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sk1fanfiction · 2 months

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blood of the covenant/water of the womb

The Black sisters are so tragic.

I mean, imagine:

As kids, Narcissa is the baby sister that the elder two dote on, while both Narcissa and Andromeda look up to Bellatrix, the proud, beautiful, powerful, accomplished, perfect eldest sister, who has always known who she is and where she's going, but especially Andromeda, since they look so alike she's always been encouraged to act like her too but since Narcissa doesn't have the stereotypical Black looks and her parents didn't follow the Black naming scheme she's encouraged to be her own person a little bit more.

At Hogwarts they're all Sorted into the same House, Slytherin, which only increases their bond. Bella does really well at school, probably the top of her class, which makes Andy, who's only a year or two behind hyperaware of where the bar is. She walks, talks, and dresses like Bella.

Until

Andy follows in Bella's footsteps (who's probably Head Girl by now) and becomes a prefect, but she gets assigned to do rounds with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. And despite everything she'd been taught, everything she knows to be true, she finds herself falling for him and the worst part is she can't tell anyone, even Bella, the one she has always been able to confide in, always reassured her and set her on the right path.

Meanwhile Druella and Cygnus are arranging Bellatrix's marriage to Roldophus, someone she doesn't even like never mind attracted to but because she's the perfect Black and the perfect daughter she has to do it. And Andromeda sees and fears how she could get trapped, too, how there's another Lestrange boy in her year.

Meanwhile a strange foreign Dark Lord comes to dinner and he's so different to Roldophus and all those other men who think because she's a woman she must be weak and she's just a vessel for their pureblood children. And despite the way she shouldn't feel this way, Bella doesn't care. He listens to Bella's opinions and he takes her seriously and he sees her magical talent and her thirst to prove herself and he's not scared of her in the way others say that she's 'too intense.' And when he offers to train her, and adds that he never does this, she says, one better, I'll follow you.

Andromeda and Narcissa watch this strange man burn the Dark Mark into their sister's arm and they don't know what to think. Narcissa's scared Bella will put herself in danger, that she'll do too much, give too much of herself because she doesn't know when to pull back. And Andy's scared Bella's going down a path she cannot follow, because deep down she can't say she believes in blood supremacy, can't say she hates Ted and she can't figure out a way through so she leaves.

It's like part of Bella's heart has been ripped out. They were all close, the Blacks, but Andy and Bella had a certain je ne sais quoi, they were thick as thieves and inseparable. Bellatrix is the one who burns Andromeda off the tapestry, crying while she does it, the scorned love for her sister, the anger and shame that Andy chose that Mudblood over her turning that love to bottomless hate.

Meanwhile Narcissa, the lucky one, watches it all. Narcissa is the one that gets it all, she's the only one who's able to marry for love and stay with her family but there's also this Andromeda-shaped hole in her and there's a Slytherin resentfulness of being Bellatrix's supporting act.

Every night that Bella is on a mission, Narcissa stays up, even while pregnant with Draco, until she knows her sister is safe.

That fateful Halloween she waits and waits and waits but Bellatrix never comes home. When she finds out her last remaining sister is serving life she completely breaks down. Won't sleep, won't eat. The thought of leaving Draco without a mother is the only thing that helps her hold on. Regulus, Andromeda and Sirius are dead/burned off the tapestry/imprisoned; she and Draco are the last Blacks, that makes their bond even stronger, makes her scared of losing him like she did her sisters. She curses Voldemort for putting her in danger, aware of her feelings for him and that Bella would do anything for them, swears she'll never let that happen to her son.

All the while Andy raises her daughter, who hates the name she gave her in the same way Andy know she would hate the Blacks. Narcissa and Andy watch each other from across crowds; Tonks and Draco are never at school together, never know more than scattered off-hand mentions of a cousin on their mother's side. But both Narcissa and Andy fantasize of a reconcilation, of Tonks babysitting Draco while they rekindle their bond. Neither bridges the gap. That burn, that rift cannot be healed. But they still ache for each other.

