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sunderwight · 4 months

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Bingqiu AU where SY and LBH grow up as childhood friends (idk maybe they're both at QJP but Shen Jiu is less of an asshole, or maybe SY transmigrates into Random Village Bully Child No.3 when Binghe's mom is still alive -- or both) and there's none of the tension of the idea of "one day Luo Binghe is going to rip my limbs off" for Shen Yuan.

So he and LBH can just be bros! Fantastic! Shen Yuan has never had a little brother before but he's had a little sister, he knows how to do this. Just spoil the cute kid rotten!

It's only fair compensation for how many terrible things LBH is gonna have to endure on the road to ruling the world, after all. SY also feels more freedom to change minor aspects of the plot around, too, like maybe he'll stop Liu Qingge from dying, definitely he can help LBH get a better start to his cultivation journey, and maybe the abyss and xin mo thing doesn't really need to happen...?

The list of things SY considers meddling with ends up including wives.

Like really, come on now, Luo Binghe may be a stallion protagonist but there's no need for that many women. Especially when at least half of them are just increasingly cheap copies of the other half, and that's being generous about it. Some of PIDW Binghe's wives were, frankly, horrible people. And if he's being honest about it, it wasn't fair of Binghe himself to take on that many either. Even if anyone would naturally give their left arm to be the protagonist's wife, after a certain point Binghe just can't spend that much time actually with them! And then he can't form the kinds of deep and meaningful bonds which might actually help heal his trauma!

SY's not looking to interfere too much, of course. Ning Yingying is not his favorite wife, but she's fine. She causes trouble but it isn't on purpose, and she's genuinely sweet and willing to befriend Binghe before he's anything special (although even now, it's obvious Binghe is special). Ning Yingying can stay.

And of course, so can Best Wife Liu Mingyan.

But Sha Hualing? Well, she offers some political advantages, and as the demon wives go she's not the worst. She's kind of iconic and was very popular, but Shen Yuan thinks the harem could do without her scheming and malicious attitude towards the other wives. The cost of harmony was too high for the political bonuses offered, especially when Binghe might as well just take her ancestral lands by force and be done with it. He's going to advise against that match.

And the Qin sisters. Sure there's the legendary threesome, but Wanrong's dead weight and it never struck SY quite right how Qin Wanyue pressured Luo Binghe into sex. The threesome wasn't even good anyway.

Better Qin Wanyue than the Little Palace Mistress on that front, though. But aish, that's complicated, the Palace Mistress is even more politically vital to securing HHP than Sha Hualing is for her father's kingdom, and almost as bad for the peace and harmony of the harem. Ultimately SY will leave it up to Binghe, but if Binghe asks, he's going to advise against the Huan Hua wives too.

With thoughts like this in mind, SY starts talking to Binghe about how to establish a household, what to look for in a spouse (or twenty), and other topics of that nature. What sort of household Luo Binghe ought to strive to have, and what sorts of standards he should himself to. Also while of course assuring him that Shen Yuan isn't interested in women. Lest he worry that Shen Yuan might be trying to steal any of the wives from him, at any point. He's not competition!

SY: I am helping to pave the way for Binghe to have better marital relationships! I am the best big brother slash best buddy ever! don't worry, no matter what happens to Binghe, this gege will be your no.1 cheerleader forever!

LBH: is he saying I should get a palace if I want to marry him? well... that sounds reasonable. ok, I will do it! (•̀ ω •́)✧

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 2 months

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Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if I can make one hehe, you don't have to do it or anything like that, but I'll leave the idea here anyway hahaha.

I would like to request a teen! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader and kid!Megumi (or gender neutral) Where Satoru Gojo and reader have known each other since they were little and they are both powerful, therefore when it is time to go on the mission to protect Riko Amanai she is also sent along with Satoru and Suguru,She also suffers because of Toji Zenin and basically everyone is traumatized (here we stick to the canon, doing the daily angst that our dearest Gege gives us..:) ) And basically after the events, reader and Gojo go to Megumi to make Touji's last words come true,I'd like to see a little bit of domestic fluff and a little bit of angst hehe...Reader seeing Toji in Megumi but at the same time wanting to stop because she knows they are completely different people. Happy ending :D

A/n: Thank you for this wonderful request, I'm pretty sure this is the first request regarding JJK in general so yippeeee! Enjoy!

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN (TEEN!GN!Reader x TEEN!Gojo) [ft. KID!Megumi]

"Stay here with Misato, just in case that man manages to make it down here."

You simply nod, looking away. Something felt wrong, you could feel it in your gut. You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder and you look up at him.

"Satoru's got this, he's the strongest there is. You probably won't even be needed."

You turn to Riko, the sadness building up inside of you. She looked like she was about to cry as well. You had so much fun with her, you'd miss her so much. She rushes into you for a hug, and you hug back tightly, your eyes welling with tears.

"I'm going to miss you." She buries her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you too, bug."

You let go of her and watch as she walks forward with Suguru, leading her to the end of her life.

You and Misato finally hear the elevator coming down. Satoru made quick work of that guy; it really didn't take that long either.

"That must be him, right?" Misato looks at you, happily.

You start to smile as you felt the elevator growing nearby. Soon it fades, you detect no cursed energy from the lift at all. You start to activate your technique and Misato gets prepared to fight.

The elevator doors open then everything goes black.

"Y/n... Y/n!"

Your eyes slowly open as you wake up with a bad headache. You blink a couple of times and finally adjust to the bright light. Shoko stares at you in relief, smiling softly at you.

"W-What happened?" You suddenly remember the elevator and-

You sit up quickly, groaning in pain and being calmed by Shoko.

"Easy. Easy!" She touches her hand to your back softly, rubbing up and down.

"Is Satoru okay?!" She nods.

The door to the clinic opens to reveal Suguru, a solemn expression on his face.

"Suguru, what's wrong?"

"I gave Riko a choice of continuing to live or to die. She chose to live her life."

You smile, happy he gave her a decision.

"She's...um..."

You laugh softly, smile slowly fading. She couldn't have...

"She's alive and back at home with Misato...right?"

He stays silent, looking at the shiny floor of the clinic.

A sobbing scream was heard from inside the clinic as Gojo listened silently near the door.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You shoot awake from your bed, looking over at your boyfriend who is still sound asleep. Your hand unconsciously rubs the spot where Toji Zenin's bullet almost killed you. You let out a sigh and escape from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

"You're fine." You open the fridge, the glow illuminating your face with the most perfect uncomfortable amount.

You lean your head against the fridge door and take a deep breath before grabbing a water bottle. You couldn't help but rest your head against one of the counters and sob. You hated how your traumatic experiences will always come back to haunt you. You wipe your eyes, take another deep breath and take a sip of your water.

Your ears pick up a light pitter-patter sound approaching slowly. You turn towards the noise, observing Megumi with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, stopped in the middle of the dark hallway.

"Hey Megumi, you shouldn't be up. What's up?" You crouch down in front of the counter as he continues his silent approach.

"I heard you crying and I couldn't sleep." The kid looked so much like him, he scared you sometimes.

"It's nothing to worry about." His eyes are so similar to his father's.

"I think it is if you're crying. Did you have a nightmare?" Everything is similar to Toji.

"So-Something like that. I'm almost an adult, it's nothing."

Megumi just stares at you blankly for a moment before wrapping his blanket-winged arms around your neck.

"Everyone's afraid of something." He leans in closer to your ear, whispering. "It's okay to admit it, I'm afraid too."

You smile and hug him tight, rocking him back and forth on the kitchen floor. He made you feel better, way better than before. He's just a kid, Y/n. He's not his dad.

"Let's rest together, yeah? It might be easier to sleep that way." He nods, tiredly.

