’S TRUE!! Where did it take them!?” she snapped with pure rage at the young witch.

“He—they didn’t say.” She said fearfully.

“No matter. I’ll find them one way or another.” Morgana growled lowly.

Balthazar sighed heavily with solemn.  He then turned to Serafina and warned her.

“This next scene won’t be pretty.” He walked ahead.  As Serafina passed over the tree, she was greeted with a gruesome sight.  Hundreds upon thousands of sea creature corpses lay across the land.

From mermaids, to sirens, Nokks to Kelpies.  Every sea creature known to mankind could be seen. Their bodies pale and their eyes soulless with death.

“Morgana declared war between us and the sea creatures. Accusing Roger of seducing both Archimedes and his apprentice and demanding retribution. It resulted in a massacre on a scale never seen before in Wizard history until two other occasions.” Balthazar explained as he and Serafina slowly walked over the corpses of the poor sea creatures.

“Me and Freddie.” Balthazar nodded solemnly.  They arrived at seemed to be the end of the garden. “Heartbroken at his apprentices fall into darkness; with his final breath, Merlin arranged the meeting between the four of them to meet at the sacred, neutral ground known to all creatures.” Balthazar once again pushed the shrubs away and Serafina soon saw Roger, Wanda, Archimedes, and Morgana standing in a landscape that she knew all too well.

“It’s—my home.” She whispered in awe as well as shock.

“I’ve come as Merlin decreed. Now give them back, and all of this can be over.” Morgana took a step when Roger, who was now in his full Nokken form guarding Archimedes and Wanda, snarled as his gills flared angrily.

“Stay back! They came here to talk! That’s all!”

“Please sister stop this. I can’t give you what you want.” Archimedes pleaded.

“That’s not true. You’re our brother!” Morgana tried to reason with him.

“Yes. You and Balthazar have been my brother and sister. You both will always be my brother and sister. But our journey together has come to an end.”

“You’re—abandoning us? For what purpose? What purpose is greater than being with your own family?” Archimedes swallowed his tears and said as he looked directly at Morgana.

“The protection and safe security of all Magical creatures. So please, let them live in peace.”

“There is no peace without you Archimedes! You belong with your own kind. With Sorcerers. With us.” Morgana pleaded.  Archimedes turned his head and refused to look Morgana in the eye.  She took another step before looking towards Wanda now.  “Wanda, you know this is the way. Please child come with me.” Roger’s claws dug deeper into the ground as his fangs grew longer.

“I said….STAY BACK!!” then like the animal he truly was, he launched himself at Morgana, pinning her down and snarled down at her.

Morgana’s gagging echoed in the night as Roger began to choke her to death before he felt ready to deliver the final blow.  He wasn’t just doing this for his Sorcerer friends but he also lost all his best friends and family to this witch.

She cause in a complete genocide against the sea and now he was going to have his revenge.

“Roger stop it what are you doing!?” Wanda exclaimed.

“SHE’S A MONSTER WANDA!! She’ll keep hunting you both. Just like she hunted my people! I. Have. To end this!” Morgana continued to choke as she tried to get Roger off of her but he was too strong for her.

“Roger please listen to me! I know she’s slaughtered your people but—” Archimedes started off.  “If you kill her now, you will be no better than she was. We—we can’t bear to see you……”

“Please Roger let Lady Morgana go! For us.” Wanda pleaded as tears formed in her eyes.  Roger looked at his friends with helpless eyes but when he looked down at Morgana, his eye grew hard and filled with hatred.

But he knew they were right.  If he killed the high witch now, he’d not only have to go into hiding but he’d also be consumed by revenge.  Soon enough what would stop him from killed all other sorcerers? Including Wanda and Archimedes who have shown him nothing but kindness and love. Something his kind never truly understood, until he met them.  He turned back towards them and said softly.

“Only for you both.” He released Morgana and crawled over towards them.  Morgana let out a series of coughs as she slowly raised herself off the ground. Archimedes pressed his forehead against Roger’s and whispered.

“Thank you my friend.” Roger then turned to Wanda who immediately hugged him and kissed his blue/grey scale cheek.  “Sister Morgana I—”

“SANGUINE MALICE!!” Morgana cried out.  Wanda pushed Roger away and took the spell head on. She stumbled backwards as she clenched her stomach with one arm and held her hand to her mouth.  Wanda grunted and groaned before she suddenly vomited out blood.

Serafina watched with horror as she was experiencing déjà vu. For that spell was the very same spell that was used on her by John’s own mother.

“WANDA!!” Both Roger and Archimedes exclaimed fearfully. Roger quickly phased back into his human disguise and caught Wanda as she collapsed and proceeded to keep coughing and vomiting out blood.  Her eyes dripping out bloody tears as they slowly went red.  Her coughs and gagging now pierced the air.

Archimedes joined alongside Roger and took the young witch’s face in between his hands.

“She-she wasn’t the target. It was for the Nokk. But if a witch is willing to die for a monster, then she’s no different!”

“No. No, no, Wanda. Wanda, Wanda hey, hey, hey querida por favor. Por favor, stay with us. Stay with me.” Wanda slowly lifted her bloody hand towards Archimedes’ face and tried to speak, but all that came out were haunting gurgles.  “Shhh, shhh, shhh. Save your strength my darling girl. Shhhh, shhh.”

“Please Wanda just hold on. Archimedes will heal you just hang on we’ll get you help. Just please hold on for us. I love you so much my soulmate.” Roger pleaded as he stroked through her hair.

Slowly her head became limp as her gurgling ceased and her arm fell to the ground, leaving a bloody sweep across Archimedes’ right cheek.

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No!” Roger pleaded and begged but it was too late.  Wanda Arya Black was gone.  “NOOOOO!!!!” Roger roared out in heartbroken agony and wept over her corpse. Archimedes too couldn’t hold his tears back as he pressed his forehead to Wanda’s and his tears fell upon her face.

When Roger slowly turned his head towards Morgana, his blood boiled with more rage than ever.

“You’ve killed one of your own!” He went to charge towards Morgana but a hand stopped him from moving any further.  Roger looked down and saw that Archimedes had stopped him. Before he could snap, Roger’s anger suddenly turned to fear as he sensed a sudden spike of power rising within Archimedes.

The wizard slowly stood up and Morgana stared at her brother in fear.

“Archimedes?” she softly spoke his name.  Suddenly she felt something beginning to choke her.  She dropped her wand as her hands went up to neck, trying to feel what it was that was choking her but she felt nothing but her own skin.  The sky grew dark, the wind softly picked up and even the moon went dark.  It was then Archimedes spoke in a low, haunting chant.

By the Guardian of all creatures

I give my voice to the Seers.

Soon even the moon itself grew black till it practically seemed to have disappeared completely.  Archimedes began to glow a bright white color as his lower half changed and morphed into a long snake-like tail.  

It soon came towards Morgana as it now revealed that a tail was now choking her.  Coils also formed around Wanda’s body protectively while Roger fell to the ground and submitted in fear, for he knew just what was coming.  

Suddenly from Archimedes’ lips not only did he speak but a thousand other voices both male and female came out of him.

“FOR YOUR CRIMES ON THESE SACRED GROUNDS, YOUR SOUL WILL KNOW NO PEACE! NOT FOR YOU OR YOUR DESCENDANTS!!” Soon Archimedes’ upper-half grew and grew till he stood well over the trees themselves.

