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The Tragedy of Sleeping Beauty
Tw: themes of manipulation, implied coma, poison, angst
“Mentor says I shouldn’t trust you.”
“Your mentor has been saying that to you for months, we’ve been friends for months, wouldn’t I have done something to you by now?”
Villain was right. At this point they could do anything they wanted to them. They knew almost all of their secrets, been with them through so many tough moments, and Hero couldn’t explain it but they felt so drawn towards the villain.
“Does Mentor even know you're out?”
“No, and it seems they haven’t noticed yet.” Something flashed in Villain’s eyes after their answer, but it was too brief for Hero to tell what it was.
“Well uh..” The villain wrung their hands, “would you, I don’t know, like to come to my place for a bit? There is nothing happening today- we patrolled for a while, would you like to just watch a movie or something instead?”
They seemed so genuinely nervous, it was almost cute in a way. Despite that, they didn’t like seeing the Villain so nervous about a simple question.
“Of course, no need to work yourself up about it,” they put on a beaming smile, they loved movies.
The villain smiled softly, so happy the Hero trusts them enough to enter their home. “Um, you know this already, but I can teleport us there if you would like? It’s kinda a long way- I wouldn’t want you to have to walk so much and-“
“Shh shh, Villain, it’s alright,” they gave them a look of reassurance and took Villain’s arm in theirs, “let’s go, okay?”
Villain’s response was a simple nod then an immediate teleport to which Hero was not prepared, feeling dizzy, their vision spun in circles until they finally landed in their living room.
Villain noticed the dizzy Hero and was quick to bring them some water, handing it to them they dumped a spew of apologies, “Oh I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking! I totally forgot people don’t teleport all the time-“
Hero was sitting on the ground when they returned. They shakily stood up accepting the water, “please don’t apologize- I promise it’s okay. I’m sure you were excited.”
Villain pressed their lips into a thin line but nodded. They were quick to change the topic in the direction of movies. They gestured to the television at the far side of the room. “Earlier- I uh, was watching the original Sleeping Beauty- I like Disney classics, but I didn’t finish the very end, would you like to finish it, or um should I turn on something else?”
“No no! We can finish it. That’s perfect actually, I love this movie, it’s practically my childhood.”
Villain beamed brightly and moved to sit on the couch. Their couch was very worn in with quite a few fuzzy blankets covering it. The couch was very inviting, it seemed so cozy. They quickly sat next to Villain and cuddled up with one of the many blankets, causing Villain to laugh. Their dizziness a few moments ago was quickly forgotten. The scene in which Prince Philip arrives at Aurora’s castle covered in thorns plays quietly in the background.
“If I would have known you liked fuzzy blankets so much I would have been able to bring you here a while ago.”
“What do you mean?”
They glanced left and right around the room almost as if a child were playing a game of pretend or if they were in a cheap movie, “I brought you here to watch a movie, but.. to also tell you a secret.” They shifted their gaze away from the Hero, the tips of their ears becoming red.
“Oh yeah? I promise I’m good at keeping secrets!”
They leaned towards Hero’s ear as if they were to tell them a secret, but all they felt was a poke in their arm and a foreign liquid entering their system. “You are so fucking gullible Hero.”
The nervous appearance they were so keen at keeping plastered on their face was replaced by a cold malicious grin. They stood over Hero’s suddenly weak figure. Hero distantly thought they had to be so disgustingly proud.
Villain started to laugh, but instead of the faux warmth from a few minutes earlier, it was only scornful. “You should have listened to your Mentor dear Hero~ I guess the allure of the spinning wheel was too great, now look where it landed you. Couldn’t have gone more in my favor, this whole ordeal.”
Hero wanted to retort, they wanted to move, they wanted to do something to cause a grievance to the villain, but they could hardly string thoughts together in a sentence. Their vision was starting to blur, their body was so heavy and numb. Hero tried to gasp but there seemed to be a lack of air to gasp for.
“Welcome to your century long slumber Hero.”
They felt nothing, they couldn’t feel anything any more. It was all a void, it was all dark and heavy. They thought they heard yelling or talking but it was as if there was a cotton ball in their ear, the noise was foggy.
Surrender was now the most alluring thought on their mind. The pull of sleep was growing stronger every second until they could no longer take it.
They fell unconscious to the scene of Prince Philip kissing Briar Rose, waking her from her slumber.
Hmm... ok spooky thoughts! Just take w/e interests you or chuck this if you aren't feeling it! Reader getting bullied and the teacher being in on it tickles my pickle. Sukuna voring... what if a sorcerer who can use reverse cursed technique is kept as a sacrifice, can chop the gal up and feed her to sukuna forever :) manipulating your pregnant wife feels mean too. I don't have any kinks to suggest :( i find them all hot and not scary :((
bby i loved every single one of these and i'll probably write them all bc honestly, your brain,, you just see me and ...wow jHGUFDGEYID yes ty so much, but for now have this
𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂
tw student/teacher, noncon, manipulation, power abuse, victim blaming, bullying and sexual harassment mentions, reader is 18+
a/n. i feel like i shouldn't even have to say this but obviously i don't condone student/teacher relationships and gojo is absolutely being a creepy, manipulative asshole here
You hate him. You hate them more, of course, wish you could snap back and fight at their sneers and whispers until you’re finally free of the ridicule. But you hate him too, when he clicks his tongue and only glances your way briefly to smile.
