#i needed this after the mess gege caused today

[nanamikentoseyebags]

I know i'm home

for everyone the scars on his body showed that for all his immense power, he was still human. for him they were an agonizing reminder that he would never let it happen again.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

content: just his little inner satoru finally finds peace, warmth and home, hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: i've been thinking a whole lot about little satoru lately, here's the result of my reflections lol, hope you enjoy <3

The quiet, velvety night slowly descended to the earth, spreading out an endless blanket of dark sky, sprinkled with a myriad of shimmering stars, inviting the full pale moon to slumber upon it until daybreak. A light summer breeze penetrated into your shared bedroom through the slightly open window, filling every corner of it with a pleasant freshness while gently, as if by the hand of a lover, brushing the loose strands away from your face. The barely audible murmur of the leaves, intertwined with the lulling buzzing of night insects and the occasional trill of birds, produced melodies that any composer would have envied. You stood there barefoot, in his oversized T-shirt that reached your knees, leaning your arms on the windowsill and curiously observing the nature, engulfed in a captivity of a tranquil slumber. It was miraculous how, in this hectic and violent world, there were still such peaceful nights, reserved for the two of you.

You pulled away from the window, gently adjusting the thin floral curtain he'd hung so eagerly, almost on the verge of falling, a few days ago. Listening to the tinkling sound of running water, you tiptoed toward the bathroom, the door of which was slightly ajar. The moments of simple domestic intimacy were so rare yet so precious that his five-minute absence felt like hours of unbearable torture, while the desire to peek through that little gap and catch a glimpse of the dearest silhouette grew with each passing second. You reached the door gingerly, and, squinting slightly in hopes that you wouldn't make a loud noise, you pulled it toward you, widening the viewing angle and quietly peeking in.

Your face met the pleasant warm humidity. The lamps glimmered brightly, illuminating the white tiled walls, little pearl-like droplets still dripping down as if chasing one another in an unspoken game. Satoru was standing with his back turned to you, exposing his broad shoulders and strong back with his birthmarks scattered all across it as if he was a canvas and they were the drops of paint, placed there by the hand of a great master. His snow-white hair, sparkling in the light, shimmered in an array of colors, creating a subtle glow all around him. The misted surface of the mirror revealed the imprints of his large palm, which had rid of the unwanted shroud a few minutes ago, giving him a glimpse of his reflection. His left hand rested on the edge of the basin while the other firmly gripped the razor, moving expertly across his porcelain, now covered in a layer of shaving foam, skin.

Satoru remained concentrated, turning his head deftly and delicately wielding his razor blade. His celestial blue eyes were fixed on his own reflection, while his thoughts were elsewhere. Surrounded by an unusual silence, punctuated only by the gentle whisper of flowing water, he still heard far more than any human ear could. For Satoru, the quietest night, so silent and soundless to everyone, turned into a cacophony of noisy daytime sounds.

He diligently tried to keep the annoying thoughts and noises away from him, striving to mentally return to the pleasant moments of complete tranquility with you. He put all the unnecessary shaving items into the cabinet and bent down, rinsing off the rest of the foam and sending it down the drain along with his dark thoughts. Then he straightened, taking a quick glance at his face reflected in the smooth surface of the mirror and reached for the towel, as his gaze, surprisingly even for him, lingered a little longer on the scar, hidden behind the damp snowy strands that fell on his forehead, and then slowly moved to his neck, eyes flickering worryingly under the blinding light of the bright lamps. He cautiously, as if he were afraid of himself, brought his hand to his neck, tracing the damaged skin with his fingertips and swallowing heavily. He reluctantly lowered his gaze to his chest, staring with revulsion at the vertical scar that so distinctly marked his pale skin.

He shook his head a few times, as if driving away the ghosts of his past, and nestled his head into the soft cloth of the terry towel, gently removing the residue of water from his face. Finally, he lifted his head and flinched slightly, meeting your gaze in the reflection.

"Spying on me?" he immediately turned around, in a moment replacing his startled grimace with his usual wide grin.

"Me? Never," you smiled sheepishly, not expecting to be caught red-handed, and opened the door wider, taking a couple of timid steps in his direction.

"I thought you were already in bed, you little liar," Satoru smirked boyishly, holding out his arms and inviting you into his warm embrace.

"I couldn't sleep without you, so I thought I'd see what you were doing here without me," you teased, wrapping your arms around his strong body and gently stroking his back.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, nothing to make you feel neglected," he joked, sounding as confident as possible, but his eyes brimmed with all the colors of unrestrained sadness.

You slapped his back playfully, bursting into hearty laughter and burying your nose into his naked chest. His strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you even tighter against him as his lips left a light kiss on your head. Your palm slowly caressed his silky skin, tracing intricate patterns with your fingertips, feeling the hundreds of goosebumps running all over his body. You smiled, your index finger now drawing a small heart just where his heart was beating beneath it. Satoru shook his head, laughing softly and rolling his eyes, "You're so cheesy," but you could still feel his slender, long fingers leaving little hearts on every millimeter of your skin for several minutes now. You smiled blissfully, allowing yourself to melt into his tender embrace, forgetting time and plans, feeling only the comfort of his warmth enveloping you from head to toe and his heart beating right under your cheek.

You gently touched his deep scar, like a scorched mark resting on his flawless, soft-white skin. Satoru's breath hitched as he shuddered at the sudden sensation.

"Does it hurt?" a soft whisper, coming from your lips and fanning his chest with your hot breath, reached his ears.

"Of course not, silly, it has long since healed," he looked at you perplexedly, his eyebrows drawn into a thin line.

"No, does it hurt?" you stressed the last word, lifting your head and gazing into his wide-open hypnotic orbits, hoping that he would understand what you implied in that question.

His lips quivered, and his eyes flickered frantically over your face, trying to figure out if he should voice what had been languishing inside for so long. Small but obvious wrinkles appeared on his forehead, giving his face an even more baffled expression.

"Yeah...' he forcefully uttered the answer that was stuck in his throat, 'sometimes I feel his knife going through me all over again…,' his hand slowly covered yours, stroking your knuckles.

"Right...," you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing his hand lightly, in hopes of showing that you could understand him.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a kid again and I relive all this stuff over and over again, isn't that silly?" he chuckled sadly, hiding his eyes, in which you could notice snippets of the suffering he had seen throughout his life. It seemed as if, as he uttered these words, he indeed turned into a little boy, only the mischievous smile that everyone around him was so used to seeing had now faded, and his eyes no longer burned with such a vibrant light.

"It's not stupid at all," you lovingly brushed his hair away from his forehead, gently stroking his cheekbone, "I wish I was there to protect you from everything," you admitted sincerely.

"You know I would have done anything to prevent that," Satoru gently took your hand, leaving an appreciative kiss on your palm.

You nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him, just hugged him a little tighter, while gently caressing his tense back muscles. You knew how hard he was trying not to reveal his true emotions to you, to keep cool, but it was his hands that were nervously rubbing the fabric of yours, or rather his T-shirt, and the ragged breathing that caused his chest heave so anxiously that made it all abundantly clear.

"I often wonder what that little boy I once used to be would have said to me after knowing how much pain and death those eyes had seen, what he would have thought when he saw that with every step I took there were bloody footprints on the ground, stretching endlessly behind me, how he would have felt when he noticed those scars, evidence that I had let it happen to him" he continued after a pause, burying his nose in your hair.

"He would have been proud of you," you uttered quietly, "after finding out what you had learned and what else those magic eyes could do, he would have admired seeing what your body, now adorned with a pair of battle marks, was capable of, he would have thanked you when he realized how many people you had saved. And he thanks you now for the way you protect him, because he still lives in you."

Satoru fell silent, holding his breath, heeding every single word that he felt was healing his wounds, kissing all the pain away. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, and exhaled softly.

You caressed his side reassuringly, leaving a kiss on his shoulder, "I just know little Satoru feels safe now."

"Yeah, with you, little Satoru feels at home.”

***

The silent, dark night was replaced by a bright morning, filled with the peals of the birds, causing the sleeping moon to give way to the brilliant sun, illuminating the soft features of Satoru, who had fell asleep on your chest, with its gentle golden rays. The warm blanket he had so carefully wrapped you in before you went to sleep almost slid to the floor, his arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your legs were entwined, preventing you from moving. You smiled earnestly, fingertips stroking his soft skin and once again covering his body with little hearts, while your lips were leaving little kisses here and there. Your heart was full, realizing with its every beat that your whole world was encased in this one person. You lay there quietly, staring at his slightly fluttering white lashes and hoping that in one of the parallel universes you had somehow met sooner, and both little Satoru and little you knew no worries, faithfully carrying your love through life, holding tightly to each other with your intertwined pinkies.

thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! &lt;3

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[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY || NONSTANDARD

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of blood + mention of violence + slight mention of suicide + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 15 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.1k

↳ 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 : black flash

↳ next episode : jujutsu koshien

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, this episode took so long to plan and so long to type out because i did at least 4 drafts and this was the best out of all of them...sorry for the lack of activity today but enjoy this episode and good luck ╲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...

Destructive Curse Spell Number Thirty-Three : Sokatsui (6:00-6:07)

Destructive Curse Spell Number Eighty-Eight : Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho (6:55-7:12)

Domain Expansion : Hanging Evergarden (BLACKPINK DDU-DU-DDU-DU : 2:30-2:42)

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

“Mother?” you whispered, as your arms began to gradually become limp causing your polearm to be lowered while you still stared at the woman in front of you with extreme shock residing in your eyes as you both stood at each side of the river.

“Hi there,” your mother replied back with a soft smile on her face while waving her hand to you as if she was just a longtime friend that you haven’t seen in a while when in reality it had been six years since you saw the face that you dearly missed. Yet, for some reason, there was something creepy about the woman standing in front of you right now.

“Is that...really you?” you asked in a stutter trying to make your mind comprehend that the person in front of you was really the person that was announced dead six years ago leading tears to begin welling up in the corner of your eyes which caused your sight to waver slightly.

“Yeah, alive and well in the flesh...I can see that you are also doing well, that’s a nice uniform you’re wearing there,” your mother commented, as her eyes started to travel up and down your body coming to the realisation that you were now wearing a Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College uniform.

“Why?” you then question, ignoring the fact that she was giving an offended look at the clothing you were wearing right now while a plethora of questions began floating around in your mind, trying to understand and process everything that's happening at this current moment in time.

Right now, there was an attack happening right now at your sorcerer school with a veil constructed over the Exchange Event’s location (probably due to the mole telling the intruders where it was going to happen) while currently there was a special-grade curse located at least two kilometres in front of you with Itadori and Todo fighting it with a least three other intruders lurking around due to the faint cursed energies you could sense. However, there was also a minimum of four people being injured, who were Inumaki, Kamo, Fushiguro and Maki with you having no clue about the others due to the tournament that had commenced before the ambush happened and now you were here with the woman, who you thought was dead.

“Recall situations huh? That is the Y/N I know,” your mother mentioned leading you to snap out of your concentrated thoughts to focus back on the other intruder that was now standing with pride written all over her face.

“You didn’t answer the question,” you replied back with a lowered threatening tone, as your arms began to gain back their strength leading you to grip tightly onto the gift the Gojo had given you as if it was something that could give you the comfort you needed right now.

“Which one do you want me to answer dear? Why am I alive? Why did I fake my death? Or why am I attacking Jujutsu Tech right now?” she answered with a smile on her face as if she was mocking you for not already having the answers for yourself.