When Voldemort returns that fear for Draco grows, but it's tempered with the joy of having Bella back after mourning her for 14 years -- Bella, traumatized, starved, jagged and torn up at the edges, different, but alive.

And just like knowing he was innocent kept Sirius sane, Bella's love and trust of Voldemort is what made her able to hang on. Yes, they're both drastically different physically (the snake face and the emaciation) and mentally (both shaken, less confident), but everything else can be the same. Maybe better.

But everyone is scared. It's not the same world, where the Death Eaters have control and are undefeated. Voldemort is scared of that boy, Narcissa is scared for Draco. It's clear things are not the same, things are not normal. Far from it. Fear makes Voldemort angry, and cold, and distant and nothing she does feels good enough.

And that boy -- lying hateful filthy boy -- he dares suggest that her Voldemort's filthy-blooded like him. No, he must just be taunting her, scaring her. But there are things Voldemort's said, things he's done -- she would notice, the way she hangs on every word he speaks and plays their conversations in her head over and over again in Azkaban -- Bellatrix just does her best to silence it and block it out, all these confusing things, she's a great Occlumens after all.

She'll make things certain, make things right, trim off the weakness, cut out the sickness. Like Sirius. Like that young woman with Andromeda's face and Andromeda's laugh, that filthy half-blood Andy left her to create.

Narcissa can't keep Draco safe like she, the baby sister, couldn't keep Bellatrix safe. When Voldemort burns the Dark Mark into his skin she sees her son emaciated and dead-eyed.

To assuage Narcissa's fears Bellatrix trains Draco like Voldemort trained her; but he's not the same, he's weak, he's moralistic, he looks at her with wide scared eyes and he's a failure. The glory of the Blacks is gone.

All the while, Narcissa's fear grows, when Lucius is imprisoned, when Voldemort's ire turns on her family, on her son, sets him an impossible task. The despair she feels, she hasn't felt for nearly sixteen years -- Bellatrix more interested in eking out morsels of approval from Voldemort and turning her frustration on Draco, and Narcissa by extension.

All the while, Andromeda's fear for her daughter grows, of the danger she puts herself in as an Auror and a member of the Order, and she's reminded of Bellatrix, of how she gives everything of herself and how Nymphadora does too, begging, begging her to hold back.

She's not good enough for him, not with the sickness, the weakness still clinging to her. Bellatrix very much wants to kill the woman with Andy's face. She's always been perfect. It's everyone else around her that's wrong, everyone else who has to go. She'll do better. Try harder.

And when the Snatchers catch that filthy boy, and he slides out of her grasp like a buttered eel, Bellatrix hits the bottom rung of the ladder of despair. She doesn't know who she is, anymore.

Voldemort's retaliation and rejection breaks Bellatrix's heart, but it hardens Narcissa's.

Bellatrix will do anything to make him happy. She finally kills the witch with Andy's face -- do you see -- do you love me now -- but he's still cold, still frightened, still different, and she despairs, but it will be all over when Harry Potter is dead and he can breathe again. They've won. It will be alright. It will go back to normal. She can have it all again -- Voldemort and Narcissa and her perfect, pruned family.

Narcissa will do anything to keep him safe. And so she chooses Draco's life, she lies, her heart in her throat, in front of her beloved sister, to the Dark Lord, with unshed tears in her eyes and Harry Potter's 'corpse' before her.

Bellatrix's death is something Narcissa knew was coming, deep down She mourned her sister sixteen years ago and she mourns her now, but it will all be worth it if Draco survives this ordeal; Potter must win, he must live, Voldemort must die. And Bellatrix will never allow this.

She wishes she could tell Andy that she understands.

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ejunkiet · 11 months

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Tending to a feisty werewolf's injuries

A break down of how the rest of that night went, as we all know that 'celebrating' didn't stop at kisses and slow touches, okay.

