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gojo satoru returns to you after 20 days. you don't just let him waltz back into your life.
notes; 1.4k, mc punches gojo and draws blood, he's an oddly supportive prick here, roughly proofread, mdni
when gojo satoru disappeared from your life twenty days ago, you didn't want to consider any of the worst case scenarios. they turned in your mind like a spinning record, a needle skipping across the uneven surface. gojo was a man who embodied permanence; not in the sense of everlasting love and devotion, rather he would remain long after everything and everyone else ephemeral wasted away.
even in his absence in your life, he still remained there at the forefront of your thoughts while you listlessly navigated life-- waiting tables, handing out room keys to salacious businessmen, chiseled through hundreds of pages of heavy reading and dissertations for grad school.
life was an exhaustive dichotomy of moving on without him there next to you, yet him still wholly consuming you and lingering just there on the fringes of your every thought.
so, when the locking mechanism in your front door clicked and he walked in the apartment twirling the spare key around his finger, shoulders rolled forward, hand in his pocket--a look and pose so intimately familiar and reminiscent of what you knew: something snapped.
"yo!" he tracked you down immediately, glowing azure piercing into your core. "long time no see! c'mere, I could use a hug."
the floorboards rattled underfoot as you tromped towards his open arms, hearing the key land with a metallic rattle as your first swung into his face, peaks your knuckles making contact with the corner of his nose and high cheekbones.
you punched him as hard as you fucking could, put everything into winding your shoulder; all of the hurt, frustration, anger, agony, and longing he had caused you. the sleepless nights, empty dinner table missing his plate, and cold, kempt sheets that you had started inadvertently smoothing your hand across to keep your body from aching too much.
you punched gojo satoru and he let you.
he took the hit to his face, still smiling even when he crumpled against the wall, sliding to the floor in an unceremonious heap. it wasn't the force that did it, rather he thought it was something you deserved in that moment. a sense of closure to those long-held emotion that had been piling up for almost a month.
"not bad." he said, letting the back of head rest against the wall. there was a subtle saltiness filling the crevices in his lips as blood dribbled from his right nare. "do you feel better now? did you get it all out?"
"you're gone for twenty days and you're just gonna walk through that door like nothing?" your throat felt wet and clamped, words croaked and stilted. "you don't call. text. anything. and you just show up? what the fuck is your problem?"
gojo let his long legs sprawl wide, hands resting between his thighs as he gave you a look. "well, yeah. I live here, too. where else am I supposed to go? don't tell me you threw out all my stuff already?"
"god, you're so... stupid." you crumbled with a sob and a bitter laugh, hands pressed into your face as you dropped to your knees in front of him. "you're so fucking stupid. you're so fucking stupid. you're such a jackass. a prick. an asshole. I hate you so much."
his smile faltered, but only a little. "no, you don't. don't lie to me."
your voice was eclipsed by your cries, the warmth of your tears dampening your cheeks and palms. it was all coming out now; the mourning and suffering and too many emotions that you had forced at bay the entire time-- because satoru told you once that he didn't like it when you cried.
and, it seemed that was true even now because you heard him shuffle across the floor, his large hands seizing your arms to pull you against him and reacquaint your body to his.
he always ran a little hot; every part of him that touched you right now burned. when his fingers landed at the base of your neck, you thought they would sear through flesh and bone. his other hand was splayed across your back, holding you form, pushing presence into your spine as you twitched against him trailing up-and-down the length of it.
"it's really not attractive when you cry. you make all kinds of weird faces, and you always get my clothes wet." he was telling the truth here. "I'm giving you a free pass today, though. get it all out."
you rolled your face against his sturdy chest, wrenching the fabric of his black tee in your fingers until your sobs ebbed and the room mellowed into amicable silence. satoru simply waited like that the entire time, caging you against his body with his arms and legs, chin tilted towards the ceiling with his eyes closed.
you sniffed, cleared your throat. "do you plan to tell me where you've been?"
"nope." he replied, airily.
to expect anything else from him would've been your folly, even with him comforting you as he was right now. not knowing what had taken him from you for so long would haunt you for a long time, but there were other things that mattered more.
you loosened your fingers from his shirt, crimps staying in the fabric as your hands moved to his jaw. he leaned the weight of his head in your palms, coaxing you to lift your watery eyes off his chest to look at him. there was something otherworldly about those depths of blue; somehow fathomless, yet emphatically beautiful.
