#okikagu moment

[ilyokkgsmiabf]

Okita Sougo didn't realize that he just confessed, right? (Or maybe he did?)

Sougo was the first one who noticed that Kagura was faking the whole thing,

"If their love for you is real, I'm sure they'll notice."

In the anime that's what Sougo said, well in that case, Sougo loves Kagura right? He notices, so he loves Kagura, It came from his own mouth, am I right?

[spiegelgestalt]

Otaes smile and Otaes tears - the Kyuubey-Arc is kinda a shitshow

Still on my Gintama-Rewatch and i've got feelings i need to let go off

So the Kyubey-Arc: Kyubey comes in, takes Otae a way like they are Bowser or something and it falls to Gintoki, Shinpachi, Kagura, Kondo, Hijikata and Okita to get her back.

The good:

The whole toilet battle is a delight, Hijikatas figth *chefs kiss*; all the Okikagu stuff makes me so happy, Taes interactions with the mother in law are wonderfull and show her strengths as a character

But everything else - oh boy oh boy oh boy

rage under the cut (and this is overthinking one of the central conceits of gintama be warned)

lets start that the relationship between Otae and Kyubey is paralled with Kondos relationship to an actual gorilla (equating homosexuality with bestiality) can i just say YIKES!!!

Hijikata not being able to fight Kyubey because she is a ~woman~ UGH!!!

Everyone freaking out about two women getting married

But the worst thing is: Kyubey kinda has a point. She's going about the wrong way, and the criticism that she's being protected and that she's ignoring Otaes feelings are correct but everything she says about shinpachi is true

let's imagine for a second that Otae really wanted to marry Kyubey (Sorachi would never let that happen because status quo is god, and he actually can't imagine a homosexual relationship at this point bless his heart) but let's imagine: if that were true Kagura would be correct that everyone is being a big jerk.

Shinpachi doesn't consider this - he storms inside like a jilted lover and just tries to take Otae back because she didn't discuss things with him, which granted was kind a dick move but it wasn't something she needed to do. He takes it as a reason to ignore her feelings.

Otae stops him. She wants to stay. So Shinpachi berates her because she's always shutting her feelings away and doesn't accept help. She still refuses to follow him. He hits her. Her cheek becomes red and for a moment Otae looks really vulnerable. Than Otae answers with anger and punches back and the whole scene becomes comedic.

I want to stay here for a moment. The slap is not comedic it becomes comedic through Otaes reaction. A lot of stuff Otae has to deal with on a daily basis only becomes comedic because she never shows weakness. Let's put a pin in that.

In a moment Shinpachi will say that anyone who makes his woman cry is a jerk.

Shinpachi my dear - what about the guys who hit them because they're not acting the way they're supposed to.

Because lets face it: Tae-chans fake smile never bothered anyone before. Be honest with yourself, Shinpachi. You didn't want to know. as long as she stayed with you, you were absolutely fine with this. Gintama as a whole series is constantly telling women that they should smile through the pain so that their male counterparts feel better - do you think Tae-chan never cried before?

Kyubey is misguided but her criticism is correct. Shinpachi always needs Tae to be strong. He can't handle it if she weren't. She's supposed to be strong and care for their family home and have a stable income (because Shinpachi sure doesn't have one)

It's the same with Kondo: Kondo depends on the fact that Otae smiles and becomes angry and never mentions that it's actually fucking scary to have a stalker. It's okay that Kondo constantly makes unwanted advances at her work and at her home - she just will hit him and smile. He never gets the hint. She transforms her whole home into a castle. He still doesn't get the hint. As long as there are no tears on the face it's apparently fine to ignore all of your girls wishes. Only sadness is acceptable as a deterrent. If tae became scared or sad it wouldn't be funny anymore. Thank got she's always strong.

This applies to other cases too: The underwear thief for example can only be funny because Tae gets angry and doesn't mention how violating it is to have your underwear stolen. Tae smiles and she smiles and she smiles. And so the status quo can remain.

Kyubey is misguided but she's also correct. There is noone with whom Otae can be weak. It's just that through her samurai bullshit she's forcing Otae once again to be strong.

And so the refutation of kyubey feels hollow. It feels like a story bending backwards to once again protect the feelings of it's male protagonists. Of course Tae wants to return. Of course Tae is happy. Of course Kyubey is wrong. Otae just feels guilty. Why would she ever want to leave.

I usually don't have a problem with the more problematic aspects of Gintama. Hell Kondos stalking is really funny and his interactions with Otae usually bring a smile to my face. But it really grinds my gears when Kyubey is suddenly criticised for something Kondo tries to do the whole time - just Otae likes Kyubey enough (even if it's not romantic love) that it makes her weak instead of angry.

[theturtleducks]

sorry for the late post over here on tumblr but chapters four, five, and six have been posted to ao3 for the reflections between. chapter four - the deception of big couches that look hard but are actually super soft, chapter five -  if you’re a foreigner, you must study the laws of the land, and chapter six -  just because a dog is cute, does not mean that the owner is cute

[kyonkyonsstuff]

It's

called

revenge.

[ameishmash]

[sidsinning]

Kagura made him worry too much ;)

[silverteam7]

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"A pretty face carrying a clean soul" the way he said it gave me all the feels😍 IF IT ISN'T LOVE THEN TELL ME WHAT IT IS They are endgame for me❤

[wintergojo]

the beginning of the end (gojo satoru x fem!reader)

Synopsis: You were fifteen when you met gojo satoru, twenty-five when you married him, and twenty-six when you lost him.

Tags: kinda angsty, suggestive themes, mentions of bleeding, killing, death, kissing, pregnancy, slight nudity, also reader is from the kamo clan lolz, manga spoilers

Word count: 3.9k

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Note: The concept of this fic is shamelessly stolen from an okikagu fic by @/skymetaphors i read before in fanfiction but is now deleted :(( it was inspired by “The Lover’s Dictionary” by David Levithan (´ε｀) the events are also in non-chronological order but all in the same universe/timeline (─‿─)

apathy, n.

you married him twice.

the second one happened just a month after your first one due to the higher-ups’ insistence. they said it was for the sake of appearance because he’s the leader of his clan, because he has a reputation to uphold, and some other nonsense you didn’t bother listening to.