His eyes now glowed pure gold with a white slit as the voices continued to speak through Archimedes.

“EVERY DESCENDANT YOU GIVE BIRTH WILL BE MARKED WITH SUFFERING. AND WE, SHALL BE YOUR DEATH IN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM. SO SAYS THE NAGA, THE SEERS OF ALL. THE GUARDIAN OF CREATURES CONDEMNS YOU. MORGANA THE TRAITORUS!”

Morgana had never in her life felt such fear surge through her body.  Her brother had surrendered his very being to the most powerful and dangerous creatures known to the supernatural world.  The eyes closed and with a bright light, all three of them disappeared, leaving her cowering on the ground as the wind blew her hair around her face.

Her expression frozen in pure terror.

From the bushes Balthazar looked down solemnly while Serafina was just in shock.

“None of this—was taught to us at school.”

“That’s because Morgana obliviated the entire Wizard community of what really happened that night, told her own version of the tale. And from there she made Morgana’s law, the execution and hunting of all magical creatures, out of her hate and fear. Years after I became Sorcerer Supreme, and saw for myself what happened that night thanks to the help of Freddie Mercury himself, I exposed her for the coward she really was. But when you obliviate an entire community, there is only so much you can do to rewrite certain parts of history without dire consequences. And her laws and teachings would soon make their way to my bloodline and the massacre of the Naga soon commence.”

Soon the forest changed to the very day the Naga genocide happened with Thomas Riddle Deacon was Sorcerer Supreme.  All of the Nagas surrounded them before the vision went black as Balthazar choked out sadly.

“I did my best to warn him, but—it wasn’t enough.” Soon the two of them were back in the real world.  Balthazar in his vessel’s body, a broken expression on his face as his head lowered in sorrow.  “Archimedes has been missing since that night and Morgana’s law continues to be enforced. That’s why at the end of every Sorcerer Supreme reign they plan, target and exterminate every living creature.”

“You mean Archimedes—is alive?” Balthazar nodded sadly. “This whole time?! So why hasn’t he been protecting these creatures?”

“He renounced his claim to it. So their only hope is for the next chosen one to take the mantel. That’s why Freddie also chose you along with John.”

“What?”

“You are Wanda’s descendant. You are destined to be the next Guardian of Creatures. If you don’t, the cycle will only continue. Archimedes will stay hidden, Morgana’s law will remain, and Sorcerers will continue to kill till only they are the supreme beings. That’s why we want you to help us end it.”

“I’m—sorry Balthazar. That’s too much even for me.” Serafina sat down along the wall and said as she held her legs to her chest. “I’m not a Guardian or a descendant of anyone connected to the 3 apprentices, I’m just……me.”

“You can believe in that and forget what I’ve told you or can continue to help fix a broken world. Your choice.”

For years she had been following in what Freddie has foreseen her and John to do but never did she imagine that she’d have to also lead all Magical creatures into peace.  Not to mention that she now suddenly got a whiplash of the fact that her family line was connected to the 3 apprentices of Merlin through apprenticeship.

But she had come too far now.  If she fled now then all this work would have been for nothing. She’d be abandoning her family yet again and that was something she couldn’t do.  Not when she finally started to rebuild it once again with the return of her adopted sons.

“Okay. What do you need us to do now?”

“Find Archimedes. He’s in his Motherland of what is now known as Chile. He has got to crown a Guardian of Creatures.”

“But Chile has one of the most powerful magical barriers. We wouldn’t even know where to start looking once we got there.”

“He’ll come to you dear one. He’ll trust his apprentice’s bloodline. But uhh… Archimedes won’t train you if you bring forth my descendant let alone know that you’re married to him. Best if you go find him alone.”

“You want me too—abandon my family?”

“You’re not abandoning them. Your destiny lies on a different path than theirs right now. You and Archimedes both need this.”

“I don’t know if I can do this on my own.” Balthazar placed his vessel’s hand on Serafina’s shoulder and both the vessel and Balthazar’s real voice spoke to her.

“When the time comes, I know you will do the right thing.” Their voices echoed in her head.

Back at camp Serafina’s eyes suddenly shot open and she panted heavily as a cold sweat stuck to her entire body.

“Melda?” John’s voice groaned beside her.  She looked down and rested her hand against John’s temple and used her magic to put him back to sleep.

“I’m alright my love. Go back to sleep.” He cleared his throat tiredly before letting out a moan and immediately fell right asleep. Serafina stared outside of the tent and thought to herself, ‘A descendant of Archimedes’ apprentice.’

She turned her night dress into traveling clothes and looked down at her husband and sons one last time.

“I’ll be back my loves. Please don’t worry.” She sent three red auras of magic into the minds of her boys who all smiled in their sleep and let out tired moans.

Serafina got out of the tent and she got on top of her horse and proceeded to race off into the desert.

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Heart of Steel - I

Description: Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N? 

Pairing: Medieval AU -Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 3,183

Warning: If you’re a history buff, probably don’t read this because the historical inaccuracies will most likely drive you crazy. 😅

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“Sir James,” Y/N says overly sweetly. She only used his correct title when they were not alone or when she wanted to tease him; this time it was both. “You are said to be one of the strongest knights to have ever lived. People fear you on the battlefield. You are renowned throughout the lands…”

Bucky kept his face emotionless, choosing to wait patiently for her to finish.

“So why, Sir James, do you waste your days protecting me? Surely this life is quite lowly to a man of your honor.” Her eyes were so playful and mischievous. She knew he couldn’t respond honestly when her ladies-in-waiting and servants surrounded them.

Bucky wasn’t in the mood for her games today. Y/N did this when she was bored. She was much too clever and witty to be a princess. She got easily bored, which was why she caused so much trouble as a child. The trouble continued into her young adulthood, but Y/N had become much better at hiding it.

“You are the princess, Your Highness.” Bucky replied evenly.

Y/N looked disappointed that he wasn’t playing the part she had hoped.

“Me? The princess?” She gasped theatrically. “Why… I had no idea?”

Her ladies-in-waiting giggled, hiding their amusement with their fans.

Bucky hated them. He believed Y/N deserved better company. They were all fictitious friends. None of them actually knew who Y/N was as a person. They only cared for her title. Everyone wanted to be close to the princess.

Bucky narrowed his gaze just enough that it wasn’t a glare.

“You are the Crown Princess; daughter of King Henry, the world’s most powerful ruler. He has called you his greatest treasure. The duty of protecting her is anything but lowly.” He raised an eyebrow.

Y/N paused before letting out boisterous laughter. Her mother had scolded her for it since she was a child. Y/N didn’t laugh like a princess, didn’t hide her lips behind her hand or a fan. No, Y/N laughed loud and threw her head back. She could fill an entire room with joy from it.

Bucky was grateful that her governess, teachers, and mother couldn’t beat it out of her.

“Oh, how you flatter me so, Sir James.” She sipped on a goblet of wine. Her eyes darkened as she stared him down. “But you also speak of me as if I am a possession and nothing more.”

Anger flashed across Bucky’s eyes at the accusation. He never saw Y/N has anything less than her own independent self. In fact, he might be one of the few who did.

But Bucky was trained to keep his emotions and reactions hidden.

“No one could ever truly possess a princess, Your Highness. I am not foolish enough to repeat the same mistake of other men. Unbeknownst to them, they would have better luck catching smoke than making a woman their possession.”

If Y/N was caught off guard by his retort, she didn’t show it.

