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atthebell · 7 months ago

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bell atthebell's spiderbit fics masterpost

in chronological order of when i posted them & grouped by canon compliance (i.e. how feasible it would be within canon/lacking in significant plot or characteristic changes). asterisks next to personal favorites/recs.

Canon-Compliant Works

*not quite but we're almost there - early spiderbit, post-bobby's death but pre-regret. fluff & minor angst. Complete, twoshot.

promise me you'll try - spiderbit talk about the egg disappearance and taking care of themselves. Complete, oneshot.

so bad all my bones shake - spiderbit host a halloween party! Complete, oneshot.

*won't you lover chase me down - purgatory spiderbit :D Complete, twoshot.

true love waits - another spiderbit reunion :D Complete, oneshot.

tucked away from the world with you - spiderbit building fluff + cuddling! Complete, oneshot.

*bright as the morning - roier does yoga, cellbit is very normal about it. someone had to write it! Complete, oneshot.

if it's your hands - roier cooks cellbit feijoada while he's sick. Complete, oneshot.

*won't you lover chase me down - purgatory spiderbit! Complete, twoshot. [chapter 2 was for this event]

back to the hedgerows - roier doesn't mind cellbit's murder spree one bit-- in fact, he's very fond of his husband covered in blood. Complete, oneshot.

put to mind of all that i wanna be - spiderbit dancing after their wedding. Complete, oneshot.

the reason is you - spiderbit wedding!! Complete, oneshot.

so much of the living - spiderbit family fluff (w/richas and pepito). Complete, oneshot.

some bright morning comes - spiderbit vow renewal!!! Complete, oneshot.

***push forward push back - spiderbit sparring :DD Complete, oneshot.

nothing more i could ask for - spiderbit family fluff (w/richas and pepito). Complete, oneshot.

it's about spending time together - spiderbit date night! Complete, oneshot.

***i wanna feel your lips on mine - spiderbit weedfic!!!! so much making out :D Complete, oneshot.

*i'll say it a thousand times and every time it gets sweeter - spiderbit being the most obnoxious couple on the island frfr. Complete, oneshot.

every cut another kiss - purgatory spiderbit again! Complete, oneshot.

every sunrise begins a new day - spiderbit family fluff (w/richas and pepito)! the kids find a gift for pai cellbit :D Complete, oneshot

say it in the seconds - roier writes a list of all the reasons he loves cellbit a pros and cons list of being married to cellbit. Complete, oneshot.

Canon-Divergent Works/AUs

Spiderbit Reunions (yes that's its own subclass):

*like a lighthouse always waiting - roier waits for good news after purgatory. luckily, he finds what he's looking for. spiderbit reunion, minor angst, roier-centric, happy ending. Complete, oneshot.

**outpace the dawn - post-reset spiderbit reunion (i am desperate okay) + fluff, with some minor angst. Complete, oneshot.

just to have you in my arms again - spiderbit reunion (once again) + wearing each others' clothes. Complete, oneshot.

**cutting the strings - post-reset cellbit saving roier and getting rid of doied (aka my idea of where that arc would have gone). Complete, oneshot. my pride and joy!

Hybrid/Creature AUs:

*now you surround me - vampire roier & human cellbit who very much enjoys providing for his husband's needs. Complete, twoshot [chapter 1 was for this event].

*flew like a moth to you - hybrids + cuddling spiderbit fluff <3 Complete, oneshot.

*now you surround me - vampire roier & human cellbit who very much enjoys providing for his husband's needs. Complete, twoshot [chapter 2 was for this event].

your creature in the night - spiderbit fae au, featuring fae!cellbit! Complete, oneshot.

***fall on me like night - cat shifter cellbit + spiderbit fluff + cuddling! Complete, oneshot.

Other AUs:

solo pienso en tenerte - obsessedduo <33333 Complete, oneshot. will eventually get a sequel!

#bell.txt #qsmp #spiderbit #qsmp fic #bell fics masterpost #technically the reunions are like canon compliant but getting into the weeds #about canon compliance vs canon divergence is a whole other thing #anyway i THINK this is all of them??#the archive is having some issues rn so i cant fully check

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bloody-bee-tea · 11 months ago

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 14 - Be one with me

The prompt for this was "Be one with me"

Suguru warily watches Satoru fight the curse all on his own. That in itself is not strange–Satoru is the strongest after all–but the bloodlust–that’s new.

It’s almost unbearable to watch how he tears into the curse, how he clearly enjoys its form ripping under his bare hands and Suguru feels faintly sick.

“Satoru,” he calls out when the curse is nothing more than a mangled mess on the ground and it still doesn’t seem as if Satoru is going to stop any time soon.

But Suguru wants that curse for his arsenal, so Satoru is not allowed to exorcise it.