“let’s just get it over with,” you remember telling him right after stepping out of the stuffy meeting room filled with old men’s stinky scent.

you also remember hearing him scoff, grumbling under his breath as he wraps one strong arm around your waist before leading you away.

the ceremony happened at his ancestral home (of course it had to be there) with old farts and notable clan members surrounding you. no close friends or families (you wouldn’t want them to be in that shitty atmosphere either), just conservative fools sitting in a circle watching the both of you suffer in the confines of your shiromuku and montsuki haori hakama while listening to another old officiant drone on and on.

behold, v.t.

you’re bleeding. you're bleeding? oh god you're bleeding. you’re gonna die, aren’t you? you’re gonna leave him alone like everyone else did.

…or so he thought.

complexity, n.

the morning forecast said it'd be sunny for the whole day. yet rain started pouring heavily the moment the clock hit the designated time the two of you were supposed to leave—five p.m.

seven minutes later, the both of you looked like a dumb pair of wet puppies, dancing and twirling in the rain in the middle of an empty road.

you never thought you'd find such happiness in mundane things. but right there, amidst the pouring rain, amidst the sounds of laughing, kissing, and teeth clashing, amidst the feeling of bodies pressed against one another, stealing warmth from each other, you feel happier than you’d ever been.

no umbrellas, no cursed techniques, no responsibilities, no higher-ups, no barriers, no infinity, no humankind relying on his whole existence, just you and him basking in the momentary bliss the unexpected weather brought.

and it was then you realized, you've fallen deep in love with gojo satoru.

distort, v.t.

you felt queasy as soon as you woke up. you told him that the moment he opened his eyes, and he answered with, “it’s morning sickness, babe. you’re literally eleven weeks pregnant,” as he pressed a kiss to your not-yet-visible bump.

but you knew it wasn’t, you knew it was something different, you knew something’s wrong.

so you asked him to stay, please stay. don’t go. don't leave me. don't leave us.

but he didn’t, the world was calling, the people were calling, they needed the strongest.

so when you saw yaga masamichi standing in front of your door, wearing a sorrowful expression, you knew.

“your husband has been sealed, i'm sorry.”

everything else shattered after that.

you were always his, but he was never yours. gojo satoru belongs to the universe, to the galaxy, to humankind, but never to you, nor to his child.

eighteen, adj.

he first met you when he was in his third year, it was april of the year 2007. you were a first year, an innocent lamb.

…he couldn’t be more wrong.

you came from one of the big three sorcerer families, the kamo clan. and not only that, you also possess their most-prized technique—blood manipulation. but why were you in tokyo?

you two weren’t friends, and it’s not because of your lineage. in fact, you weren’t friends with anyone, not even ijichi—your only classmate. but he didn’t care, he had nothing to do with the first years anyway.

four months after he met you, geto suguru massacres a whole village and becomes a curse user. everyone was in shock when they heard the news, yet you didn’t budge. you didn’t even blink.

he hated you for that.

foolish, adj.

he’d never been that grateful to shoko for saving someone else’s life, especially if said life is yours. his lover, his fiancé, his best friend—the only one he had left.

so when he saw you waking up, he wasted no time asking if you wanted to get married right at that moment. he didn't want to wait for six more months because he knew the world will always end up taking what's important to him. he knew you'd be gone eventually, so he didn't want to waste time.

and you agreed, of course you would. he knew you knew you'd lose him sooner or later regardless, he knew you knew your time together was limited, and he knew you loved him as much as he loved you, so why wait?

stupid, stupid woman. choosing to spend her life with someone like me.

glory, n.

the kamo elders called you into the estate the moment they found out you’re getting more and more involved with him. you weren’t surprised, they’ve always had you under monitor ever since you voiced your will to leave the family. from your decision to study in tokyo instead of kyoto up to your current frequent escapades with him.

but just because you had seen it coming didn't mean you liked it, sitting in seizawhile old people interrogated you. what exactly is the nature of your relationship with gojo satoru? are you set in a matrimony with that man? will you bear the child of the six eyes?

you never gave them a concrete answer, you just told them it’s too early to say anything and that it's your choice to get pregnant with whoever's semen you want, they didn't have a say in that.

you also told them that if that’s all they called you for you’d like to leave.

they locked you in the compound right after.

half-and-half, adv.

sometimes you can't help but think if things would've been different if you weren't pregnant. you're sure you would've been sent to shibuya if you didn't have his baby in your womb, and maybe then, you could've done at least something to help your husband. maybe then, you could've prevented him from getting in that state. maybe then, he'd still be with you.

infinity, n.

you looked at the platinum metal in the form of a number eight tilted horizontally adorned on your left hand's fourth finger, then at the man lying beside you.

"why'd you suddenly give me this?"

he pulled you closer to his bare torso, naked chest touching naked breasts, "i didn't have a ring when i asked you to marry me so… there it is."

you scoffed, "you're really romantic, you know?"

he whined, gently manhandling you before laying you to your back and hovering over you as he kissed you silly.

june, n.

you were briefed that you'd be tracing the tracks of a curse user based on their activity. but you didn't expect that curse user to be him out of all people, how come they didn’t recognize his residuals?

"heard you were engaged with satoru, congrats!" the familiar voice came from behind, a voice you hadn’t heard in ten years.

you turned to your back, your frown visible as you slowly got into your usual fighting position. you didn’t sense his presence at all.

“geto suguru.”

he gave you a wave as he wore a smile similar to what he used to give you in high school, except that time you couldn’t tell whether it was genuine or not. was it even ever genuine?