“ALL OF IT!” you screamed, as the tears began to decline down your face, dripping down on to the earth below you with your shoulders trembling. “Why are you here? Why are you doing this? Why are you on the curses and curse user’s side? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME FOR SIX YEARS?” you yelled out in agony as if you were now releasing all the pain and suffering that you had bottled up with more tears continuously streaming down your faces as if they were waterfalls at this point.

“Why wouldn’t I leave you?” your mother then queried leading your eyes to widen further in shock after what she had just announced.

‘What…’

“What did you say?” you replied back in a whisper-like tone, as confusion and betrayal began to cloud your thoughts, questioning if you were hearing right on what she had just asked you.

“Why wouldn’t I leave you? You’ve grown stronger without me, I think it was the perfect decision to leave you, in my opinion,” your mother commented with the smile on her face becoming a smug smirk until it suddenly turned upside down into a frown as if something just came up in her mind, “well, that was until you got caught and found by none other than Gojo Satoru,”.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? WASN’T IT SUPPOSED TO BE A MOTHER’S JOB TO PROTECT THEIR CHILDREN? WASN’T YOU THE ONE THAT TOLD ME THAT?” you cried out in extreme agony leading your voice to become strained. “What happened? What made you come like this mother?” you whimper as the torment of your mother’s word became evident with the expression you were presenting. An expression you never wished to show anyone.

“I WOULD HAVE PROTECTED YOU IF YOU WERE MY REAL DAUGHTER!” your mother yelled back before freezing once her words began to process in her mind, while you were now just standing in front of her with nothing but complete astonishment written on your face leading your once tightened grip to now completely loosen causing the polearm to fall down with a clung once it hit the ground before rolling off to the side, more than an arm’s reach away due to the small gust of wind blowing against you.

“Huh?” you gasp out as the sudden announcement that was violently thrown at you to as more tears descended, which caused the woman in front of you to start laughing once she had now fully finalised what she just exclaimed at you leading her to cover her face with one hand as she threw her head back with her laughter echoing the whole forest - something that the others could hear if they were still in the forest.

“Ah~ I messed up, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that now~” the woman giggled before facing you again with a smug smirk landing on her face once she witnessed your disheartened face that was painted in both betrayal and confusion.

“Ah, damn it~ this is what I get for breaking the seal of the baby that Lady L/N left for the L/N clan to figure out,” the woman began to mutter under her breath. Although, it was somehow still loud enough for you to hear with the fact that your heartbeat seems to cloud all your senses right now.

With your staggered breathing, you began to aggressively wipe the tears off your face while trying to construct the newfound information that the intruder in front of you just declared before placing your hand on the tree trunk behind trying to balance yourself as you didn’t want your legs to give out.

“What’s the point in hiding it anymore, I’m not your mother Y/N,” the intruder announced as if you needed another reminder leading your breathing to stagger once again, as you struggled to get into a regular breathing pattern.

“Might as well tell you now huh? You are not my daughter...but rather the daughter of the last sorcerer of your inherited curse technique a thousand years ago...the same sorcerer that sealed you away for some reason, leading the L/N clan to flee once Sukuna was sealed away by the same woman,” the woman explained before letting out another fit of laughter as if it was stuck in her throat for a long time and it now needed to be coughed out. 

“I am too from the L/N clan, we both are...it’s just...we are not related as you thought we were...but I do wonder how powerful the sealing was? After all...you didn’t age one bit within that sealing crystal,” the woman questioned causing you to turn your head towards her with both distrust and rage within your eyes.

Your body was in pain, mind clouded with uncertainty and heart filled with betrayal. As much as you didn’t want to believe the woman in front of you - you still didn’t, but rather you were indecisive of what to believe - she seemed quite certain to be telling you everything that was nothing but the truth.

Yet, for some reason, you now just felt extremely empty.

“I don’t care,” you muttered under your breath causing your opponent to turn to you with a surprised expression on her face.

“Pardon?” she then asked, in a perplexed tone.

“I..don’t...care anymore...how many of you are there? Four? Five?....Actually, that doesn’t really matter right now huh?” you muttered before taking your hand away from the tree trunk as you processed to turn your body to make it face directly towards the stranger, who now seemed to be worried about what was going to occur.

‘This is going to be quick enough to wipe them out...ah...what a drag...I don’t want to use this…’

Lifting both your arms together, you gently placed your pinky and thumbs together before spreading your other finger, representing what seemed to be like petals on a flower, leading the woman to be more confused about what you were planning to do.

“Domain Expansion,” you announced, causing the intruder in front of you to widen her eyes in shock before lifting her metal tonfas in a complete panic as if they were going to shield her from whatever was going to come towards her.

Just below the ceiling of the veil that was overcasting everyone, there was a sudden construction of a stone square ceiling with pink flowering hanging with their petals downwards leaving a white squared light to shine down towards you, who was now standing on a stone pedestal with empty eyes casting down on the woman in front of you.

“Hanging Evergarden”

You could tell that everyone within the battle right now was confused about what was going on since there was a sudden darkening within the veiled area due to the stone ceiling that you had constructed with your cursed energy. However, they could not have been as more perplexed than the woman was who standing below you, looking fearful of what you had just cast.

“Since you want to play with my heart and the lives of everyone here, I might as well gamble with your life as well as your little friends in the area,” you commented in a deadpan tone, while a few on the pink petals from the flowers above became to fall down gracefully giving the people below an eternally beautiful atmosphere away from the stale yellow coloured view they were in right now.

“By the way, I think you should somehow tell your friends that they shouldn’t let the flower petals touch them in any way…” you announced desolately, as you noticed one of the petals slyly beginning to gently land itself upon your opponent’s shoulder.

“Destructive Curse Spell number thirty-three: Sokatsui,” you chanted, leading to the same flower petal to explode with a torrent of blue cursed energy to which caused you to notice how there were other explosions around the area, noting that the other curses and curse users were also inflicted with the same curse spell.

“Sorry, did I give you the warning too late?” you mockingly asked before looking up to see one of the flowers beginning to slowly fall leading to a small smile appear on your lips. However, it wasn’t one with happiness.

“My domain expansion is barrier less and uses as much space as it can to fill the void that I want it to fill, the flowers are just cursed energy manifested into that shape allowing me to use them at will with any curse spell I cast without suffering the consequences of losing more cursed energy or permanent ones...from what I could remember...there are at least 10,000 flowers with 100 petals each...that means...I can cast up to a million curse spells if I use each petal individually,” you explained as the smoke in front of you began to subside leading to an appearance of a woman with a large gash going from her shoulder to the middle of her stomach with slight burns concealing her whole left arm.

‘Maybe that petal didn’t have as much cursed energy as I thought it did’ you mention internally, as you looked at your opponent in front of you before lifting your arm to lightly grasp on the flower that finally descended within arms reach above you.

“Or...I could use a whole flower with 100 petals to cast a stronger curse spell,” you muttered as you lifted the flower to your face while your fingertips held on to the stem as delicately as possible.

“Pretty right?” you rhetorically asked, as you tilted your head to the side as you began to inspect the flower that you were holding onto right now.

Even with its vast amount of petals, the flower was quite light as the petals were quite small, leading them to be somewhat difficult to detect by your opponent once they had landed on the ground or somewhere upon their body. However, even with the explanation, you had given to your opponent, who was injured to somewhat critical lengths, that wasn’t all you could do with your domain expansion - yet, you weren’t going to hand over that information so easily.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden change in the colour of lighting causing you to look up to find that the veil was beginning to rapidly deconstruct as the sides began to subside causing your stone ceiling to be the only thing sheiling the entire area, as well as the person who was on top of your stone construction right now.

‘Gojo?’

Steadily, your stone ceiling began to also subside due to you deactivating the structure leading the stone that was starting to gradually crumble from the side to convert themselves into the same petals from the flowers that began to fall down as well leading to a rainfall of the pink flower petals to pour down upon everyone.

Standing above the floral blanket was Gojo, who was floating in the air without his blindfold on, leading you to widen your eyes in surprise since it was one of the first times you had seen them exposed due to the fact you were used to them being covered by his black-tinted glasses.

Suddenly, your white-haired teacher disappeared from your sights leading you to sense his cursed energy from the other side of the area in front of you to which caused you to concentrate on the woman in front of you, who was holding her wound with one hand, which was a futile attempt to halt the bleeding that was dripping down from her large wound.

“I’m retreating! There is no way I am facing both you and Gojo at the same time,” your opponent suddenly announced, causing you to look at her with a deadpan expression painted on your face, as you slowly stepped down from your stone pedestal - which the stone began to crumble while turning into pink petals like your stone ceiling did - with nothing filled within your eyes.

Lifting up the surviving flower in front of the woman (who you used to call your mother), you stare directly into her eyes as a wooden structure begins to enclose around her causing you to come to the conclusion that it was the special-grade curse that was helping her escape.

“Destructive Curse Spell number eighty-eight: Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho,” you chanted in a whisper, causing the flower to suddenly fire a gigantic beam of blue electrical and cursed energy leading to anything in front of you to create an impact as flames began to engulf the tree on the other side.

However, your eyes unexpectedly notice an immense purple beam rapidly coming towards you leading you to widen your eyes in shock before your body began to relax even in the current situation you were in.

‘Could I block it? Nah, it’s a technique that convergences and divergences...it probably cancels everything like a black hole...that’s quite nonstandard for him...I don’t care anymore...I guess I can go to sleep again....’

On the other hand, before you could even feel the agonising impact of what was coming towards you, there was a sudden feeling of impact pushing you away from the purple hallow, causing you and whatever had pushed you to just marginally avoid the attack leading you to look over the person’s shoulder with broadened eyes as you didn’t expect someone to save you from the blast that you were willingly going to take.

“What were you thinking?!” Someone shouted at you before painfully grabbing your shoulders to make you look at him, only for you to discover that Gojo was right in front of you with a rare terrified look on his face - but all you could give him was an empty look with wide eyes.

“Why?” you whispered, causing Gojo to now look at you with shock as he didn’t understand why you were asking such a type of question.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” you then screamed painfully as multiple tears began to burst from your eyes as you violently shock your adoptive father, only to finally let your body lose all its strength it somehow maintained as you instantly dropped onto your knee (which the fall was pillowed by the immense amount of petals covering the ground) causing Gojo to come down with you, as he became even more surprised on the sudden tears that were spilling down your face.

“WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?” you cried with agony coating your voice leading Gojo to peer at you with compassion as he then gently pulled you into a hug, letting your painful scream ring into his ear as he allowed you to let whatever you were holding in escape.

Gojo didn’t know the reason why you were crying, nor did he know how he could comfort you at this very moment in time. As much as he told you to call him your father, he never really had that much of an experience of being one, let alone how to even act like one. All he knew was that you were now suffering and he didn’t know why at all.

“I’m sorry,” Gojo muttered before pulling you back to make you face him leading the sorcerer to find you with bloodshot eyes as well as the known wet stains of the tears that were still flowing down as redness covered your whole face.

Pressing his two fingers in the middle of your forehead, you began to subtle notice how your vision was getting hazier causing your mind to be plagued by confusions before your consciousness was suddenly lost leading your head to land upon Gojo’s shoulder before he proceeded to pick you bridal style before gradually making his way back to Jujutsu Tech.

“It’s going to be okay, just rest now”

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Futures Past p39 (Final part /o/) / On AO3

While preparing for a happy day, Nie Huaisang gets one last visit from his future self

Staring at his mirror, his tongue sticking out from the effort, Nie Huaisang tried to pin in place part of his hair, only for it to look as if he’d been struck by lightning more than once. He glared at his reflection, angry at it for not looking the way he’d hoped it would, and started removing the pins. It looked fine if he let it down, didn’t it? He didn’t need to do anything complicated, just like that wasn’t so bad.