Under the cut as this is an unapologetically nsfw ramble, minors dni.

SO. has anyone written about Milo and SH that first night, going all the way on the couch?

Just after they heal him? Milo and his talk of celebrating... Apparently I have many thoughts on that...

Incl. Milo being mostly horizontal the whole time but convincing SH to sit on his face. As a treat.

And carrying around a condom in his wallet, as safe post-near death experience sex PLEASE

But also that kissing session on the couch getting deeper, and the moment they decide it's gonna go all the way and sneak their hands down to his jeans, he just catches their hands with a soft 'whoa, you sure?'

And they just take a minute to catch their breath and look at him, and he's all sweaty and flushed, his hair a mess, very kissable lips all swollen, and there's still blood on his mouth and down his chest, but he's holding their hands gently and looking at them like they're everything-

And yeah. YEAH.

So he's not bleeding out, but he's still sore? So he's not really moving from the couch. And they can ride him like that just fine, and they've been making a mess of him before this, kissing down his neck, his chest, sharp biting kisses.

And they've been grinding on his lap for the last ten minutes, and they can feel the effect they've been having on him, know he wants it as much as they do.

And his hands slip down, tugging at the waist of their fucking work pants, as he asks, 'please, let me touch you'

They climb off his lap, strip down as he kicks his jeans off and down, but when they go back to straddle his lap, shoves himself down the couch and tugs them up to his chest, their thighs around his neck, his hands on their thighs, squeezing as he asks if he can taste them-

And yeah. He gets them off with his talented fucking mouth, as he needs to prove that even down and out, he can still make them feel as good as they're making him feel.

And that's really fucking good.

And then when he's grinning up at them, all smug as they catch their breath, they grab his wallet and snag the condom they knew would be there on a hunch, and ask if they can ride him.

JUST WRECKING THE FURNITURE OKAY

They probably fall asleep together on the couch after, all tangled and messy, and it's gonna be hell to clean up, but neither of them care

SH uses his shower in the morning, he makes them an incredible fucking breakfast

Milo asks if he can take them out to dinner later, as of course he would, that boy is sold.

And that's it. That's how they start.

With a BANG heheheheh >:3

Look, I have too many thoughts about these two. Also, if Tumblr messes up the order of these bullet points, I will RIOT

#ej writes redacted #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted milo #aka an outline for a fic i may write one day #but not now ahahaha #the images are VIVID though #milo always feeling like he has a lot to prove #can't just lay down and take it without giving a little back #are they competitive in bed? yes #okay enough ej

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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hi im back with more Out Of Context lines from my outlines/snippets that i find mildly entertaining when going back through it all: Fantasy Au Edition!

#my humor is like... if you heard something mildly amusing from the next room over and blew air through your nose #mild. some would say Tepid!#anyway i have been writing just. so much fantasy au #Mostly Outlines but there has been some actual writing as well!#tbh i prefer outlines because i can have Fun with it. i dont really need to worry about them being completely in character yet #bc its just a Guide! i can take my lingo and spin it into theirs later on!#the au is just so fun!#i am playing with metaphysical dolls!#been focusing a lot on wally and his whole enchilada tho...#should think of some plotlines for others. spotlights for Them!#i... dont know how to tag this #if you see it you see it! if you dont then you dont!#ive been doodling a lot of fantasy au...#which you Will See in november!#i have a bunch of stuff queued!#none of it is like. Elaborate or anything but its in there!#to be Seen and hopefully Enjoyed!#some asks are to be answered and such yk yk

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batataaurdoodh · 8 months

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@hetalia-rarepairweek day 4: assassin

HRGHHHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO SMMMMM their outfits look more like spy outfits than Bollywood flash mob tbh

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holocene-sims · 3 months

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next // previous

august 24, 2021 1:00 p.m. rainbow bowling

✨ now playing: orange, you're not a joke to me! - stella jang 🍊

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #once again i know a lot of this update has been slow and just the two of them hanging out but you know!! grant deserves that!!#he deserves a break before the *checks my outline* next few events in his life...#holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