You scoop him up and walk over to the couch. You lay on the couch with him cuddled up into your neck, softly breathing. Megumi fell asleep quickly. You brush your fingers through his hair, watching him fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you follow him into a better dream than before.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Satoru wakes from his sleep and walks into the living room, knowing you got up in the middle of the night. He spots Megumi cuddling with you in his sleep and you hold him tightly.

'Cute...'

He touches the small scar on the side of your head and then kisses it, bending down slowly. You're more comfortable with Megumi and he hopes you'll get closer to him from here on out.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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jiminjamms · 2 months

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sex therapy :: 27. missed me?

chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. therapist! toji. a very broken marriage (cont.). heavy angst but i am still not gege. infidelity/adultery. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.0k

notes: i hope everyone has been swell! sending hugs to every corner of the world, and i hope my writing can be your little break from reality. i have also added more chapters to the fic since i cannot wrap up the story in the next few chapters, ha. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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12:33 PM Toji called 12:33 PM He told me that my daughter collapsed in front of the twins? 12:34 PM And you got into a fight with her? 12:34 PM How did that happen? 12:34 PM Are you with her right now? 12:37 PM Answer me please, I need to make sure she’s fine (Missed Call) 12:38 PM Can you phone me back asap? Thx 12:38 PM I’m still in the office right now, wrapped up the weekly meeting with the operating committee 01:01 PM Hello? 01:01 PM Hey, are you there? (Missed Call) 01:12 PM Toji called again, he gave me a rundown, and I have to say… 01:12 PM I’m very, very disappointed in you

Perhaps the better word would be terrified, but Naoya was truly and genuinely astounded.

How the fuck did this happen?

Naoya could feel his breathing grow shallow and his body turn cold as he read through each message from his Chief Operating Officer once, twice, three times. For a while, he stared at his chat history, his shaking thumb hovering over the screen while his mind went blank.

What started as an argument between just you and him now had your father involved. Not only your father, though—but also Mai, Maki, and now Toji?! How bothersome. Of course, you had to drag everyone into this! The world always had to revolve around you.

Naoya could not think straight as his chauffeur sped him back to the office from Mari’s apartment later that day. Even when he returned to his CEO suite, he could hardly focus on his conversations with department heads or strategy discussions with the Board when Daisuke L/N’s messages haunted him like an omnipresent and malevolent spirit.

‘I’m very, very disappointed in you.’

Goddamnit!

Naoya did not miss how your father was absent from the afternoon’s meetings either (although he was not stupid enough to point that out aloud at work when Naoya himself was involved in why), nor did he miss his own father’s narrowed gaze which seemingly lingered on him longer than usual.

Oh goodness, did he know, too?

No, he couldn’t have. Otherwise, Naobito Zenin would have pulled him to the side by now and given him a long and stern lecture.

Yet, when the early evening arrived, Naoya ultimately decided he must talk to you directly.

Not because he actually cared about your well-being. (Ha, as if.) But because he needed to quash the possibility that the rest of his family, particularly his Board Chairman father, could get a whiff of his quarrel with you before all hell broke loose.

Moments like these warranted him to push aside his dignity before things could worsen.

His greatest fear would be for this recent argument to become a domino effect, as the downfall in this marriage would certainly place him in hot water.

With that, the current Zenin CEO then tapped his phone for your contact.

He needed to check up on you but ended up in voicemail.

So, he dialed once more.

Voicemail.

Again.

Why were you not picking up his calls?

You always found a way to irk him with how ungrateful you could be. Sure, there was no secret that you hated him. He would admit he was rude, belittling, and patronizing, treating you like a trophy to tote around, a doll to splay at his will, and a woman who needed to learn her place. He knew this and you knew this, because he exclusively tolerated this marriage as a means to accelerate his life.

Despite everything, he made sure his wife was well-fed and looked after, only for you to throw a tantrum and now get his extended family involved? Ludicrous. Why not focus on the good things about him? Could you not see how he had attempted to reach you at least thirty times throughout the day? (His ultimate reason admittedly was selfish, but that’s not the point.)

Anywho, since when did you think that ignoring him was acceptable?

In a frustrated fit, Naoya tossed his phone into his desk’s paper heap and huffed.

To set things straight, he had made many sacrifices in his life to get to his seat today, like how—back in the day—he had to watch TV anchors praise his older cousin while sipping champagne in the Maldives with…whatever girlfriend he had been with at the time. Life had been hard, but he at last had everything he should’ve been entitled to since birth. This position, this family, and this company belonged to him, regardless of what stupid fucking traditions dictated.

Unsurprisingly, when Naoya took the helm, everyone scrutinized him. Sure, he might have lacked in a few (or, more accurately, a lot of…) regards since he hadn’t been built into the position the way Toji Zenin had been, but having you as his wife made him look good in family conversations and public discourse.

He just needed a little more time to get people to trust him. Then, once all the pieces clicked into place, he resolved to toss this marriage to the side.

That ‘time,’ he hoped, would be soon.

For now, he just needed to keep you for as long as he sought fit.

Buzz.

Well, speak of the devil.

You must finally be returning his call.

The sky had gone dark in the windows behind him now, but Naoya practically leaped from his seat, scrambling and shoving papers aside to find his phone buried beneath several printed reports. He hated how his hands quivered as he held the device, not that he could control himself at this point, and he snapped the moment he swiped at his screen.

“Where the hell are you?” Naoya hissed, clipped and impatient.

He did not get an immediate response, which infuriated him even more since he taught you to acknowledge him on the phone.

But then, he learned why.

Because instead, Naoya heard a low and harrowing chuckle.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

The end to a marriage, for obvious reasons, would never be as glamorous as the start to one.

Many would dream for years about a wedding, but far fewer would think the same about a separation.

‘I'm going to file for a divorce.’

Admittedly, you were nervous when you announced the decision aloud in a crowded room for many eyes to see and ears to hear.

After all, even if you recognized the need for a change in your matrimony, you feared the consequences. You didn't want to cause your families to grow apart or your fathers to resent you. In addition, Naoya had been such a dominating fixture in your life these past few months, and he had led you to believe your days without him would be meaningless.

However, no longer could you set aside your emotions for his sake, nor would you expend extensive effort to salvage your marriage for other’s desires. Your sole purpose henceforth was to live a satisfied life without sacrificing more than what you already have for a husband who hardly look your way.

As a result, when you acknowledged divorce as the best possible solution to your demise, you were grateful for the emotional support and relieved faces from your worried father, the younger teenagers, and your trusted therapists.

Especially Toji.

“Come with me,” the very man ordered once you stepped into his apartment’s corridor with him.

Everyone else had been brought down to the apartment’s lower level after the earlier discussion in the master bedroom, with Megumi forced to take on the role as host in his father’s absence. The younger Fushiguro might be aloof and sometimes awkward, but word had gotten around that he was a good chef with his aunts nagging at him to prepare dinner.

“C’mon, don’t you want to show us what recipes you have learned on TikTok?”

“...No, not really. Can we just order KFC?”

The other conversation that drifted upward was between your father and the other three therapists, which made sense given that they all used to be colleagues back when Toji had been the CEO.

There was laughter, chatter, and the entire brouhaha brought ease to your nervous heart.

“Ladies first,” Toji said at some point after you had trailed behind him. He had taken you several meters ahead, opening the door to invite you inside. “This is my home office.”

You did not yet see the point in him doing a House Tour 2.0, but you walked in upon his gesture anyway. The hardwood floor beneath you felt warm, your body heating up slightly despite the coolness in the air.

Toji kept his office space as tidy as the rest of his abode. He had a white leather couch situated by the doorway and a workspace configuration to the side with desk lamps, an expensive chair, and a dual monitor setup.