“don’t be so hostile. i'm not planning to fight my junior, especially if it’s satoru’s future wife.”

you never replied, just remained alert to see if he was going to make a move.

yet he never did, he disappeared right after telling you who and where the curse user you were tailing was, leaving you all bemused as to why he was there in the first place.

kinetic, adj.

he remembers hearing your sobs as soon as he entered your quarters in jujutsu tech, he didn’t know why you were so surprised that he was there when he goes into your room every single time if he can’t find you at the grounds despite knowing you’re at school.

you tried dismissing him and acting like your usual self, but when the words “what’s wrong, baby? you okay?” left his lips, your mouth quivered as tears spilled out of your eyes.

he remembers panicking; it was the first time he had seen you cry. hard, at that. he sat you onto your bed as he tried everything he could think of to comfort you, but it just resulted in you crying even harder at his attempts. just like a baby, he thought, failing to stifle a laugh that earned him a glare. he thought you looked cute, scowling at him with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks and red nose and pouty lips.

in the end, he decided to just stay by your side and hold you until your wailing had been reduced to sobs and sniffles.

moments later, you parted from his arms and pulled down his blindfold. your eyes were still watery but filled with conviction as you stated two words that shook his entire being.

“i’m pregnant.”

silence.

…

what?

you're… pregnant? pregnant? what does pregnant even mean? does that mean you're a flag? like the one they put on ships?

no! pregnant… pregnant…

"preg...nant?" he asked, as if a child that just learned a new word.

you nodded repeatedly, your eyes watering once again as you handed him twelve pregnancy tests from the cabinet in your nightstand. all sporting two lines as red as his cursed technique reversal.

he grabbed one and stared at it, as if that'd make one line disappear. he looked at you then at the stick, head moving back and forth as he repeated the action.

he then took your left hand, kissed your knuckles, before pressing his lips against the two bands on your ring finger.

you started crying louder.

lost, adj.

he saw you again when he was in his third year of teaching. he was 25, you were 23. you came from overseas, apparently. you left japan as soon as you graduated jujutsu tech to study college in some foreign country, away from your clan.

you came back two years after getting your degree, though in that remaining time frame you chose to exorcise curses from country to country instead of pursuing your course.

he got all that information from yaga because you still wouldn’t talk to anyone aside from shoko. just like nanami, you weren’t an official teacher at the school, but you were there most of the time, training the students.

midway, adv.

he'd always seen you worn black, if not, then something monochromatic. he wondered if he'd ever see you wear white.

but when he saw you in a blue off-shoulder dress, the shade an exact hue of his orbs, eyes crinkling at him, every other color didn't matter.

nonentity, n.

"we shouldn't do this," you said as you slowly pulled the zipper of his jacket.

he untied your obi, throwing it away as he slipped the kimono off your shoulder, pressing slow kisses onto your jaw, “yep, we really shouldn’t," he replied. his breath was hot as he trailed his lips down your neck, inhaling your scent.

it had been a week since he’d last seen you, and six days since he last heard of you. he sincerely thought you died or ghosted him or something; he never expected you to be imprisoned in your clan’s estate.

he didn’t understand why you didn’t put up a fight, he knew you could’ve easily fought and defeated your other members, yet you chose to go with them and let yourself be locked where you were once roomed.

he looked at you, drinking in your state with you sitting in your undergarments, moonlight illuminating your supple skin slightly adorned with scars.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, tracing your marks as he stared at your eyes. absolutely ethereal.

before warping into your room, he made himself a promise—to get you out of the estate, whether by running away, bargaining with your elders, or maybe killing them.

but for now, he decides, time can wait.

onyx, n.

you were still in an abandoned warehouse when he suddenly appeared. silently sitting with a smile as he watched you slice the grade one curse in half using your blood. he stood up and gave you a clap, making you turn to his direction and frown, "what do you want, gojo?"

he grinned, "nothing! i started missing you so i came here."

you hummed, starting to walk down the stairs with him following behind.

you could hear the smile in his voice as he continued speaking, "i also wanted to ask if you wanna marry me! since we've been together for months and all~"

you froze, stopping in your tracks as you turned back to look at him.

"...what?"

progress, n.

during the three months you’d been talking to him, you had learned a lot of things about gojo satoru. and one of them is how touch-starved and clingy he can be when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable.

like that time.

you were at the training grounds of the school, sitting on the grass while admiring the sky. it was night and since jujutsu tech was located on the outskirts of the city, you could see almost all of the stars twinkling in the sky.

you didn’t need to look to know he was there, his overwhelming aura was enough to make himself known. especially when his way of greeting you is by laying on your side sideways, and hugging your waist as he placed his chin on your stomach to look up at you.

he didn’t say anything, so you continued staring at the celestial objects, not paying him any mind. he sighed, hugging you tighter. you didn’t respond so he did it again, this time louder.

“what is it, gojo–san?” you had asked still without looking at him. you felt him shake his head, mumbling a ‘nothing’ before sighing once again, this time accompanied by a short whine.

you shook your head and bit back a smile as you slowly lifted your hand and started carding them through his hair. he sighed and leaned in to your touch, “i wasn’t in japan for a week, you didn’t miss me?” he playfully asked with eyes closed, half wanting to tease you and half wanting to know your answer.