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andorerso · 3 months

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if I told you guys how long my document of Rebelcaptain fic ideas is... you would think I'm lying

#to be fair it has a lot of small random things #small headcanons #scenes with no context that popped into my brain #random dialogue i came up with or maybe heard in a movie and thought it suited them #and several pages long outlines #but it's still.... incredibly long #shut up sissi

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puppyeared · 5 months

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for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

#MOTHER FFFFUCKER #to be fair. my doc said I could stop taking them while im on break since i wouldnt need to be constantly pumped on stimulants #im not sure if it was a side effect but i managed to take like 3 different naps in one day and STILL managed to sleep thru the whole night #at least 2 days into my break. the weird thing is i didnt feel more or less rested afterwards. but mentally i think im in a good place rn #to really put the level of awakeness im at rn i feel weirdly confident i could start one piece. also bc of that sick new opening it BANGS #the song is really good and im in love with the animation style. did some digging and it seems one of the lead animators is masato mori #but i could be wrong. it seems he also did some work on mp100 which could explain a lot lol.. he uses smear frames really well to convey #consistent movement and fluidity!!! someone else might have done color design but it works really really well esp with odas style!!#just love the overall vibe and aesthetic and id really love to study it and incorporate a bit of it into my art.. especially the thick #outlines which i think helps to separate characters and objects on screen. though i have to say the style is definitely more suited to #animation bc of the simpleness and smears. maybe that will help me explore shapes and perspective when i draw... i wanna get better #at drawing poses and angles but i have a hard time wrapping my head around space and using perspective guide lines NGHHHH #i wonder if it has to do with my dogshit ability to judge distance. not depth perception but like. judge how far smth is in metres etc #im also wearing an N95 for the first couple weeks back bc of the wave. absolutely NO BODY is wearing a mask its so fucking over #where im sitting ive heard 5 different people coughing probably not into their elbows!!! and im just. head in my fucking hands #there was a kid sitting a couple seats away in class coughing as he pleases and i wanted to grab him in a chokehold so badly. PLEASEE #ive been annoying my family by asking them to mask up and reminding them to bring masks when they go out and showing them news articles #but at least its working bc we ordered some KN95s and my mom is at least taking me seriously so. please dont be afraid to speak up abt your #health. take care of yourself and others however u can!! wear that mask indoors at your maskless friends house!!! stay home when u can!!#im wearing a surgical mask at home too bc my parents have '''a dry throat cough''' and they are so bad at coughing into their sleeves #also im pretty sure dry throat isnt transmissible bc my brother started coughing too so.. i also tested negative but they havent tested yet #im also not a doctor but i have to keep reminding ppl whenever i can that covid and flu work differently. covid is new and too recent to #have nearly as much research done on it. it seems its also compounding so instead of building immunity it weakens the body and spreads to #to other systems which might explain brain fog and muscle weakness. i remember someone early in the pandemic got infected and it messed up #their smell/taste receptors so bad that they cant eat most foods and that stays in the front of my mind when i think abt covid. christ #yapping

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glass-oranges · 2 months

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What if I connected to a very unstable chassis then tried to kill you and your girlfriend wouldn't that be fun

#i need to redo my artfight refs and i needed to design the chassis part of vampire core for later on in the story #he has like an outfit change moment #is it even a portal story if theres not an evil bitch piloting the chassis /j #this is the same chassis seen in the portal coop dlc just with some changes so it's easier to draw #i think using this chassis works better than glados's because i don't wanna add glados to my oc story and vampire core does a lot coop tests #soo thats the vision #nothing against glados but id perfer to keep paradox as an oc only thing #and i don't wanna research how to write glados by reading her wiki page for hours #goddd i need to write the story outline before artfight comes #id like at least some of my characters to have lore on their pages ya know :)#i keep saying 'wow i need to write this already' then not doing it #oc writing is fun. i know its fun. i have fun doing it. but my brain tricks me into thinking its not fun and i don't like doing it #i got to the coloring stage before realizing I didn't like the brush i used for lineart so i had to redo it #but im glad i did it looks much better :) it also let me add the big claws i wanted him to have #i gave up on that puppet its an optional accessory for fun now sorryyyyyy #aughh i wanna animate so bad seeing my friends animate motivates me to do it too but I dont have timeeeee #portal #portal oc #Vampire core (oc)