Above his screens, Toji probably had fifteen accolades in cherry wood frames, each to showcase his achievements as countless magazines named him the best leader, the top executive, and the most promising innovator.

What caught your attention, however, was the wall beside his workstation.

There was a corkboard.

At first glance, the tacked-on magazine cutouts and photograph snippings seemed like a messy litter on the brown surface, but thin red strings—which made this look like a detective movie prop—connected one piece to another and suggested an order to the chaos.

“What is this?” you asked, a question not directed to anyone in particular as you neared the corkboard without waiting for Toji’s permission.

Upon closer distance, the vague letterings and images became clear.

The newspaper cover story fastened at the very center read in big bold print: “Zenin Corporation Announces New CEO.”

As the realization dawned that this was what Toji meant to show you, the man’s measured footsteps came up from behind you. He stopped at your side, watching how you inspected each element on the corkboard as though his room was your laboratory and he was your professor.

“The World Economic Forum estimates that more than 5% of global GDP is lost to corruption around the world each year,” he began, crossing his thick arms firmly over his chest. “Many articles you see here had been published online only to be taken down not even a few hours later. I suspect that Naoya this year alone has spent hundreds of thousands, if not millions, bribing the Japanese media to curate the public image he needs.” He then pointed around. “Look for yourself.”

You would have called Toji out for being a total creep if the objective of this collection had not been obvious. With scarlet threads weaving together to reveal an elaborate web of deceit, Toji had been curating an exposé.

There was one photo from your wedding day. Standing at the altar with Naoya, you looked so happy and blissful back then, the vibrant bouquet in your hands a colorful contrast against the pristine white of your Vera Wang wedding gown, your face radiant with a smile oblivious to the heartache that would come.

This publication, you have seen before.

What you did not recognize, however, were the articles dated from nearly a year ago, well before your wedding day, with even more printed five months ago, two months ago, one week ago…

…and reading the titles made you feel sick.

Japanese Hotshot Shares Intimate Kisses with Rumored Girlfriend Photos Reveal Recently Married Executive’s Secret Affair? Exclusive: Zenin Corporation CEO Spotted in Mexico with Alleged Lover

The accompanying pictures had the same two subjects in plain clothes and baseball caps, showing off little skin to reveal their identities to prying busybodies. Yet, upon an immediate glance, you recognized Naoya Zenin as the taller figure and assumed his very precious ladyfriend must be the other.

Photographers had snapped the two embracing each other in a cab’s backseat, sharing a secret kiss after a luxury mall date, and holding hands while stepping into a private plane.

All to say, you were revolted.

The more you mulled on these printouts, the more you could feel visceral disgust build in your chest.

To think you once contemplated saving a marriage with a man like that. Whatever his plan was for him and this woman, did he intend to make you a side character to their romance until the day you would die?

Your gaze darted around, and the photo with the most unobstructed view of their faces placed you on pause.

All of a sudden, a hard lump formed in your throat because, Holy shit, she’s…stunning.

Seeing the woman who your husband had had his sights on immediately unlocked a whole new level of insecurities within you.

No wonder Naoya could not bring himself to be married to you when he had her.

The woman was exquisite, to say the least. Despite the picture’s poor quality, you noticed her bright elegant face, plump pink lips, and long full lashes—precisely the characteristics that would turn heads in a crowded room. In fact, you secretly wished that you possessed her overflowing pulchritude as well.

If she was an angel from your point of view, she must also be in Naoya’s eyes all the more.

You gingerly drew a circle around her with a finger.

“Is she his mistress?”

Why did you even ask that? You already knew the answer. But, you wanted to confirm the facts rather than satisfy your curiosity.

Meanwhile, Toji ran his index finger very slowly over his lower lip.

He answered a while later.

“Yes.” As you had expected. Then, he added, “But she’s also my ex-wife.”

What—

Your jaw dropped to the trenches.

If you thought tonight had been filled with enough revelations, this one really sealed the deal.

His…ex-wife?!

Unlike the man before you, hiding your deepest emotions had never been your forte. Instead, you had gone stiff as your mind reeled in shock.

“She’s…Tsumiki’s mom,” you said quietly at the realization.

Yes, you have heard a lot about her. However, to make the connection between the lady in the picture and the woman who owned currently Naoya’s (and previously Toji’s) devotion stirred awake a thousand emotions.

Anger. Bitterness. Resentment.

Megumi had told you plenty about her before.

‘Treated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dad’s money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughter—my stepsister.’

Her pretty face could only go so far in disguising her dark heart.

With this understanding, you finally grasped Toji’s bitterness when he first met you. How fickle fate had been to him. Comical, even! For his younger cousin to take his succession rights to the clan, his executive position in the company, and—to top everything off—his wife from his family. Only for you (of all eight billion people in the world) to show up at Toji Fushiguro’s office asking for sex therapy?

Now, you comprehended why Toji and Naoya despised each other.

In addition, you understood why Toji and his colleagues had been suspicious of you. Trust takes time to build yet a moment to shatter, and all of them have had this trust broken before. By Naoya, yes.

But also, by her.

“What’s her name?” you had to ask, ignoring the searing ache in your heart.

Your therapist, on the other hand, tried to play off his vexation by shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“Mari,” and also, “She still uses my last name.”

Wow.

The audacity that some people in the world have.

“Here let me help.”

“Hm?”

At first, you did not quite get what Toji was referring to until he started tearing the magazine photos and newspaper stories.

Wordlessly, you gawked at him, both in confusion and astonishment.

“Why—”

Before you could complete the thought, Toji had placed everything into a neat stack and thrust the pile into your hands. “There,” he said with finality. “If you are to file for a divorce, take these to Naoya. See what the bastard has to say. Staying with him any longer would be a fatal flaw.”

Toji had never seen a single interaction between you and his cousin in person, yet he could confidently say your husband was the hamartia in your life. Perhaps the signs had always been obvious. Or perhaps, his recent experience in a toxic marriage allowed Toji to notice the red flags in yours from miles away.

“If you give him too much time, he’ll come up with his offenses,” he went on. “We don’t need to outfight him, though. We simply need to outthink him.”

Something about Toji’s emerald eyes gleamed in a way you had not seen before.

It was a different side to him, one where he planned and strategized, a flickering core of the businessman he used to be.

“Hi.”

You and Toji froze at the sound.

Megumi’s voice had startled you two as the boy peered in from the hallway, waving a phone in his hand—your phone. “Sorry to interrupt but, uh, he called again.”

Interestingly enough, Megumi did not need to explicitly mention a name for you all to know who he referred to. As your screen flickered on, you noticed the numerous missed calls and text messages that had flooded your notifications, all from one particular culprit, no doubt.

Instead of embarrassment, your body surged with aggravation at how your husband suddenly seemed desperate to know your whereabouts.

So now he cared, huh?

Before you could retrace your steps towards the door, however, Toji had already done so. He retrieved the device from his son’s hands and started dialing a number from your phone.

You tried to stop him. “Hey, what are you—”

But Toji dismissed you, pressing your phone to his ear as the call began to ring, and his lips curled into a wicked grin when the other line must have picked up.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

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naeldeus · 2 months

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jjk 251

Megumi is a background character to his own tragedy

Chapter 251 dropped, and a certain character is not coming out unscathed. Our cast is trying to seperate Sukuna and Megumi, and after a few tries, Yuuji finally reaches Megumi. But Megumi denies Yuuji's help, having lost the will to live, allowing Sukuna to launch a counter-attack once more. For this, Megumi is called a bum and slandered all over the internet. Yuuji and Megumi's suffering is pitted against each other by the fandom. Part of it is memes, sure, but it's clearly more than that.