“Your hair is a disgrace,” a cold voice said behind him, startling him.

Nie Huaisang froze for an instant, then took a deep, quiet breath, and put on a smile.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he said, looking at his older self’s reflection in the mirror.

The older man shrugged. “I had to see what a mess you’d made of things. And today is… special. I had to come. I had to make sure.”

“Well, whatever you want to shout about this time, be quick with it,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “Da-ge’s going to be so mad at me if the ceremony is late because of me.”

“What ceremony?” His older self hissed, grabbing Nie Huaisang by the shoulder and forcing him to turn around, his face a mask of pure rage. “After all this, you still couldn’t prevent Da-ge from taking these two as sworn brothers? I knew I couldn’t trust you, I knew you would mess it up, you’re just…”

“Oh, so that’s why you came today,” Nie Huaisang cut him, freeing himself from the older man’s grasp and returning to his ill-fated effort to deal with his hair. “It would have been today? But don’t worry, it’s not that ceremony at all. But Da-ge’s getting married today! Isn’t that great?”

His older self took a step back, as stunned by the news as if he’d gotten punched in the guts.

“He’s what? To whom?”

“I know, I was shocked too!” Nie Huaisang laughed while twisting a braid into a position he liked. “I really thought he’d never! I mean, I know he never did in your time, and I can imagine that wasn’t too nice for you. Maybe he just didn’t get the chance. The war lasted longer for you than it did for us. But well, we got Er-ge to turn to our side, and San-ge was there too, and…”

“So Da-ge still swore brotherhood with them, just earlier?”

“Listen old man, you need to learn to let me talk,” Nie Huaisang scolded, though he was too happy about the wedding to put any real heat in his words. “He swore brotherhood with certain people, yes, but not the same ones as before. Wen Xu is Er-ge, and Jin Zixuan is San-ge. Which annoys me, I never even realised he was a little older than me, he’s just such a brat! I really hoped I’d get to be someone’s Ge at last, it’s too unfair. I’ll have to figure out something with Wen Ning, it’s my only chance now! But anyway, the three of them became really close during the war, because they were the ones with the most to lose I guess.”

“Da-ge is sworn brother with Wen Xu,” his older self blankly repeated.

“Yeah, they make a good team, and became pretty good friends once they met away from Wen Ruohan,” Nie Huaisang confirmed, trying not to laugh at how distraught the older man looked. “And Jin Zixuan ended up being less useless than everyone expected, too. Who knew, he can be a little charismatic when he wants! He even had a fight with his mom about all those half siblings he has, you know? And now he’s trying to get them to come to Jinlin Tai if they want, and if they don’t want he at least gives them money so they don’t have to worry too much about life. And… and Meng Yao ended up going to Lanling after the war, sorry,” Nie Huaisang muttered, suddenly a little embarrassed. 

He expected a scolding, but his older self just stared in stunned silence, as if every word he was hearing just caused him more and more suffering.

“I swear it’s not as bad as you think! San-ge and him get so along well, and he has a good position, Xichen-gege says that he definitely looks happier than he ever did in your time, so it’s pretty certain that he won’t start murdering people!”

“Xichen… Er-ge was your source?” his older self asked, a deep frown on his face. “How…”

Nie Huaisang pressed a hand to his mouth. It had been so long since the old man’s last visit, almost two years, he’d all but forgotten that his future self hadn’t managed to get that detail out of him on past visits.

“Well, we don’t know either why Xichen-gege knew these things,” he confessed as he dropped his hand, figuring it’d be pointless to hide anything now. “But he helped a lot. We changed things! We made things better! It was so scary, and I really thought I was going to die, but… we managed.”

“And you must be so proud of yourself,” his older self said with a sarcastic smirk. “You did it all without my help.”

“I didn’t do it without your help,” Nie Huaisang protested. “But I did it without all your anger, that’s certain. You really are an angry person, you know that? I swear, you’ve asked me to kill way too many people, and to be mean way too often, and I’m glad I didn’t listen.”

“Anger is all I have left.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very healthy,” Nie Huaisang muttered as he tried again to do something with his hair, only to quickly give up for good. “I think you should make friends with people. With new people, if you think your old friends won’t be any good. I’m pretty good at making friends, it turns out, so I think you would be too, if you just tried.”

“I fear it’s too late for me,” his older self said, and he really did look older then. He also looked so sad, now that he wasn’t so angry.

Nie Huaisang didn’t think before acting, and launched himself at the older man, hugging him as tight as he could. He felt his older self tense under such unexpected demonstration of affection, but didn’t let go and instead just hugged him tighter.

“It’s going to be fine,” Nie Huaisang told him. “I don’t think it’s too late. I think you just need to try. You’re a bit of an asshole, but that’s fine, you can still make friends. You’ve just got to try. It’s been very long since you tried, right? And I get it, a lot has happened to you, and you’re scared, and… but I think it’d be good for you to make friends. Maybe try talking again to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. Or other people!”

“I think all of your friends are dead here,” his older self bitterly pointed out, but at least he stopped trying to free himself from the hug, and even finally returned it.

“Then find your own people. I told you, we’re good at making friends, it’s just got to be the right people. And now that I’ve imparted my great wisdom upon you, you need to go,” Nie Huaisang ordered. He tried to end the hug, but now it was the older man who didn’t quite want to let go. “Come on, I have to go too, it’s almost time for the bride to get here!”

“Surely you’re not ready yet,” his older self said, freeing him at last, but only to give him a critical look.

“Why not? Those are the best robes I own, ordered specially for this, and I’ve got nice earrings, and that nice guan, and this is my best fan which Xichen-gege gave me, and…”

“You are a disgrace,” his older self stated. “Do your hair properly. This isn’t how a Nie looks on special occasions.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “I can’t get the hang of it. This is fine anyway, it looks nice.”

“It’s not about looking nice, it’s about upholding our traditions, you little idiot. What did you do when they sent you to Gusu during the war, if you didn’t even learn how to properly do your hair?”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t go to Gusu. I ended up going to Jinlin Tai, and I mostly helped San-ge by spying on people of his sect to make sure nobody was trying to undermine him. And when they did, I’d send Jin Zixun to beat them up for me, or else I’d denounce them to Jin Furen. Jin-xiong had to beat up a lot of people. I thought Da-ge had had a rough time of it when he became sect leader, but those Jins are the worst.”

“Jin Zixuan is sect leader?” his older self asked, a deep frown creasing his brow. When Nie Huaisang nodded, the frown deepened. The old man snatched the comb from where Nie Huaisang had put it near the mirror, and started undoing all his work. “I braid your hair, you tell me about what happened in your Sunshot Campaign. Now.”

So they did just that. Nie Huaisang started with explaining how Lan Xichen had warned his uncle and Nie Mingjue of the incoming war, who in turn had done their best to ensure that smaller sects knew to prepare as well, so they weren’t caught by surprise when the Wens’ ambition exploded. He explained about Wen Chao’s death, and running away with some of his friends, trying to escape the Wen cultivators pursuing them, about getting lost a few times trying to shake them off and how terrifying it had been, how glad he’d been to make it home at last.

He then explained what he hadn’t known while he was on the run, about Jin Guangshan’s murder, about the Wen starting the war, about Wen Xu and Wen Qing choosing to betray Wen Ruohan, which had considerably shortened the war, and all that without Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian ever losing their golden cores or developing horrible new cultivation techniques. He also mentioned Qin Su being rescued by Nie Mingjue and spending the war in Qinghe, which she must have liked since she was now coming to live there for good.

“Is Qin Su really a Jin?” Nie Huaisang couldn’t help asking.

“Hm, Her mother had an affair with Jin Guangshan for a couple of months.”

“I thought he’d taken her by force?” Nie Huaisang gasped, trying to turn his head, only to get his hair pulled at. His older self was a skilled hairdresser, but not a gentle one. He’d nearly torn off a handful of hair upon hearing that Xue Yang wasn’t dead after all.

“I see Er-ge truly told you everything. Now consider this: it suited my purposes to darken Jin Guangshan’s character, Qin Furen wasn’t around anymore to correct me, and the servant who had helped them meet in secret would have said just about anything I asked, as long as I paid the right price.”

“So you lied.”

That earned Nie Huaisang a sharper pull on his hair.

“Considering how much you’ve lied to me and others, I don’t think you’re in any position to judge,” his older self scolded. “What do you think of Qin Su as a bride for Da-ge?” he then asked, sounding a little unsure. “Is this just a political alliance?”

“Oh no, she likes him a lot for sure, and he’s playing it cool but he likes her too. They get along really well, and Da-ge keeps saying he can’t wait for her to live here again, because she’s the only person who manages to keep us all under control, and she doesn’t even need to yell for it. She’s just so nice, nobody wants to upset her.”

“Hm. She was nice,” his older self agreed in a soft voice. “I always liked her. She made visits to Jinlin Tai less unbearable. If I’d expected she would react that badly to learning about her mother and her son… but what’s done is done.”

That sounded suspiciously like a regret, Nie Huaisang thought, and it sounded like an actual display of an emotion that wasn’t burning hatred. Maybe there was still hope for that man after all, if he still knew how to be human.

“I’m almost done here,” the older man announced, starting to pin the braids in place. “You’d better hurry with the rest of your story.”

Nie Huaisang did just that. Everything else was less interesting, if only because he’d been less involved in the action of the war, and he didn’t have time to detail just how cutthroat the Jins could be. But Nie Mingjue had been the tactical head of the following months of war, while Jin Zixuan had become something of a symbol of resistance against Wen Ruohan, because unlike with Nie Huaisang’s father, this time nobody could deny that Wen Ruohan had murdered a fellow sect leader. And then, much faster than anyone had anticipated, the war had been over.

“You see, Er-ge was captured after a battle,” Nie Huaisang explained. “And his father taunted him about a bunch of stuff, and how he was going to do awful things to Wen Furen, and to little A-Yuan, and to everyone else too. It got Er-ge really furious, and nobody had checked him for hidden weapons because they all thought he was useless anyway, and he managed to slit his father’s throat by surprise. Can you believe that?”

“Wen Ruohan’s pride was always his downfall,” his older self commented. “In my Sunshot Campaign, he was stabbed in the back by Meng Yao, who was spying on him as a servant.”

“Well, he didn’t this time, he stayed with the Jiangs. But now he’s not Meng-xiong anymore, he’s Jin Ziyao.”

The older man hummed, wrinkling his nose.

“You’ll have to keep an eye on him. I’m very annoyed you still let him go to Lanling after all I’ve told you.”

“I know, I know,” Nie Huaisang sighed. “I will be careful! But I don’t think that San-ge wants to kill Da-ge like Jin Guangshan did, and I don’t think Jin-xiong would just spontaneously murder people without good reason. Anyway, it’d be a disaster for Lanling if they made enemies with us now. We’re too strong, with too many allies! Between Da-ge’s marriage and Nie Hui’s…”

“Nie Hui got married?”

“Yes. As soon as the war was over, she married Lan Qiren, and now she’s already pregnant. It’s so gross, they’re both so old, have they no shame? It’s so… are you alright?”

The older man shook his head. With trembling hands he attached Nie Huaisang’s crown to his hair, then took a quick step back, looking as if he were fighting tears.

“So they’re married,” he whispered. “Da-ge told me once that they’d been sweet on each other for years, but Lan Qiren wanted to raise his nephews before all else, and by the time they’d come of age…” he sighed, almost a sob. “Nie Hui died during the war, right at the very end of it. I’m glad she was luckier this time. I’m glad they both were.”

The older man fell silent, and motioned for Nie Huaisang to look at himself in the mirror, probably so he could get a moment to recover from having experienced an emotion other than rage or sorrow.