Instead, she smirked and looked around at their audience. “Is he not the most amusing man we could ever have in our midst?” Y/N teased.

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“Why do you torture him so?” Wanda asked Y/N as she brushed her hair.

Y/N sat in her nightgown, hair undone, and no makeup staining her skin.

Yes, Wanda was her servant. But she was also Y/N’s dearest friend. When they were alone, Y/N treated her as an equal.

“Who?” Y/N asked. “You know who: Sir James. I saw you teasing him earlier today. I know you do it out of your own boredom. But I feel bad for the poor man.” Wanda giggled softly.

“One day he will grow tired of me, I feel it. I always imagined him as the captain of my father’s army.” Y/N tried to hide the sadness in her eyes as she imagined the day it became true. But Wanda knew her too well to miss it.

“I know it is not my place, Your Highness…” She began carefully.

“Wanda, how many times must I say it, even after all these years? You may call me Y/N when we are alone. And you may speak freely. We are friends, are we not?”

Wanda nodded.

“Truly, you must see how Sir James looks at you. I cannot imagine a day when he will ever leave your side. He loves you and it is a love beyond the simple commoner for his princess.”

Y/N’s eyes softened.

“I only wonder if you will ever allow yourself to love him back.” Wanda added quietly as she continued to brush Y/N’s hair.

“What does it matter? Love will never be my path. I am a princess, Wanda. I marry for my kingdom, not for love.”

“The King and Queen love each other, do they not?” Wanda challenged lightly.

“Yes, but it was out of sheer dumb luck…furthermore, it took years. ” Y/N replied with an obvious bitterness.

“I know you do not truly believe that, Y/N.” Wanda sighed.

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Bucky patiently waited outside Y/N’s bedchambers. 

It was the start of another day and it had already been announced that she was not attending court. He was grateful. The smell of their too strong perfume and the sound of their fake giggles gave him headaches. When he was lucky, he got pulled away, by request of the King, for other pursuits.

Suddenly, Y/N’s door opened.

The other guard stationed with Bucky straightened his posture almost in panic.

Y/N was not only wearing riding gear, but riding gear that was meant for a man.

Bucky tried to ignore the way the outfit hugged her body in ways her dresses never did. He could perfectly see the shape of her legs and the curve of her bottom.

“I wish to go riding.” Y/N told the two men.

“Your Highness, a storm is quickly approaching. The horses have been unruly all day,” the other guard argued.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and glared at him. “I did not ask for a foretelling of weather, Sir Arthur.”

Bucky had to hide his smirk. He had never met a woman that could put a man back in his place like she could. She could make any man feel as though he was being scolded by his mother once again.

“If you are worried about getting caught in a storm, you need not worry. I only request Sir James as an escort.” Y/N added with a tilt of her head.

“But that is not the proper formality, your highness!” Sir Arthur argued.

“Leave it be,” Bucky warned him. “We will be fine without your accompaniment.”

Y/N looked pleased with his support. “And just for that, you may hurry ahead and tell the stablemen to ready our horses, Sir Arthur.”

He looked embarrassed to be so patronized. But he knew his place and nodded before practically running and disappearing down the halls.  

Bucky started escorting Y/N in the same direction, but at a much slower pace.

He sighed and chuckled to himself. “Must you be so hard on him?”

Y/N scoffed, “He speaks to me as if I am a child.”

“He has known you since you were one,” Bucky replied. But then his eyes looked over her outfit, once again. “If your mother catches you in those clothes, you will never hear the end of it.”

Y/N smiled at him. “Is it not your duty to protect me, Sir James? That means I need saving from danger both within and outside these castle walls.”

“Aye, your mother is a danger.”

The comment earned him a burst of laughter from her. It bounced off the marble walls surrounding them. Bucky swore his heart could be made of ice and Y/N’s laughter would melt it still.

They both knew to take lesser known paths to avoid servants and nobles, or worse, members of Y/N’s royal family.

Eventually they made it to the stables.

Y/N’s horse was a wild beast. It was a gift from her older brother, Anthony. He’d been in town square, watching a group of men fail to tame it. He overheard them discussing the possibility of simply killing it and selling the meat for money. But Tony wouldn’t allow it. He bought the black, Friesian, stallion and knew, in his heart, that Y/N could bridle him.

Y/N had a gift with horses. She would’ve made a fine horse-breaker if she had been born a commoner. Bucky swore it was like watching a sorcerer place an enchantment as she whispered soothing words to the beasts. They melted under her touch and voice.

Tony’s gift had been the same. Y/N named him Moon, for his coat was so black that the light bounced off it in a beautiful shade of blue. It reminded her of the way the world looked under moonlight.

Y/N let his mane and tale grow out. She refused to let anyone touch them. Bucky always smiled when he remembered the time she caught a stable boy trying to comb a brush through the horse’s mane. The boy got quite the scolding.

“I want him to remain wild,” Y/N had told him.

Moon adored Y/N. If there was anyone more protective of her than Bucky, it was that damn horse. Most of the stableman couldn’t go near him without getting a bite or a stomp to one of their feet. However, Moon tolerated Bucky and Tony.

Bucky watched as Y/N cooed at her stallion. He instantly nuzzled her palm and lightly stomped his feet in excitement, knowing they were about to go on a ride.

Bucky’s horse was a grey, Percheron, mare. It was a horse bred for war, and Bucky had told Y/N of all the times she practically saved his life on the battlefield. She was a giant thing that most people weren’t even big enough to ride. Unlike Moon, she was a gentle and friendly animal. But when armor was placed on her back, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Bucky named her Persephone. “When I ride her through the battlefield, I never know if she’s guiding me to my death or away from it,” Bucky had said when Y/N asked why.

Y/N mounted Moon. She did not ride sidesaddle, like a proper lady. Which was also why she had to sneak about the castle to go for rides. But that was how she’d become such a great rider. There wasn’t a horse in the kingdom that could throw her off.

Bucky had already mounted Persephone. His sword was still at his waist, but a bow and arrows were added to the saddle as well.

Y/N glanced back at him. “Try to keep up,” she smirked before digging her heels into Moon’s side and taking off.

Bucky shook his head in annoyance. But it was all for show. As soon as he was out of the barn and into the meadows, he broke into a smile and urged Persephone to catch up.

His eyes looked up at the sky. His comrade hadn’t been wrong: a storm was coming their way. It was straight ahead and it looked like Y/N was trying to ride straight into the black clouds.

Y/N was a better rider than even Bucky. So he would never catch up to her.

She only slowed down when rain started pelting them.

He saw her look around and steer Moon to a giant beech tree in the near distance. Its branches were so broad and its leaves were so big that it would give them shelter to wait out the storm.

When Bucky reached it, Y/N was already soaking wet. But her lips spread into a beaming smile. He saw that her skin was covered in goosebumps and she was shivering slightly.

He dismounted and ripped off his cloak to wrap around her.

“Your lips are about to turn blue, Y/N.” He practically berated her.

“But what about you, Bucky?”

Now that they were completely alone, they called each other by their informal names and not titles. It was forbidden and could easily have Bucky hanged, if Y/N or another royal member wished it.

Y/N was also her true self now. Not rigid and proper, or sometimes even bratty. No, now she was kind and gentle and relaxed. This was the woman that Bucky fell in love with.

No one even knew of Bucky’s nickname, except for maybe a handful of people.  

“I am fine,” He assured her. “I cannot have the royal princess dying from a cold, even if riding into a deadly storm was her perposterous idea.”