There’s a split second where Suguru fears Satoru didn’t hear him–or worse, decides not to listen–before his head snaps around to him. The motion is so animal-like that Suguru’s heart skips a beat.

“I want to have that curse,” he reminds Satoru, who continues to stare at him, unblinking, unwavering, as if he’s afraid Suguru could vanish the moment he takes his eyes off him.

“You always want curses,” Satoru finally pouts, his entire posture softening and he’s back to the Satoru Suguru knows.

A little lanky, a lot spoiled and more than pouty.

“Well, I have to keep collecting them, so I can keep up with you, don’t I?” Suguru mildly asks, as he holds out his hand, unravelling the curse and turning it into one of Suguru’s orbs.

In all honesty, Suguru is not sure an entire arsenal of Special Grade curses would enable him to keep up with Satoru. Not with how viciously he’s turned, recently.

“I would never leave you behind,” Satoru hisses out, something electric flashing through his eyes, even as he bounds up to Suguru, pressing into his side as if he were an overly affectionate cat. “You and I, we’re the strongest, after all. Only together.”

It used to be reassuring, when Satoru said that, but now a cold shudder runs down Suguru’s back. It sounds more like a threat now, like something Satoru will see through no matter what. Suguru doesn’t want to find out what’s going to happen should he fall too much behind Satoru.

“Together we’re the strongest,” Suguru agrees when it becomes apparent that Satoru is waiting for an answer and to distract himself from Satoru’s piercing look, he swallows the curse without preamble.

It fights its way down Suguru’s throat, making him choke on it, and all the while Suguru can feel Satoru’s eyes on him, following the path of the orb down.

It’s unsettling, to say the least, and for a moment Suguru thinks Satoru might attack him, tear the curse right out of him again, no matter what he has to destroy to get to it.

But as soon as that thought enters his head, the curse goes completely down and Satoru’s face smoothes out.

“Treat now?” he asks, brimming with his usual overflowing energy, all excitement and no murderous intent in sight, and Suguru swears one of these days he’s going to get whiplash by Satoru’s rapidly changing moods.

“Sure,” Suguru agrees, because he misses this and he’s going to cling to as many of these normal moments as he can. “But you’re paying, because you made a mess of the curse.”

“Rude,” Satoru huffs out but his eyes blaze with satisfaction and Suguru can’t tell if it’s because Suguru acknowledged the carnage he left behind or because he agreed to get something sweet.

It’s best not to ask, Suguru thinks and helplessly follows after Satoru when he leads the way to a café he scouted beforehand.

It’s such a Satoru thing to do that Suguru forgets all about his worry, at least for now.

~*~*~

“Something is off with Satoru,” Shoko says as she strides into Suguru’s room and Suguru sighs.

None of his friends know how to knock, apparently.

“Hello to you, too,” he gets out just before she sits down at the edge of his bed.

“Suguru, I’m being serious,” Shoko sternly says and Suguru sits up.

“Why do you think that?” he dutifully asks and tries to push his uneasiness away.

Something is definitely wrong with Satoru, but he’s not going to be the first to say that. He needs to figure out what the others have noticed, first, before he says anything.

It’s probably not that serious anyway, and just a normal trauma response or something. Things with Toji did fuck them over, after all.

“He’s–off,” Shoko says, waving her hand as if that could explain anything. “He’s–he’s never been cruel before,” she finally finishes quietly. “Reckless in his words, and mean, sure. But not like this. He’s deliberately aiming for things that hurt, in every conversation. You can’t even talk to him normally anymore.”

“What?” Suguru asks because that sure as hell is something he hasn’t noticed at all.

There are a dozen different things he finds off about Satoru, but this is certainly not one of them.

“Is he being normal with you?” Shoko asks and Suguru nods.

“Yeah, things are just fine. He jokes and banters like usual. He’s not being mean to me and he’s certainly not hitting where it hurts.”

And if someone could hit Suguru where it hurts, it’s Satoru. He knows him best after all.

“Huh. Maybe I just pissed him off then,” Shoko sighs out and relaxes slightly. “I have been kind of hard on him but it would be such a huge help to have someone else here who can heal. Not just himself, but everyone else, too.”

“But he can’t figure it out?” Suguru guesses.

“He can’t. Or he doesn’t want to, I’m not sure. Like I said, conversations with him are not very productive lately.”

Suguru wants to offer his help, but seeing as he’s the only one who cannot heal himself here, he doubts he could do anything for Shoko.

“Sorry,” he still says, and he’s not even sure if he’s apologising for himself or on Satoru’s behalf.

“Yeah, whatever,” Shoko quietly says. “As long as he’s fine. It was traumatic what you went through, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if it fucked him up, but we’d need to know to do anything about it.”