Realistically, Megumi and Yuuji are going through very similar events. Megumi lost his sister and teacher while under Sukuna's possession. Yuuji lost his friend, his mentor right in front of him in the span of minutes. Sukuna killed an untold amount of people in their bodies. Both went fetal after it happened. So why is the response so contrasting?

Yuuji's trauma in Shibuya is front, right, and center. His relationships were developed on-page, the reader is just as shocked by the loss of his loved ones, we're grieving right along with him.

Meanwhile, the events Megumi goes through aren't given the same care. Ever since he got fed the Finger Special, at no point does the narrative slow down so the reader can digest what's happening. Megumi's plot and struggles gets glossed over, skipped, or is a complete tonal disconnect to what's actually happening.

Tsumiki wakes up: the only on-page interaction is Megumi telling Tsumiki to go back to sleep, even though she woke up from a nearly two-year coma. She doesn't show up the entire Culling Games arc even though Megumi's participation was to save his sister

Tsumiki turns out to be an incarnated sorcerer: Megumi's reaction to his sister being dead and possessed is practically non-existent because Sukuna takes over Megumi right after

Tsumiki gets killed by Megumi's own technique: This is the worst one, imho. Yorozu is completely in control during this fight, we learn nothing about Tsumiki. There is almost no acknowledgment on how horrifying this situation really is. The narrative focuses more on Sukuna trying to kill Yorozu, creating this disconnect where Tsumiki is seemingly already dead but she has to die again for Megumi's angst. Does it really matter that Tsumiki's body needs to be killed by the 10 Shadows? Isn't the fact that Megumi will forever remember her dying by his own hand not enough? There is accidental pseudo-incest in this arc and it's completely unacknowledged. The tone is just all over the place.

Megumi takes the damage of 5 Domain Expansions: Is he brain dead? Was his soul damaged? Is he fine? What are birds? We just don't know

Gojo, Megumi's guardian, gets killed while possessed: Megumi and Gojo's relationship is a hotly debated topic amongst fans. Is Gojo Megumi's father figure? Are they even close? Did Gojo hold back from trying to kill Megumi or did he think Megumi was a lost cause? Is Megumi even aware of what's going on?

And the ultimate kicker to all of this: Megumi has shown up for a handful of panels for most of the events described. His story is absolutely horrifying and would cripple any man, but it's all off-screened or shrouded in vagueness.

But to large parts of the fandom none of that matters. If Megumi's friends put aside all their pain, why can't Megumi? Setting aside that Yuuji very definitely did not when it was him, I believe this is a direct consequence of the lack of character work. For months now, character after character dies, and no one reacts to it. Gojo, the biggest hope to most of the current cast, died and the story moves on to the next contender in the same chapter he kicks it. They all just jump into the fight like they're swapping party members in an RPG. It's no wonder Megumi gets disrespected for being the one guy who breaks down to the shit he goes through like a real human being. Why should the fandom care when the story itself does the same thing?

There's a lot of parellels Gege could have drawn between Yuuji and Megumi, and while that might still happen, the way Megumi has been treated as a plot device makes the entire experience incredibly unsatisfying.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk 251 #i posted this on reddit but i also want it here cause this blog is a collection of my thoughts #though i haven't seen the megumi slander on tumblr as much #so it's not as applicable to this platform per se #t

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quinnyundertow · 2 months

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When I Catch You Gege

Summary Reader is Isekai'd into JJK with the determination to change canon and make sure she rights the wrongs of Gege. Oh and enjoy her time there...yeah that too. No manga plot spoilers. Reader x everyone. All characters 18+ unless otherwise stated.

Content Warning: Canon typical violence, torture, suicide, Non-con, extreme bullying, angst with a happy ending.

Pairings: Reader x Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Junpei Yoshino, Okkotsu Yuta, Toji Fushiguro

Chapter 1

Comments & Candies

It all started with a comment on the internet. Which to be honest was pretty rare for you to indulge in in the first place. Don’t misunderstand, you had strong opinions about things -especially when some of your favorite characters or shows were involved- but between the trolls online and the way things generally devolved in comment sections it just wasn’t worth raising your blood pressure over anymore.

It started innocuously enough in some TikTok comments of a Jujutsu Kaisen fight mash up from the current Shibuya Arc. It was one of those videos where the quality is so high you don’t even understand how the user posting found it.

75 Comments

“Dude I fkn hate Mahito he better get left right goodnight next ep”

“lol get ready to be disappointed”

“I mean why mahito kinda…👀”

“get help….” “girlie I’m all for ignoring red flags but that’s a whole red flag factory” "okay but transforming body parts 😩"

You laughed at the comments per usual thumbing up your favorites before going to type your own. This fandom was so unhinged but you loved it. These comments were tame compared to what you would see on the average JJK thirst trap video.

“Gege is the worst curse 😭”

You hit enter with a small smile before immediately scrolling through a few more TikToks. Your timeline was currently Jujutsu Hell. Just about every TikTok was JJK related and while you adored the show (maybe a little too much) you were feeling a little bummed out by it lately.

Season one had become your ultimate comfort anime. It was endearing, funny, heartwarming and all the characters meshed so well. It made you feel like a part of their family -albeit a very hot family where you thirsted over about 90% of the cast-.

Sure the Junpei arc in season 1 broke your heart but it was a manageable amount of sadness. The movie was much the same; a little sad but overwhelming the good guys win and the family is together at the end. Then came Shibuya and all hell broke loose. Gege made you fall in love with Suguru Geto despite knowing that wasn’t going to end well. Your sweet baby Yuji was tortured relentlessly physically and mentally. Then he put your man Gojo in an eyeball box before he killed off a bunch of beloved characters. You were honestly starting to feel depressed. It sounds dramatic but you really loved these characters and it felt like Gege was torturing them for the hell of it. Character deaths were fine with a literary purpose but it was beginning to feel cruel.

Your mood dipped with your thoughts as you decided to close the app down. Before you could flick it shut a notification popped up at the top of your screen showing someone had responded to your comment. You clicked it to see the bigger thread.

“Yuji had to watch these ppl die to grow as a character”

You screwed up your face into an affronted expression. You had a tendency of wearing your thoughts on your face before managing to school them. Something that had gotten you in trouble more than once. Thankfully, in your own home that wasn’t an issue.

“Not really relevant to my comment..” you mumbled while typing a response. “But I’ll bite”

“Killing off characters just to make another one grow is the easy way out. Yuji is a kid. Torturing him senselessly isn’t making him grow, it's making him traumatized.”

Before you could even click away another comment popped up below yours

“U think u could do any better?”

You rolled your eyes at the comment. You loved Gege’s work, the universe and characters he created were amazing; but that didn’t mean you had to agree with every decision he made as an author. This is why you didn’t bother to leave comments. You hated having to justify yourself to random people on the internet. You contemplated deleting your original comment before you typed

“I mean I could get to the same places plot wise and emotionally without murdering everyone the audience cares about..” Before the guy could respond again you hit the phones off button to put it to sleep and threw it across your bed. You hated that your emotions tended to get involved in things as tiny as internet comments or tv shows.

You huffed into your sheets before mumbling, “If I was there I’d end up being an annoying Shonen protagonist…” you smiled thinking of the way Naruto relentlessly chased down Sasuke or Luffy refused to leave his Nakama behind. Rolling over you lay on your back staring at the ceiling grinning, “Suguru Geto you aren’t escaping the power of friendship buddy! I would drag your monkey hating ass back kicking and screaming. Hell, I’m saving Yu Haibara first, sending Geto to therapy, and taking Nanami to a freaking hair salon. Emo looking…” you laugh out loud before your reverie is interrupted by the screeching of your phone's alarm.

