#catoru welcome back

[goatyuuji]

He is so kitty cat coded

[oceaneyesinla]

This was written in the span of about 2 hours, after I saw this video and HAD to make it about Satoru and his little girl. The idea was too cute for me to ignore! The adventures of Gojo Catoru and his darling daughter might continue, because I loved writing this so much

Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Enjoy!

You just barely bit back a coo at the sight greeting you in your little one's room. She was fast asleep in the fancy crib Satoru insisted she needed, white hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Right next to her, a giant cat, with fur the same colour as her hair. His back was pressed against the length of hers, and you could feel your smile tugging almost painfully at your cheeks. The two biggest loves of your life, safe and sound in your shared home.

See, the cat just so happened to be your dear husband. Satoru had suffered an … incident on a recent mission and that meant that for the moment, you had a giant fluffball where your husband was supposed to be. He made for a beautiful cat - soft, white fur and those same blue eyes you had been staring into since your school days. However, the energy of Gojo Satoru and the energy of the average cat were things that never should have been combined. He was getting far too much joy out of bothering the students, and you couldn’t count the number of times they had brought his fluffy butt back to you over the last few days, thrusting him into your arms and scowling at the pleased expression they just knew he would be wearing.

You were privy to something they weren’t, though. Satoru was struggling. As much as he loved being a menace to the kids, he also loved watching out for them. You had been taking them out for their missions and every time you left the school, you could feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t something the great Gojo Satoru was used to; watching the people he cherished most walk into danger while he could do nothing but wait and pray for their safe return.

The worst part of all this, and the thing you knew was bothering him most was your daughter. She was his mini me, and she was getting to the age where she began to notice if one of you were absent. The first day you came home down one husband and up one cat, your little one had waddled around the entire house, Satoru shadowing her every step of the way. She ended up back at your feet, staring up at you with teary blue eyes, “Daddy?”

Even in cat form, you swore you could see Satoru’s heart breaking. All you could do was crouch down and cradle her against your chest, quickly spinning a tale that Daddy was away for work. It wasn’t like you could explain to a toddler that Daddy was actually now a cat for an undetermined amount of time, until Auntie Shoko figured out how to fix him or the effect wore off. She was smart like her daddy, but she was still just a little girl.

“Daddy call?” The building tears began to fall when you shook your head and she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Even when Satoru was working, he was just a phone call away. One particularly memorable video call had you scolding him as he dodged blasts of cursed energy, pulling faces to make your then infant daughter smile.

You looked between your sniffling daughter and Satoru, who managed to look despondent even in cat form, and a little idea formed, “Look at me, baby.” It was adorable, the way both sets of blue turned your way, looking at you as if you had the answers to the most complex questions of the universe, “Daddy had to go away for a little while, but that’s why he left Catoru for you!” You gestured to Satoru, “He’ll keep you company while Daddy isn’t here, okay?”

“Ca-to-ru?” She sounded out the syllables of the name you had pulled out of thin air, and you smiled as her expression brightened, little fingers reaching out to pet white fluff. Satoru seemed happier too and once your daughter had toddled off to get her favourite plushie to introduce to her new friend, he climbed into the spot she had just vacated, pressing as close as he could get and butting his head into your chin.

That little white lie was what led to the current situation. Since that day, your daughter and her new cat/father had been attached at the hip. Wherever one went, the other wasn’t far behind. Of course, there were still occasional tears, when all your daughter wanted was a hug from Daddy and she couldn’t understand that he was right there, shoving himself into her hold and letting her tears wet his fur.

You let yourself enjoy the moment, glad that your daughter was resting peacefully. It had been a bad day; with her missing her daddy and you missing your husband. Really, you should wake her if you wanted her to sleep later, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you decided to just move her into the pack and play in the sitting room. It would satisfy your selfish urge to keep her close, and it would mean you could keep an eye on her in case she woke up still upset.

With practised ease, you lifted her up into your arms, cradling her to your body and moving through the house, gently laying her out in the pack and play before making sure her favourite plushie (a gift from her daddy) was tucked into her arms. Pressing a kiss to her head, you pulled away and turned to carry on with your day. You were expecting empty space but instead you were met with one fluffy cat, staring at you with a level of betrayal you didn’t think was possible for a cat to express. You just knew that if he was human, he would be pouting.

“What is it?” You spoke softly, not wanting to wake your daughter. Satoru ignored you, pointedly looking away from you before hopping up and over the side of the pack and play, making himself comfortable.

Oh. He was upset you took away his cuddle buddy. With a barely hidden smile, you reached out to rub his head in apology but your hand was batted away. He wiggled closer to your daughter, staring up at you accusingly.