“i didn’t, no.”

he made a sad puppy sound, pouting as he opened his eyes and saw you softly gazing at him, eyes holding an emotion he’d never seen in someone else’s before. “i would never miss you, satoru.”

quicksand, n.

falling in love with gojo satoru was a gradual process, like stepping on a quicksand you didn't know was quicksand so now you’re slowly sinking into it. you also didn’t know that staying calm would actually prevent you from sinking in any further so you freak out and struggle even more because oh god i don’t wanna fall into this i’m gonna get stuck i’m gonna die!

so you fall faster and fight it more and more until you realize that fighting against it is actually just going to make it worse, but it’s already too late and you’re too submerged into the sand as far as you can be. you’ve fallen too deep and now you can’t get out and you don’t want to get out.

because loving gojo satoru is the best decision you have ever made. and you’re not regretting falling into the quicksand that is his entire being.

resume, v.t.

accepting the fact that you were pregnant was not easy, even though you two had been married for a year or so when you found out you conceived. he had a new set of responsibility in the name of itadori yuuji and ryomen sukuna, not to mention fushiguro megumi who started his first year at jujutsu tech in that same period.

you knew that, so you didn’t want him to have another liability in the form of a wife and an unborn child. your refusal to have him another burden to carry was so intense that you almost, almost left the country to raise the fetus alone away from him and the dangers of bearing the child of the strongest. if only he didn’t discover your plan and stopped you from leaving.

you remember how hard you cried that night, but most especially how your heart broke when you saw gojo satoru in his most vulnerable state, asking for you and your baby to please please not leave him.

so you didn’t. everything went back to normal, although this time you noticed some changes. he had always been protective of you, but he became overly protective when you became pregnant.

never leaving your side if he’s with you during his free time, finishing his missions quickly so he can do yours for you, buying pregnancy books and baby books left and right, even going as far as to talk to principal yaga and threaten the higher-ups to stop giving you missions even though you were still at your first trimester.

he never said it out loud, because gojo satoru was never good with words aside from boasting that he’s the strongest and annoying people, but you saw in his actions that although your child was never planned, he was excited to be a father and meet the product of the love you had for each other.

you now think he might not.

saccharine, adj.

a month after you started regularly training the students, he saw you all alone inside a classroom absentmindedly staring out the window. it was a sunday so there were no classes, yet you were in your usual uniform, sitting on one of the chairs, looking as if you were waiting for someone.

he thinks he once saw you like that when he passed through the first years’ classroom years ago. but whatever.

he didn’t really have anything to do so he went inside, sat at the chair next to you, looked at where you were looking, and stared at you like a weirdo when he got bored. it was the first time he had seen you that close and he thought… you looked kinda beautiful.

he never really bothered getting to know you, sometimes he even forgets you exist.

seeming to sense him staring, you turned to look at him and raised one of your eyebrows, as if questioning him why he’s there when he should be the one asking you that.

“whatcha doin’?~” he asked, playfully, as if to test the waters. he wasn’t really sure how to approach you. especially since you’ve never once attempted to talk to him even when you were teenagers.

you sighed, leisurely leaning back to the chair, looking at him and smiling as you answered, “nothing, really. what are you doing?”

his breath stopped for a moment. you look pretty when you smile.

you laughed, a genuine one. “is that so?”

his eyes momentarily widened beneath his bandages. oh, had he said it out loud?

his head leaned back as his own cackles echoed inside the four walls upon the realization, filling in the silence you were solitary enjoying earlier.

when he stopped, he looked back at you and grinned, propping his right elbow on the desk and resting his cheeks on his knuckles as he stared at your face, “yeah, no doubt.”

tête-à-tête, adv.

after you came back from your one-day honeymoon, kamo noritoshi asked to meet you in a coffee shop near shizuoka.

“i heard from the elders,” he said as soon as you’re seated, “you eloped with gojo satoru two days ago.”

you sipped on your coffee that he had ordered for you, carefully setting it down as you answered, “yes, we got married at the courthouse.”

his face held a slight smile as he handed you a light gold box with a purple ribbon on top. “congratulations, onee-sama.”

you smiled softly at him, holding the item in your hand, “thank you, noritoshi-kun.”

when you got home, you opened the gift with your husband and saw that your third cousin had given you a miniature bow and arrow made out of silver, identical to what he uses as a weapon—the same weapon you taught him to use.

unify, v.t.

your first wedding with him was at the tokyo district court, where you and your now-husband exchanged i dos in front of the judge wearing your normal work attire—albeit yours a little bloody—with mei mei and nanami kento as your witnesses. you had no reception whatsoever, opting to take a day off the following day for your honeymoon despite all the old farts’ resistance (they couldn’t do anything much anyway, what's done is done).

you think that was the happiest day of your life.

vraisemblance, n.

more than two decades ago, a four-year-old boy with blue eyes and a two-year-old girl who can manipulate blood had met for the very first time. the former swore to the latter he’d find her again someday and marry her, when he was already the strongest.

none of them remembers the event.

wife, n.

he thinks marrying you had been the rightest decision he made.

nevermind your clothes, painted with your own blood that had dried during your comatose state in shoko's clinic. nevermind the judge, staring at him like he's some crazy person. nevermind nanami, who sighed when you asked him to be the witness. and nevermind mei mei, who grabbed a paper and listed how much he'd have to pay for asking her to be the other witness.

all that matters is your smile, how your eyes crinkled despite your fatigue, how happy he was when he felt your soft lips against his, how the corner of nanami's mouth lifted when you said your i dos, and how mei mei left the courthouse smirking without asking for the money.

but what he remembers the most, was just when he started thinking you weren't in the right state to get married, you took his hands, looked him straight in the eyes, and said those three words for the very first time.

i love you, satoru.

xenon, n.

october 31, 2018 at shibuya city, tokyo, japan.

muta kokichi latches onto itadori yuuji’s ear. “there isn’t much time. i’m only gonna say this once.

“gojo satoru… has been sealed.”

yearn, v.i.

"hey sensei, when did you realize you love kamo-sensei?"

"hm? you sure you wanna know, yuuji?"

"absolutely!"

"hmm… when i tried thinking about living without her and thought i'd rather die."

"geez sensei, that was cheesy."

zeal, n.

inside a certain ancestral home, a notebook that served as a journal of an expecting woman when she was a young girl has its pages open.

my future goals:

1. be the strongest woman ever to be born in the kamo clan

2. help noritoshi-kun be a strong sorcerer and see his mother

3. marry the strongest man alive and be with him forever

Ps. I wanted to write about the culling game but it was too complicated thinking what it would be like for a preggy sorcerer lol.