Nie Huaisang grinned at his reflection, amazed to see his hair done so neatly that even Nie Mingjue probably wouldn’t look so good. All dressed up like this, he could almost forget his slightly crooked nose, everything else about him so great that it distracted from that one defect. He would almost have felt sorry for his brother, who wouldn’t be the most handsome man in attendance at his own wedding, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I look amazing!”

His older self scoffed, but couldn’t refrain a smile. “Just you wait. You’re a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to looks, but in two years you’re going to be even more handsome than that, and it only gets better from there.” The older man paused, his expression growing serious again. “I’ve always thought I wasn’t worth anything when I was your age,” he said. “After Da-ge died, I convinced myself that everything happened because I had been too stupid and too weak to prevent it. But you… you’ve done well. You’ve done better than me.”

“I did the best I could,” Nie Huaisang replied. “And so did you, you did the best you could with what you had. And we’re both going to continue doing just that.”

“I guess. I just don’t know what it is I’m supposed to be doing now.”

“You’re supposed to make new friends,” Nie Huaisang reminded him. “I really think it’d be good for you.”

“Brat,” the older man said, but where before he’d always made it sound as an insult, now it sounded almost as affectionate as when Nie Mingjue said it. “Maybe I will try to make friends. But I should go now, or I’m going to make you late.”

“Will you ever come back again?”

The older man hesitated. Rather than answering right away, he pulled on Nie Huaisang’s robes there, straightened something there, until he was satisfied with a job well done.

“No, I don’t think I’ll return,” he said at last. “You said it yourself last time: you don’t need me anymore, and I… I have to accept I won’t change my own past. It wouldn’t be healthy for me to come here again.”

“Farewell then,” Nie Huaisang said sadly, struck by the thought that he would have liked to find out if his older self ever healed, if he ever made friends, if he ever learned to be happy again.

“Farewell,” his older self said, bowing before him. “Thank you for doing what I couldn’t. Take good care of Da-ge for me.”

Nie Huaisang bowed as well, feeling a few tears on his cheeks. When he stood straight again, he was alone once more. He sighed, wiped the wetness around his eyes, glanced one last time at the mirror to see how good he looked, and darted out of the door to join everyone else.

Su She, who had been on a visit in the Unclean Realm for some weeks, scolded Nie Huaisang for being almost late, while also complimenting him for his looks. That compliment Nie Huaisang got a few times, and from several people, though the only times it really mattered to him where when Su She said it, when Nie Mingjue affectionately called him a peacock, and when Lan Xichen silently stared at him from a respectable distance, as awed as if Nie Huaisang were a visiting god.

Pleased with the effect he was having, Nie Huaisang could bear with all the ceremonies of his brother’s long awaited wedding.

It was a pretty great wedding, all things considered, and everything went exactly according to plan. Nie Mingjue got only a little teary as he took his bows with his new bride, and he barely let go of her hand before and after those bows, as if he thought someone might come and steal her from him otherwise. Qin Su’s expression was hidden by her red veil, but she would still turn her head to look at her new husband here and there, radiating such joy that one didn’t need to see her face to guess she was smiling. 

To Nie Huaisang it seemed like a very good start to a wedding, though there was certainly going to be an even better start once they were alone together, as he loudly teased when the young couple retired from the party. Nie Mingjue, who had been taking all the jokes from younger relatives in stride, rolled his eyes at that comment and pushed them all out of his room, which prompted Nie Huaisang to make even worse remarks until the door was slammed shut into his face.

Nie Huaisang cackled about his brother’s impatience with a few others, until he felt a hand in his, pulling him away from the group with no less eagerness than Nie Mingjue had just displayed. In an instant he stopped laughing so much and instead grinned just as foolishly as his brother had done all day, while Lan Xichen led him away from the party. Nie Huaisang willingly followed, almost giddy with joy.

“Xichen-gege, how bold,” he couldn’t resist teasing. “One might think you have something in mind, taking me away from everyone like this.”

“I do have something in mind,” Lan Xichen retorted, linking their fingers together but never stopping to pull. “My uncle is married, and awaiting his first child. Your brother is married, and by the look of things determined to do everything he can to have a baby as well. I think that neither of us has to worry about the future of our families, and you know what that means.”

They’d almost reached Nie Huaisang’s rooms by then, the door only a few steps away. His face was burning hot, his heart beating hard in anticipation. And yet, even like that he couldn’t resist teasing some more.

“Gege, I’m not very clever,” Nie Huaisang whined, earning a disbelieving scoff. “I’m not! You’ll have to make your meaning more clear than that. I just don’t know what you could want from this poor, innocent but very handsome young cultivator!”

“Then I will tell you,” Lan Xichen replied, pulling him close. Nie Huaisang wrapped his arms around the older boy’s waist, while Lan Xichen’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, his fingers brushing against Nie Huaisang’s neck, keeping him close. “We’d agreed that we’d wait until after the war, until after we’d seen if your brother and my uncle would start their own family, to decide what to do with the fact that I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me. We’re here now, and the only reason I haven’t kissed you yet is because I want to hear you say you still want it.”

“I do,” Nie Huaisang urgently whispered, pressing himself harder against Lan Xichen, needing to be closer still, as close as two people could get. “I still do, I’ve waited this long… please, kiss me now?”

Lan Xichen smiled, outshining the sun, and promptly obeyed, giving what they’d both already agreed should count as their first kiss. After all, the one that had followed their confession back in Gusu had just been a test, and whatever few kisses they’d stolen during the war didn’t count, because they’d just been so relieved about both being alive. This, now, was their true first kiss, the real deal at last.

If Nie Huaisang’s brain had not been otherwise occupied, he would have reflected that as far as first kisses went this had to be an excellent one, certainly well worth the wait, and even more so because he could be certain there would be less waiting involved for their second kiss, and the many more that were sure to follow.

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- One -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

sunflower - vampire weekend

turn back time - wayv

humble - kendrick lamar

look at me! - xxxtentacion

———— sunflower - vampire weekend ————

It was a normal school day. You sat through each of your classes bored out of your mind. If only something interesting would happen, maybe then you’d enjoy your day. Classes felt longer than usual and all you could think about was getting to the occult club and opening whatever Itadori found last night.

Classes had finally finished. You raced to the other end of the school and walked into the club room and greeted your two classmates.

“Where’s Itadori? Shouldn’t he be here with the thing he found yesterday?”

“We thought it would be cooler if we broke into the school late at night and opened it then!” Sasaki says with a bright sinister smile. Iguchi sat next to her and nodded his head in agreement.

Just then, Itadori walked into the room with a bright smile and greeted you three.

“(y/n)-senpai here’s the thing I found yesterday. Sasaki-senpai said to give it to you so you guys can open it tonight. I’m not gonna be able to make it.”

“No worries Itadori, we’ll make sure to take pictures when nothing shows up.” You say glancing at Sasaki.

You had always been skeptical when it came to ghosts and monsters. Iguchi and Sasaki were your best friends so they always ended up dragging you on their haunted adventures. Itadori was the newbie first year who recently joined. He was happy to take the pair on their ghostly escapades when you weren’t available.

Sasaki ruffled through her bag and pulled out the ouija board you four regularly played with. Itadori turned to you and asked if you were ready to call on the spirit of the day. After asking your fellow club members, he called upon them.

“Spirits! Spirits! Please reveal an animal that the school council president is weaker than!” Itadori said giggling slightly.

You watched as the small coin shaped object wiggled underneath your finger.

Ku

Ri

O

Ne

“A sea angel?!?” Itadori roared.

Your giggles were interrupted by the door suddenly sliding open revealing the sea angel himself.

“OCCULT RESEARCH CLUB!” The council president yelled, startling you.

“Your club did not submit an activities report! We don’t have room in this school for such irresponsibility!” He yelled, anger dousing his tone.

He explained that the club was going to be used as a changing room starting today and your club was to find somewhere else to play.

“I wouldn’t mess with our members council president.” Itadori said smirking at you and your friends. Sasaki slams a book onto the table and pushes her glasses up onto her nose.

“Here’s your proof council president! As you know, our rugby field has been closed off. The students who used it started getting sick and some were even hospitalized. Don’t you think that’s strange? I mean we’re talking about tough rugby players here. WELL. Just before the players began getting sick, they stated that they heard strange noises and voices on the field.”

You stand up and flip through the book that had rested under Sasaki’s hand.

“That’s where this newspaper article comes in.” You say showing the president an old newspaper clipping from many years ago.

“Mr. Yoshida, a construction man, went missing and he was last seen here at this school during construction.”

Sasaki interrupted, finishing the riveting story you four had discovered.

“Which means. Mr. Yoshida’s body is buried in the rugby field and the sickness was caused by the lingering spirit!” Sasaki said with stars in her eyes. Itadori and Iguchi stood on either side of you two giving jazz hands for dramatic effect. The council president looks at you four with a blank stare, dumbfounded at the ridiculous story.

“No...” He started.

“They were caused by ticks.”

You felt Sasaki wilt beside you while Itadori argued with the council president, explaining that either way this was club activity. The council president interjected and rudely pointed out the fact that neither you nor Itadori were registered with the occult club, leaving the club with too few members.

“Itadori, (y/n)... I thought you said you put your names down.” Sasaki said with an evil glare plastered on her face.

“Sorry Sasaki... I lost the paper ehehe...” You said, staring down at your feet with regret and a bit of fear hidden behind your eyes.

“I did put down the occult club senpai! I swear!” Itadori announced.

“Then who changed it?”

“I DID.” A voice barked, alarming all the students present.

“Coach Takagi?!” You all yelled in unison.

“Itadori, we need your speed and strength on the track and field team.”

“I ALREADY SAID I WASN’T JOINING!” Itadori wailed, hoping the coach would get the hint.

“No can do. However I’m a fair man so I will let you go if you beat me in a fair fight.”

“You’re on!”

You all ran down to the track to see Itadori battle it out with the coach.

“You think he’ll win?” You say skeptical of Itadori’s strength.

“I’ve heard he won the Ninja Warrior contest and he’s the incarnation of Mirko Cro Cop!” Iguchi explained.

“But he’s not dead...”

You watched as Itadori threw the heavy ball the same way a pitcher would. It whizzed through the air landing at about 30 meters from where he started, demolishing the Coach’s record of 14 meters.

“He’s like a gorilla.” Sasaki says behind you.

Itadori then walked up to the three of you and you congratulated him on his impressive upper arm strength.

“You know you don’t have to stay in this club Itadori.” Sasaki said.

“Thanks Senpai, but as much as you guys love haunted places, you wouldn’t go if (y/n) or I didn’t go with you.”

“Being scared is what makes it fun.” Sasaki says, laughing nervously.

Itadori checks his watch and realizes that it was time for him to leave. He speeds down the stairs and out the gates of the school, dust collecting behind him from how fast he was going. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall, handsome ravenette. You stare at him a little and hear him call out to Itadori trying to stop him. Do they know each other? Maybe he’s a first year too. “I’ve never seen him. He seems interesting, and cute.” You think to yourself. He notices your stare and sharply turns away giving off an egotistical aura. You break your gaze and scoff. “Interesting, cute...and cocky.”

————— turn back time - wayv —————

The room was dark, lit only by the light of a single candle resting on the table that Sasaki, Iguchi and you sat around. You handed Sasaki the wrapped object and she began fiddling with the stained paper. There were weird symbols on the paper, it kind of looked like a talisman.

“This is creepy, I’m gonna turn a light on.” Iguchi said timidly.

“No no we need to keep the ambience.”

Sasaki finally gripped on to a corner of the paper and began unraveling. The unraveled paper revealed a dark crimson finger.