"are- are you going to stay? are you here to stay?"
satoru's pale lashes fell with his heavy eyelids, moving his weight nearer to your face. "who knows? I'm here with you right now. isn't that enough?"
it was amazing just how many times that man would break your heart with a single reply. how effortlessly it all came from his mouth without inflection or a stutter. as horrible as he was, he never once lied to you about anything; no matter how much it hurt, how it made you cry, how it sent painful torrents crashing through your limbs and heart.
"don't start to cry again," his voice rumbled low, vibrating hard in his throat as the tips of his soft, white hair were flattened against your forehead. "you've used up all your allotted cry time forever. you're also not allowed to wipe snot on my shirt, or get your tears all over my face, or in my hair."
it took a few tries, but he got a smile out of you. "you're literally the worst man in the world."
"nah." he still had his hand against your nape, the weight of it luring your face in closer. "I think you think I'm pretty great. alluring. hot. amazing. spectacular. you missed me. you love me."
satoru tilted his head as he brought you the rest of the way in to kiss you. his lips felt so full against yours, tasted metallic and salty from the blood and wet tears that fit between the cracks. he never let up on the pressure on your neck, using it as his leverage to keep you still as his kisses grew in fervor; lasting and lingering, unrelenting.
your hands moved off of his jaw to float up into his hair, fingers twining strands of white into rings at the base of his scalp, tugging only when you felt his tongue try to slither between your teeth. he let you have your way long enough to pull out of the kiss, lips swollen and moist from saliva.
"I missed you." you finally confessed, leaving a hot trail on his skin wherever your lips touched him next. "I love you, satoru."
in that moment, he thought he felt the breath stolen away from his lungs; like something knocked against his chest hard enough to leave him winded. twenty days without your syrupy, tantalizing words had done more to him than he wanted to recognize, and would ever admit to you.
still, he looked at you fondly, now feeling along the planes of your face with his thumb as he leaned into you once again for one kiss after another. he crushed anything else you had to say between your lips where they died in your throat as agonized moans spurred by his fingertips ghosting beneath your shirt.
"I know."
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repost from my deleted blog: cardeneiv
atlas.
- he could only hold the world for so long, it was about time his body caved in ; aka, the two times you're reminded of his humanity. feat. gojo satoru & gn!reader genre : hurt/comfort , happy ending w.c. : 1.8k
warnings: spoilers for jjk s2 ep5 note : i hate goe joe satoru.
gojo satoru.
you didn't even need to see him to know who he is; he is the revered member of the gojo clan blessed enough to be born with both the six eyes and the infinity cursed technique and is a one in a lifetime miracle.
from the beginning of his life, gojo had been the strongest sorcerer in existence. with both blessed techniques at his will, he was near unstoppable and was worthy of shouldering the problems of jujustu society from a young age, as decided by the gojo clan.
and, for someone as blessed and impenetrable as he is, gojo had never felt the emotional strife of losing someone dear to him.
there are two times that you recall ever witnessing gojo satoru lose his composure, where you have seen the blessed one who holds the power of the gods in the palm of his hands and is always one step ahead of everyone else fall to his knees as the weight of the world finally takes its toll on his poor soul.
the first time was when getou suguru had betrayed jujutsu tech. you weren't sure of the details; you were in the middle of a mission and had returned to the news of your classmate and friend becoming a wanted criminal.
honestly, hearing it firsthand did not feel real to you. getou suguru was someone you had always admired. he was someone who not only had a powerful cursed technique, but was also a skilled fighter and knew how to use his technique to the fullest despite coming from a normal family rather than one of the prestigious families that were well-known in jujustu society.
you had shared smiles with him, stories of the crazy memories made while exorcising curses and the near-death experiences shared while on missions together.
and you knew gojo and getou were near inseparable during their time at jujutsu tech; you couldn't imagine the pain gojo was going through with the news of his one and only becoming a murderer wanted in all of jujutsu society.
you find gojo satoru alone in getou's old dorm room. it's empty; the once neat, but lived in dorm now completely void of any evidence of being lived in with the exception of a framed picture of your class left on the nightstand.
getou and gojo tower over you and ieri, but it's all smiles from the four of you. because of the small frame and the number of people in the photo, you're all squished together. though, it's not like any of you minded.
a perfect picture of youth; the most beautiful moment in life.
the frame is held in gojo's hand as he sits on getou's dorm bed. you can see his fingers clench the frame as frustration settles into his bones, before he relaxes once more.