Y/N looked down at the ground. “I am sorry. I just - ”

“I know,” Bucky caught her off guard. “That castle asphyxiates you.”

Her eyes widened at how well he knew her. But she nodded in agreement.

Moon interrupted their little moment as he stood close to Y/N, pressing his large body against hers, while also being careful not to step on her feet. The horse was trying to offer the warmth of his body to her.

“See, he is worried too.” Bucky pointed out.

“Me, being your princess…” Y/N muttered softly, “Is it the only reason you care for me? Because it is your duty?”

Bucky’s eyes softened as he took Y/N in. Her hair was dripping went and somehow the overcast made the color of her irises emerge.

He reached forward and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear.

This is all they would allow themselves: subtle touches and longing stares.

Bucky wouldn’t grant himself anything else and Y/N was too scared of what she would feel if she did.

“Do you wish me to leave you?” He asked her, instead of answering her own question.

Y/N shook her head roughly. “I fear the day that you grow bored of me and return to fighting wars.”

Her eyes were filled with nothing but dread and sincerity.

But before Bucky could reply, she was mounting her horse and acting as if nothing had happened.

“The storm has passed.”

Bucky blinked rapidly, trying to process what just happened and return to his usual stoicalness. He mounted Persephone.

“Are we racing?” He failed to succeed in having a playful tone like he intended.

Y/N pulled up the hood of his cloak that she still wore. “Nay, I am in no hurry to return to the castle.”

They walked Moon and Persephone at a sluggish pace. It was as if their horses knew neither of them wanted to leave their tiny escape and return to reality.

Bucky tensed when he heard and felt the galloping of an approaching horse from beyond the hills. But the landscape hid them from view. Bucky rushed Persephone in front of Y/N. Moon reared up on his hind legs, sensing the intruder too. But Y/N calmed him enough to get him back down on all fours.

Bucky unsheathed his sword and readied himself.

But it seemed far too dramatic when Sir Samuel cantered up the hill and made his appearance.

“God almighty, Sam! You almost knocked the princess off her horse from frightening Moon like that.” Bucky scolded.

“He did not!” Y/N rejected, offended by him even considering that she could ever be thrown off a horse.

“My apologies, Your Highness.” Sam bowed his head.

He was one of the few guards that Y/N liked. Him and Bucky were dear friends, though they pretended to despise one another. Sir Samuel, Sir Clinton, Sir Scott, and Sir James Rupert were the only other guards that Bucky trusted with Y/N’s safety when he was not around. Sometimes he would send Peter, his squire, to watch over Y/N when she was stuck in court all day and Bucky was preoccupied.

“Is there a reason for your intrusion, Sam?” Bucky asked gruffly.

Sam eyes went back and forth between Y/N and him.

Bucky glanced over at Y/N to see that she wouldn’t meet his eye and she looked guilty for some reason.

Sam’s jaw tightened. “Her Highness was forbade to leave the castle today. The King sent a dozen men out to look for the two of you.”

Bucky eyed Y/N again, but she was staring into the distance.

“What on God’s name for?” Bucky urged, irritation evident in his tone.

“His Majesty did not clarify.” Sam paused, making sure to choose his next words very, very carefully. “However, I can only assume it relates to the recent arrival of a possible suitor... for Her Highness.”

Bucky stared at Y/N, shaking his head in disapproval at her act of childish defiance.

“Ride ahead, Sam. Tell the King we shall be there shortly.” Bucky ordered.

“And do feel free to also tell the ‘possible suitor’ he can leave and never come back, Sir Samuel.” Y/N added before Sam had turned his horse.

Sam didn’t bother hiding his smirk, always appreciating the princess’ feisty attitude. “I do no wish to get beheaded today, Your Highness. But I will do my best to scare him away.”

Once Sam galloped away, Bucky didn’t break his glare toward Y/N. But she ignored it.

“Was there something you forgot to inform me of, dear princess?” He hissed.

Bucky only called Y/N princess when he was upset with her.

She ignored his question and dismounted, grabbing Moon by the reins to walk him.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Bucky snapped. “Are you blind, James? I am walking Moon back to the castle.”

Bucky was angry and practically jumped from his saddle to march over to her. “You are behaving like an impudent child!” He growled at Y/N as he ripped Moon’s reigns from her hands.

“I would like to engage in what little free will I have left. Thank you very much.”

“Get back on your horse or I will throw you over my own.” Bucky warned.

“Oh, I bet father and this suitor would love seeing me spread across another man’s lap. What a great introduction!” Y/N taunted.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, “I am sure your father would not mind with how you are behaving today.”

But then the rebellious streak ended and Y/N’s eyes almost filled with tears.

“Are you really so eager to hand me off to some strange man?” Y/N whispered.

Bucky blinked as he was blindsided. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Y/N ignored his shock and ripped Moon’s reigns back before mounting again.

“All I wanted was a day alone with you,” Y/N confessed as she looked down from her steed. “I thought you would savor it as I did…not try to rid yourself of me as soon as possible.”

She kicked Moon’s side and galloped off before Bucky could find a reply.

Bucky’s heart sunk as he watched her ride further and further away from him.

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Part II  

I am very, very excited about this AU series. So let me know your thoughts ! 🙏🏻

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Journey

Word Count: 2,079 Pairing: None yet

Warnings: blame, curse words

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a while, let´s see where this will take us…