“Is it real?” Sasaki asks.

“Probably not. Someone must have put it there as a joke.” You say, the skeptical side of you hiding the real fear you felt.

Suddenly the room shook and the candle went out. You were frozen with fear. In all the times you’d gone out to haunted places, you’ve never caught anything, but this time felt different. A faint screeching noise startled you three. Slowly you looked up and noticed a giant monster coming straight for you. You grabbed Sasaki’s hand, the finger stuffed into her pocket, and ran for dear life, Iguchi trailing closely behind. You hear the wall of the club room burst, and glancing behind you a huge creature was seen, hot on your trail. Iguchi turns a corner separating himself from you and Sasaki. You pull her behind a wall and sit with your hand pressed firmly against her mouth. You wait there for what feels like hours. Iguchi walks toward you ever so slowly.

“Iguchi! Thank goodness!” Sasaki says naively.

As he walks closer to you two, you notice the small monster that has latched onto his face. Your heart drops.

“H-el-p m-e..”

Iguchi’s voice rang through the hall alerting the creature that followed you and Sasaki. Almost instantly, the monster picked you, Sasaki, and Iguchi up. You felt the monster feel you all over, as if it was searching for something. Your mind starts going blank. Thoughts of your childhood, your family, the memories you made at school, flood your head. Thick, hot tears stream down your face. You faintly hear the voice of a person yelling. Your vision faded and soon you blacked out completely.

Megumi pov:

————— humble - kendrick lamar —————

Running down the halls I find one of the curses that Sukuna’s finger attracted.

“Out of my way! Divine dogs! You can eat it.”

The curses were getting closer together.

The finger was close.

I turn the corner and find Itadori’s friends. The curse is trying to eat them and the finger?!

Wait.

I recognize one of them. The one that was staring at me on the field.

“I’m not gonna make it!”

A loud crash echoes through the hallway. The window was smashed by someone.

Itadori?!

I watch in shock as he scoops up his friends. The one I’d seen before suddenly falls from his grasp. I run over and catch them in my arms. My heart beats faster.

What was this feeling?

I hold them close to my chest as my divine dogs run over and eat the curse.

“Normally I’d be pissed.. but good job.”

“Oh thanks, but what are those munching on the curse?” Itadori asks.

“Those? You can see them? They’re my shikigami. Normally you can’t see curses, unless you’re facing your death or in special places like this.”

Itadori stands and Sukuna’s finger drops from the girl’s pocket into his hand.

“This what your looking for?” Itadori asks.

I drop the feet of the unconscious person, still holding them upright. I reach my hand out to grab the cursed object. Itadori reaches out to take his senpai from my arms. A loud gurgling comes from the ceiling, startling me.

“RUN!”

I cling tightly to sleeping body and protect it from the curse as I try to call for Nue. The curse picks me up and throws us both against the wall, waking them up slightly. The curse gets ahold of us once again and blows the whole side of the school out, exposing us to the cold night air.

(y/n) pov:

You wake up with a pounding headache. You feel two arms around your waist and the cold night air blowing on your face. Were you flying? You look up and see a different monster heading your way.

“Hang on!” A voice calls behind you.

You turn slightly and see the same black haired boy from this morning. Why was he holding you? And why were you flying through the air? Where is Iguchi and Sasaki?

Slipping from the boy’s grip, you land on the hard concrete behind him. He glances over to you, checking to see if you survived the landing. You looked at him with big tear filled eyes. He struggled to put his hands together to form a bird shadow puppet. What is he doing?

“Damn I can’t focus.” He says, frustration written in his defined features.

Itadori flies through the air and whacks the monster on what looks like the head.

“Are you guys ok?!” He screams aiming his worry at you.

“I thought I told you to run.” The boy asks with a harsh tone.

“No can do, You were in trouble and you still had (y/n) in your arms.”

He jumps back onto the monster and starts beating it ruthlessly.

“Stop! You can’t defeat it without cursed energy!” The boy says.

Itadori doesn’t stop fighting it. The monster grabs him tightly and pushes him closer to his mouth.

“Itadori!!” You scream, heart beating out of your chest.

“Then all I need is cursed energy right Fushiguro?!”

He throws the crimson finger into the air and swallows it in one swift motion. Your jaw drops as the black haired boy, who Itadori referred to as Fushiguro, screamed at him. Fushiguro turns to you and, noticing your shock, runs over. He uses his entire body as a shield over you while his eyes are locked on Itadori’s changing body. Your eyes peek over his shoulder giving you a clear view of Itadori. Dark tattoo like marks form on Itadori’s tan skin. He looked like himself, but different. His nails grow long and sharp. He turns to the monster and swipes his hand upward, causing it to disintegrate. Itadori, or what looks like Itadori, turns back to you and Fushiguro with burning scarlet eyes.

————— look at me! - xxxtentacion —————

“Finally! A cursed spirit’s flesh is no fun! What a wonderful age it has become, women and children crawling around like maggots! It’ll be a massacre!”

His voice is deep and there is no trace of Itadori in his tone. Your breathing is heavy against Fushiguro’s neck. His arms are wrapped protectively around you as you’re both crouched down on the floor. The strange man’s eyes lock onto you.

“You don’t look like a sorcerer, maybe i’ll kill you first!” He says laughing maniacally.

Fushiguro’s grip tightens out of anger, squeezing so tight it hurts. A familiar voice exited the tattooed man’s body.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

The soft, sweet voice of your kohai calms your nerves ever so slightly.

He’s still there.

Fushiguro lets go of you and stands in front of Itadori.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human. Under jujutsu regulations, I will exorcise you as a curse, Itadori Yuuji!”

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[crossdressingdeath]

Twin Treasures ch. 2 v. 1

So that's chapter two edited and updated here; here's the original for you all.

Madame Jin stares at the two boys in front of her, ignoring her husband’s sputtering. “It’s only been a month.”

Wei Ying fists his hands in his filthy golden robes. “I-I’m really sorry!”

“You set the kitchen on fire,” Madame Jin says.

“I didn’t mean to,” Wei Ying says quickly. “I was just trying to get some rice! …And then I knocked it over. And it landed in the fire…”

“Nearly burning down Koi Tower in the process!” Jin Guangshan interjects.

Wei Ying flinches. It really was an accident! The rice had just been a little out of reach, and he’d dropped it trying to get it off the shelf. “I… I…”

“It was my fault,” Jin Rong says suddenly.

“Your fault?” Madame Jin asks. Jin Guangshan’s eyes slide from Wei Ying to Jin Rong.

Jin Rong nods. “Wei Ying asked me to get the rice for him, since I’m taller,” he explains. “But I… dropped it. It fell in the fire. Sorry.”

There’s a smile beginning to creep onto Madame Jin’s face. “In that case, why did A-Ying say he was the one who started the fire?”

Wei Ying twists his fingers together. “I… It wasn’t…”

“He didn’t want me to get in trouble,” Jin Rong says. “He said… He said it was his fault, since he’s the one who asked me to get the rice.”

“I see.” Madame Jin looks pleased, for some reason. Has she been looking for an excuse to punish her son? “Well, Sect Leader Jin, it seems to be a simple mistake. I see no need to cause a fuss. After all, it would be terribly embarrassing if the other sects heard you had tried your own son for arson.”

“I… Well.” Jin Guangshan coughs, very carefully not looking at his wife. “I see no reason to make a fuss over such a… minor incident. Although I would hope my son would not allow himself to be dragged into such nonsense by an orphaned street rat again. His reputation would suffer if he were to…” He trails off at Madame Jin’s glare.

Beyond her furious look, Madame Jin doesn’t bother to respond. She turns to the children. “Boys, come with me. I need to talk to you both.”

“Yes, Mother.” Jin Rong bows, then grabs Wei Ying’s wrist and tugs. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Um… okay.” Wei Ying allows himself to be pulled out of the room after Madame Jin and Jin Rong, leaving Jin Guangshan alone in the throne room.

Madame Jin leads them back to Jin Rong’s room in silence. She doesn’t speak until the door closes behind them. “Well? Would you two like to tell me the truth now?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Jin Rong says.

Madame Jin chuckles. “Come here.” She rests a hand on Jin Rong’s head. “A-Rong. Do you think I can’t tell when my own son is lying to me?”

Wei Ying flinches. “I’m sorry!” he squeaks, feeling dread creep along his spine. “It was all my fault, I made him!”

“No he didn’t!” Jin Rong says quickly. “It was my idea!”

“Boys, boys!” Madame Jin laughs. “I’m not angry. I just want to know what happened. The truth, please.”

Wei Ying sniffs. “I… I just wanted to make something for you…”

“For me?” Madame Jin asks gently.

Wei Ying nods. “You’ve been so nice to me, and you gave me a home and clean clothes and lots of food, and I wanted to do something nice for you, too!”

“I see.” Madame Jin reaches out and pats him on the head. “That’s very sweet of you, A-Ying.”

Wei Ying smiles shakily. “But… But I couldn’t reach the rice, and it fell over… and then it spilled into the fire…”

“That’s when I came in,” Jin Rong adds. “I heard him shouting for help and came to see what was happening.”

“He put the fire out!” Wei Ying says. “…Eventually.”

“Knocking all the spices onto yourselves in the process?” Madame Jin raises an eyebrow.

“Sorry, Mother.”

“Sorry, Madame Jin!”

Madame Jin sighs. “Honestly, you two. Such a mess. I’ll have the servants bring you water to bathe with. Clean up and change, alright?”

“We will,” Jin Rong says.

“And the two of you will stay in this room until tomorrow morning,” Madame Jin adds. At their complaints she says, “You did set fire to the kitchen. There has to be some punishment.”

“Yes, Mother,” Jin Rong sighs. Wei Ying just nods, not sure what to say.

Madame Jin smiles and pats them both on the head. “I’m very proud of you both,” she says gently. “A-Ying, it was very kind of you to try to cook for me, although I want to be clear that it isn’t necessary. I will make sure you’re taken care of no matter what you do, do you understand?”

“Yes, Madame Jin,” Wei Ying says quietly.

Madame Jin hugs him quickly and turns to her son. “A-Rong, it was very brave of you to lie to your father to protect A-Ying. You’re older, so it’s your job to look after him; I’m glad I didn’t need to tell you that.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Jin Rong says, a proud smile appearing on his face.

Madame Jin hugs him too, then stands. “Very good. I’ll have the servants bring you both dinner later, alright?”

Both boys nod and she smiles again, then makes her way to the door, where she pauses. “Tomorrow I’ll begin teaching both of you how to cook. We don’t need any more kitchen fires.”

Jin Rong looks like he wants to groan. “Yes, Mother…”

“Thank you, Madame Jin!” Wei Ying chirps.

“You’re very welcome, A-Ying.” Then she’s gone.

The two boys sit in silence until the servants come with water for their baths. Wei Ying grabs Jin Rong’s sleeve before the older boy can step behind the screen to bathe. “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry?” Jin Rong echoes. “Why?”

“I… I got you in trouble,” Wei Ying says. “Sect Leader Jin was mad. I’m really sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Jin Rong says. “Mother didn’t mind, and if she doesn’t mind she won’t let Father do anything.”

“But…”

“It’s fine,” Jin Rong insists. “It was an accident! If Father’s going to blame you for the rice being too high up, then…” He cuts himself off with a cough. “Go take a bath, you’re filthy.”

Wei Ying giggles. Jin Rong grabs a clean robe and throws it at him. “Okay, okay! I’m going! But Ge- Um, but Jin-gongzi needs to bathe too!”