"it's not your fault, you know," you say gently, breaking the silence and hopefully through the roaring storm that you know is brewing within gojo's head. you step into the room and join gojo on the bed; he doesn't move and he doesn't face you.
"no one saw it coming." you try to reassure him, but you know any attempts at this point are futile. gojo does not respond, a flood of memories flying by crystalline eyes as he tries to figure out when it went so wrong.
the silence is permeable as reality settles into gojo. his lips part, a shaky breath, and he's speaking again.
"i should've seen it coming," he whispers. there's a clear anger in his voice, though you know full well exactly who it's directed at. "i was his friend and i didn't even realize he was hurting alone." His voice cracks.
"i didn't even do anything to save him."
it is then that you begin to see gojo as who he is. he isn't an untouchable god who feared nothing, who had enemies that couldn't even lift a finger to hurt him if they even dared. this gojo beside you isn't an omnipotent god, he's just a kid like you; he's human. he's vulnerable, even if the elders believe otherwise, for his friends are his one and only achilles' heel and the key to his humanity.
not quite knowing the words to comfort him, you reach over to hold his hand. it isn't much, but you know firsthand that just having someone beside you to help support your pain is better than shouldering everything alone.
the tight squeeze of your hand and the quite sniffles beside you are all you need as a reminder that gojo satoru is not a god; he is only gojo satoru.
the second time gojo felt genuine fear was when he nearly lost you.
as a result of a curse that was underestimated for second-class sorcerors to take, you had become collateral for a simple mistake from the higher ups. of course, mistakes could just be that, but everyone knows better.
this was set up so they could easily dispose of you and rule your death as a mere 'accident.' the higher ups needed you gone as the deemed your existence a hinderance to gojo's full potential, a dam in the middle of the river.
lucky for you, you made quick work of the curse before collapsing with the only words you heard being a shout of your name.
the bright lights of the jujutsu high infirmary are the first thing you see when your eyes slowly flutter open. your vision is blurry and the world is still spinning as you regain consciousness. with hesitance, you slowly sit up despite your body aching and telling you to lay back down.
it is only when a firm hand presses against your chest and pushes you down do you actually do so.
crystalline blue meets your gaze. they're playful and full of youth, a pair of blue eyes that you're most familiar with. but theres a shadow of solemnity behind those bright irises and you know exactly why.
"about time you woke up," gojo speaks up, ruffling your hair with his hand. they're roughened from years of training and fighting, but there are no other blemishes that stain the purity of his hands. "i thought you finally had enough of me and decided to kick the bucket, dear." there's a light, jesting tone to his voice as he speaks. he's laughing, though you can see the redness underneath his eyes as he brushes off your near death experience as a joke.
"and leave you alone to torment the students? as if," you jab back with a smile of your own. "i wouldn't ever want to wish that on your students. fushiguro would drag me back from the dead if i left him alone with you."
gojo's bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow in a pout as you say this and you can't help but laugh a little on your own.
"but i know you'll miss me, so i won't die just yet," you reassure your white haired companion. your hand reaches over to hold his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, a reminder that you're alive and still breathing beside him as your pulse and your warmth bleed onto his own.
his hand squeezes yours tightly, as he did years ago, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he bites down onto the plush skin. his eyes aren't focused on you anymore and instead focus on anywhere but you as the reality of the situation settles into his bones.
"promise?" gojo asks, his voice a mere whisper.
he already lost one of his closest friends years ago and you witnessed that heartbreak with your own eyes as you had comforted gojo when he needed it most. you couldn't imagine how his fragile heart would break again if he had lost you just now.
despite being the strongest, you know that not being able to fully protect the ones he held close was one of gojo's biggest weaknesses as much as he tried to hide it.
but you know that you couldn't give him any empty promises knowing the work you're doing. it would only give him false hope and the both of you know that better than anyone else.
you don't answer him and instead pull his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto his skin. with a gentle tug, the hand held by gojo is pulled into his chest as he cradles your palm. his fingers intertwine with yours and your heart swells at the small action.
it is then that you meet crystalline blue once more, though this time they are unwavering as they firmly stand their ground against the hands of fate that, at any moment, could cruelly tear the two of you apart.
"don't leave me," gojo begs. "you can't leave me until the world has turned for the better, for us and for the youth of jujutsu society. i'll make it happen so..."
the once invincible sorcerer brings your hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss along your knuckles, reciprocating the act you did before.