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cream-and-tea · 1 month

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FIND THE WORD TAG

i was tagged by @encrucijada (ty!!) and tried to challenge myself by not using anything from Lay Me Down, so these are all taken from what i've written for Burn The Stars (my sci-fi fantasy thats in perpetual planning hell lol)

my words were: necklace, sigh, dream & heavy

NECKLACE

No one could say that Anandi Alva was not talented. She could recite epic poetry from memory and tell you the name of an old world plant by the way it grew towards the light and slip into the faces of others as easily as slipping into water. But the dead girl was in possession of a holy name, a holy vantage point to the unguarded backs of the most influential the Colossus Rings had to offer, a holy collection of necklaces where each glittering gem was modelled after a specific star, and the Priory had no need for Anandi Alva in the face of that.

SIGH

“I deal in precision Silas,” Danny sighed, turning away from the pulsing emergency lights. “I only fail when I leave things to chance.”

DREAM

This is outside of her, controlled, soft, it washes easily away once she blinks and realizes that she’s sitting on grass with her back resting against the trunk of a tree, one leg drawn up, hands folded behind her head as if she’s been sitting there casually for a few minutes at most. For all she knows she has.

This is a dream.

HEAVY

“You have to stop saying things like that.”

Silas paused, halfway through tying his hair back into its ponytail. “Like what?”

“Us, we, when this is all over. If you keep it up I might start to think there’s a chance.”

“I think there’s a chance.”

“I know you do.” They made a fist and pressed it to the space between their eyes. It felt heavy. Everything had felt heavy for a very long time now.

i'll tag: @albatris @spideronthesun @strangerays @violets-in-her-arms-writes and anyone else who wants to do it!!

your words are: slight, slip, silver and sharp

#currently outlining this has been a whole lot of ‘augh why are so many tragic things happening in my TRAGEDY’#i will write notes about a scene and then think about the finale/book two and need to stare at a wall for a bit #it’s okay though we’re coping we’re thriving we’re having fun #the conversation that final snippet is from does make me wanna put my head in my hands #but every danny and silas conversation does that they make me deeply deeply upset to think about #creme does a tag #wip: burn the stars

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru x Reader

ウタカタ (Hey, let's stay like this forever)

there is a side helping of Geto Suguru x Reader and Ieri Shoko x Reader in this as well, lucky you. Fifteen year old sorcerers are messy and emotional and a damn delight, lucky you

"Why did you throw the match?"

It's the next day when Satoru-san clatters up to you on your way to one of the libraries.

The way your lips press flat together and you wrinkle your nose is automatic, shown before you think to reel it back.

You step back automatically, even though Satoru-san has never really been the one to reach out and touch people.

"You won. You were going to win anyways," you say, a hard pit in your stomach, clutching your notebook to your chest.

He looks... put out, his eyes boring into yours over the rim of his sunglasses.

"You shouldn't give up early," he says, sulky.

The tone surprises you and it must show on your face because Satoru-san relaxes a bit, slumping over with his hands on his pockets.

You don't know what to say to him. You don't want to say anything, don't want to explain yourself. Satoru-san is smart. It feels like if you say anything he'll see right through you.

"What if it was a curse," he goes on, oddly awkward.

Is he... trying to reassure you? That seems a little off base, but he's also not leaving.

"You're not a curse," you say, confused. "You're a person." You curse your own name in your head. You need to stop talking.