“Shut up!” Jin Rong snaps, stepping behind the screen. “Why are you calling me ‘Jin-gongzi’ all of a sudden?”

“Well, Jin-gongzi is the heir to the sect,” Wei Ying says lightly. “And I’m just an orphaned street rat, after all! Your reputation would suffer if I was too familiar with you!”

Jin Rong’s spice-covered outer robes come flying over the screen and land on his head with remarkable accuracy. “Shut up!” he says again. “…Just call me Gege. It’s fine.”

Wei Ying stares silently for a moment, then smiles to himself as he peels off his dirty clothes and hops into his own bath. “Yes, Gege!”

“Um,” Jin Rong says. There’s a silence broken only by the splashing of water. “Can I call you Didi?” he blurts out.

Wei Ying’s smile stretches even wider across his cheeks. “Yes!”

He hears Jin Rong laugh. “Okay… Didi!”

Wei Ying giggles. “Okay, Gege!” he chirps.

…

After cooking lessons (a disastrous idea, Jin Rong thinks; Wei Ying is small and clumsy and keeps knocking things over, but Madame Jin just laughs and picks them up again), Madame Jin insists on teaching Wei Ying cultivation.

Jin Rong can’t deny being happy about that. He’s older than Wei Ying so he gets to be his shixiong, and he’s stronger and faster so he gets to show him how to do everything! And Wei Ying watches him practice with wide, awed eyes and shouts praise across the field like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. And he learns fast! Within just a few months he’s already excelling at the basics. Every time he figures something new out, he always comes running to show Jin Rong before anyone else, even Mother.

His little brother is so cute. He bets none of the other sect heirs have such cute siblings.

(He’s definitely better than Jiang Cheng’s sister.)

“Gege, Gege!” Wei Ying looks over and grins at him, waving his practice sword (not even seeming to notice the weight, Jin Rong notes with some pride) and forcing the nearest disciples to duck out of the way.

“Didi.” Jin Rong has to drop his own sword as Wei Ying bounds across the training field and throws himself into Jin Rong’s arms. “Shouldn’t you be training?”

“I’ve been training all morning,” Wei Ying whines, leaning his full weight against Jin Rong. “Gege, we should do something fun!”

“Like what?” Jin Rong picks up his sword, ignoring the way Wei Ying flails to maintain his balance. “We still have work to do.”

“But, Gege!” Wei Ying says. He grins. “I know a secret!”

“Do you?” Jin Rong asks, interested despite himself. Wei Ying has quickly ingratiated himself to most of the servants who don’t directly serve Jin Guangshan, so he gets all the best gossip. “What is it?”

Wei Ying is bouncing up and down on the spot. “Not telling!”

“Yes you are,” Jin Rong says. “You always tell me, you’re terrible at secrets.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!” Wei Ying pouts at him. “I’m not bad at secrets! Just for that I’m not going to tell you, so there!”

“Tell me,” Jin Rong says. “You know you want to.”

“No I don’t!” Wei Ying insists. “I’m not going to!”

“Tell me.”

“No!” Wei Ying folds his hands over his chest. “…Unless…”

Aha! “Unless what?”

…He’s never claimed to be above bribing his brother.

Wei Ying lights up. “I want spicy food!” he demands. “Really, really spicy food!”

“Fine, fine,” Jin Rong says. “We can go down to the kitchen and I’ll talk to the cooks.”

But Wei Ying shakes his head. “I want Gege to make it!” he insists.

“What?!” Jin Rong scoffs. “Sect heirs don’t cook, there are people who do that for them!” At least, that’s what Jin Guangshan had said.

“But Madame Jin said that cooking is an important skill,” Wei Ying says. “And Gege’s cooking is the best…”

“Well… That… Of course my cooking is the best!” Jin Rong says quickly. “I’m the heir to the Jin Sect! I’m good at everything!”

Wei Ying nods emphatically. “Gege is the best!”

“And don’t forget it!” Jin Rong glances over at Wei Ying’s instructor. The woman looks amused, but also a little impatient. “Finish your training for today, then I’ll take you to the kitchen. Okay?”

“Okay!” Wei Ying scoops up his sword again and begins to run back, then turns. “You promise?”

“Yes, yes, I promise.” Jin Rong shoos him away. “Hurry up!”

“Yes, Gege!” Wei Ying chirps. Then he whirls around and scurries back to his instructor.

…

Jin Rong isn’t actually very good at cooking. He isn’t going to admit that to Wei Ying, though. He promised! A good sect heir always keeps his promises!

So here he is in the kitchen, scowling at a bowl of what’s supposed to be congee. “It’s…”

“It looks good!” Wei Ying chirps.

It looks bright red and a little gross. Is Wei Ying just making fun of him? “Are you going to eat it, then?”

“Mhm!” And he actually does. Jin Rong watches in horrified awe as Wei Ying gulps down the entire bowl of congee without a single complaint. “It’s good, Gege!”

“…Really?” Jin Rong asks. “I mean- Of course! Because your big brother is good at everything!”

Wei Ying nods agreeably. “Mhm! I have the best big brother!”

Jin Rong is not flattered by that. He isn’t! “Now it’s your turn.”

Wei Ying tilts his head to the side. “My turn?” he echoes.

Jin Rong sighs. “You promised that if I made you spicy food you’d tell me a secret,” he reminds his brother.

“Oh, right!” Wei Ying grins and beckons him closer, even though the cooks seem entirely uninterested (and probably already know; Jin Rong wouldn’t be surprised if they’d been the ones to tell Wei Ying this little secret in the first place). “I heard Madame Yu is bringing her daughter here from Yunmeng to visit!”

Jin Rong groans, all his curiosity replaced by annoyance. “Again?”

Wei Ying blinks at him, confused. “Again?”

“I guess Mother wouldn’t have mentioned it to you,” Jin Rong says dully. “I’m engaged to Jiang Yanli. Have been since I was born.”

“That’s… bad?” Wei Ying asks.

“Of course it’s bad!” Jin Rong complains. “I don’t like her. She’s boring, and she’s no good at cultivation! But Mother and Madame Yu decided we were going to get married, so I don’t have a choice.”

“But if you don’t like her then why don’t you just tell Madame Jin?” Wei Ying asks. “If she knew you don’t want to marry Jiang Yanli…”

“You think I haven’t tried that?!” Jin Rong snaps. There’s a brief clatter as the cooks scurry off to look busy. “You think I’ve got a choice? Are you stupid?!”

Wei Ying flinches. “S-sorry!”

“Of course Mother knows I don’t want to!” Jin Rong continues, ignoring him. “She just wants me to marry her best friend’s daughter! What I want doesn’t matter! And Jiang Yanli isn’t helping, she actually wants to get married!”

“But… that’s not fair,” Wei Ying says quietly. “Mama said that marriage is supposed to make people happy.”

“Well, it doesn’t work like that!” Jin Rong snaps. “Don’t be such a kid!”

“So what if I’m a kid?” Wei Ying whines. “You’re a kid, too!”

“Yeah, well…” Jin Rong shoves the younger boy, hard enough to knock him back a step. “I’m older, so I know better!”

“Gege knows lots of things,” Wei Ying agrees far too quickly, steadying himself against the counter. He’s staring at Jin Rong, eyes wide.

Jin Rong sighs and forces himself to relax, reaching out to pat his brother on the head. “…Sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.” Mother always says a good sect leader should know when to apologize.

“It’s okay!” Wei Ying insists. “I don’t mind!” And he smiles, bright as the sun.

His little brother is just so cute. “Jiang Yanli’s going to be so jealous,” he says proudly.

Wei Ying tilts his head to the side. “Why?”

Jin Rong scoffs and pokes Wei Ying’s forehead playfully. “You’re so dumb, Didi,” he teases. “Obviously because my little brother’s way better than hers!” All Jiang Cheng does is whine and yell at Jin Rong. He bets Wei Ying will be way better at cultivation than that kid, too, once he’s had more practice!

Wei Ying blushes bright red, a delighted grin spreading over his face. “Gege’s the best brother, though!”

Jin Rong tries to stop himself from smiling. In the end he has to turn away so Wei Ying can’t see. “Obviously I’m the best,” he says. “I’m the heir to the Jin Sect of Lanling! I’m the best at everything!”

“Except cooking,” Wei Ying points out with a mischievous little giggle and a smile in the direction of the cooks.

“What- You said it was good!” Jin Rong complains. “You liar!” He lunges playfully at his little brother, all remaining annoyance forgotten.

“It was good, it was good!” Wei Ying yelps, scrambling away from Jin Rong’s hands.

“Too late! I don’t believe you!” Jin Rong grabs him and sets about his brutal vengeance.

“Gege!” Wei Ying shrieks with laughter as Jin Rong’s fingers dig into his ribs. “Stop it, stop it!”

“Never!” He tightens his grip. Wei Ying howls. “If you lie to your brother you have to face the consequences!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Wei Ying tears himself loose and runs to hide behind one of the cooks. “I won’t do it again!”

“Hey, get back here!” Jin Rong can’t stop himself from laughing. “Cultivators should never run from a fight!”

“It’s important to avoid fights you know you can’t win!” Wei Ying retorts, peering around the woman.

“So you admit I’m better!” Jin Rong crows, ducking around the cook. Wei Ying circles the other way.

“Only until I get more practice!” Wei Ying insists. “I’m going to beat you one day!”

The cook laughs. “Boys- Ah, Jin-gongzi, Wei-gongzi,” she corrects herself. “If you’re going to run around, don’t do it in the kitchen.”

“Sorry, Auntie!” Wei Ying chimes.

“Sorry,” Jin Rong echoes. He grabs Wei Ying’s wrist. “Come on, Didi, let’s go!”

They run from the kitchen, leaving the laughter of the cooks behind them.

“So,” Jin Rong asks, “you’re going to be better than me, huh?”

“Mhm!” Wei Ying nods. “I’m going to be the best cultivator ever, and then I’m going to stay by your side and protect you forever!”

…His little brother is the absolute best. “You can’t do that,” Jin Rong says, mostly to keep himself from doing something embarrassing.

“I can’t?” Wei Ying asks, eyes wide and sad.

Jin Rong nods. “Mother said, remember? I’m your big brother. It’s my job to protect you!”

Wei Ying’s face lights up and he bounces over to wrap his arms around Jin Rong’s neck. “We can protect each other!”

Jin Rong returns the hug. “Yeah. It’s a promise!”

(And sect leaders should always keep their promises.)

[achromaticstars-archived]

“ i won’t let you fall. ” (for Sizhui)

concerned starters |still accepting| 

Night Hunts were still new to Sizhui despite all the teachings that he received from Lan Zhan after he was brought to Gusu to live. It was the place where he was safe from the other Sects. Besides no one knew about the Wen blood that ran through his veins, a secret that had been hidden for his safety. The memories of his past were still blurred though, he couldn’t recall anything from his childhood. 

It was because of Lan Zhan and him being allowed to stay in Gusu that he had survived. Who knows what would have happened to him if Sizhui hadn’t been found in time? He most likely wouldn’t have lived, he was only a small child who was unable to take care of himself. 

He wasn’t the person that he was today. 

The Night Hunt was supposed to be an easy one, but he had learned quickly that there was a chance that things were unable to be that easy. It was the reason why Sizhui didn’t let his guard down especially if he was by himself. Plus he didn’t want to disappoint Lan Zhan even though the man never seemed disappointed when he messed up during training. 

Training and actually Night Hunting were two different things though. 

Sizhui did listen to the concerns that were given, concerns that the people had because of the events that were happening in their village. It seemed that they were being targeted by an unknown entity that seemed to be fueled by anger, it tended to appear on a daily basis at night. There was always some type of destruction by the time the entity left as the people were lucky that no one had gotten hurt yet, but it was unknown on how long that was going to last. 