Seven years. Zeref took seven years of our lives away just like that, as if it were nothing. I had realized that when I saw how much Romeo grew and the fact that Bisca and Alzack were now married and had a child made me feel numb. I thought about how my life would´ve been if I was there, I bet I would´ve been married too or at least I would´ve had a mate, but then again, who would voluntarily mate me? It was so frustrating, all these years were gone and I suddenly felt old. It just wasn´t fair! We were on our holy ground and rudely interrupted by a dragon, we didn´t want this! We never asked seven years to pass and our family to suffer, we just wanted to live, but the only thing we were good for this day was barely surviving. It was pitiful, we had seven dragon slayers, yet were unable to do anything. I always thought we were invincible, yet we failed. I failed. I swore myself to protect my sisters, I swore it to Ma, that´s why my magic is defensive and not attacking. Sometimes I wished I had the same destructive power as Natsu, but then again it would overwhelm me. When our guild came to get us, it felt like a dream, like a bad joke. At first I didn´t believe anyone who told me seven years had passed. I just remembered that I had a date with (Y/D/N) after the S-class trials and obviously I went to the promised place after we arrived in Magnolia, but he wasn´t there, so I went to the park, where (Y/E/N) and I promised to meet. I was glum, I really hoped to mate (Y/D/N), maybe it just wasn´t meant to be or he was sick of me. I walked with my head down and finally got to the guild. It was shut down, that´s when the first suspicions crept up on me, but I decided to ignore them and went into the city instead, maybe I would meet someone who could explain what was going on. In the city I heard many things about a certain guild, who apparently was the strongest in Magnolia, I also saw the surprised looks on people´s faces when they saw me, it felt weird, we were just gone for a week or so. “(Y/N)-nee! You´re back!” I heard someone shout my name excitedly and turned around confused as someone dashed into me and hugged me. I was taken aback for a second, before I could reply. “Do I know you?” I asked in my direct manner and could finally take a look on the boy who hugged me. He was dressed like Natsu and even had the Fairy Tail guild mark in the same space as him, something about him felt familiar. I looked into his eyes and it clicked. No, it couldn´t be. “Romeo?” I asked. “I missed you!” he exclaimed and hugged me again. “You´ve grown quite a bit...” I stated, I have never felt so empty in my life, I thought about everything that could´ve been. Time stopped and everyone moved on. “I thought you were dead...” Romeo whispered. I pressed him nearer to me and cradled his head. I let my head sink into his neck and held on even tighter, before I lost it and cried into his shoulder in agony, in the middle of the city. “I´m not dead…I´m right here. I´m sorry, so sorry. I couldn´t….I just….I couldn´t protect anyone!” I cried out. “Nee-san...” Romeo looked at me pitifully, now everything made sense, it wasn´t a joke, seven years really did pass. “Where is everyone?” I asked after I calmed down a bit. Romeo explained the way to our new guild building and told me where (Y/E/N) was, I said goodbye and told him I would catch up with everyone later. Then I made my way to the park. I saw (Y/E/N) sitting under a huge tree with two other exceeds, having fun. A wide smile crept into my face and I ran towards them. We shouted each other names and hugged, I started to cry again, I was so happy to see them again. I sighed, took my heels off and sat down on the grass next to (Y/E/N).  “Man, I never would´ve thought those damn trials would take seven years, but I mean they wouldn´t have if we weren´t so rudely interrupted by Acnologia. Jackass.” I rambled. “What happened? I was worried” (Y/E/N) asked. I laughed out loud and placed my hand over my face, before falling against the tree with my legs crossed. It didn´t look elegant. “I had a date” I exclaimed, giggling. “Seven years ago” I laughed louder and couldn´t stop, it was hilarious. And frustrating. It was the worst joke ever told. (Y/E/N) frowned and placed their hand on my leg. Then I took a closer look at the companions of (Y/E/N), one was green and wore a pink hoodie, the other one was brown and wore a blue vest. “At least you weren´t alone while I was gone...” I addressed. “So, who are you?” I asked the cute nekos. “I´m Lector, this is Frosch” the brown exceed explained. “Hey, I´m (Y/N)” I waved at them and forced  a smile. “I know, you´re Sting-kun´s girlfriend” Lector stated. What? Since when did I have a boyfriend? Was that a joke? Was this cat mocking me? “Excuse me?” I chuckled. “Sting-kun always talks about you. We all thought you were dead, but he knew you weren´t. It´s actually annoying how much he talks about you. You and Natsu-kun are his heroes.” he seemed unimpressed. I still couldn´t grasp it. “Well, I´m flattered, but I´m far from being in a relationship. Like, really far. I don´t really care about love anymore” I said, I was tired of being alone, but everybody always thought I wasn´t capable of love, nobody ever wanted to be with me. I guess I didn´t deserve it, after all I didn´t achieve anything in my life. “But he told me he would marry you when he´s older” Lector was confused. So was I. “What the hell? I mean, I also always thought I was gonna marry Laxus when I´m older, but did I do that? I don´t think so...so I was a childhood crush of somebody, that´s weird. But actually pretty nice.” I reminisced. “Fro thinks so too” Frosch said and my heart fluttered, I just wanted to hug him, he was too cute for his own good. “Tell me about him, about my husband” I laughed, I was getting curious. “He´s the strongest dragon slayer in the whole world! And in the strongest guild. Sting-kun is the coolest guy I know” Lector´s eyes glistened in admiration, it was adorable. “The strongest guild?” I wondered which one it was after seven years. “Sabertooth!” Lector said proudly. “Never heard of it...what else did I miss?” I asked furthermore. “Well, those two usually hang out with Sting and Rogue, the twin dragons of Sabertooth, the strongest guild in Magnolia. Everyone forgot about Fairy Tail and we´re the lowest guild, everyone thinks you´re dead. Many things changed, and not especially for the better...But I´m glad you´re back, I missed you. Are (Y/F/S/N) and (Y/S/S/N) there too?” (Y/E/N) asked, they looked sad. “So Sabertooth is the new thing, eh? About my sisters, I think (Y/F/S/N) finally figured things out with Natsu and (Y/S/S/N) is on a date with Gajeel” I thought. “I bet Rogue wants to meet Gajeel, ne Frosch?” Lector laughed. “Fro thinks so too!” the precious exceed exclaimed merrily. “My sister will kill anyone who gets between their date, they planned this for months, but every time something got in between. But if they want to meet them so badly, I guess I could arrange that, I bet Natsu will like meeting fans. It´s still weird that people admired us...” I suggested. Frosch´s and Lector´s face lit up. “You would do that? Could you sign Sting-kun´s Weekly Sorcerer? He collected every copy in which you were!” Lector pleaded. I nodded and raised an eyebrow. “S-sure, I´m gonna arrange it somehow” I promised. We stayed in the sun a little longer and I made flower crowns for everyone, it was silly, but it calmed me down, it´s a habit I picked up for my sisters. I was finally back home. After a while (Y/E/N) asked me if I wanted to go back to the guild, but I declined. I wanted to go to our shared apartment. They agreed and we all went back home together. On the way through the cobblestone streets we ran into Natsu, Gajeel and my sisters accompanied by two other boys. I smiled and waved at them. “Hey, guys!” I greeted them. “Nee-chan!” my sisters grinned, then they saw the flower crowns and frowned. “You made flower crowns without us?” they pouted. “Don´t worry, I got you!” I had prepared more flower crowns for my sisters and for everyone who wanted one. I gave them to them and then glanced over to the other boys, one of them was staring at me dumbfounded, which made me really uncomfortable and the other one had an expression I couldn´t read. Natsu held the hand of my sister and whispered “Cute” in her ear, as she put on the flower crown and blushed. Gajeel looked annoyed by the boys and had an arm around my other sister, who placed hers around his waist. I smiled and felt a warm feeling around my heart, my sisters were happy and so was I. “So you finally confessed, eh? Took you long enough” I pointed at my stubborn sister, who admitted to confessing to Natsu. Their story was so complicated. But the love life of my sisters was magical and very cute. They both found their mates and I felt proud yet alone. “Sting-kun! Look who we met! (Y/N) said she would sign your Sorcerer copies!” Lector shouted and suddenly everyone around me looked at me, the one who looked at me weirdly before, was now turning bright red in the face. The other one just chuckled. Natsu began laughing and my sisters shook their heads in disapproval, Gajeel still looked annoyed. I bet the two boys caught them up again. “Y-you told her?!” Sting whispered towards Lector. “Didn´t you say she was your girlfriend?” he loudly asked him, who just wanted to die. I raised an eyebrow, opened my mouth to say something but then closed it again and shook my head. Silly. What were we? Ten in high school with no knowledge of love? “I´m going home” I announced and saw the faces of my sisters turn into worried expressions. “We´re coming with you!” they exclaimed and I immediately declined. “No! Don´t you dare come with me. You waited one year to go on a date, well actually you waited eight years, anyways, you´re gonna go without any interruptions and have fun. And you guys should really talk and figure things out! I want stories that make me believe in love again tomorrow.” I ordered and then grabbed Gajeel and Natsu by their collars and brought them up to my face. “You hurt my sisters, you die, understood?” I growled at them. They nodded in unison and I smiled. “Good” I let them go, I knew they all loved each other, but still, I couldn´t forgive myself if anything would happen. I sighed deeply and hugged my friends goodbye before walking home, followed by the two boys whose childhood heroes we were. It was still weird thinking about being someone´s hero. (Y/E/N) already found new friends and was staying with them, so I was alone. And lonely. “(Y/N)-nee!” Romeo dashed up to me and almost ran over the boys. “Sheesh, Romeo, calm down a bit. Natsu´s not a good influence on you...but then again, we all aren´t.” I thought. “Sorry, I just wanted to give you back your keys. When you were gone I took care of your flat. I always knew you would come back some day! I knew you wouldn´t die so easily!” he grinned and handed me over my keys. I smiled and choked back some tears, so I was still someone´s hero. People still believed in us. “It would be better if we were dead” I whispered, chuckling. Poor Romeo suffered uncertainty, if we had died, they could´ve moved on.