"please, don't leave me."
gojo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. it's soft and hesitant, but you know at this point his fear of your life nearly slipping through his fingers has caught up to him. he pulls away, only to lean down again to kiss you.
your heart flutters feeling his lips kiss yours and you can tell from the way his lips barely ghost of yours that gojo is scared you'll disappear from him if he moves the wrong way. like a warm wave easing the worries that burrow into his entire being, your hand that's free from the one held in gojo's reaches up to cup his face. your thumb caresses his cheek and bring him closer to you, reassuring him that you won't slip away from him should he kiss you too hard.
gojo pulls away from the kiss with cheeks warm and his eyes, now a calming blue that held the stars you love so much, glint with satisfaction and relief.
though, the sweet and tender moment shared between lovers is ruined the moment gojo opens his mouth again.
"don't break my promise, okay? i don't care if you die, i'll die with you and haunt you forever as punishment for dying first, okay?" your white haired boyfriend urges as he leans his forehead against you, blue now an annoyance to you as he forces you to make eye contact with him.
your hand pushes his face away with a snort, ignoring his whining complaints as you do so.
though, it's not like you would ever willingly die first. you couldn't leave gojo satoru alone, your soul couldn't bear the burden of knowing you would shatter the glass that makes gojo's heart.
守りたい (mamoritai)
to protect, to guard, to defend, to keep.
— in which gojo satoru, the strongest, found someone worth protecting.
☆ gojo & megumi - gojo brings home megumi
☆ megumi’s thoughts - what megumi thinks of you and gojo
☆ your satoru - you show vulnerability to a sleeping satoru
☆ suguru and [name] - their impact to satoru’s life
gojo satoru was born with six eyes — a special cursed technique that allowed for an extremely precise manipulation of cursed energy, down to an atomic level. it also blessed him with a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes that were practically glowing. you’d never seen eyes so pretty.
the drawback to this gift? the skull-splitting migraines that came with the excessive information constantly being processed by his darting eyes.
as a child, the pain was manageable. gojo didn’t have much of a hold on the technique so his weaker state meant that the migraines were subdued as less information was being absorbed. however, as he grew older and more powerful, he would find himself bed ridden for at least twenty four hours if he did not take some sort of measure to protect his eyes.
his go to method was the sunglasses, almost 100% tinted — no other person would be able to clearly see out of them, if they could see anything at all. his sight, on the other hand, so impressive that he could distinguish people and the objects around them through the levels of cursed energy radiated.
still, accidents happened. whether it be him breaking his glasses, or forgetting them as young children do, he quickly learned the drawbacks to his technique. no normal medicine could relieve the pain and no sorcerer was strong enough to either.
gojo satoru met you at fifteen years old on his first day at tokyo jujutsu high. you wore a uniform similar to shoko's but your skirt was closer to the floor than it was to your thigh. your hair was longer than most female sorcerers and tied into a plait that hung against your back. in all honesty, you appeared quite plain to him. nothing particularly stood out. not even your cursed energy was particularly strong.
but you were gorgeous. completely and utterly gorgeous. his glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he analysed you from afar and it wasn't till a slap on the shoulder from geto that he snapped out of it.
within six months of knowing one another, the two of you were dating. you picked up on his habit to forgo his glasses around you pretty quickly and you definitely didn't miss the increasing amount of discomfort that would cause him.
"why do you do that?" you asked him one time.
the two of you were on a date in the park. a picnic blanket had been laid out and satoru had bought basically every single pastry and sweet at the bakery next to the park. you'd barely managed to make it through half till the both of you had given up and opted for cloud watching, giggling as he joked that one cloud in particularly looked very similar to nanami's 'emo' haircut.
satoru turned to his side to look at you questioningly, his head resting on his hand, "do what?"
"take off your glasses," you gestured to the folded pair of black glasses by his head. "i don't have to be a doctor to realise that you're in a lot of pain right now." the longer you lay there, the less satoru was actually looking up at the sky, instead just listening to you as you pointed out shapes and animals.
you knew the toll six eyes could take on his body.
he kept his eyes screwed shut when he wasn't looking at you to ease the the pain from the intense light that was too overpowering for his splitting headache. he winced when a kid screamed too loudly or ran too close and his fingers would push against the sides of his head frustratedly. as if he thought hard enough, the pain would just go away.
his lips tilted up into a lopsided grin, "but i see you."
you twisted so that your body was parallel to his. there was a faint blush on your cheeks now but you didn't look away from his eyes. how could you? "you always see me."