He wasn’t going to let the people suffer for any longer especially with the chance that it could go after an actual person. He needed to see what this entity was before actually being able to do anything. If he could do anything at all. There was a chance that he would have to call on assistance from Hanguang-Jun if the hunt ended up being something that Sizhui was unable to deal with. Despite the other disciples that would be with him. 

It wasn’t the first time that they had to call for help as he had heard the stories about past Night Hunts. Ones that obviously would serve as a lesson for the ones who were learning how to deal with the future Night Hunts that they would be going on. 

Of course, nothing went as Sizhui had planned. This proved to be harder than he expected, it was the reason why he had reached out to Lan Zhan for help. It was the injury that required that help to be called and because this entity was still causing chaos among the village. 

The throbbing in his leg was the source of his pain despite doing his best to keep his emotions in check, it was more important to deal with this unknown force first. He could wait. The pain wasn’t going to be able to stay hidden forever as the person who raised him was quick to notice once the entity had been chased off. 

Being pulled up to his feet carefully, he nodded at his adoptive father’s words despite being unable to call him that. Sizhui was only allowed to call him Hanguang-Jun as he learned from a young age despite the close bond that they had. Even the habit of calling him rich-gege had been stopped after getting it through his head on how he was supposed to address Lan Wangji 

“Thank you, Hanguang-Jun.”

[oh-beyond]

Lost and enchanted AU - Part 3 of 3

EXO as animals series: Lay

You don’t remember anything where where you? Was this heaven? It most probably was because unicorns weren’t real, neither was the boy that lived with them, neither his looks or behaviour…

Lay x Reader

Unicorn AU/Fantasy/Romance/Fluff/Have faith… maybe more…

Masterlist

EXO hybrid series

< Part 2 - Epilogue >

Yes of course, of course it wasn’t real, why would this man that had you between his arms inside a giant butterfly cocoon wrapped around red petals having long hair that was actually manageable in this magical place be real?

It’s been annoying lately, you saw him more frequently, every night, you loved him, but he wasn’t yours, not anymore, his job was more important, it always was… you were second plate, love had no space in Dr. Zhang Yixing’s life, his duty was to be a good researcher, nothing else mattered.

Of course he’d be in the lab, where else could he be? You didn’t really know why you wanted to see him one more time, it’s been too long since the ink of the divorce papers dried, who’s fault was it? Weren’t you patient enough? Were you selfish to ask him to chose between you and his research? Or perhaps it was him who didn’t appreciate you? All those nights you asked him to get to bed early, all the missed dinner dates… were you both wrong?

You wanted to see him, your magical unicorn, he always knew how to place his warm hands over your temples to make your headache disappear, the same headache that you held for months that no pills or naps cured, it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t Yixing’s loving touch.

Like always, you parked your car far in the parking lot, you watched him through the window, wearing his white lab coat and his lab glasses, his hair pushed back, the concentrated look as he worked away, you wondered if he ever missed you, it seemed like he was waiting for you to leave the house because he never called, he never did what you were doing right now, and he seemed complete…

Early shift, everyone hated it except you, means you will get to finish early and have the rest of your day off, the morning customers were also easier to please, they were all in a hurry to get to work on time.

“Why don’t you get the coffees? I bet she’ll love to see you?”

“No Luhan gege, I know she won’t, just get it already we are late”

“We are always late, you make me drive all the way here just to get her to make you coffee”

“It’s the only thing I have left, the only thing that makes me feel I’m still human and not a machine”

“Listen to Lu-ge, get your woman Xing, you have to try at least”

“I don’t deserve her gege, never did, now go get me that coffee”

“You are so stubborn dude, wait here”

Yixing watched from outside as you greeted Luhan with your big smile, he’d do anything to hold you again, anything to hear your stories about rude customers that return the coffee for being cold, or how you needed a neck massage that he never gave you, wondering if anyone was lucky enough to touch your skin at night, if anyone was filling that empty space he’d created.

“Good morning, the usual?”

“Yes please”

You smiled, why wasn’t Yixing able to smile? Did he lose the ability when you left or was it before? Is that why you left? Because you always mentioned how you missed his dimples, those that he hid, those you loved in his face.

“Here you go sir” you handed Luhan the takeaway tray with 2 paper cups of coffee, Luhan took them “wait! I forgot the extra tissues”

“Excuse me?”

“The extra tissues, you always ask for, I know they are handy”

“Oh yeah sure”

Extra tissues, because yes Zhang Yixing was a researcher but he was a mess, all his shirts had coffee and food stains, stains that no one took off for him, not anymore…

“Dude, she stopped me for the extra tissues, I thought she saw you and was about to interrogate me”

“She didn’t forget”

“Forget what? That you drink and eat like a toddler? I swear to god I think she spoiled you too much, I wished I could just tell her these tissues are going to be for a good use”

And the days passed like that, you looking at him from your car in the parking lot late at night, and him through the window glass early in the morning, neither of you knew that the other didn’t sleep to see the other as you worked, foolish of you.

“But she has an eye for you Yixing”

“Nah Lu-ge, most probably it’s because we spend so many hours in the lab”

“I mean… I don’t blame her, you know actually even researchers get to live a life, she just doesn’t know that you are a loser that had one and dumped it in the trash”

“Thanks for making me feel so good always gege”

“Don’t mention it Xing” added Luhan with a wink “right gotta go, just be careful she looks too horny lately, if you don’t want her you know where my office is”

Luhan was referring to Dr. Jung Hansu, and of course she had an eye for Yixing, who wouldn’t, perhaps he was the only one that didn’t see her like a piece of meat.

“Hi doctor, you are still here? It’s too late” she said closing the door behind her tying her hair into a high ponytail before placing her lab glasses on”

“Hi Dr. Hansu, yeah well I have stuff to do, so I better keep going”

“Don’t you… do anything besides the lab?”

“No I have no time”

“I swear if I didn’t know that Dr. Luhan is too straight to be otherwise I would of thought you were a couple, you are not gay are you?”

“WHAT!?” exclaimed Yixing raising his gaze at her and making an actual eye contact.

“I am sorry sunbae (senior), too blunt? Yes too blunt, excuse my mouth diarrhoea”

“What makes you think something like that?”

“To get your attention, so… you are not gay are you?”

“No I am not, I was married and I didn’t appreciate her enough, and to save you time, I’m still in love with her”

“Really? OMG I’m so sorry… why don’t you get her back” said Hansu getting closer slowly.

“I don’t deserve her”

“Then you don’t love her, then that would give me some hope” Hansu took the liberty on placing her hand over his shoulder, Yixing looked at her hand and as an instinct he returned the smile, innocent act…

It was just a bad timing because your tears were already shedding, Yixing had time for love, you saw it, he was smiling at this colleague, why were you upset? He was free, this wasn’t cheating, Yixing moved on you thought, you couldn’t see no more of this, tearful lonely night.

However Dongjun your most loyal costumer visited the following morning, he always had the ability to make you smile, this morning wasn’t any different, and this time when he pushed his business card along with the money you pulled it to your side with you index finger, silently Dongjun made the happiest silent expression “really?” he whispered taking his change back.

“Not making any promises Dongjun-ssi”

“It’s enough for me”

And what it looked like a nice agreement between 2 people, was in reality the horror or Yixing who saw everything, and Luhan who actually heard everything being the next customer in the queue, Yixing felt like a stab in his heart.

“So basically he hasn’t taken any holidays for over 17 months, can’t you force him to take holidays manager-nim?”

“Dr. Luhan I cannot force anyone to take holidays, perhaps he wants to take them in one go for an occasion?”

“Is getting his wife back occasion enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t sleep and barely eats since his divorce, his ex just needs a little push and they’ll be back together, believe me, he needs this, and all be for the cause of science, he will work a lot better being happy”

“I don’t want dramas Dr. Luhan”

“Trust me!

“What do you mean you booked me a holiday? And where? Fiji? Are you out of your mind Lu-ge?”

“Nope I am not, I actually took your credit card and man you are loaded, spend it before you start getting white hair and wrinkles”

“You took time off for me, booked a flight, a hotel, all without asking my opinion?”

“Hmmm, I guess I did ha? All non refundable, am I not the best gege ever?”

“Lu-ge~~~”

“Stop whining, I will tell you something, just promise me you will behave”

“What now?”

“It’s ___, that guy… she is going with him to Fiji, as I ordered the coffee today I went to the toilet, I took her purse and looked through her stuff, I saw the hotel name and the dates in the brochure”

“You did what?”

“Oh man it was right there unattended under the counter, too tempting not to, besides you should be thanking me not scolding me”

“So ___ is going to Fiji with that flirt?”

“Yixing, this dude I’ve seen before, he’s been after her for like an eternity”

“So what’s your plan?”

“Just show yourself in a nice place getting some healthy needed tan better than the vampire tone you have developed in the lab, dress nicely, put your hair back, show her that body that has gone virgin again”

“Lu-ge~~~”

“Don’t Lu-ge me, now go shopping for something nice, I trust your judgement”

“Excuse me? Who are you?”

“You’ve never heard of Luhan, Lu-ge?”

You were confused at this customer’s odd question.

“That bastard, he’s never mentioned me not even once?”

“Sir there’s a queue” you said embarrassed.

“This is about Yixing, I need to talk to you” pleaded Luhan with them deer eyes pupils dilating making you almost want to pat his head.

“Alright, I guess… Kwonmi-yah, will you cover for me for 10 minutes?”

“Yah!”

“It’s urgent… Yixing…”

“Oh, sure no problem go, go”

You took off your apron and followed him to an empty table.

“Be quick I have no breaks left on my shift”

“Yixing is going to Fiji”

“And that is my concern because?”

“Because I’ve seen you in the parking lot almost everyday for the past year and half, and because I know you didn’t see or date anyone all this time and because is time for you pigheaded idiots to get back together”

“Well you are wrong, I’m seeing someone”

“So is Yixing, he’s actually going with Dr. Hansu”

“Is he? I’m sure that doctor will be the perfect match for him, they will have things to talk about, just like I will have with Dongjun oppa”

“Oppa… that sounds so cringy, Koreans… I bet you are dying to call Yixing naogong again”

You crossed your arms over your chest “is that all? I need to go back to work”

“I am giving you the opportunity to get him back… Fiji, I have booked a room for you in the same hotel as him, I will pay for your plane ticket too, what time do you get off?”

“Bu-“

“Time? I need your passport number to buy it”

You couldn’t believe what this man was telling you, you really could use a holiday, Fiji and Yixing meant sun and tan Yixing under the sunbeams… his smile, his dimples, his…”

“At 7, I finish at 7” you replied enthusiastically.

“I’ll be right here”

And Luhan was way too nice to you, after booking your flight he gave you a gift card to go shopping, what you didn’t know is that is was topped with ₩1,250,000 (€1,000 - $1,100) you remembered what he said.

‘Don’t go cheap, buy anything you want, it’s for a good cause’

You bought quite a lot of things and finally you decided to get that Japanese straightening hair treatment that you always wanted, fantasising over Yixing touching your hair was a big deal.

“A unicorn? Really Xing? So your theme is either busy doctor or ‘hey I’m virgin’ type of deal?”