Your mood is forced to instantly sober, “I’m pathetic..” you muttered. Knowing in the back of your head you had to get ready for another day at your mediocre job with your shitty coworkers. And for what? To come home and be sad that the gorgeous pixelated men on the other side of the screen were getting knocked off by their God Gege (who you just decided to dub God-Ge).

After rubbing a hand over the bridge of your nose you tried to muster the energy to get up and get shit done. Raising up one hand towards the ceiling and making a fist you yelled, “Alright God-Ge you dick just you wait till I get Isekaied! Not one of my boys is dying and I all my babies are gonna grow up loved as fuck!!”

That was the last thing you remembered and what brought you to the here and now. Where ever here and now was… you were disoriented to say the least. You went from laying in bed to your body standing. White and red lights were flashing by with a blustery wind shaking you and rattling your clothes. Despite the confusion you registered that you were moving but not with any sense of purpose or even of your own volition. You were submerged in a crowd; bodies flowing around you pushing your stumbling form along. You were in sensory overload; the sound of racing vehicles, people talking, advertisements ringing. The lights flickering around you were blurred and the voices surrounding you were unintelligible.

You felt as if you broke through to the air from a lake in the middle of winter. Your mind was having trouble forming full thoughts. The information it was receiving was partial and you felt goosebumps break out down your arms as you felt a shiver go down your body. You noticed a ringing in your head as it gradually grew louder in volume. The tinnitus like sound became unbearable as you hunched over putting your hands over your ears. Your posture was protective as you just hoped the overwhelming feelings would-

The ringing stopped. The sounds around you clarified and your vision seemed to return to normal. It felt as if someone had thrown you a life preserver in frigid waters and you gasped at the sudden shift in physical sensations.

Something was grounding you. This warmth spread throughout your body and a wave of reassurance engulfed you. Still bent over with your hands on your knees you registered a hand on your upper back near your shoulder. The touch, warm and light, rubs a gentle circle only partially putting its weight on you. You aren’t the type of person to want to be touched by strangers but the person barely holding you relays comfort and reassurance. Their form was removed enough to show concern while not intruding on your space or coming off as disrespectful.

“Hey are you okay? You don’t look so good..” the voice was masculine but had this buoyancy and brightness to it. The energy behind it non-threatening and almost inviting. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to regain some baseline of where you are. You registered the sidewalk under your feet and your familiar pair of shoes. It had to be nighttime based on the level of light surrounding you. It wasn’t dark but the only thing illuminating your feet was colorful artificial rays.

The hand on your back left taking its warmth with it. Your eyes flicked up to meet a pair of brown orbs with flecks of gold. The person's face peering down at you was so close to your own your noses almost brushed when you looked up. Your voice caught in your throat as you choked in surprise at the handsome features directly in front of you. His brown eyes were framed with long dark lashes. The first thought that left your mind was he’s beautiful before a heat raced down your stomach.

At your noses almost touching, he stood up quickly from stooping to get a better look at you. He must have seen something in your eyes that clearly concerned him as both of his arms reached out to steady you on either side of your shoulders. His fingers flexed lightly on your upper arms as he maintained a firm but gentle hold, “Hey I’ve got ya, let’s move over out of the walkway.” The voice sounded like how someone would coax an animal out of a hiding place. It generated a sense of security despite the confusion all around you.

You leaned up to your full height, the hands on your arms providing support in the event you needed it. You fought past a wave of dizziness as your gaze followed his legs on their way to meet his eyes. He was tall, almost two heads taller than you. His face now turned away from yours as it scanned above the crowd for a destination. His hair was the same honey brown color as his eyes. The style boyish, straight and short; stopping above the ears before ending in an undercut. The bangs were untamed like he had run his hands through them one time too many.

“Hmmmm, umm…there’s gotta be a seat somewhere..” he mumbled to himself aloud. You tried to focus on his words but felt your form stiffen as you were bumped by the throng brushing by you, intent on where they were heading. When he spoke his voice tickled the back of your brain, a sense of familiarity rolling over you. You couldn’t help but focus on the sensation of his hands on your shoulders.

He visibly perked up as he seemed to have found what he was looking for before he glanced back over to you. He smiled brightly, making eye contact that made you feel a blush on your face in response. He released your arms briefly before a large warm hand reached out and clasped your smaller one before navigating you towards a less dense part of the horde. “So I don’t lose you.” he explained lightheartedly over his shoulder. His grip was soft despite the roughness of his own hands. You felt yourself rub against him reflexively tracing one of his calloused fingers with your own.

Your own emotions and feelings in your present situation baffled you. You were not some maiden needing saving nor some naive girl who would tag up with a random man. You watched way too much true crime to ever take a strange man’s hand and follow them into a side street no matter how attractive they were. However, rather than your intuition screaming for you to pull your hand away and run, it remained quiet. You had never believed in aura, chakra, energy or whatever but it was like you could sense his and it gave you only positive vibes.

Nothing made sense. A moment ago you were laying in bed on TikTok and now you were in the middle of a massive metropolitan area (you lived hours away from one) in the middle of a crowd with a guy you vaguely felt like you knew pulling you to God knows where?

Swallowing hard, you stumbled behind the larger male his broad back and strong shoulders taking up the majority of your view. You shadowed him closely so that you wouldn’t become separated. This was working fine until he abruptly stopped; someone cutting in front of you both with a bicycle. You tripped forward into his back, your fingers gripping tightly into his black crop top style jacket for support. A soft cry of surprise escaping your lips. He froze letting you regain your balance as you leaned against him fully. His back clearly muscled against your forearms and hands. “I’m sorry” you stammered out letting go once you reoriented yourself. The guy leading turned slightly towards you before readjusting your hand in his making sure not to let go. “N-no worries, one minute and we're there...” he announced in a soothing tone despite an outbreak of red flushing the top of his ears and the little bit of cheek you could see.

True to his word less than a minute passed before there was a gap in the crowds and you both emerged into a smaller offshoot of the main walkway. You must be between stores where the garbage and back employee stairs were situated because the area was pretty empty opposed to the sidewalk not five feet away. The familiar individual in front of you released your hand and began digging in his jacket pockets now. Below the jacket was a simple white t-shirt followed by formal black pants. The t-shirt was snug not leaving much to the imagination as you felt yourself swallow hard. Part of his tongue popped out in the corner of his mouth as he kept searching for something. Your mind immediately goes, cute, at the small pink muscle wedged in the corner of his lips. “Miss, do you prefer sweet or salty food?” He formally inquired looking up with a smile. He managed to fish out some candies from his pockets alongside what looked like a few candy wrappers and some pocket lint.

You blinked at the unappetizing handful in his outstretched hand before studying his face again. It was driving you crazy how familiar he looked. Though another part of you couldn’t help but assert you wouldn’t forget a face this attractive and boyish. A lazy smile graced his face as he looked you in the eyes holding forward his hand of proffered treasures. The way he expectantly looked at you reminded you instantly of a golden retriever. He was convinced that his outstretched handful would solve whatever issue made you double over in the street. “I bet it’s low blood sugar! My grandma has to deal with that so I got in the habit of carrying around a couple of candies in case she needs a little boost!” He gave a short laugh before reaching back to scratch his head with his free hand “but to be totally honest I usually end up eating it all and it’s really more of an excuse to keep candies on hand all the time…” he paused clearly still waiting for you to take one of the brightly wrapped sweets. His expression clearly reflecting that he could never imagine you not wanting one of the slightly melted goodies.