"not with those stupid glasses," satoru frowned, and you think it was the most serious you had seen him since you met. "seeing you and seeing your energy are two very different things."
"you're hurting yourself," you pointed out, placing one of your hands onto his cheek to gently stroke your thumb against his skin. his shoulders relaxed slightly and he leant into your touch like it was magic. like you were some drug that numbed the pain, replacing it with a special serotonin only you could give him.
"worth it." satoru kissed your palm.
that was his only response. worth it. and he stuck to it even a decade later.
"old habits die hard, i guess," satoru tried to laugh at his poorly made joke, but only a few shakey breaths came out. you'd been home thirty minutes and he'd already been sick twice. he'd curled himself up in your shared bed not long after the second time and that was where he was when you began scolding him for his carelessness.
"you are twenty eight," you rant exasperatedly, juxtaposing your voice that is no louder than a gentle whisper, "you have three first years to be looking after right now, but no, someone wanted to go out for dinner and someone didn't want to wear their glasses, and someone-"
satoru's much larger hand squeezed yours, "don't be cruel. i do this for you, my love." his blindfold was now on (you had made him put it on as soon as you had gotten home) but you know him well enough to know he was staring up at you with those lovesick eyes that made you weak at the knees.
"i just worry," your tone eased. you had no issue looking after your husband, you never had. it wasn't his fault that he got the migraines per se. yes, he could definitely be doing more to mitigate the severity, but he was stubborn. that had never changed. "i've seen you fight special grades. i hate seeing a stupid headache hurt you so much."
"lay with me."
"you're sweaty and sick." you scrunched up your nose, eyes flicking to the en suite you'd just cleaned and back to the cold flannel on his forehead as his body temperature fluctuated.
he shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips. "shhh, i'm passed that stage. pretty please? i need you."
gojo satoru was irresponsible at the best of times. he'd been raised to believe he was invincible and had been spoiled to always get what he had wanted. there was no telling him what to do when he'd already decided an hour ago exactly what he wanted to do.
but there was something about being needed by gojo satoru. you could never say no to him. so whether it be due to his own decision to stare into the eyes of his wife during a romantic night out, or an extensive fight against a cursed spirit, you would always be there to clean up and make sure he was wrapped up in bed all cosy.
and you would always lift up the covers and climb in once there was no more that you could do but simply act as a pillow for your husband as he tried to sleep off the throbbing pain.
um so my previous post on this topic blew up and i’m so so grateful so i thought i’d expand a little on this hc for anyone that was interested. rambled a bit towards the end but i hope you still like it!! love you lots xxx
the dull throb resonating over your entire body is what eventually rouses you, slowly bringing you back into consciousness. your head feels like a sword’s been driven through it, leaving your mind muddled.
the first thing you see is satoru hunched over your bedside, his hand carefully clutching yours. you call his name, but your voice is hoarse and scratchy and barely above a whisper.
he hears you regardless, eyes wide and alert as he lifts his head. he looks tired, dark circles stamped under his eyes and an unusual stiffness in his movements.
“you’re…okay,” he says, strained. as if he can’t believe it. you hum in response - because it’s all you can manage at the moment - feeling your eyelids begin to droop your will. “get some more rest. i’ll call shoko.”
the gentle brush of his lips against your forehead is the last thing you feel before drifting back to sleep.
_____
you’re not sure how much time has passed when you come to. now, the room is illuminated by honeyed lamplight and you see shoko and satoru talking quietly at the foot of your bed.
“glad to see you’re still with us,” your best friend smiles once she notices you’re awake. she moves to your side, leaning over you to pull back the thin blanket. there’s a swathe of bandages wrapped around your shoulder and a sling immobilizing your arm.
“how do you feel?” satoru asks, that worried look still set in his expression.
“i‘m fine,” you manage to answer, trying to blink the room into focus.
“you need to be more careful,” shoko tells you, peeling her gloves off and tossing them into the trash. the usual air indifference in her voice is gone, replaced with concern. “take satoru with you next time. not because i think you’re incapable of doing your job, but so he can do the corny, heroic thing and take the hit for you. god knows he could stand to be humbled every once in a while…”
“thanks, shoko,” your boyfriend scoffs, but the way his hand grips yours tightly tells you he’d be more than willing to be your corny hero.
you hate the way they look down at your prone form as shoko goes over your treatment plan. it makes you feel small and weak, and you are neither of those things.
“can you help me sit up?”