Suguru wants to say that he doesn’t think they are any more fucked up than they were before but then he remembers the absolute viciousness with which Satoru tends to pound curses into the ground lately and he bites his tongue.

He doesn’t even know why he feels as if he should keep this a secret but it doesn’t feel right to talk to Shoko about this, not when he hasn’t even confronted Satoru about it.

If anything Suguru really should talk to him first.

~*~*~

“Geto, a word, please,” Yaga calls out when Suguru is just on his way back to his room.

He doesn’t know where Satoru went off to after they returned from their mission but he guesses he’s going to find him in his room later anyway, so he quickly jogs over to Yaga.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on with Gojo?” Yaga asks, not beating around the bush and Suguru’s stomach churns uneasily.

If even Yaga noticed something off about him–

“What do you mean?” Suguru asks, playing dumb for now, and he probably shouldn’t shield Satoru, not when he could easily turn to all on them with that bloodlust he’s displaying lately, but it doesn’t feel right to Suguru.

Satoru hasn’t hurt anyone and Suguru will always be on his side.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Yaga chides him but Suguru continues to play dumb.

“Notice what?”

Yaga lets out a harsh breath.

“Something about his energy is–off. Has been ever since that thing with Toji happened. You should have noticed, you two spend all of your time together anyway.”

Suguru’s breath catches in his throat; Yaga is right. Something about Satoru is definitely off, but Suguru was so concerned about his mannerisms, about how he behaved lately that he didn’t even notice that his energy is all out of whack, too.

“I–must have not been paying attention,” Suguru admits, though a tiny voice at the back of his head whispers that it’s more like he didn’t want to see. “I’ll ask him about it, alright?” he promises Yaga, who regards him for a moment before he nods.

“See that you do, we can’t have him going berserk on us,” Yaga finally says and then promptly marches off, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts.

Unease settles around Suguru as he remembers Satoru’s manic laughter as he beats curses to a pulp and the fact that his own energy was barely distinguishable from that of the curse makes Suguru sick to his stomach.

He needs to find out what’s going on, or otherwise Satoru might leave him soon and Suguru isn’t sure he could stand that.

Satoru should be in his room, waiting for him after the latest mission so Suguru hurries, his feet carrying across school faster than they usually do and when he storms into his room, Satoru is stretched out on the bed. He looks over at Suguru when he enters, but even that is somehow wrong, because his body goes still for a moment, tightly controlled before it seems as if he spills himself out over the bed again and Suguru sits down where he stands.

Satoru is off.

“What is going on?” Suguru outright asks and is not surprised when he’s met with Satoru’s usual deflecting smile.

“What do you mean?” he asks, aiming for a light tone but Suguru is too worried to let it slide for now.

“You’re–”he helplessly waves a hand at Satoru. “Something is off, something is wrong, and I need you to tell me what it is, because otherwise I can’t help you.”

“Who says I need help?” Satoru asks, slowly sitting up, though his face is carefully blank.

“Who says you don’t?” Suguru shoots back. “Both Shoko and Yaga came to me to ask what the hell is wrong with you and I couldn’t give them an answer because I don’t know, because you won’t talk to me, but–Satoru, what happened?”

“What do you think happened?” Satoru wants to know, his eyes boring into Suguru’s and Suguru feels like crying.

“Your energy feels like that of a curse,” he finally whispers out, because it does, even though Suguru tried his best to ignore it.

But ever since that incident with Toji Satoru’s energy has been all out of whack and Suguru finally acknowledges it.

“Suguru,” Satoru starts but his voice breaks before he gets more words than that out and Suguru takes a deep breath.

“It’s not just that; it’s your viciousness, your cruelty, and your overprotectiveness,” Suguru goes on because that, too, is something that has changed.

They used to be together a lot, before, but now they are almost inseparable. Satoru sticks to this side like glue, never strays far away, always comes back within minutes, plastering himself all over Suguru. Suguru doesn’t mind it, but it’s–strange. And during fights, too. Suguru can barely do more than absorb the curse at the end, because Satoru is always right there, fighting before Suguru even gets a chance, snarling at him when he tries to call on a curse and it’s not right.

Satoru used to love to fight together.

“What happened?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s certain he doesn’t want to hear the answer.

“Toji happened,” Satoru says after a moment. “Toji happened and I died.”

“But you got better,” Suguru harshly says, because Satoru figured out how to heal himself.

“You can’t heal death, Suguru,” Satoru quietly whispers and Suguru feels as if he’s being choked. “I died. And then–”

“You turned into a curse,” Suguru brokenly finishes for him and buries his face in his hands.

“Suguru, I–” Satoru starts but he falls silent without ever finishing his sentence.