Thank you so much for reading! 🤍 Interactions are appreciated *kisses* (but srsly pls tell me how i did)

[arasei]

Halloo halloooo! I checked your old fic recs and I’m now reading Little Hell by Countingcrows (currently at chapt. 9), and I’m loving it soo soo muchh so farr! It haven’t updated in a long while though. Will it ever update again, I wonder? :((

That said, do you, by any chance, have more okikagu— or just gen gintama— fic reqs?

Ps. I have been binge watching your fics and now at Hotel Del Sol. You mentioned writing about the mafia AU multi-fic in there, so I’m soo soo very excited to read it next!! ♡

Hello!!! It's awesome to see there are still plenty of okikagu readers out there, thank you for keeping us authors going! I can't wait for you to begin reading the mafia au, I'm very excited about the story 🤭 I hope you enjoy Hotel Del Sol!

I actually still chat with CountingCrows to this day haha, she was very happy to hear your praise but she told me to relay to you that she's a sagittarius and therefore terrible when it comes to commitments hfkbgdmd (I, however, am an aries and am nothing if not persuasive; I don't wanna get your hopes up, but 2022 may finally be the year of Little Hell's return 👀)

As for recs, I have plenty to go around!

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OKIKAGU FICS

Not sure how old you are, but some of these fics lean or the mature side of things (smut, death etc) so be warned 👀

Innocence and Darkness by blunderingcloudwalk (18+)

One night is all it takes to turn their worlds upside-down.

This fic is sooooo well written, the first few chapters hurt a LOT cuz of all the angst but I promise you it gets better. The latest chapter was super fluffy and sweet, I can't wait to read more from this author!

I choose to be happy by onefortheluna

When he'd collapsed in that alley way, he'd really thought it was finally his time. All these images, these memories, they started flashing before his eyes.

He was sure if he called for help someone would hear and come. If he forced himself to he could get himself to stand and drag himself out of the darkness.

Instead, he stayed there. He's realizing that he's actually been waiting for this moment to come. And now that it's here, he won't let it slip out of his hands.

Yeah, may be he silently did pray for this every day of his life. An escape. A get away. Anything that would take him to his sister.

He's a jerk. He's an ass. He's a piece of shit. Selfish and cruel and a coward and he deserves to die alone.

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She's staring at her lap, and he stares at her back. When she speaks, he can barely hear her. She says he's sick. Her voice is so small.

Is it something serious.

She doesn't answer. It can be treated, is what she says.

What is it?

Cancer.

He pauses. Oh.

Yeah. His sister had cancer too.

I haven't finished this fic yet but it's been on my to do list for a LONG time, it provides great insight into Sougo's character and I remember reading it at 1am and crying real bad, it was so so good 😭

Killer by Advocaat (18+)

In the glamorous, perfumed pleasure paradise of Yoshiwara, a discreet nighttime killer has sunk their fangs. Girls are being murdered in their futons and Hinowa and Tsukuyo determine that the only way to lure out the perpetrator is to dangle a bait he can't resist.

Enter: Kagura

AAAAAAAA this fic is truly one of a kind, so much mystery and drama, and it's written so well! The pacing is fantastic and the plot easily draws you in! The only problem is that the author hasn't updated in a while which is a shame since the story was getting so good. I'd still recommend reading it tho, you never know when they might suddenly come back haha

Lacuna by aruminiumu (18+)

The Shinsengumi are investigating a series of kidnappings all throughout Edo, the severity of which necessitates unorthodox alliances with partners both willing and unwilling alike.

Sougo struggles to play nice with others; Kagura gets caught up in others' messes. Everything is different and nothing has changed.

I read this one a while back so I don't remember much of it (I also don't remember if I finished it hfrhtjdm) but it was super funny, and the plot was interesting! Kamui is also a major character which is always fun 😉

Captain Goes Down with the Ship by aruminiumu

Series of random, unrelated interactions between and around Sougo and Kagura.

Story tones and styles will depend on my mood, so hopefully there’s a bit of something for everyone.

Another fic by the author of Lacuna, they have such great humour. I read this one last year so again, I don't remember much about it (sorry aruminiumu hhhgg), but as mentioned in the summary, it's a collection of funny short stories rather than one overarching plot.

Kids Will Be Kids by Kingfishers_game

"Something was wrong. Abuto had known his commander quite a long time, and over the years, he’d become attuned to Kamui’s different expressions. It could be difficult to discern actual thoughts from the commander’s face, given that he was almost always smiling, but Abuto thought he'd become fairly adept at it.

And now he knew something was wrong, because Kamui was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning."

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A recipe for disaster with three ingredients:

1) a police officer with a sadistic streak

2) a bloodthirsty space pirate

3) the only thing in the entire universe that can get them on the same side—a girl. Of course.

This fic hasn't updated since 2020 which is a travesty because it was crazy good 😭😭😭 I'm not sure where the author went, but I hope they're okay. If you don't want to read an unfinished fic, they have other okkg shorts that you can check out!

A Seasonal Affair by purple_umbrella

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, dinners by candlelight, or whispered affections. He only kept barreling into her life to harass her. There wasn’t ever a chance she’d fall for anyone else, really.

I read this one years ago, it was rlly cute! Yet another author with plenty of okkg fics to go around, so do check those out as well 😌

Change of Plans by Saffyyy

Becoming his wife is definitely not something she would have ever expected, but she gets used to it.

Came across this one while looking for fics to rec, it's super cute! This author actually writes a LOT of domestic okkg, I highly recommend browsing their other works if you ever run out of stuff to read

Nothing by passivagrestiv

A warning dies in his throat as the wine comically spills on her face.

“Fuck,” she sputters and then blows her stinging nose furiously.

“Serves you right,” he sniggers.

(For Sougo, there's nothing like doing nothing with her.)

More! Domestic!! Okikagu!!! This fic was soooo cute, I think it's meant to be set in covid times since they're living together in quarantine, and their daily shenanigans are so sweet.