“you shouldn’t be moving around–”
your body burns with protest as you awkwardly push yourself up anyway, exhaling a pained hiss as gojo swears, reaching out to help steady your trembling torso as shoko shoves pillows behind your back.
“i’m fine,” you argue, trying to ignore the throbbing behind your temples. you don’t remember exactly how you’d ended up in the school’s infirmary, just remember the way pain had exploded across your left side when you’d been hit.
“you almost weren’t,” he says quietly. a deeply haunted look clouds his face as he recalls what must have happened after you’d been brought in, and you feel guilty for not being able to remember it.
so you let him squeeze into bed next to you, let him carefully pull you into his chest and hold you until you feel the tension in his body dissipate. you know he needs this a little more than you do, know that the knowledge of you being okay isn’t enough. it won’t stop the fear and anxiety of losing you from gnawing on the edge of his sanity.
“i wanna give the flowers–”
“so you can take all the credit? i’m the one who bought them!”
your pained grimace easily turns to a smile when the door opens to reveal megumi and tsumiki, who are both gripping a bouquet of flowers. nanami follows them in, wearing the tired look of a man that’s never spent more than three hours dealing with moody preteens raised by gojo – until today.
_____
your family spoils you over the next few days. the three of them falling asleep on the little couch in your room, tucked under gojo’s arms every night until you’re cleared to go home. even then, they don’t leave your side. tsumiki snuggles next to you to watch movies and bakes you little treats. megumi reads to you from the book you’d been going through together and listens to your favourite records with you after school.
satoru posts himself by your side. you like having him around. like the gentle way he handles you when working through the stretches shoko prescribes. like watching the way his hands move he diligently slices wedges of fresh fruit.
you like being the focus of his single-minded attention, but you know how restless he can get when he doesn’t go off to work. rightfully so, because the jujutsu world would probably fall apart without him.
“you can go if you want,” you say one day, when he gets off a phone call with yaga. “i’ll be okay for a few hours.”
he doesn’t get up, instead beginning to peel a plump orange (you’d never noticed how nice his hands were until now). “no, nanami’s still covering for me.”
“satoru,” you sigh, taking an orange slice from him. “there’s a lot going on, you have bigger fish to fry.”
“i’m not going anywhere,” he tells you firmly, looking like he’d physically fight the idea of leaving your side. “you’re my fish.”
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❥ WASH IT ALL AWAY — captive! ren hana x captive f! reader (1.7k words) (NSFW)
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LAWRENCE OLEANDER (BTD)
❥ THE LIGHT THAT SEARS — lawrence oleander x gn! reader (2.1k words)
❥ MYCELIAL — lawrence oleander x f! reader (1.0k words) (NSFW)
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DEREK GOFFARD (TPOF)
❥ PLAYING WITH FIRE — derek goffard x f! reader (2.4k words) (NSFW)
drabbles
STRADE (BTD/YKMET)
❥ mechanic! strade
❥ strade with a pregnant mc
thirsts
headcanons
STRADE (BTD/YKMET)
❥ age regression — strade x gn! reader
❥ size kink — strade x gn! reader (NSFW)
❥ escape and stockholm syndrome — strade x f! reader
❥ scent and sweat kink — strade x gn! reader (NSFW)
❥ strade x ren x reader nsfw — strade x ren x gn! reader (NSFW)
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REN HANA (BTD/YKMET/TPOF)
❥ strade x ren x reader nsfw — strade x ren x gn! reader (NSFW)
asks
❥ do i write ageplay?
❥ what are my thoughts on derek goffard?
❥ do i write for other btd characters?
