#except to suguru

[arminsumi]

[gojosbf]

read somewhere "jujutsu kaisen is just a story of people desperately trying to make the world a better place for their loved ones and failing miserably" and oh boy do i fucking agree with this

[y4zurulvr]

never ask a queer person what happened to their white and black coded ship

[baeglbites]

Am I Bonita?? ✨✨

[lotus-pear]

satosugu <33

[rorja]

tw. mention of blood and scars, change of pov. not proofread.

gladiator!suguru geto is a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. as long as a life was lost in the magnificent, arched walls of the colosseum, he would never stop. because gladiator!suguru didn't fight for the freedom the emperor could grant him— no, he did so to avenge all the people he called family between the shared dirty corners of that imprisonment.

gladiator!suguru doesn't belong in the arena, and it's a thought that has been plaguing your mind ever since you attended his first game. you can clearly picture it, with the finest silks and gold ornaments on his arms; where a spatha would lose all the meanings men would sang about, belonging less and less to his hands than any scroll would, even in such moments where human emotions prevailed over his reason.

and yet, gladiator!suguru seems to lead a dance only he can hear the sweet sound of. his opponents are quick, strong, muscles all flexed but it's noticeable how they lack in wits. and so, his weapon becomes a melodious lyre telling the gut wrenching tales of all those who got lost in front of his eyes. tales of far away lands he fervently wishes to return to. not under the scorching sun that favors the capital, not the endlessly thundering of his name every time his feet blessed the sand of the colosseum— but the home he was forced to leave behind.

but a starved one could not quell its ceaseless hunger for revenge, for he was no god. and so, how much longer could he last before meeting his ultimate defeat? the silent worry clinging to your question found its answer in the gladius of his enemy. the cheering abruptly ended when gladiator!suguru got brought down to his knees, the blade of his opponent sinking deeper in his thigh. you were quick to react, standing up like the many men and women gasping and praying on the benches made out stone. and your heart sunk perhaps lower than that blade as your eyes eventually caught only a glimpse of that fury residing deep in the gladiator's chest.

it was a blur. you really had no memories of how you happened to be walking the deserted hallways where the gladiators jails were dig in hard stone, with water leaking through the cracks after the twentieth spectacle still going that week. but as hilarious as it could get, you knew each turn of that nearest hell like it was engraved in the palm of your hand. gladiator!suguru's jail came into view soon after and you felt your heart leap in your ribcage. of the wound suffered a week ago, only a scar was what remained. adorning his thigh with yet another triumph.

his muscles stiffened, sweat and dried blood carefully washed away by the cloth held tightly in your hand. a shiver found path from his exposed neckline to the bare signs of survival on his back and beyond. gladiator!suguru knew the effect he had on you, he could sense it amidst the religious silence that accompanied your gentle actions: how your fingers occasionally trembled when touching his skin by mistake, how your eyes lingered on him when you thought he was not looking, how your cheeks would grow red when damping the cloth on the provided basin. he wondered.

how long until your absence got noticed? you were a noble man's precious daughter after all, yet to be married and with a future as one of rome's well-known domina. often gladiator!suguru had wondered why. why would you get down the prisons he was held in like a rabid dog and waste your time on him? and at the very beginning he was tense and wary, wondering if you sought nothing else than a sick, twisted sense of entertainment in treating him this way. but your emotions were sincere, he quickly discovered, and your care honest unlike the men that mended his broken skin just to throw him to that hell once again.

gladiator!suguru was a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. and yet there were moments where his fury would subdue, the screams in his head becoming whispers easier to silence. your hands were a balm over the many burning scars adorning his vulnerable skin, and for a second he felt something akin to relief in seeing his hands clean from the blood he had to spill. you kneeled in front of him once again, his eyes now following closely every movement, unmoving, even when you wasted your kisses on his brightly reddened knuckles.

"you did good" another kiss, "you made me proud once again".

[lovebeatriceplz]

PLEASE GEGE GIVE HIM BACKKKKK. The way i found out was so gut wrenching too cs i don't even read the manga ughh😔

[oldmama]

This is so bittersweet.

Happy birthday 💙🩵

[3-aem]

Honestly I don’t follow jjk anymore. But last I heard was that gojo apparently described death as a relief and release. Why would it be a happy ending for a person who clearly saw his own existence as a prison back to life? Unless curses were eradicated and Gojo no longer had to use his abilities to protect people or raise the next generation of sorcerers I’d just be like “this guy doesn’t wanna be here :/“ Idk, maybe I’m being too pessimistic about this whole thing. Or maybe there’s new information about Gojo’s perspective in chapters after where I dropped off.