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Wonderbat prompt: Diana finds out she's slowly losing her immortality the longer & farther away she is from Paradise Island. She & Bruce discuss the implications for Diana and whether or not she should return home versus a possible future for them together.

“I can’t believe it’s still here.” That haunting voice found her just as it had the day they met, the way his breath crept along the bare skin of her neck however was something much newer, more tantalizing than she would have found it a year ago.

Diana could not look away from the ‘Sword of Alexander’ as it rested in its glass case, for she feared that Bruce would see her to be just as fraudulent as the artifact they had been standing next to when they spoke for the very first time. Instead, she hardened her voice when she answered him, “I can; the pride of a collector diminishes over the years, and the hubris of man takes its place.”

“I hope you don’t think of my gallery in the cave like that.” The Batman quipped at her – joked at her otherwise sullen response. She wasn’t a fool, she knew why he was trying to be sociable and create a pleasant air around them before carrying on with the conversation she had abandoned earlier that night. The gala was just as crowded as she remembered and the air was just as posh as she expected, which is why she had tried to escape from her world as a superhero and return the alias of Diana Prince, in order to find some reprieve from the calamity that intended to curse her no matter which façade she wore.

She had worn a dazzling black and blue dress that seemed to represent her battered soul.

She had driven herself to the event, taking care of herself as she always had done.

She had hoped she could sample the artifacts at the party – authentic or otherwise – and find peace in the history of worlds she had never participated in.

Regardless of her wishes, Diana wasn’t at all surprised that Bruce had found her. His detective skills made him quite the expert of hide and seek, especially with those who wished to remain hidden. So, as a kind gesture of acceptance to being discovered, Diana softly gazed over her shoulder at her partner and conceded, “Your gallery is worth more with all you have collected from your one lifetime of adventures than this gala has, all together.”

The unashamed compliment caught Bruce off-guard, for she managed to chip away at the socialite persona he was wearing rather easily. In silence did they stare each other down, Diana feeling both small and tall as she observed the proudest man she knew. Wonder Woman could be one of the strongest beings on Earth, and she would always demonstrate herself with grace as well as power, but there was something about the Batman and the man beneath all of that armour that managed to prey upon the indestructible Amazon.

Her heart was in his hands, whether he wanted it or not.

Unable to stand the silence, Diana swiveled her body and took merely two steps away from him before his hand found her arm, just as it had the last time she had tried to escape him. If only she had been successful the first time. “Bruce, not here.” Diana warned.

Without taking a moment to breathe, Bruce shot back in her ear, “Then let’s go home.”

“My apartment needs a thorough cleaning.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t think you want to visit Themyscira.”

“Don’t play games with me right now,” voice firm, grip tense, Bruce’s ability to banter was suddenly lost to him, easily replaced by his scolding nature. “You can’t just fly out of the cave because you don’t like what you’re hearing and expect me to—”

Ripping her arm away from him was child’s play due to her strength and therefore looked effortless and unproblematic to anyone nearby. The fire in her eyes, though, were clearly not to be trifled with. “How dare you. It was you who did not wish to hear me. And when I give you the space you so clearly desire, you follow me regardless. There is nothing I can do for you, Bruce. If you wish for me to accept your choice, then respect my decision to end a conversation where neither of us are willing to give in to the other.”

This time, Bruce stumbled in keeping pace with her conversationally. In all honesty, Diana did not expect herself to snap at him with little to no effort, but there was something eternally vexing about Mr. Wayne that no amount of time in his presence could cure. Bottling up her emotions as she had ever since she had learned the wretched news had done wonders to her patience and she could think of no one better than Bruce to release her fury upon.

When he seemed to recover from her tongue lashing, the bat glowered as he motioned with his now empty hand toward a doorway that was off to her right. “Perhaps we could discuss this somewhere more private?”

“I think we have discussed things as much as we possibly can. This is now my decision, Bruce, as the consequences no longer affect you—”

Diana was silenced, not by words, but by Bruce’s expression. His eyes grew wide while the rest of his face turned to stone before his heroic instincts could compel his body to move. “Everybody, RUN!” He bellowed loud enough to shatter the peaceable tone of the event. In the blink of an eye, the cold brush of a winter’s breeze ran over Diana’s skin for a reason she could not comprehend as she pulled behind an artifact stand. There was no explosion, no bullet or laser to avoid. Instead, a sickening cackle floated on the wind and sent a fierce chill down her spine.

“No…”

“Don’t cause too much of a fuss, everyone,” chided the intruder, the volume of his voice growing louder even though there were no steps to warn of his approach. As the guests of the gala scattered without reform, there was not an ounce of concern to be shown. “After all, I’m not here for any of you.”

From their crouched position behind the massive stand of ancient weaponry, Bruce tapped his ear piece almost as quickly as Barry might have. “Victor, come in. I need you to take down the security cameras here. We have a situation.”

While Batman focused on the covert angles of their operation, Diana decided to peak out of their hiding spot to assess the damage that had been done, and the perpetrator who was more than likely willing to cause more. To her momentary surprise, the wall she had been standing before just moments ago had seemingly vanished without a trace. That chilling air had flooded the party like a spilled glass of wine, spoiling the festivities. But that wasn’t the reason that Wonder Woman had gasped when she had heard that sickening laughter as the intruder let himself in. Her bright eyes scanned the room and upon finding her target, she bit out a name that she had hoped to never utter again, no matter how many years more she had to live. “Faust.”“You know this man?” Bruce inquired, but his question fell on deaf ears. Instead of satisfying his curiosity, Diana leapt to her feet and glanced down at her signature gauntlets. Ever since she had agreed to become a hero again, she had never taken them off. Fighting Faust would be a perfect example as to the benefit of always being prepared.

Stepping out from behind the display, Wonder Woman sized up her opponent while his back was turned to her. The room had indeed emptied of all other guests – Bruce’s warning and the levitating man to follow were enough motivation for the upper class party goers to flee – and therefore, there would be no causalities when they fought.

A perfect outlet for her frustrations, this night was turning out to be.

“What sort of deal did you make with Hades this time?” Elegant as always, Diana sneered at the sorcerer. His cliché cape fluttered about his body while he stood before the Sword of Alexander, fixated on it so much so that he did not even turn to look at her when she addressed him.

“Ah, Princess Diana. I was wondering where you were when I visited Themyscira.” Faust found everything funny, or so it appeared, given that he could not keep himself from chuckling for more than a moment or two.

Refusing to be baited by his cruelty, she bypassed his claim and rephrased her question, “What are you doing here?”

The old man sighed and finally decide to acknowledge her, his boredom with their interaction plain to see on his face, let alone to hear it in his tone. “Relax, child. I came here for this sword alone, the one that is said to cut through the Gordian Knot. I am trying to conduct myself much less…aggressively, I promise you. Had I known you’d be here tonight I would have rescheduled my intrusion.”