“Oh…okay, thank you?” Your response came out as more of a question then you intended as you glanced down and bridged your hand half way between you two before pausing. The wrappings were unfamiliar and you had no idea what exactly you were taking. A sarcastic voice in your head couldn’t help but quip, Good idea let's take candy from the stranger now that you’ve followed him into an alley.

He watched you, his smile never fading as you glanced up to make eye contact again a small furrow of confusion on your brow. He looked down at his own hand before exclaiming, “Oh! Right so this one is a little sour it’s got like a tangy…” the older teen continued to ramble on. His voice faded into the background as your brain went 100 miles per hour trying to catch up to everything happening. You definitely knew this guy. Was he a coworker's friend? That didn’t explain how the hell you ended up in a city. His candy spiel apparently ended as he looked up at you tilting his head to the side slightly.

A light bulb suddenly went off in your head as you exclaimed out loudly pointing as if you had the answer to a game of Pictionary. “Yu! Haibara Yu!”

Chapter 2

#QuinnyTheLibrary #WhenICatchYouGegeChapters #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #fanfic #fluff

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lizhly-writes · 2 days

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@todidot thank you!! ask and you shall receive!

Sometimes, Wu Youxuan wishes the age gap between himself and his sister was smaller. He’s almost jealous of Chen Liwei --- a twin sister, an age gap of barely anything of all, old enough to pull some weight, old enough to defend herself. An equal partner, rather than someone to take care of.

He never says this out loud. Who wants to hear it? Especially not his sister. It’s an awfully unfair thing to say “I wish you were different”. And anyway, it isn’t as if Wu Youxuan actually wishes Wu Xiying was any different. Wu Xiying is perfect the way she is: bright and clever and with a good future ahead of her --- or at least, a good future if Wu Youxuan is good enough.

“---and Teacher says there are millions of stars in the sky,” Wu Xiying chatters on. “I want to see them! But if you look up at night, there’s only five?”

“There are too many lights in the city,” Wu Youxuan says. “If it’s too bright at night, you can’t really see the stars. That’s why you only see five.”

“We have to go somewhere really dark, then.”

“Yeah. Probably outside the city.”

“We should go someday!”

Someday. Not likely any time soon. Wu Youxuan doesn’t have the money for that. It’s a struggle paying for tuition; it’s a struggle paying for the apartment; it’s a struggle even paying for food, sometimes. A trip outside the city is out of the question.

“Maybe,” Wu Youxuan allows. “When you’re older.”

Wu Xiying puffs out her cheeks. “You always say that!”

“It’s because you’re a baby,” Wu Youxuan says. “You’re so little. I don’t know how you can go anywhere when you’re this small.”

“You have a kid?”

Wu Youxuan jerks his head up.

Chen Liwei is there, casual as anything. He has a jacket thrown over his shoulder, a streak of something smeared across his cheek. Dirt? Blood?

It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he’s looking at Wu Xiying.

“No,” Wu Youxuan says tightly. “She isn’t my kid.”

Chen Liwei waves this off. “Fine, yeah, she’s not your daughter, I can do math,” he says. “Your sister? You never said.”

Yes, well, there are a wide variety of reasons that Wu Youxuan doesn’t advertise he has a little sister.

Wu Xiying is quiet. She’s taken a half-step behind him. Good. Wu Xiying knows better than to talk to strangers.

“Yingying, Gege needs you to cover your ears,” Wu Youxuan says. “I promise I’ll tell you about this later, but right now, I really need you to listen to me.”

Wu Youxuan takes a moment to make sure Wu Xiying is actually covering her ears, and then he walks up to Chen Liwei.

“If you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you,” Wu Youxuan hisses.

#my writing #wu youxuan #probably could have written more about wu xiling but uh. i ran out of writing stamina #but yes!#wu xiling is wu youxuan's favorite person #and he will kill whoever looks at her wrong

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frost-felon · 5 months

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221 was mostly fine, and 222 was a valley of highs and lows for me. 222 is perhaps one of the chapters that suffers the most from Gege's hardcuts. I would go from, "Are we actually gonna get a better understanding of Kenny's relationship to Tengen?" to 'I love Ino, I hope he has at least a single line of dialogue.' to "'Regulations'. Are these 'higher-ups' or this 'Jujutsu Headquarters' in the room with us right now?" to bemoaning the timeskip, etc, etc.

I'm glad we got some character moments, but knowing that moments like these can't properly stand on their own weight stings. That is, the depth of each character is often held back. I noticed it particularly hard with Maki, whose actions are hard to discern (in comparison to, say, how she acted at her introduction, months prior in the story's timeframe) based on what we're given. The panel I'm discussing, for reference:

As told to some of my friends: "Is she making a light-hearted comment because she's grown fonder of Gojo? Because she's uneasy? Because she wants to lighten the mood? Is she conscious that she's still giving Gojo more credit than she did months ago?

"It's a change from how Maki acted earlier in the story, sure, but not one I can point to with analysis to her character or how her relationship to Gojo has (or hasn't) changed. It's just there."

I am factoring in how Perfect Preparation changed her, her discussions with Noritoshi, and the sumo self-discovery (which was less about Maki, in my opinion, and more about Toji haunting the narrative), but I can't really land on an interpretation for this moment, with evidence provided by earlier chapters. With the ~month-long timeskip, it is impossible for me to know if any of the character interactions I can presume happened with Maki and Gojo led to this. Simply because I can't know what those interactions were, or even how many they had.

So this ends up just being nothing. The bare minimum, and maximum, it does is tell me that Maki has returned to a state of mind where she can 'threaten' some good old-fashioned roughhousing, maybe. There are some bits just a little later that could potentially give me more to go on, but she's largely played as having the same role as at least two other people in the following scenes. There are differences in expression for the "Go get 'em, tiger." scene with Gojo, but Maki doesn't affect anything through her action or inaction, and ends up replaceable, as a result. Though not nearly to the extent of Miwa, who might as well be named "Missing", for all her lack of relevance to...anything.

This is fairly light analysis, damn near a vent post with extra steps, but I do think the short supply of character-building moments throughout the manga cheapens both its characters and its pacing. Culling Games, while having FAR more pressing issues than needing more time to flesh out characters, did suffer from the time-jumps that the first half of the manga was prone to, and I hate to see this story convention return so abruptly and damningly.

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randomingoftherandomness · 7 months

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Hello! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could have the bros in a tight situation with a BAMF Yuanzhi and a stunned/very impressed Shangjue

A/N: If I may, I am going to take a slight teeeeeensy weensy twist here. A deviation. A happy gander down a grove. :>

I call this one “Yuanzhi and his very terrible, horrible, no-good date”

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Yuanzhi had been looking forward to a nice evening in town with his Gege. A nice dinner at the restaurant that just opened up, have a stroll together by the water, maybe check out some of the little stalls in the night market, and if he’s very good, he could wheedle a little gift from Gege to remember the experience by.

And if he’s extra good, maybe he can convince Gege that they could stay the night in town. Just the two of them.

Instead, what he gets is a bunch of idiots crashing through the roof of the restaurant, trying to kill them, and ruining a perfectly nice plate of steamed pomfret.

Once those pests have been dealt with, Shangjue gege immediately gets caught up with making sure the restaurant is compensated adequately. Not hard to do when you’re part of the de facto organisation running the place, but Shangjue likes being thorough.

They try to have a stroll, but that is promptly interrupted by a girl making eyes at Gege. Not that she ever stood a chance, what with Gege having his gaze solely on the path in front of him, but Yuanzhi’s mood sours even more nonetheless.

By the time they get to the market, Yuanzhi is just waiting for the next thing to go wrong.

For that train of thought, he is promptly rewarded with three fresh idiots with swords coming at them. Shangjue gege immediately takes the fight with two to the rooftops while Yuanzhi is left to deal with his own.