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GENERAL FICS

Schoolyard Children by unidentifiedpie

"You're a wizard. Didn't you read the letter?"

(Shouyou tries to invite Gintoki to Hogwarts. Before he can get a word out, Gintoki tries to shoot him. Things don't get much better from there.

Or: Hogwarts AU in which the joui four are wizards, Shouyou is the headmaster, and Otose is very done with it all.)

This fic lives in my mind rent free. I hate that it only has one chapter, but it's so good 😭

Antigravity by unidentifiedpie

Six months after the world ends, a samurai and a little girl walk into a bar.

The Joui war was cut short on account of the Earth being blown up. In an unnoticed corner of the universe, Otose watches a seventeen year old Gintoki attempt to raise a four year old Kagura.

Dadtoki. That's it, that's the fic. This one was also written by unidentifiedpie, who is an amazing author. I actually recommend all of their fics because they're all very introspective (not to mention beautifully written), but I'm especially singling out these two because of how deep of an impression they left on me

Pandemonium by Xparrot

The Yorozuya trio gets an unexpected reward. They really should've checked their daily horoscope before accepting: Beware of old women bearing gifts, don't count your lizards before they're hatched, and be careful when life seems too good to be true, because it might be a sign that everything is soon going to go very, very badly.

I never finished this one, but it's very popular in the Gintama community. Let me know your thoughts on this one if you end up giving it a go because I genuinely don't remember much about it.

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Aaaaand that's it! Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of general recs and I'm sure I've missed plenty of good fics, so if anybody wants to recommend others in the comments, pls feel free to jump in and add to the list!

[flancito22]

Me and my art to ship non canon couples

Ichirukia (I really thought that this would be canon, like, they had it right there! The kid fought the whole soul society just to save her, and she was right there, beside him, fighting with him shoulder to shoulder)

Dramione (yes, they don't have lots of interactions but tell me that it wouldn't be beautiful to see a redemption arc to Draco where Hermione help him heal, and they fall in love, and got married, and that would be the final statement of the end of mud blood/pure blood hate)

Kacchako ('cause yes, I think they can bring the best of each other, if not as a couple at least as besties, I mean, he call her by her name for crying out loud)

Zutara (after last season I thought they would be canon too. Let's face it, there's not a single 14 y/o girl in this world who would actually prefer a 12 y/o over Zuko, and I mean none. Aang was like her best friend. And since Zuko got her necklace everybody kept asking if that belonged to her girlfriend... RIGHT FUCKING THERE)

Karmanami (They are hell out of cute together. Plus, they gave us so little, yet so beautiful moments together)

Nagikae (After that kiss? Yeah, sure, I'm gonna ship them with someone else)

Okikagu (Do I need to explain something here? Do I? As far as I concern they grew up and got married in a wedding that ended up in a fight club)

I have a lot more, but the thing they all have in common is: that none of them are canon.

Shit

[ilyokkgsmiabf]

How come you're in Sougo's back already Kagura?

[writingstarling]

Moving On

This is set in pre Be Forever Yorozuya, also this is my first ever okikagu fic so it might suck but I tried so please be gentle-

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The harsh pitter-patter of raindrops smacked the cold, smooth surface of stone hedges. Each stone names of someone no longer present, all in the same calligraphy work.  In the bitter rain, a figure leaned on one of the stone hedges. Vermillion hair flattened against cold stone; sticky from having no coverage in the rain.

Splish! Splash! Footsteps echoed in the vicious downpour. Inching closer to the redhead with each step. The redhead, however, didn’t spare the sound any notoriety.

“What are you doing here? I should fine you for loitering.”

“...Go away.”

“Huh, that’s even less bite than usual. You’re going soft, China.”

Kagura glared at the older man but remained taciturn. Electing to return her focus to the stone her short hair clung to the very next second. Sougo sighed, extending his olive branch of an umbrella towards the girl. Her glare reappeared with extra vigour.

“Go away, I don’t want your charity, yes,” her voice barely coherent against the boisterous rain. Too tired, too sick, too dismal to reign grief from beginning to make itself home.

He scoffed, “Sadly, this isn’t charity, it’s part of my job.”

“But the Shinsengumi-”

“Not as a police officer.” He paused for a moment. “It was a request from Danna.”

Kagura’s eyes widened. Surprise and hope mixed into her once dull cerulean orbs, giving it a shadow of its old sparkle. She launched off the ground, clutching onto Sougo’s collar like a lifeline. The soft tingle of hope tickled the edges of her heart. “Gin-chan!? You met up with Gin-chan!? Where is he, yes!?”

Sougo stumbled back from the force, but by planting a firm foot on the pavement and realigning his centre of gravity, he stabilized his position. He sported a frown with eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Calm down, it’s not what you think. He asked me to do that on the day he disappeared, I haven't seen him since.”

Gradually her grip slackened, fingers sinking down his torso as her expression morphed into one of heartbreak; glistening eyes sealed with unshed tears and trembling lips. The sliver of hope swallowed by the cold as she plunged back into darkness.

“What,” her voice cracked, and she directed her attention to her sopping wet shoes. “What did he say?”

She could feel the pull of the fabric at her fingertips, riding up and down ever so slightly heaved by the movement of his shoulders. “He asked me to look after you when you start doing something stupid, this is probably one of them.”

Confusion was the first to make its presence known; questions bounced in her head at her guardian’s choice of person. Next was disgust, pointed at her guardian’s choice; her mortal enemy should’ve been the last person to ask for such a favour. Lastly, the undeniable warmth creeping into her heart.

“Stupid Gin-chan, as if a small Chihuahua like you can look after me, yes.” Despite her words, she couldn’t bite back the smile on her face.

“Heh, you’re finally starting to get back into character,” Sougo heckled. “You were so OOC I thought I had the wrong person.”

He continued, “Being the sappy, dramatic heroine doesn’t fit you, being a gluttonous, ugly geroine is more your class.”