“I’m not moving her again, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes - at least his flair for dramatics was still intact. As you watched, your daughter rolled over, releasing her plushie in favour of grabbing hold of Satoru, snuggling into his warm fur. As quietly as you could, you pulled your phone out and took a few pictures. Yeah, this was difficult and you missed Satoru and you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in your husband’s arms, but this would make for a hell of a story for your daughter when she was older. Besides, this had inspired you. Maybe once Satoru was back to normal, it would be time to get a family pet.

[tender-rosiey]

welcome back | gojo satoru x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: guess who’s back— back again; ahem, HI THERE AND I MISSED YOU ALL, please accept this humble gojo work because this man can take everything I have and I would give him my kidneys

gojo never begged, maybe only once, just once. he very rarely felt vulnerable either, and even despite the rarity, he despised the feeling with all his being. thankfully now, he had you to make him understand that it’s fine; he still hates it but at least he has you by his side.

but he jinxed himself, as this morning, he had woken up without you there for him to cuddle to death because, as he read from the note you left, there is a mission you were needed for but would be back the same day.

he pouted, wish he could’ve spent the morning with you at least; nonetheless, he got up and got ready for his school day as a teacher in the jujutsu tech. hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, he felt himself getting rather lonely and impatient, despite being surrounded by all his students and fellow jujutsu sorcerers. he pulled through the day expecting to see you in your shared house at night, but the elders had other plans.

your mission was extended to 5 days, he found out. with every part of him, gojo cursed profanities at the elders in his mind; now, what the hell is he going until you are back? nothing has been happening lately that deserved his attention or effort.

he sighed dramatically before dipping a bit in the bathtub and playing with that rubber cat you got for him. you even put glasses like his own in it, and oh god— look at him remembering you through everything. what a long 5 days these will be.

if someone had to see him this way, they would surely laugh to their heart’s content at how pathetic the great gojo satoru is being. “i wonder—wait no.” he pondered before deciding to talk to particularly no one but himself “in today’s talk show, we will talk about me being the strongest and the best sorcerer to ever exist! not to mention, that i, effortlessly, am the best husband too!” i must be going crazy, he thought.

if rubber cats can talk, then the cat in the water would join him. catoru was quite the lovely and chaotic rubber cat, after all.

gojo dragged his feet to the bed before slamming himself on it, miraculously not breaking it. his mind drifted to thoughts filled of you: like how, despite his absence sometimes, you still make it seem like nothing happened and pamper him the same, how he had to be the taste tester for that one meal you wanted to make for the students and while the first trial of it wasn’t exactly the best, but he never said that, only thing said being: “oh, this is great! i prefer sweet things more though; how about we add that?”

after some reminiscing, he slowly closed his eyes and succumbed to the drowsiness and boredom. and so the cycle of the 5 days begins: he wakes up, thinks about you until he gets to school, trains his students and joke around, annoy everyone, especially nanami, and exorcise some curses then sleep and repeat. it was getting on his nerves, to be frank; gojo hated routines.

despite him pulling through days like these, when he is the one on a mission, easily, he is struggling quite a bit right now. however, he will soon see you. at least, that’s what he told himself while also having prepared a ton of pranks in advance. it’s the end of the 4th day and gojo is laying on your shared bed, groaning dramatically and flipping and tossing around. what a bore, it was so lame without you—

okay but maybe he can go check up on nanami. “nanamin! i have come to grace you with my presence!” said blonde male sighed at the sight that teleported in front of him “how unfortunate, i was about to eat my favorite bread too.” gojo flapped his hands around and started opening about a million subjects at the same time “so yeah, that’s why children are born from coconut trees and not pelicans.” another long sigh is delivered “you lie more than you breathe, don’t you?” “it helps with global warming and evens out the carbon dioxide.”

a barely noticeable eye roll is done by nanami before he speaks up “aren’t you supposed to be with y/n, right now?” gojo pouted once again for the millionth time this week and nanami can’t help the sigh that escapes him once again “so they are on a mission, and you, because of your boredom, chose to bother me?” gojo laughs before patting nanami’s back “not bother! more like entertain! aaaaanyways i have to get ready so i can welcome them with open arms, byeeeee!”

after gojo leaves, nanami can’t help but wonder: how the fuck do you deal with this man on daily bases? guess he will never know, now time for that casse-croute.

left to nothing but himself, gojo stares at ceiling and continuously making random noises with his mouth like farts and what so. weren’t you supposed to be back? (well, hate to break it to you satoru but y/n can’t be back at 12am exactly) after getting bored of the already boring ceiling, he got his phone out and started looking at pictures of you for god knows how long. however after that,a sigh, after a long wait escapes his lip “won’t you please just come home already?”

“you look lonely, what’s up?” “oh no nothing, just waiting for my spouse who left me for a mission and clearly isn’t peppering me with kisses like they are supposed to.” your laughter echoed through the room that was once filled with deafening silence before you wrapped your arms around him “i am home, you big baby.” soon, he returned the gesture and a murmur of his own “welcome back.”

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[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

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limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

oneshots

oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