Satoru-san half-scowls, looking petulant.

"What about a curse-user?"

"You're not a curse-user either," you say, feeling uncomfortable. You've never actually encountered a curse user that you had to fight. The wildfire draw of your power is always there, the what-if of what you could do if there were no rules bounding the places in your mind where it feels safe to use your power.

"I'm going to get ice cream" he says suddenly.

"Um, okay." The non-sequitur throws you, your grip on the notebook loosening just slightly.

He blinks at you expectantly over the rim of his glasses. He also isn't leaving.

He rolls his eyes at you like you're the slowest thing he's ever encountered and grabs your wrist.

"Come on."

"Hey!"

It's a nominal protest, more to do with how he could easily yank you off your feet than anything else. It means there's not much choice but to follow him, stumbling a few steps quicker so you're standing by his side instead of behind.

He lets go of you so quickly, pausing so he's behind you and buffeting you downward with the threat of stepping on the backs of your shoes.

Coming around the corner, you catch sight of the other two.

"If you explain yourself, people come around faster," Suguru-san calls up, gaze fixed over your shoulder.

"Why would I do that?" Satoru-san asks, but he sounds like he's smiling as you scoot behind Shoko-san for the space to tuck your notebook away.

"Where are we going?" you ask him, only for him to refuse to explain, darting off on his stupid-long legs and leaving the rest of you to follow. Suguru-san easily keeps pace, rolling his eyes good-naturedly and trailing back enough that it forces Satoru-san to slow down before he loses the rest of you.

Shoko-san looks amused but lets you grab her hand and tug her along so that you're clustered together.

You're pretty sure you're not technically supposed to be off campus yet, Yaga-sensei is going to throw a fit. The future knowledge of danger though just makes this seem something like an adventure, like you're all just normal teenagers breaking school rules for something simple and normal.

Satoru-san crowds at your back when you get to the ice-cream shop, yelling his order over everyone else's heads like he owns the place.

He doesn't scare you, this boy who people say will be the next god in the jujutsushi world. He's a skinny, too-tall highschooler, loud, trying so hard to be happy. He doesn't need to. He could be cruel, a bully. He could have really hurt you, but he hadn't.

And he's right. You had held back, because it doesn't matter that he's got some legendary power. You'd held back because you couldn't figure out a way to attack that wouldn't hurt him.

Well, hurt a normal person.

Satoru-san pays. He also steals spoonfuls from everyone's cups except Shoko's who playfully slaps him out of the way of the huge waffle cone she'd gotten.

It breaks enough ice for Suguru-san to offer you a taste of his, hojicha, and he accepts a spoonful of yours until you're trading ice cream back and forth, Shoko-san gently mocking by offering you what she won't let Satoru-san steal.

Shoko-san stops in a convenience store with Suguru-san on the way back. It leaves you alone with him again.

"You're right," you say. "I shouldn't have given up even though I'm not good enough to beat you the way I would like to."

Satoru-san snorts, but it's not an unkind sound. "I'm not fragile."

Seems like it's too late to pretend with him, which is something of a relief. You won't have to be so careful with your words.

"I discovered my technique when someone tried to bully me in elementary school. They pushed me down and tried to hit me and I was too scared to realize I wasn't getting hurt before I pushed them away and sent them flying three meters."

Satoru-san laughs, and you have to admit it's a bit funny. Your six year old self had been terrified of getting in trouble. It was only because no one could believe a kid could send someone flying that far without leaving a single bruise on their own knuckles that you'd gotten away with it.

"When Takao-sensei showed up and started taking me to the dojo, it was far too easy for me to seriously injure the other students, because of my technique." You'd dislocated shoulders, broken knees and noses. Not on purpose, but because you didn't know what to do with the energy that pounded into you from practice strikes until it all released in a single strike.