“What did you say, you bastard Sadist!?”

“Huuh, are you deaf as well now? I said being a gluttonous, ugly geroine is more fitting for pigs like you!”

“I’ll fricking kill you!” Kagura sent a playful punch to Sougo’s chest; not as strong as her normal punches, but still painful enough to elicit a grunt from the blonde.

Giggling lightly, Kagura pressed her forehead where she had punched him before, subconsciously following the rise and fall of his chest. Somehow, she began to understand why Gintoki had chosen him; though it’d be a cold day in hell before she admits it.

“Thank you, stupid Sadist,” she whispered. 

Tense muscles fell lax as she slumped into Sougo’s figure who — to her surprise — didn’t sidestep to let her plummet and call her the nicknames he frequented in his list. Instead, his body tensed slightly, before sagging down against her, moulding into her form as if she had been a part of him all along. Kagura let it pass, opting on revelling in the tinge of warmth emanating from him.

She felt a puff of air brush the top of her head. A sigh, she guessed. “Didn’t I just tell you? Being a sappy, dramatic heroine doesn’t fit you.”

His chest vibrated, tugging her head along the rhythm, as a snicker passed through his mug. “Looking like an idiot is more your thing, so stop acting OOC and go back to making that stupid smile of yours.”

Heat crawled up her cheeks, dominating her entire face. Confusion, disgust, and warmth resurfacing with a new set of emotions she couldn’t label. Suddenly quelled by the frenzy of unintelligible emotions and questions invading her mind, her fist lunged for his stomach. 

“Who-Whose smile is stupid, yes!?” she shrieked.

Sougo staggered backwards. Hands clutched on his abdomen; his umbrella flung into the mud, forgotten. He groaned, “You brat, I was being nice and this is how you repay me?”

“Shut up! What part of that was nice, yes!?”

“I went out of my way to comfort an ugly pig like you and you can’t even be grateful.” He sighed, shaking his head. “How does Danna even train you?”

“What do you mean “train”, you damn Chihuahua, I’m not some animal, yes!”

“I beg the differ, Ms Piggy.”

Soon enough, they fell into a familiar cadence of battle. Insults and blows exchanged, never missing a beat in the symphony of their affray despite the unaccommodating weather. A sense of normality wormed its way into her heart. As if their planet wasn’t contaminated by a deadly virus; as if there’s no other problem in her life than the constant worry for money; as if her guardian wasn’t missing and presumed dead; as if nothing had changed at all. 

Drained, bruised, and panting, they lay on the cool cement. Embracing the fleeting cold touches showered by nature.

“Hey, Sadist,” Kagura called, her eyes glued to the grey sky above.

“What?”

“You should grow your hair out, yes.”

“Why?” his tone incredulous to the point she could feel him cock an eyebrow.

“I think it’d look good.”

Sougo gave a thoughtful “hmm”. “...Sure, why not.”

“But,” he added, “you have to grow yours too.”

Kagura chuckled. “Alright, yes.”

It was a step. Small, unconventional, useless, perhaps. Still, she was moving beyond the endless loop she wanted to trap herself in; she was moving towards the future. Little by little, she was moving on.

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I haven’t written anything in so long so this probably sucks but I tried so, at least I have that-

[sararaiden]

Redamancy

A post-canon gintsu fanfic. All the flower talk references the Hanahaki disease (since this is a tie-in of an okikagu multichap that had the Hanahaki as a plot device). AO3 link.

It takes them some time to decipher who is the early riser, and in all honesty, it depends on many things. It has to do with the long nights at the pachinko parlor getting more and more sporadic until they are only an excuse for Hasegawa to unwind from his job, in which Gintoki obliges because that’s what friends are for.

Tsukuyo still has to bail him on those nights.

Or maybe it has to do with him drinking less and less alone since it will be a shame to waste the sake Hijikata gives her. So, she pours it for him, and it becomes a sacred ritual at dusk instead of a way to drown his sorrows. Or, perhaps, this is about his empty house and how he was drawn to her, desperate to have an excuse to quell his screams at night now that Kagura was gone. In the end, he stays at her place for weeks, even if that meant fewer hours of sleep because he has to drive back to Kabukicho.

(Until Kondo started coming too and then he had an excuse to freeload on the police’s gasoline and sleep some more on the way back).

Perhaps that will change now that his daughter is back. He realizes that he hadn’t taken her to his house as much as he had liked while he could —because Kagura is still his little girl and she doesn’t need to know how much he wants to ravish Tsukuyo on his desk. Then, he remembers her tired face and her beautiful laugh at Otose’s all those nights they spent at Kabukicho just to be there, only for them to return to Yoshiwara, sometimes drunk and stumbling, sometimes sober and embracing each other in the quiet of the dawn, and he supposes that is enough for the time being. They can’t know who the early riser is when they don’t even take off the day’s clothes before going to sleep and get up because one of them managed to kick the other.

They can’t know it either when Tsukuyo takes those crazy shifts, sometimes at night, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes by day. He has spent months playing pachinko with this: will she be at his side when he wakes up? Will she even come? Their sleeping schedule is so messed up and so unnatural they don’t even bother trying to learn the other’s pattern. Whenever they remain awake plagued by their thoughts doesn’t count either as getting up for they didn’t even get to sleep. It is like this that the fact remains clouded in mystery, much to Hinowa’s chagrin.

It is, indeed, a mixture of a gazillion of circumstances. But one thing is for sure: it reveals itself when he doesn’t waste away his nights in solitude, when the life outside his futon beckons him with all its colors —even if Kagura is away, and the day Tsukuyo starts loosening on the workload she puts on her back and fits herself into his routine too.

Gintoki is the early riser. For one thing is sure: saving cats from trees is less tiring than beating the ever-loving shit out of some thug. If only she knew how good she looks when her palm sends the head of the idiot in case bobbling backward…

Yes, Gintoki follows her sometimes, like a stupid Gorilla stalker.