“How thoughtful of you.” Diana mockingly answered. She did not show it on her face, nor in her stance, yet she couldn’t help but wonder where Bruce had gone off to or why he had not revealed himself. She did not want to move on Faust until he had given her reason to do so; magic was not something she was unfamiliar with, but rather, something she had learned not to trifle with if at all possible.

Unaware of her hesitations, Faust waved his hand at the sword and grumbled as if he was much younger than his deal with the devil had made him. “However, you yourself must know that this sword is nothing but a fake. And now I—…must find the original.”

Ignoring the hitch in his voice, Diana warned him, “I am sure the dark forces you work with would be more than willing to assist you, wherever it is that you typical contact them from.”

“Yes, they could. Or, I am sure you could help now, couldn’t you? Yes, you Amazons know a great deal about historical artifacts. If you are here, dressed as you are, attending the event of some mortal…then you must live among men now, don’t you, princess?” The sickening way that his grin curled was just as uncomfortable to witness as Lex Luthor’s speech about Zeus had been.

“Amazons are meant to protect all of mankind—”

“But Hippolyta had forced you all to forsake that duty a few millennia ago. No” – suddenly, he teleported himself so that he was standing directly before her, with no warning of any kind – “you’ve been banished, haven’t you? Princess Diana is a princess no more.”

Again, his blatant attempt to rile her missed the mark. Instead, the curious Amazon moved to ask the most important question she could think of, “What do you want the sword for, Faust?” She knew that he could easily harm her with a handful of different spells – to disembowel her, to flay her skin, to force her brain to implode – but Faust was one of her more reasonable villains, and she suspected that they both had something the other wanted before their encounter could turn violent.

Much more gracious than she recalled him to be, the sorcerer revealed rather effortlessly, “I need it to unlock the lost library of Tsar Ivan IV Vasilyevich.” Cut and dry, he admitted to be hunting for the legendary stronghold of Ivan the Terrible’s collected and translated books. Diana knew that such a myth held great weight in the world of historical finds, given that many original philosophical scrolls and multitudes of books that had been presumably lost to the world were said to be hidden in such a mysterious place. No one had ever found its location and before her now stood a sorcerer who claimed to need such a sword in order to reveal the location of the long lost library?

“You know where such a place is—”

“Diana,” he patronized her with the way he said her name. “I provided you with a great deal of information, have I not? My background in alchemy requires that I receive equivalency of exchange.” Then, expecting his reward thusly, Faust’s eyes glazed over with a disturbing shade of indigo, gazing deep into Diana’s mind to the point that she could feel his stare piercing the inside of her skull. It felt like immaterial, boney hands were digging through her memories, searching for whatever it was that suited the needs of their caster. The location of the real sword…

A gas bomb exploded at her feet, the thick fog rising with momentum and encircling her body. A signature of her missing ally, no doubt.

Thankfully, it also disrupted Faust’s mind games; he lost contact with her memories and violently ripped himself out of her head. Diana gritted her teeth through the inexplicable pain so as not to give the wicked man the satisfaction of harming her. She knew that the disruption wouldn’t be a great hindrance to the man, so Diana utilized her Hermes-inspired speed and galloped backwards until she was nearly on the edge of where the missing wall was supposed to be. A chorus of police sirens alerted her of incoming reinforcements, but she knew that this matter was not meant for ‘mortals’, as the sorcerer had referred to them.

However, it seemed as though there would be nothing for the police to do upon their arrival, for through the fog came a rather insidious voice. “Well now, that was our least dramatic interaction, I’d say. Let’s agree to make this the positive end to our tumultuous relationship, shall we?” And just like that, the man who made it his goal to ruin the night of hundreds of people came and went in the matter of minutes. The wall that was not reassembled upon Faust’s departure was the only true grievance of the random and unwanted encounter.

“Diana!” Bruce called to her while he ran through the remnants of the fog he had created. His silhouette looked much more intimidating than she knew the unmasked man to be, and a devilish part of her – that unapologetic heart of hers – welcomed his incoming presence greatly after what she had just endured. They were alone as the heavy dissipated, much to the Batman’s evident disappointment; scowling while he scanned the empty showcase of a room, he made is natural instincts appear so effortless, all while forgetting how miserable he looked when he was working.

How headstrong and surprisingly blinded he could be.

“The police are coming, and I imagine that all of the guests are scattered across the property—”

Before Diana could finish her own assessment of their predicament, the ruthless, blunt, questionably cruel Batman blurted out, “You need to fly us out of here. It’s the only way we can avoid being connected to this.”

The truth of his words were immediately overridden by the awkward and instant reminder of the very conversation they had had earlier that night, the one that made her exit the BatCave in a huff and attend such a stuffy event, the very one that forced him to hunt her down. The tension between them returned to the very intensity she had escaped of her own volition, yet she was immersed in it once again mere hours later due to the selfish unpredictability of the bat.

Her frown was deep and somehow transparent. Diana stood her ground, taking a powerful Amazonian-like stance, as the stress of the evening and the headache in her mind propelled her forward. Knowing their entire escape operation rested on her shoulders gave her the confidence to bite out, “Had you succeeded in sending me away tonight, you would have lost your means of escape.”

Beneath his heavy brow, Bruce’s eyes burned into hers like the very hellfire that her people protected Man’s World from. “I am not sending you away.”

“You brought me into your world – you made me into a hero again!”

“I know that. But had I known that your immortality would be put at risk in all of this, I wouldn’t have—”

She couldn’t barely stand before him without her anger causing her skin to tingle, let alone listening to him finish that sentence. “Wouldn’t have, what? Lived through our battle with Doomsday?”“Diana—”

“Used my abilities to help you build your Justice League?”

“Amanda Waller can’t know that we were here!”

“Allowed yourself to fall in love with a dying woman?”

It looked as if she had punched him with all of her goddess-esqe might, the way Bruce Wayne’s stomach looked as if it recoiled beneath his fancy, expensive, upper class suit. The respect she held for the man she had been romantically involved with for months – pining for unbeknownst to either of them for much longer – was no longer a barricade to shield him from the animosity she housed within her. If her encounter with Faust had taught her anything, it was that she had no genuine reason to desert her chaotically assembled family; they were the people who she had found and built a comradery with all on her own, for the first time in one hundred years.

How dare the man who claimed to love her expect her to leave this life of hers behind.

She had half a mind to leave him behind, as her astute sense of hearing immediately noticed the incoming parade of heavy feet, charging towards the very room they were having their stand-off in. But Diana was a hero, as she so easily accused him of forcing her into the role. Approaching him and grabbing hold of his waist easily enough, she braced her feet before shooting sky high. Her raised fist easily shattered a skylight she had spotted and she took off all too quickly for anyone on the ground to notice. The sturdy body she had pressed against her own was distracting in every sense of the word, only her ingrained responsibility as a trained warrior granting her focus while she tried to find a safe space to land.

And she did, on top of the Daily Planet building.

Upon releasing him from her grasp, Bruce reached for his face with both hands and scrubbed it with great frustration. He paced a few steps away from her and said not a word about the neutral territory in which she wished to conduct the rest of their conversation. Diana felt as though she was observing one of the many beasts that lived on Themyscira, the ferocious felines that she used to stalk and prey upon in the hopes of a different sort of challenge when the battle arena with her sisters had bored her once again; from left to right, Bruce skulked in each direction exactly twelve steps at a time, claiming a great deal of the rooftop for himself.