He smiles pretty, he does, with that strange sheen of perfection that barely cracks at the edges and fills up entire days with jokes, jokes you’re much too tired to indulge in. You don’t understand how you could possibly enjoy it when it’s always the smile you get when you’re sitting in the chair before him with yet another complaint; sniffling and pathetic.
“Please, Sensei, can’t you ask to transfer me to the Kyoto school before the end of the year instead?” you ask once again as Gojo gets up from behind the desk, stretching his long arms above his head with a sigh as a sliver of skin peeks from under the jacket and you look away too quickly. He moves instead to sit on the side of the chair— your chair, radiating heat from his body too close to your own and leaving you fumbling over your words. “I- I just- don’t think I can do it anymore.” He used to be in charge of the first years.
Used to teach you the ropes, and even then you had to come in once every few weeks to tell him about an incident, however minimal it might’ve seemed at the time. Gojo gave you the feeling that you’d be understood here, safe here; he recommended you to the school in the first place. Shouldn’t he be the most understanding of all? When you got here you’d been a shivering mimic of a person, barely able to look him— or anyone- in the eye without getting wobbling lips. But then Gojo sensei moved on to the second years along with you, by chance, and the bullying only got worse.
Your clothes were ripped, your bag torn upside down. Your locker raided and room trampled over, at least once a week, and you were left coming into Gojo’s office with a pout way too often. But now, third year in a row and nearing the end of it, you’re sick of pretending like everything is fine. You’re sick of listening to him hush you when you cry, treading long fingers along your face like it’s meant to take away any of your pain, your stress. “You’re about to graduate,” he mumbles, puffing out his cheeks in a childlike, mocking manner when he turns over his shoulder.
“Can’t you handle it for a few more months?”
A thick line digs between your brows when you curl in on yourself more to escape his presence, staring out the window for a few seconds before you sigh. “That’s what you said last time, and you promised you’d transfer me at the start of the year too. I don’t feel like I have to handle anything, I shouldn’t have to take this.”
“You’re sure going hard on them, it’s just boys being boys,” he tutts his lips further, before blowing out a deep sigh. “A sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” Sensitive? Last time they snuck into your room when you were taking a shower and took pictures, leaving the doors open to match. There’s nothing left to be sensitive about. He was informed by the staff that found you crying hours later, and still— You hate him, clamping your hand down harder on the arm of the chair. Maybe he’s not wrong. You are sensitive, and Gojo sensei knows that.
Instead of responding to his never ending jabs, you just stare at the side of his face where the blindfold moves ever so slightly whenever he blinks under there. “I’m sick of it,” you finally sigh, pushing yourself from your chair. “If you won’t help me I’ll ask the principal instead.” Your steps are hard and loud as you get up and walk to the door, only to be cut off when he appears before you yet again, the same shit-eating grin splitting his cheeks as his large hand lands on your shoulder, feeling much too heavy.
“Okay, okay, no need to get so fussy on me.” His other hand scratches at the back of his neck for a few seconds, before he finally seems to come to a decision, squeezing your shoulder tighter. “I guess there’s a few options I haven’t tried yet. But that’ll take a bunch out of my schedule, sweetheart, and I don’t really have that kind of time to waste.” It stays quiet, giving you the words to process the words as he tilts his head, popping his jaw back and forward in thought. “Well, guess you’re lucky I’m this invested in my students. Consider it done, okay?”
Despite the wishy-washy nature of his previous promises you can’t help but feel a bit relieved, letting your tense, determined posture drop just long enough for Gojo sensei to notice, leaning down to meet you face to face. He does it almost comically easy, pouting along with you. “Aw, you poor thing, this has really been keeping you up, hasn’t it?” There’s a hand on your back that slides down to the small of your back, and another that pushes a knuckle under your chin, his mouth corners tugging up despite yourself. “Am I not your saving angel?”
“If you manage it,” you fake a chuckle, but your stomach drops when he straightens up and still keeps you caged between his arms, nodding along with your words.
“Always so distrusting, and even after all the work I’ve put in to make sure you got in here.” His one eyebrow raises, and you can almost imagine the smug grin that he holds back next. “Some would even say you’re ungrateful of all my help.”
“I’m- I’m not, Gojo sensei,” you backtrack, the pressure on your back keeping him too close almost making your lungs feel like they’re failing you. You might’ve been more assertive than usual just minutes earlier, but that was when he wasn’t keeping you so close, way too close for your liking, and the front you put up is quickly fading now. “I really appreciate your help, I do, but t-they -still haven’t stopped, and that’s- that’s just what I’m worried about. But you said you’ll do it so I’m very grateful,” your voice cracks a little when he walks you further away from the door now, face so near yours you have to lean into his touch to escape it.
“Right, and I plan to,” he hums, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I think it’d go a whole lot easier if you give me some more incentive to help, you know? I’m a very, very busy man.” As he lets go of you and you fall back onto your butt at the lack of support, wincing, he slowly shrugs his blindfold off, humming cheerfully as your lip trembles and you’re left staring at his crotch, right in front of your face. “Open up like a good girl and I’ll get your transfer application in as soon as I can, hm? That sounds fair to me.”