“Looks like the Gong family will be holding a funeral really soon,” one says. Yuanzhi nicknames this one Sour Breath. If he was looking for a response, he’s not getting one.

Yuanzhi tightens his grip on his sword and jumps right into the attack. Sour Breath gets a good slash three moves in and while it stings, it doesn’t stop Yuanzhi from pushing forth to impale him on his blade.

“Ge!”

He kicks off, rushing to Shangjue’s side. Logically, he knows his Gege has it handled. He’s one of the best fighters in the family after all, but Yuanzhi is pent up and full of rage.

This seems like a good outlet for it.

He ignores the wetness seeping into the fabric on his shoulder and bodily drags the two currently pinning his Gege down. Without sparing a second, he immediately whips his sword through the air and it finds its mark in the squishy belly of one of them.

“Behind you!”

Yuanzhi barely catches the blow in time with his gauntlet. Kicking back, he moves his body into a roll and sticks the third idiot with a paralysing shot.

They’ll need to keep at least one of them alive.

“You’ve improved,” Shangjue gege says as he is thing the third idiot up for the town guards to drag away. “I’m impressed.”

While Yuanzhi would have normally preened under the glow of a praise from his Gege, he’s just honestly sad and done with the whole night. Checking his shoulder, satisfied the blade he was cut with wasn’t poisoned, he tosses the idiot to the guards.

One of them will have to come collect their captive in the morning but that’s something for when the sun rises.

“Yuanzhi didi, are you alright?” Gege reaches out for him, taking him by the wrist. Yuanzhi gives him a wan smile.

“I’m fine,” He admits. “Just a little sad that tonight didn’t go as smoothly as I thought it would.”

At his response, the corners of Shangjue gege’s lips twitch. “And how would that have looked like?”

Yuanzhi ponders on the question. Then, as softly as he can in a crowd of people but still be heard, he shyly says, “I thought that if it was good, I could have asked you for a gift.”

Shangjue gege chuckles. Rubbing his thumb over the inside of his wrist, he lets go, looks around until he finds a stall. Yuanzhi doesn’t see which one he goes to, but when he returns he picks up Yuanzhi’s hand and slips a red braided bracelet on him. Tenderly adjusting the strings to better fit him, Shangjue lifts it, pressing his lips to cord and skin.

“For the record, you never have to hesitate asking me for gifts. You could ask me for the moon and I’ll get it for you. You never have to be good for me, you just need to be my Yuanzhi didi.”

Yuanzhi flushes a deep pink. Face going warm at that unexpected declaration.

“Come on,” Shangjue gege says, threading their fingers together. “Let’s get your wound treated. I think I have some Nv Er Hong left in my room that we can share.”

“Mn!”

#my journey to you #my journey to you fic #gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi #gab writes stuff #it’s four in the morning and I should be asleep but I’m here writing a fic instead #good life choices. I haz them

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Rusong: *standing outside A-qing's door*

A-qing: *coming out, wearing a beautiful pastel green dress~ along with accessories, her gifted comb, and makeup*

Rusong!

Rusong: *glancing at her*

A-qing: *blushing*

Rusong: you look pretty.

A-qing: thanks. Mo xuanyu did my makeup.

Rusong: that's sweet of uncle Mo.

*grabs her hand and lovingly placed his lips on her ear*

A-qing: R....Rusong....*turning red* what if someone....sees us.....

Rusong: *hugs* everyone knows that we're a couple. And who dares to eavsdrop on us.

A-qing: oh. *blushing* then, I can do this.

*kisses his dimple*

Rusong: *looks into her eyes*

A-qing: Rusong, you have a cute little smile.

Rusong: *lifts chin* you too.

Shall we, A-qing?

A-qing: let's go.

The party was in full swing! The Junior quartet were there sampling wine while a notorious Gumihos, Kitsunes and Hulijings were lounging around, having a good time.

Everyone present were either young business heirs~ and heiresses, or the elite.

Hey Dianxia,

Greetings, Dianxia.

Rusong: hello. Glad you can make it. *smile*

Your party is awesome as always, Dianxia.

Rusong: Jingyi and I had planned it.

Oh nice!

Rusong: mn. This is my girlfriend, A-qing.

You two make a perfect pair.

A-qing: *shy* nice to meet you guys.

Like his A-Die, Rusong loves mingling with the elite and being a proper host.

You have good tastes in women, Dianxia.

Love your style, Wangfei.

A-qing: ah. We're not married yet. *blushing intensely*

And I don't get that a lot.

Rusong: isn't she adorable? She's so cute when she blushes.

Of course Dianxia. She's extremely adorable.

Rusong: A-qing these are the children of merchants, ministers business owners, marquise, and minor nobles.

A-qing: ohh. (Rich Dianxia has rich friends)

Rusong: we'll be over there if you need anything.

Or if you can't find me, just look for er Dianxia.

Sure.

You're a wonderful host!

Er Dianxia! *hugs*

Jingyi: hey dude.

We came all the way to Korea.

Jingyi: ohh! My Gumiho counterparts.

Yea!

Jingyi: pleasure to meet you.

Jingyi: *exhales*

Jinling: finally, you got a job.

Jingyi: Jinling I always had a job. I'm a cultivator!

Jinling: dude that's more of a sport.

Jingyi: cultivation is hard work.

Sizhui: oh guys, don't argue. I totally agree that cultivation is a task by itself.

Jingyi: thank you Sizhui. My well wisher.

Ouyang Zizhen: *chugging down some more wine*

Jingyi: I don't know how Rusong can host a party. It's kinda tough.

Rusong: what's so tough?

Quartet: Rusong!!!

Rusong: hey guys.

Ouyang zizhen: hi Dianxia. And A-qing.

Sizhui: Dianxia. Who's this?

Jingyi: she's my sister-in-law. I'll beat someone up if they do anything to her.

A-qing: since when are nice. Where did your bossiness go.

Jingyi: Jinling was rubbing off on me so that's why I was bossy.

Jinling: hey!

Rusong: she's my girlfriend, Sizhui gege.

Ouyang Zizhen: well we all know the bro code. Our bro's gf is our sister-in-law and we got to protect them.

A-qing: ahh.

Jinling: Rusong, you didn't tell me this!

*nudges* why?!

Rusong: because it wasn't official yet.

Jinling: congrats Song. You little chick magnet.

Rusong: *laughing* thanks Ling gege!

A-qing: who are you? And why do you look like the scary peacock?

Jingyi: that's mistress Jin. Aka princess Jin.

A-qing: lol why are you calling him mistress Jin.

Jingyi: soon you'll find out.

Rusong: A-qing. This is my cousin, Jinling.

He's also like a brother.

A-qing: ohh waww. He looks so fancy, like you.

Jinling: thanks a lot.

And you better treat my baby cousin right.

A-qing: yea I got it.

So you're a Wangzi too?

Jinling: yes. My A-Die is the emperor.

The one you called the scary peacock.

A-qing: my bad.

Jinling: you shouldn't talk about my A-Die like that.

A-qing: fine.

Anyways, you two are the next generation of peacock and fox.

Rusong: exactly.

Jinling: we'll be Huangdis soon! *rests his arm on Rusong's shoulder* just Rusong and I, running the empire.

A-qing: cool!

Jingyi: I'll get so drunk on that day. Celebrating Rusong.

Then I'll congratulate Jinling.

Jinling: you can't stop being sour, can't you.

A-qing: I'm happy that you guys have a healthy bond!

Sizhui: mhm. Yes we do.

Where are you from?

A-qing: Yi city!!

You know. Coffin town!

Jingyi: that foggy place we went, Sizhui. Your remember?