Satoru-san going after you head-on instead of moving around your blocks had evoked that same feeling - unable to get away because you knew he would never respect outright running, too outclassed by his natural speed to put pause to the onslaught, too unwilling to sincerely fight him on the off chance you'd actually hit him and damage the most important sorcerer on campus.

"If you'd been a curse I would have gotten out of the way and attacked you from the side again, or just shot you up into the sky." The image of the curse you'd done that to and how it all but impaled itself upon your blade on the way back down made your lips twitch in amusement.

"That could be interesting," he said, baring his teeth in a grin. "I've never had an aerial battle before."

What an intriguing thought.

"Maybe a rematch someday."

The bell over the convenience store's door jangles.

"Who's having a rematch?" Shoko-san tucks something into her pocket. "I just fixed your arm, don't let him break it again."

Satoru-san stuck out his tongue at her and turned back to you. "If you wait until you're ready you'll never catch up." His gaze was haughty, a challenge. "Not that you ever will."

You felt like you were going to fall over from how hard you were laughing, bent over your own stomach.

Shoko-san was staring at you, a half-smile on her lips, fingers tapping on the new box in her pocket.

"Ha-" you wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, abdominal muscles aching. You giggled one more time, "I'm not that easily baited, Satoru-san."

Shoko-san had stepped up the road out of direct line of sight to the store and was pulling the cellophane off the box of cigarettes. You followed her back out into the bright spring afternoon, relishing the warmth after eating something cold and then standing in the shadows of the trees.

The other two quickly caught up, Satoru-san looking distinctly pouty.

"Are you really going to start sparring with us?" Suguru-san asked. He was, as always much more intentionally polite than Satoru-san. However, there was something eerily eager in his expression too.

You caught a pebble on the tip of your shoe and kicked it down the road.

Satoru-san's provocation had been intentionally a little silly as much as it had been serious. You'd notice him do that sometimes - say something halfway wise or something that could be almost good advice, only to pull the chair out from under it as it was about to land.

You weren't competing to become another special grade sorcerer, to clamber up to where they were. A sorcerer fought alone and for their own convictions. It was one of the first bitter lessons Takao-sensei had taught you.

"I really don't want anyone to get hurt," you sighed. Suguru-san would understand, out of the two of them. He was the one who understood collateral damage the most, even if he was weird about it.

Shoko-san blew a stream of sweet smelling smoke by your ear. She was as invaluable as the other two and got paid the salary to show it and her cigarettes always smelled like good tobacco, almost like the hand-rolled stuff the old men in your town used to smoke outside their favorite gathering places.

"I need to practice my technique too. If no one's getting hurt what's the point?"

That little bit of eagerness, the spark of battle which Satoru-san's curiosity had inspired was almost easy to grasp again. It was cold and sharp, like light caught in a marble.

You wanted... you wanted to try. A jujutsushi's life was never safe, never without danger. It was one thing to destroy curses, but Satoru-san was right. If you waited to try until you knew you could do something, wasn't that the same as not trying? Takao-sensei had promised comrades for whom you wouldn't be an immediate danger.

At the time, it had seemed like the first solace you might have in a while. But if you were going to remain a sorcerer, remain alongside these people who dragged you off campus to break the rules, to laugh and steal food from one another and live knowing your work let others live, you couldn't just wait.

"Weren't you the one who just told me not to let my arm get broken again?" But it was said with a teasing lilt.

Shoko-san bit down on the filter of her cigarette and pulled at your arm, sliding the sleeve up and holding the limb up to the light. "Not for a week. You have two arms though."

"And two legs," Suguru-san added. "Your footwork needs work anyways."

"You know I was promoted to second kyu before enrolling here, right?"

"Was that before or after you started throwing matches?"

"Ouch. As long as I'm the one getting hurt, I guess. Shoko-san, please make sure to heal me!" you smiled at her. "You're the coolest one here, so I'll leave my body in your care."

Shoko-san scoffed, but patted your arm kindly.

There was a tug at your back, and then Satoru-san was bolting ahead, your notebook held in his hands.