It’s not as if there’s a lot to say. Satoru is dead. What Suguru sees now is just a–a manifestation of energy, desperately trying to remember how to keep a human appearance.

“How?” Suguru’s voice is scratchy but he refuses to acknowledge the tears rolling down his face.

“Regrets,” Satoru carelessly says. “I was supposed to be the strongest. We were supposed to be the strongest. And I–I think the last thing I remember is worrying about you. I couldn’t protect you, you weren’t safe and I–maybe I carried that over.”

It would certainly explain some things, Suguru thinks with a bitter laugh.

“You’re unravelling,” he whispers and Satoru slides down the bed, comes closer to Suguru and now that he knows what to look for he sees how inhuman his movements are.

“It’s hard, remembering how to keep a human form when I could be anything,” Satoru admits. “I’m slipping, sometimes; it’s as if there’s a new set of instincts and I don’t know how to deal with them very well yet. It’s not as if I could ask anyone to practise with me.”

Ice-cold fear grips Suguru when he thinks about how he could lose Satoru; how he lost him and yet could still do so again in the future and his hand shoots out, tightly gripping Satoru’s wrist.

It feels the same as always under his fingers, but maybe Satoru is just concentrating very hard right now.

“Be one with me,” Suguru urgently says, his fingers probably tight enough around Satoru to hurt.

If he still feels that kind of thing.

“Huh?”

“You’re unstable, and Yaga already noticed that something with your energy is off. I can’t help with that, not even by practising with you. But if you–if I absorb you your energy will always be masked with mine. You’d be tethered to me, I could keep you stable.”

It’s a reckless suggestion; Suguru has trouble absorbing Special Grade curses and Satoru is bound to be stronger than that. There’s no guarantee that Satoru will maintain his personality, that being absorbed won’t change him but Suguru has to try.

The thought that he could lose Satoru for real–

“So you can keep me on a leash?” Satoru almost growls out and his eyes blaze an electric blue.

“So I can protect you,” Suguru immediately gives back. “So you don’t leave me.”

It almost feels as if Satoru’s skin is burning under his hand, but Suguru doesn’t dare to let him go, too afraid that he’ll slip right through his fingers.

“Absorb me, huh?” Satoru whispers after a moment, leaning in close and pressing his lips to Suguru’s throat, following the trail a curse normally takes.

His obsession with watching Suguru swallow the curses lately makes a lot more sense all of a sudden.

“Please, Satoru. Don’t leave me,” Suguru urges him and a shiver runs down his back when Satoru chuckles against his skin.

“I turned into a curse because I didn’t want to leave you,” he quietly says and Suguru bites back a moan when Satoru nips at the skin right at the base of Suguru’s throat.

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m a curse now?”

“Why would I mind something that keeps you at my side?” Suguru gives back and really, it’s as easy as that.

As long as it means Satoru can stay, Suguru wouldn’t mind anything.

Instead of answering Suguru, he feels a tug on his own energy; Satoru urging him on to use his technique and Suguru doesn’t have to be asked twice.

Satoru is by no means weak enough for Suguru to forego the subjugation, but Satoru comes willingly so it’s easy to transform his energy into one of Suguru’s orbs.

But instead of swirling black and gold, this one is bright blue, just like Satoru’s eyes.

Suguru’s eyes burn again when he looks at the orb and he briefly cradles it to his chest, wishing to protect Satoru no matter what, before he plops him into his mouth and swallows him down.

Satoru goes down easy, easier than any other curse Suguru absorbed and the assimilation process is over in a heartbeat.

Suguru doesn’t feel any different, though the knowledge that Satoru is now his in a way that can’t be explained, can’t be reversed makes him go hot all over.

He feels a tug on his own energy again–clearly Satoru is impatient as hell–and Suguru quickly calls upon him. Satoru manifests at his side a second later and Suguru can tell that he’s more stable.

“It does help,” Satoru says, sounding almost surprised and Suguru huffs.

“You think I would lie about that?” he demands to know and can’t help but to sway close to Satoru. “I would never. I want you to stay, after all.”

“And I will. Until you die, I’ll be here,” Satoru promises and leans close, his eyes burning.

Suguru meets him halfway, knowing exactly what it is he wants and he can’t even blame his own technique for that; Satoru is too powerful for him to completely control. He can maybe make suggestions, but Satoru will have to follow them willingly, or not at all.

And this, apparently, is something he does willingly.

When they part, Satoru grins at him.

“And? Do I feel human enough?” he asks, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and Suguru chuckles.

“You feel like you,” he simply says, because it doesn’t matter to him if Satoru feels human or not.

As long as it’s him, nothing matters to Suguru.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #curse!gojo satoru #so technically there's a major character death #canon divergence #angst #hurt/comfort #getting together #unhealthy co-dependency

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