He also chose to claim the first word of their continuation, as he snapped at her, channelling the befuddled emotions that were buzzing between them. “How can you expect me to turn a blind eye to this? Huh? When your mother sends word to me about you losing your immortality the longer you are away from your home, how am I—”

Diana tossed her hand in front of her with the intent of dashing his mistake. “Themyscira is not my only home anymore!”

“Your apartment in Washington and the Manor aren’t tied to whether or not you can survive another battle like Doomsday’s!” A few of his once tidy strands of hair fell almost cautiously over his forehead. A jerk reaction, a tense hand shot upward in order to brush them away and it was almost as though he placed his CEO mask on in the process. “Whether or not you return to Themyscira, it won’t detract from the immeasurable value you’ve had in constructing the League.”

In that instant, the wind that had been taunting her at the party found her on that battlefield of a rooftop and rushed over her, almost as if it was trying to side with Bruce and blow her away. Nevertheless, it was the cruel dismissal in his words that stole the air from her lungs. “This isn’t about holding onto my mantle as a co-founder of the Justice League. Do not stand there and lie to me, avoiding the true issue we should be discussing right now.”

“The issue is whether or not I allow you to use the League as an excuse to die a warrior’s death!”

Allow?

Excuse?

A warrior’s death?

“Hera, give me strength!” The cry from her mouth was pleading, desperate and enraged before she stepped towards the man she had somehow managed to love as she threatened, “If I had my lasso, I wouldn’t be at all hesitant in using it on you!”

“You’d need to use it on yourself, first! Do not lie to me and pretend that losing your immortality isn’t something that scares you, Diana! Fight me up here, threaten to use your mythological arsenal on me, but don’t lie to me, either.” His voice was loud, forceful, all while tempered. It was the way he spoke to his villains when they were gifted one last chance to listen to reason, before he threw them into a cell at Arkham Asylum. The empathy he had scarcely shown her was no more and it provided a great deal of relief to the impatient Wonder Woman.

However, there was another part of her – one that had been cruelly uncovered by his proclamation – that was not at all pleased to see this side of him.

Never one to stagger, she stood her ground. She knew that the silence was a sign of weakness, of a partial forfeit, yet there were no words waiting on her once lashing tongue. She had been so intent on pushing her disgruntled feelings onto Bruce and his immediate favour to send her back to Themyscira that she had not given herself the opportunity to process her own emotions in regard to the prospect of…dying.

Of losing some of her invincibility.

Of saying goodbye to a portion of her strength that had allowed her to help a young Steve Trevor and the Allies, that gifted her the chance to play a major role in creating Man’s World’s greatest form of defence against evil.

Of joining her long-lost friends and soldiers in the ground, where they were laid to rest when their mortality stole them from this world.

Once more did the breeze whip her all over her body, despite the numbness inside of her that could not be ruled by such vicious treatment. She had been exposed to death her entire life – Diana’s people guarded the door to Hades’ realm, where all the world’s departed spent eternity – but to have the possibility of it claiming her when she least expected, while powerless and…no longer wondrous, was something that she could not bear to imagine.

“I” – a deep breath was required before carrying their conversation onward – “did not lie to you. I never once denied how frightening death can be.”

A guarded expression was Bruce’s answer to her personal assessment, a silent testament to his understanding of her words.

Placing a hand over her heart, Diana closed her eyes and tried to regain the stability she so typically housed within herself. Fear could be crippling if she allowed it to possess her, especially when the trauma of the first World War had haunted her all of these years and could still wake her in the middle of the night whenever it chose to rear its ugly head within her mind.

Her mind…

Faust had invaded her mind, looking for information that would help locate Ivan the Terrible’s missing library.

Instantly, her innate need to help, to hunt, to discover welled up inside of her and toppled the twisted knot of horror inside of her, cutting through it much faster than that infamous Sword of Alexander could have hoped to cut the Gordian Knot.

Diana fixed an awaiting Bruce with her brown-eyed stare and decreed, “But I will never return to Themyscira, and I think you know this. I have spent the last one hundred years wandering from place to place, pointlessly existing with these powers of mine, homeless since I left my people and entered into Man’s World. My immortality was not something I earned or forged – it was gifted to me, and I have used it to accomplish many great things.

“I stole my girdle and my sword to do what I felt was right. It is the same with you, Bruce, with your bat suits and your gadgets and your nightly patrols of your city: I cannot imagine ever doing anything else with my life, and I will continue doing what it is I was born to do until the day I die, just as I imagine you plan to do, too.”

This time, when her words attempted to impale him, Bruce Wayne looked as if he was ready to hiss at her in yet another protest. Unwilling to be denied any further, she sauntered over to her sullen partner, her hopefully permanent lover, and squared off against him face to face. Towering over him ever so slightly, she had to do her best not to smile victoriously despite the power play she had made in approaching him.

Taking a moment to pause, Bruce puffed his chest with a heavy inhalation of breath. “Fighting alongside an immortal goddess is less life-threatening than being with a mortal Amazon.” As true as his words may be, the implication that he intended to be with her still, that he knew he had lost, meant the world to Diana in that one blissful moment.

Then, the Batman whispered to her such tender words that she nearly missed on the wind, “Watching you die would have an…extreme impact on my mortality, as well.” Finally, after all of their heated words and avoidance of the main issue, the root of the matter was brought into play. It was a secret admission which possessed so much of Bruce’s own internalised terror in one short remark that it reverberated within Diana’s powerful body just as fiercely as her own worries had. In a very connective and yet inappropriate gesture, she couldn’t help but smile to finally hear the words that she had courageously been hoping to hear ever since her mother’s words somehow found the BatCave.

“Then shall we go home?” Diana teased him quite openly. The insufferable weight of their bought had been laid to rest at their feet, and Wonder Woman was ready to take to the skies if it meant that they could resume their once peaceful private life, amongst the fury of their alter egos. Eagerly did she hold out her hand to him, choosing to be much gentler this time as she prepared to escort him back to the manor.

“You know, you were right, princess.” As if he hadn’t heard her question or seen her outstretched hand, Bruce reverted to a more common façade and appeared to be much more like the public version of himself; he wore a smile that tipped up in only one corner of his lips, just as he had grinned at her when she had poked fun at his boyish behaviour with Luthor’s hard drive.

“What about?” She felt it was appropriate to ask.

Reaching for her hand and allowing himself to be carted home by her metahuman ability to fly, the typically guarded dark knight gifted his partner, his lover with a rare compliment as he referred back to their very first conversation and said, “I don’t think I ever have or ever will know a woman like you.”

As she secured him against her hip, the lapping winds urging her to take flight, Diana’s full lips couldn’t keep from smiling as she ordered, “Hold onto me tightly.” And those words were meant to hold true for a great deal longer than their mere flight home.

((A/N: Aha! Did you think I forgot my promise already? Nay! I have been slaving over this one since Tuesday and I just needed it to feel like a full story before posting it, so it took more time than expected. Yes, they returned to the very spot where they spoke for the first time in Batman V Superman~ Aren’t I romantic? I feel as though I have touched on the issue of Diana losing her immortality in another story, but this one allowed them to have it out without it feeling inevitable, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and feel free to prompt me whenever you’d like! ~ Maiden

P.S. 4,686 words, yo!))