Also, beautiful work as always. Your stuff is stunning!

well i honestly dont care if that were true bc gojo isn’t real but my feelings about him are.

also im pretty sure he didnt say anything like that just: well at least i didn’t die an old fart.

which is a very gojo thing to say about the situation.

tbh i genuinely dont think gojo saw his life as a prison, he was just pissed at the way jujutsu society operated and this makes sense considering how it drove suguru off a cliff and then essentially forced him to end the mans life a decade later.

also perhaps the way he Couldn’t (i mean physically he very much always could) just eliminate the brass. This is ofc exactly what he does later but the idea is he felt he shouldn’t because it would really screw things up™️

did everyone use him as kinda a tool, um ya likely they did. he is the strongest they’re gonna rely on him for a lot. but i kinda don’t like this idea that No one cared for him because they very evidently did. he’s just really annoying and no one should tell him that on principle or something idk.

thats my ted yap 💕

[mania-sama]

"Maybe in another universe, you don't abandon me for a new ideal after someone close to you dies..."

The other universe:

... "Now that I think of it, there were moments when our hearts reached out to each other."

[ultfreakme]

They could've been the best mother-son duo like (after Nagi-Junpei of course).

Neither of them will get better, in fact Junpei will be 100 times worse and will still die.

But imagine if Geto somehow lived through JJK0, kept the cult running, and Junpei joined him(I love my son but he's the perfect target for a cult). It's the battle of the exes between Gojo and Geto with their sopping wet cat sons they picked up off the streets(who are also into each other)

[yutamayo]

TAG YOURSELF IM

gag reflex practice & extra gag reflex practice

skilled hands & unskilled hands

slutty waist & cute elbows

beauty mark & beautiful boy

Bonus:

"You don't need anymore practice, I've told you a million times..."

[paintedpatroclus]

gojo: we should start a podcast 😍

(this screenshot is from the sad boyz podcast!)

[honibiuart]

a silly little thought about men who probably shouldn't be raising children without supervision lmao click on photos for better quality !! please don't repost anywhere :(

[marichild]

every time I listen to rewrite the stars I feel the urge to write a satosugu fix it ... I mean I have one. in my head. but I haven't written it because I'm like...how willing am I to write a fic that ignores canon to THAT level i.e. the part where kenjaku had his eye on suguru literally the moment he entered the jujutsu world, the fact that he didn't even need suguru's body to curse tsumiki and the others who fell into a coma, etc. hahaa

answer is really tempted but unsure

[envy-of-the-apple]

yes....hello..u may call me sugugagger anon (lmfao) but i just wanted to drop by and tell u how much I ADORE your fics and they're what gave me the spark to write jjk fanfic at all. i feel like u and i are on the same wavelength on a lot of stuff (my delulu self liiiives for geto / non sorcerer reader ok). i also really love your gojo fics, particularly the monster you know because i LIVE for creepy satoru sm. like. heck.

i would love to hear more about any aftermath ideas you might have had for your fic exceptions, which is one of the first fics i read in the jjk fandom!! i'm way too hella shy to come off anon but just know your writing is *chef's kiss*

ahhhhh I’m so glad you liked exception!!! It’s one of my favorite fics that I’ve ever worked on.I feel like I typically make my mcs non sorcerers. Just regular people living regular lives. I’m not a big fan of sorcerer MCs. With very few exceptions, most of my MCs are damsels in distress. soooo for that fic the mc gets pretty much threatened into being Suguru-chans precious house pet!!! I feel like since the mc meet Suguru pre-him losing his mind….the mc feels a bit of sympathy that turned into slight stolkholm syndrome. Not exactly romantic love, but more like pity-fear that keeps the mc in line. Eventually the mc would accept that you’re nothing more than a cult leaders pretty trophy wife and he’s pretty well off so it’s not all that bad…

at least nanako and himiko are happy. Despite your fear of Suguru… the girls make things a tiny bit more bearable. Also you won’t be expected to turn into Suguru’s breed-mare or anything mostly cuz he’s already a happy dad of two and also….a part of him is somewhat worried that any kids he has with you might turn out to be non-sorcerers. He might love you but you are the ONLY exception. Any potential kids, that are non-sorcerers, he won’t rlly tolerate.