❥ scratchy anon's tv show suggestion
❥ kind words from @/yappier
art
❥ womb tattoo (ren hana x f! mc)
❥ hammer time (strade)
Did some drawing tests on eyes using the characters from @therealandian's ReDeath / Search Through The Stars AU! The first one is Major Jonathan Sims of General White's rebellion, the (former) Archivist of his world and a newborn Mechanism (thanks Carmilla...)! My idea for the almost camera-like sclera comes from @trans-jon-rights's fanart of the same character, which helped really hammer home how unsettling a Mechanism would be to look at when exposed. No wonder Gunpowder Tim has glasses of some sort in most fanart variations... I plan to space out the release times between each art so I can work on more of my own characters, but for now, it seems The Eye wants more. Have fun guessing who is next~
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The second of the drawing tests using the characters from @therealandian's ReDeath / Search Through The Stars AU! If you haven't guessed already, it's Elias Magnus, the (former) Head of the Magnus Institute, bringer of the apocalypse of his world ("safely" reversed), and a newborn Mechanism! There's not much that I did for Elias' eye in particular due to wanting to keep it as series accurate as possible. I did make it a bit lighter than most fanarts I've seen though because after 200 years you would think the eye would begin to sorta... fail, to some degree. I'm surprised he never had much issue with it, or that he didn't end up completely blind after being cut off from The Eye. Overall the main inspiration for skin tone etc comes from @ike9306's fanarts of Elias (usually with Donovan lolol). Also screw you Andian (/j) for making me actually like this version of Elias/Jonah! I couldn't stop laughing at his later antics post-Aldara, especially his approaches to helping readers-know-who against his original judgement. I honestly enjoy his snark and would probably befriend him if I could. You know the drill; The Eye wants more. Have fun guessing who is next~
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We're back in @therealandian's ReDeath / Search Through The Stars AU! The OC I've chosen to do for this is Donovan, resident cool guy of Aldara, father of four and husband of a certain redeemed Mechanism! Thanks to Andian themselves for clearing up a few details on eyes and just them in general, they suggested smile wrinkles and freckles and I just dove straight in! I gotta admit I struggled a bit with the wrinkles and definitely need to work on it, but for a first attempt they're okay ^^;;. Eye shape too was a bit of a doozy for me; I was trying to do one of those smiley eyes but I struggle with them if they're not... an animation rig. Donovan is probably one of the two OCs I really loved from Search Through the Stars, alongside his daughter Evan (who I would join the antics of in a heartbeat)! I love how supportive and understanding he is of the situations of Jon and Elias, and just the fact he's a good husband and father overall. If he was real, I'd so want to be his friend... and Karliah's (his wife), she's bloody cool in her own right too. Actually just let me be friends with that whole famil- I might scale back how many character arts I post in a day just due to the fact my uni schedule is rapidly picking up the pace, but rest assured, more arts (and maybe some renders) are soon to come! Our next Eye-focused art will feature a very certain Captain, so stay tuned~
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Fics
I love writing, and even more so when it comes to fanfiction! I have a lot of stories stuck in my brain and stuck as unpublished in my docs…
So, keep in mind that the stories listed below are only the ones I have already published, or am soon going to publish. Also, a lot of these (more like all of them…) are ongoing; that is to say, they are not completed.
Most of them are standalone, meaning they’re like a novel, but a few are part of a series. If they are a series, it will be labeled like so: “Series’ Title” [series]. The series' stories are right underneath, in numerical order. And, as you can see, I have them labeled in alphabetical order, by fandom. (Crossover(s) is at the top because, despite starting with a C, it has more than one fandom involved; as such, it is considered “other,” so to speak.) (As for Character Studies, they are separate from the rest of my stories, which is why I put them above Crossover(s). The order for this is "Title" [Character Name; Fandom Name].)
This list is constantly being updated. As such, more fics will be added, and a key/legend may appear soon.
Character Study(ies)
flash of lightning (white teeth biting) [Hatake Kakashi; Naruto]
my body was for giving (to those that wanted) [Meng Shi; MDZS]
you told me to quiet down (because my opinions make me less beautiful) [Luo "MianMian" Qingyang; MDZS]
but I was not made with a fire in my belly (so I could be put out) [Wen Qing; MDZS]
Crossover(s)
syndrigasti (such peculiar, old souls) [Twisted-Wonderland x Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children]
Demon Slayer
burning star, burning passion (careful now) [series]
Astraios [main story]
Ardor [companion piece]
Fairy Tail
life is a faerie tale
Haikyū!!
Serendipity
Jujutsu Kaisen
Honor to Us All
Reflection
MXTX
Tales of a Bright Moon [series]
Chilling Roars (of a Bright Moon’s Mind) [SVSSS]
Beautiful Whispers (of a Bright Moon’s Soul) [MDZS]
Hidden Desires (of a Bright Moon’s Heart) [TGCF]
oh golden child, promises were made [series]
yī nuò qiān jīn (a promise worth one thousand in gold) [main story; SVSSS & MDZS & TGCF]
Naruto
for memory to the sky-born king (was but the mocking shadow of past magnificence)
Record of Ragnarok
teoyeliztli
Riordan-verse
state of being [series]
Tokyo Revengers
Tranquillity
Twilight
home is where the heart is
Twisted-Wonderland
the inevitability of us (of a heartbreak)
MICTĒCACIHUĀTL, lady death!
from my RoR fic.