“Gege~~~”

“What? You look like a 14 year old, not even that man, if you wear a t-shirt with a white unicorn with pink hair age 14 you are retarded”

“She likes unicorns”

“Well wear that when you are about to seal the deal, in your own weird cosplay fantasies, she could be Tinkerbell and all that, but not in public please”

Luhan looked through what Yixing bought and actually it wasn’t all bad, he chose for him a white linen shirt and some beige bermuda shorts “this, wear this tomorrow, she will arrive a day after you, try to get out in the sun, you don’t want to scare her, your green veins are more visible than your actual original skin tone”

“Look who’s talking, you are paler”

“Not anymore Yixing, the only darker skin you have is your under-eye circles, besides my paleness is healthy, unlike yours”

As soon as Yixing arrived he took his shoes off, the warm white sand ticking his toes and the incredible view of the sea, the heat touching Yixing’s skin, the smell of the ocean… he sighed and a rush of hope was sensed.

He can make you see him as a man again, all he needed was appear before you, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all, the atmosphere was too romantic, it was perfect, perfect but Dongjun would be the obstacle, when he remembered he knew this time he will have to try harder, not take you for granted, you were the precious source of life he needed to treasure and beg for.

He went to the lobby and was given the key and walked trough the little bridge that would take him to this overwater bungalow, he couldn’t believe Luhan actually booked the most expensive looking one, the last one on the edge overlooking the ocean, too big, too much, his blood boiled thinking that Dongjun had booked something similar for you, this bungalow could convince anyone to do anything.

‘Do anything, do anything, do anything’ played in mantra in his head.

He quickly changed in his swimsuit and rubbed some tanning oil over his shoulders and torso, relaxing in the lounge chair outside the bungalow letting his skin absorb the sun trying to think of the way…

But a much needed sleep and he saw you wrapped in red rose petals…

“Lay!” you said kissing his forehead “did my dress dry? The petals are ripping”

‘So is my heart’ thought Lay in his mind.

__________________________

A/N: Yes I tricked you again, there will be an epilogue of course

Thanks for reading

[megumisbimbo]

- Four -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20​ @tobi--o​

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

put your records on - ritt momney

who dat boy - tyler the creator

goodbye - billie eilish

— put your records on - ritt momney —

(y/n) pov:

It was early in the morning when you were woken up by the sound of rustling. You turn and see Fushiguro frantically getting himself together.

“New mission?” You ask, voice deep and scratchy.

“It was a bit of an emergency, sorry I can’t stay today. But the rest of the sashimi is in the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine Megumi, I promise. You shouldn’t worry so much you’ll get wrinkles.” You say, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” You ask

“No not yet.”

“Then can I play with Kou?”

Megumi gives you a puzzled glare.

“Kou?..”

“Your white dog. I named it Kou! Isn’t it cute!?”

“You shouldn’t get so attached to them you know.”

“Yes yes I know. Now can I play with it?!”

Megumi smiles and summons his white dog, who he noticed has taken a special liking to you. As much as he knew it would be a bad idea for you to get so attached to his shikigami, he couldn’t help but feel all warm inside when he saw you laughing. He finished getting ready and him and his white dog make their way out the door bidding you goodbye. You stare out the window again, noticing that you tend to do that often. Well you didn’t want to sit around all day bored as hell, so you decide to watch a movie on Megumi’s television and finish the sushi from the day before.

Megumi pov:

They looked so cute playing with my divine dog, how could I say no to that face.

“Snap out of it Megumi.” Nobara says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course I was.” I respond, slightly irritated.

“Thinking about (y/n) again?”

“WHA- WHY- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT??” I say, startled by her question.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch I guess.”

Itadori walks outside and greets us with a smile. Reminds me of their smile...stop it Megumi you’re going insane.

Ijichi-san’s black car rolls up beside us and we step into the backseat. He drives us to the Juvenile Detention Center in West Tokyo. We step out of the car and walk towards building two.

“Our windows confirmed a curse womb approximately three hours ago. Five inmates are currently trapped inside along with the curse. Curse wombs that grow and change shape can be expected to become a curse close to that of a special grade. You are not to engage.”

I know that a curse of special grade ranking should be dealt with by a special grade sorcerer. Where is Gojo-sensei?

“Satoru is currently on a business trip.”

Of course.

A woman comes running towards us, stopped by the gate guards.

“Is Tadashi...my son. Is my son ok?!?”

I turn and see Itadori’s face turn pale. He needs to stop letting his feelings get involved.

“We cannot disclose any more information at this point.” One of the guards explains.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki. We have to save him.” Itadori says.

“Of course.”

Ijichi-san lowers the curtain and I summon Kou.

“If it gets close, Ko-... my dog will let us know.”

“Let’s do this.”

— who dat boy - tyler the creator—

We walk into the building and are immediately caught off guard. The whole place is a maze. I turn around looking for the entrance.

“Damn. Where’s the door?”

Kugisaki and Itadori panic but I explain that Kou would be able to sniff it’s way out, since it remembered the scent of the entrance.

“You’re so reliable Fushiguro.” Itadori says with a smile, a familiar glint in his eyes.

He reacts the same way (y/n) does. They really must be close.

We walk deeper into the maze and find the work yard where the curse had first been seen. A mangled up body lay across from us. Itadori walks up to the body and pulls on the shirt he was wearing.

Tadashi Okazaki

“Is it that woman’s son?” Kugisaki asks.

“We’re bringing this body back. His face isn’t that messed up. She won’t be satisfied if we just tell her that her son is dead.” Itadori responds.

I grab onto his uniform and pull him away from the victim.

“Leave him. We have to confirm that the other two are dead.” I say, knowing exactly who this man is.

“Everytime we look back the path is different. How’re we gonna get back here?” Itadori responds.

“I said leave him. I never said we were coming back. He’s not even worth saving alive, why would I save his dead body.”

Itadori grabs onto the collar of my jacket.

“What’re you talking about?” He says, anger laced in his tone.

“This is a juvenile detention center. I read about what he did to get in here. He was driving without a license and hit a girl who was walking home from school, and that was the second infraction. I know you want to save everyone, so they can die a natural death, but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill someone else in the future?”

Itadori looks at me with a blank stare. Anger festers within him. I can feel his energy shifting.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME!?”

I...can’t answer that.

Kugisaki’s voice tears us away from each others stare.

“Knock it off you two! This isn’t the time or-“

Her body being sucked into a hole on the ground cuts her sentence off. We both stare blankly at the spot where she was standing.

No way.

“There’s no way...my divine dog would have-“

I turn around and see Kou’s head sticking out of the wall. Completely dead. My heart sinks. (y/n).

“Fushiguro!”

I turn towards Itadori, fear building up inside me.

“Run! We’ll find Kugisaki after we get away-“

My words are cut off by the immense amount of cursed energy I suddenly feel beside us. The special grade.

I can’t move. Neither can Itadori...I think.

Itadori suddenly swings his slaughter demon upwards in hopes of at least wounding the special grade. It proves absolutely futile when both the slaughter demon and his hand fly through the air landing a few feet away from us. I look back at Itadori and find his arm gushing with blood.

We’ve lost.

“Fushiguro. Run. Find Kugisaki. Let me know when you get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Fushiguro...Please...”

My heart sinks as I see Itadori’s pleading smile. I know he’s strong, but he’ll die if I leave him with this curse.

Wait.

I nod and find my will to move. I run as fast as I can through the building desperately searching for Kugisaki, my black divine dog leading the way. I finally reach her and, using my frog shikigami, pull her away from the curse that was holding her. We both manage to escape from the building. I drop her off with Ijichi-san, and my divine dog lets out a howl, signaling our escape.

Please let him make it out.

Ijichi-san explains that he’ll take Kugisaki to a doctor, and insists that I come along with him. I refuse and opt to wait for Itadori outside the building. I ask him if he could do his best to bring a sorcerer higher than a grade one when he returns. Although it isn’t likely he will, he agrees and drives away with Kugisaki safely tucked in the backseat.

I wait for what feels like ages. Suddenly, I notice the expanded dormitory has disappeared, which means the special grade curse has died.

Now if Itadori would just come back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar sinister voice.

“If it’s about him, he’s not coming back.”

My whole body tenses up at the sound of that demon’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m in a good mood right now. Let’s talk.”

Where’s Itadori? He should have switched back by now.

“He seems to be having some trouble, but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll switch back. So I thought about what I could do in the meantime.” Sukuna says, an evil grin creeping across his face.

I watch as Sukuna buries his fist inside Itadori’s chest and rips out his heart. My eyes widen as I watch him hold Itadori’s still beating heart in his hand.

“I’m taking this brat hostage!”

He can live without the heart but...Itadori can’t. He’ll die if he switches back.

“Itadori will come back, even if his death is the result...that’s just the type of person he is.” I say, my heart racing.

“You think too highly of him. Just a while ago he was so scared while on the verge of death. He was a mess you know. Talking about (y/n) and why he’s sorry and how he’ll miss them. How pathetic.”

(y/n). Dammit.

My mind is racing as I stare at Itadori’s body, covered with tattoos and gushing red hot blood.

I’ll try and make him restore Itadori’s heart before he comes back by convincing him that he can’t win with a heartless body. I have to. But is that even possible? For someone who couldn’t even move in front of a special grade curse. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.

“I’m finally outside, Let’s make use of this space!”

I quickly summon Nue to fight Sukuna. Although I’m using my shikigami, I’ll fight him myself as well. I think I manage to land a blow, but it’s quickly blocked.

“Put some more curse behind your blows!” Sukuna says before punching me in the face.

I summon my Serpent and with the help of Nue, I manage to restrain Sukuna.

“Don’t give him a chance!” I yell to my shikigami, hoping that I’d be able to hold him long enough to land a critical blow.

I watch in shock as Sukuna rips my Serpent apart, freeing himself. Without a second to think, I find him grabbing onto the back of my shirt, flinging me into the air. He follows me up into the sky and hits me hard against the back of my head. I fly aimlessly through the air, but Nue scoops me into its wings and softens the blow of the landing. I turn and pet it’s head.

Nue is at its limit. I have to undo the spell before it’s destroyed. I carelessly used my shikigami and now my Serpent and Kou are both destroyed.

Sukuna lands in front of me.

“Your shikigami use shadow as a medium, don’t they?” He asks.

“So what?”

“Hmmm, you don’t get it do you?

I give him a questioning look, still disoriented from the beating I just received.

“What a waste of talent...in any case, I’m not going to heal the brat. He’s not even worth fighting for.”

“Well I save people...unfairly.”

I let out all of my curse, allowing the blue tinted energy to flow through and around me.

“You’re going to get fired up now? That’s good! Well then. Entertain me Fushiguro Megumi!!”

I begin reciting a chant usually done by shinto priests that is believed to summon the dead. Also known as “The ten sacred treasures.” My thoughts are spinning, disorienting me more.

(y/n). What would they think of me? How could I face them if I lose Itadori.

— goodbye - billie eilish —

I stop, realizing the only way to win is to pull Itadori out of his own head, no matter the cost.

“Itadori, I know you can hear me. I didn’t have any logical reason to save you and (y/n) back then. Even if it was dangerous, even if they are a liability, I couldn’t watch good people die. I had some doubts but... ultimately I made a selfish choice driven by my emotions. But that’s fine. So to answer your question...I saved you because...because I’m not a hero. I’m a sorcerer. I never regretted saving you two. Not even once.”

The tattoos on his body begin to fade, and Itadori’s face resurfaces.

“I see...You’re smart Fushiguro and I think the way you live your truth is right. But I don’t think I’m wrong either.”

Itadori’s chest gushes blood and his body becomes limp.

“Ah, it’s almost time for me... Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei...I guess I don’t have to worry about them anymore. Live a long life Fushiguro, and tell (y/n)...I...love....the-“

His body hits the ground creating a puddle of blood. Tears form in my onyx eyes.

I have to go home to (y/n)...what will I tell them. I’m sorry (y/n). I couldn’t save him.