(Oh, how low the mighty have fallen).

Not because she needs saving, but because he’s bored, and Tsukuyo and her girls know how to put on a spectacle. And still, whatever she is capable of doing in the field stands no chance against what she does to him with her mere presence, the slow rise and fall of her chest, and the sunrays painting gold her hair.

He is glad he gets up earlier than her. With this Gintoki can steal a few moments from her day and not feel guilty about it. He can steal her from Yoshiwara’s claws; the Red District is lucky he still has some shame. Gintoki doesn’t pretend —could never, in fact, know what she thinks but he is aware of this much: Tsukuyo still shares him with everyone who needs him. She’s that selfless.

He, on the other hand, wants to steal her from Paradise. Shame and the utter respect he has for her are stopping him from doing so.

His hand brushes against her forehead, pulling her fringe away to reveal the scar. The marred tissue never made her ugly, but he had a hard time trying to grasp the meaning behind it, just to realize later that she was far braver than him. It is easy to throw yourself into the pits of danger, wishing that maybe your life would end gloriously. It isn’t so easy, however, to cast a part of yourself away for the sake of duty.

It is beautiful, that with her he doesn’t want to fall to pieces, not anymore, and that with him, she can be whole again.

“Creep.” Her voice is hoarse, a blend of the tobacco and the morning sleepiness. She raises her hand from under the covers and grabs him by the wrist. Gintoki just smiles, lazy and unapologetic. “Don’t tell me ya haven’t slept, Gintoki.” There’s a veiled threat in her words yet she loosens her grip and drawls her fingers across the calloused skin of his hand’s palm.

Taking the route of the playful banter is second nature to him, just like kicking asses —his included, is to her. “You didn’t let me, you Terminator, remember?” He slides his fingers between hers and encloses her hand in his, like a predator. He feels the ring biting into his skin; it’s so cold, just like her. Or, to be more precise, how she wanted to be, just that he didn’t let her, and now here they are. Tsukuyo has that sweet expression of complete shame plastered across her face. “Poor Gin-san works his ass off and instead of letting him rest you decide to mounfhgth!”

He licks her hand, but it's futile; she acts like a maiden but she’s hardly disgusted by the actions themselves, just at the mention of them. “Ya are one boastful moron.” She releases his mouth from its confinement and makes a face when a sunray hits her right in the eyes.

Next thing she is snuggling against his chest. It’s dark in there, just what she needs.

“I’m just proud of your stamina.” She sneaks an arm around him and smacks him in the head. “Watch it, Tsukuyo.”

“Ya watch it, Gintoki,” she grumbles against his skin, tickling him. Her lips linger a little above one of his scars, never touching him. For all the “reject womanhood” discourse she loved to throw at him back in the day, she is a courtesan at heart and knows exactly how to silence him.

(He finds it poetic, how after spending a lifetime howling at the heavens, he has finally reached them).

So, he remains silent. The only sound that fills the room is the ruffling of the sheets when he caresses her back and the distant call of a new day several stories down from where her quarters are. He ought to thank Kagura for giving Tsukuyo a mini-vacation to compensate for the ruined free day spent with Hijikata and Sofa-kun.

“Say, do you have a favorite flower?”

It is a strange question. It didn’t rob him of his sleep last night, but he figured he had never asked her. With all the drama surrounding the police captain —and Kagura, but he isn’t thinking about that right now nor does he want to, he thought about the maple leaves of her kimono.

Her voice comes out muffled by his chest. “I hate the cherry blossoms.” He knows. He’s the only one that knows.

“I asked for a favorite one, tho.”

They remain in silence again. She doesn’t get it, why it’s so important, but like many other things, she indulges him. Tsukuyo’s hums almost make him drift back to sleep, until her voice, now clear, stops him from going too far. She has one elbow on the pillow and her hand lazily supporting her head. He feels triumphant, for some reason.

“I don’t know why are we having pillow talk about flowers…” she seems to be mesmerized by how their hands are still interweaved, “but I like those that grow by the riverbank.” She scowls a bit, to which Gintoki brings his lips to her brow. “The ones that are fluffy and with many colors.” He leaves there a chaste kiss, coaxing her to relax. There’s no need for her to get stressed for not knowing how they are called.

“The hydrangeas, aha.” He recoils in time to catch the suspicious glare she regales him.

“I didn’t take ya for a flower enthusiast, Gintoki.”

He isn’t. It’s just that some memories can’t be purged, nor does he want to. It’s funny those are her favorite ones, or at least, the ones she likes the most.

“I’ve lived ten years with Otose.” That in itself, isn’t an answer. Even so, she doesn’t need one. She had let go of his hand and now is combing through his perm with lazy strokes. “They grow on her husband’s grave.” Her movements do not falter. “And we had them by the fence at the temple school, too.” She doesn’t still, doesn’t look at him with pity, doesn’t even look him in the eyes. She lets him bare himself while she continues to mess his hair.

Truth is, she made a mess out of him a long time ago, when Yoshiwara was as dark as his life before the kids came into it.

“Yoshiwara needs a bit of green,” she comments casually. Tsukuyo drops her hand and turns away, reaching for her pipe, and Gintoki pretends he didn’t see her soft smile. She sits up and takes his yukata, draping it over her shoulders. Her fingers lighten the kiseru with grace. “We can plant them in the main avenue.” The tobacco smoke fills the room almost immediately. He doesn’t care anymore. “And then you can plant the ones you like.”

Always the tsundere, avoiding asking the real questions.

He stretches, and circles her waist, his hands resting on her thighs and his chin on her shoulder. He follows the swirly pattern of the cloth, thinking.

“I can’t plant maple leaves, Tsukuyo.”

[kagurakaslana]

Okikagu moment? 👀 Gintama new PV

[mudanonaito]

[eseru-desssu]

Is it just me or I'm still hoping for some OkiKagu moments in the 2021 Gintama Movie?

Might as well make them canon, Sorachi