Reblogging is fine, but no reposts! And no stealing/plagiarism!
CIHUACŌĀTL, serpent woman!
from my RoR fic.
Reblogging is fine, but do not repost! Do not steal/plagiarize!
RENATA ARACELI SAITŌ, star child!
for my KNY fic.
Reblogging is fine, do not repost! Do not steal/plagiarize!
Tw1tter post with the poll there here
Bagginshield case book — smau in which the company solves mysteries. From time to time, I will update with a new crime, like episodes. Yes or no?
(Yes. H/w bagginshield somehow. And not exactly.)?
CASEBOOK — a mystery The Hobbit / LOTR smau 👁️🕵️♂️ (blue bird version here)
> Images + narration
> Plot beyond cases
> Different povs
> Tw // will be added at the beginning of episodes if needed
> New episodes released when I can
> Updates weekly until the end of the episode/case
Episode list:
Prologue
Silly mood took me over and I wrote a oneshot for Bilbo and Thorin that delves into the trauma that Bilbo must have after the journey, and the nightmares that keep him awake. It is a post-botfa consort Bilbo/king Thorin though, be aware of that canon divergence.
Some explicit stuff of violence is there. Be warned. And also not beta read.
3112 words > link
I am so back. Here, have a longfic I will write and update slowly
NICO WRITES a collection of my written works on Ao3.
-Mob Psycho 100-
Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills A strange case takes Reigen and Serizawa to a small (intimately so, a detail Reigen might be hesitant to comment on) village North in the mountains, where they quickly discover things are far stranger than they both realized. Not only that, but they might be more than just a little out of their depths.
Nature, the past, it all has a way of being heard - even to those reluctant to listen.
Refrigerator Problem ☆°˖✧Brilliant Humbled Commoner™ Hanazawa Teruki and his interactions with one Reigen Arataka the Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century✧˖°☆ Or as Reigen sees it: how this walking highlighter of a kid kept showing up more, and more in his life
Cold Green Tea and Colder Feet [serirei] Unintentionally forgetting to send a ‘got home safe’ message leads to a surprise visit.
Chapped Lips Serizawa’s Night School is going on a class trip of sorts! Which means Serizawa will be away from the office. How will Reigen deal with this temporary absence? And what does this weird other force have to do with any of this? Will Reigen be able to reach out? To ask for help? Good questions! A slightly light hearted tale about learning to ask for help, a softer sort of separation arc
A Funny Old World Somehow Moist von Lipwig shows up in Seasoning City. This is because: a) An earthquake occurs, and Reigen is in a ‘spiritually active’ book store b) Quantum™ or something banana flavored c) Teru [aka the Mob Psycho 100 and Discworld crossover fic no one asked for]
-Discworld-
The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Stupid Kid [working title] The shenanigans, scams, crimes, and misadventures of one Amazing Maurice and a young Überwaldian runaway known to us readers as Moist von Lipwig (armed with a speedily growing list of aliases). ___〆(・∀・) What will this conniving pair get up to next? [a series]
The Runaway’s Gamble ☞ What kid doesn’t occasionally fantasize, and threaten, to runaway from home? In which, while running away, Young Sam learns a few lessons from a few other known runaways
AU REVOIR The final shared moments of Mortimer and Ysabell The Duke and Duchess of Sto Helit.
Hand Rolled Adora Belle Dearheart wakes to a bad time: she’s late for work, and, worst of all, out of cigarettes.
-Tales of Arcadia-
Terpsichore or rather; The Comedy of the Danse Macabre A series dripping with ballet tropes, theater, redemption, the strength of folklore, and above all; love in all its forms and strengths. CHORUS: Astra Inclinant Sed Non Obligant [Stricklake, Knife Family, Disaster Muppets heavy, has a lot of my own HCs as well as a lot of changeling feels]
Unbecoming 2 Electric Boogaloo So you just finished ROTT and don’t know what to do with yourself, but are also so morbidly curious with just how bad that reset can play out. Because I certainly can’t get it out of my head. [Enter this fic] Continuing where ROTT left off! Join me as we watch the spiraling consequences of his actions. Lets explore ROTT’s eerily out of character Jim’s choice shall we?
The Collected Tellings of Shigir and Other Changeling Folktales Original folktale concepts surrounding changelings. Contains excerpts from other fics that tell a Shigir story to serve as a one stop shop of all Shigir related things. Each can be read as a standalone. This series also began in 2018 as well and holds a different take on the Green Knight.
-And More-