"What-?! Satoru-san!"

"Who's this?" He was flipping through pages and got to one of the dividers where you had pasted a picture of -

"Deguchi Aki," you replied, squinting at the photo, "and Itano Tomomi. I think."

Suguru-san was also squinting into the distance. It occurred to you that you should probably chase after Satoru-san before he lost the loose pages simply tucked in the book.

"Idols?" Suguru-san guessed.

"Yeah, I saw the group debut a new song at the end of last year. Satoru-san!" He was flipping through pages now in a way that was actually make you nervous.

He laughed when you chased after him, using his advantage of height to hold the book out of your reach.

"Come on, I know you can jump higher than that."

You actually could, especially since you'd left your umbrella on campus and were already warmed up from the walk.

"Hah!"

You snatched at the notebook and grazed the cover. Satoru-san just showed too many teeth, but you didn't see his eyes go a little wide as you spun on your landing foot and launched yourself into the air again.

He was fast, as expected, and you only touched the second lowest ring this time.

"Satoru-san, I haven't had time to punch holes in the loose pages!"

This time he swung the book loosely while you chased it around his body.

Just as you were about to reach it, pushing your speed higher with cursed energy, a black blur missed your nose by centimeters.

You looked up, blinking in surprise. You reached for the book in Suguru-san's hands, but he twitched the book out of your reach.

"Hm, I think your notes are more organized than mine," he teased, hopping backwards when you tried to see what page he was on.

"I've never seen your notes." Sorcerer uniforms didn't usually have a lot of material hanging off of them so they couldn't be grabbed. You only mourned that loss now when it meant you couldn't steal anything from Suguru-san in return.

"We should study together," he said. closing the book and reaching out to hand it to you.

"Mm, okay."

Shoko-san appeared in front of you, smiling faintly, and when she was gone, the scent of smoke and lemon was left behind and your notebook was nowhere to be found.

"They're cute," she said, peering at the same page Satoru-san had opened to.

"They're really good," you said brightly. "I'll show you a video when we get back."

"Sure, show me."

Shoko pulled further away every time you nearly caught up, and her odd wheezing laughter was starting to catch in her throat once you realized what she was up to and simply started to chase her back up the road to the school.

Just before you would have caught her for real, Satoru-san once more dashed ahead, this time picking Shoko-san up on his back over her protests.

"Shall we?" Suguru-san appeared at your side, offering you his hand.

You recalled his speed and nodded, determined. "Let's go."

His smile was open and excited when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cheered him onward.

You raced all the way to the gates, Suguru-san and Satoru-san happily trampling past a ruddy-faced Yaga-sensei, already bellowing something about neglecting the education of young sorcerers, but you're all laughing, cheeks chilled by the spring breeze, shouting back We're home.

*いゔどっと - ウタカタ (Ivudot - Utakata) title from this song

Utakata is a word that can mean a bubble on the surface of a liquid, or as an adjective mean something ephemeral, transient.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #this is set in #omegaverse #but has no mention of #a/b/o dynamics #or #a/b/o #gn #it is after the first time this mc fought against Satoru and couldn't decide how to fight back fast enough to avoid injury #benefits of writing a bullet point outline of the early days #I can expand on those bullet points more easily than inventing totally new things #reader insert #alpha!reader #getou suguru x reader #ieri shoko x reader #if anyone's wondering i think Satoru dragged them to a foreign style ice cream place #he probably got something nonsensical with lots of add-ins and strawberries or chocolate #maybe shortcake or something like those tillamook ice cream sandwich things #suguru got a very light and refreshing hojicha which was one of the few traditional flavors on the menu #he would have gotten matcha or mint but he knows a better matcha place #shoko had something like ginger and lemon/brandysnap flavor in a cone instead of a cup #(when satoru is paying she likes to may him Pay haha)#brandysnap because i like the way that cookie sounds and it's something i can see being in an asian shop branding as european

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