Jinling: your brain is foggy.

Jingyi: because I'm sharing a brain cell with you.

Sizhui: I remember. We were doing some night hunting there once.

Ouyang Zizhen: isn't she gorgeous? Even though we're sharing Rusong Dianxia.

Rusong: ehem.

Ouyang Zizhen: sorry.

Rusong, you and your dimples had really attracted a beauty, as well as myself. Um...

How are you so charming.

Rusong: I think i do it without trying.

Ouyang Zizhen: Rusong, you're fab.

Jinling: you're so suspicious.

Sizhui: in Yi city, we were almost attacked by xue yang.

Jingyi: oh yea! I forgot about that!

A-qing: because you guys were trespassing. He doesn't like when people are in his territory, and also he was already in a bad mood.

Ouyang Zizhen: what happened to him? How can a hot dude be in a bad mood.

Rusong is never in a bad mood...*panics* not that I'm saying you're hot! Well...you are....Rusong, it isn't about you.

Rusong: *confused*

A-qing: he was in a bad mood because Songlan tried to choke him, then he went away with Xingchen.

And on top of that he accidentally soiled his xingchen cosplay.

Jingyi: with dirt?

A-qing: no. With blood.

And blood stains.

Rusong: as expected of uncle muffin.

A-qing: Are you guys princes too?

Sizhui: cultivators.

A-qing: you're Wangxian's kid?

Sizhui: yes. I was originally a wen.

A-qing: ohhhhh xue yang told me a lot about you! And how your parents do everyday means everyday.

Sizhui: haha. That's what they do best.

Ouyang Zizhen: I'm the sect leader of the Bailing Ouyang clan. For now I'm doing sect leader training.

A-qing: that's great.

Sizhui: and I'm the Wen sect leader.

Aqing: ohh. Well my Rusong is~

Sizhui: the Laoling Qin sect leader.

I know. He's awesome.

Aqing: right!

Afterwards some Kitsunes and Gumihos came and greeted Rusong and Jingyi.

Rusong: hey guys. *speaking Japanese*

Kitsunes: *heart melting*

Yes yes, Dianxia. We're enjoying ourselves.

Dianxia, your Japanese is so cute and quite proper.

Rusong: thank you. I practiced.

Ouyang zizhen: *shocked* Rusong knows Japanese?!

Jinling: and Korean. He has been able to speak them since childhood. Thanks to Xiao shushu and a couple of tutors.

Jingyi: my bro is super talented.

I'm still taking classes for those two languages.

Sizhui: that's cool!

Jinling: I hope you don't stress out the hulijings.

Some random Gumiho: Dianxia, can you tell a joke in Korean?

Rusong: my Korean is still rusty but I'll try. Just for you.

If A-Die was here, he would have helped me.

Er Dianxia, we want to hear your Japanese too.

Jingyi: ok guys. *speaks Japanese*

Awe. Brilliant!

But practice makes perfect!

Jingyi: yea I got to keep practicing.

Gumihos: *cracking up* Dianxia you have one wicked humor.

Rusong: glad you like, lol.

A-qing: Rusong, Rusong. Tell me something pretty in Japanese.

Rusong: *lifts chin* like?

A-qing: something what will make me blush.

Rusong: Anata wa watashi no monodesu.

A-qing: now what does that mean?

Rusong: *kisses her in her forehead* you're mine.

A-qing: *blushing* Rusong.

Rusong: it's true.

Ouyang Zizhen: awwwwwwww. I ship you two!!

A-qing: now i want to learn Japanese so I can understand you and your love talks.

Rusong: *smiling* as you wish.

Ouyang Zizhen: bro, isn't that your code language.

Rusong: nop. My Yunping dialect is. *wink*

Ouyang zizhen: nice!

Jinling: Rusong is very smart as always.

Sizhui: very charming.

Rusong: oh guys.

Lol, let's go take some cocktails. Shrimp and wine.

Jingyi: right behind you! You diva.

Rusong: A-qing, what type of wine do you want?

There's Korean wine there too.

A-qing: well let me go with the Korean one then.

Rusong: delightful choice.

Try the takju.

It's the best.

A-qing: ahh.

~~~

In Jing Manor's main mansion 📍.

Yao: *reclining while eating shrimp and drinking expensive wine from Dongying.

Xue yang: diva. Your shrimp is bussin.

Mo xuanyu: are these from Song'er and Jingyi's party?

Yao: mhm.

Su she: *sipping wine* I bet this will get Lan lips drunk.

Mo xuanyu: one way to find out!!!

Xue yang: Dianxia got some expensive stuff for his bash.

Yao: because he's Song'er.

He has the best things.

Su she: Song'er was born a diva.

Yao: exactly.

Xue yang: Jiggy, Jiggy, let's do some sexy roleplay nah. Since the juniors are busy partying.

Su she: stop acting like wei wuxian.

Anyways, can we, Huangdi?

Mo xuanyu: with your whip.

Yao: *laughing* I don't see why not.

Mo xuanyu: let's do it in your torture chamber.

Yao: excellent idea.

*stood up* i need some more wine.

Xiying.

Xiying: yes Huangdi. I'll order more wine and deliver it to your torture chambers

Fuying: should I get you your execution heels?

Team dimple: YES!!!!

Yao: *glares at them. Then looks at his attendant* certainly, Fuying. Please get them.

(Whenever Yao huangdi operates his torture chamber or handles criminals, he would wear high heeled boots. He has countless pairs of high heeled boots but these are his execution boots~ which are kept in another place.

Hulijings are hoarders when it comes to their Huangdi)

Fuying: yes Huangdi.

~~~

Torture chambers 📍

Yao: *sitting while his fox spirit servants put his execution boots on him, as well as poured him wine and fanned him*

Other fox spirits: *clinging on to their emperor*

Team dimple: *wiping their nosebleed*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege looks so powerful with his fox spirits.

Su she: he's definitely the lord of fox spirits.

Xue yang: Jiggy can take over the world with them. I'll find it very hot if he do.

Yao: team d.

Trio: *falls on their knees*

Yao: relax. I just called you.

Do you want me to chain you myself. Or should I ask my fox spirits to do it.

Su she: do anything you like, Huangdi.

Xue yang: *grinning*

Yao: *puts some shackles on mo xuanyu* A-Yu.

Mo xuanyu: *blushing* Yao gege.

Yao: I'm going to chain you to a post. *caresses mxy's lips* but don't worry. Team dimple will keep you company.

Mo xuanyu: do whatever, Yao gege.

Yao: perfect hostage. *lifts chin*

*turns to his servants* get the Lan.

Hulijings: yes Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: why Lan lips?! He doesn't deserve you, Yao gege.

Yao: shhh. *kisses*

Mo xuanyu: oh my goodness.

Yao: don't quarrel. *pats his cheek playfully*

Yao: xue yang.

Xue yang: *grinning* what do you want Jiggylicious. *goes to hug him*

Yao: *grabs his chin* not so fast.

Xue yang: are you gonna destroy me?

Yao: certainly, my little delinquent.

Xue yang: *goes to touch A-Yao's butt*

Yao: *hits him with his fan.*

Xue yang: dang Jiggy. Why are you protecting your cakes like that.

Are you preserving them for Xichen?

Yao: *glares at him*

*then chained him up and tied him next to mo xuanyu.*

Xue yang: can I have one kiss?! That little cutesleeve xuanyu got one!

Mo xuanyu: because Yao gege loves me!

Xue yang: he loves me more!

Mo xuanyu: I don't believe that!

Yao: enough!

Both: yes Huangdi.

Yao: *caressing xue yang's face* my delinquent. Why are you upset. *shows him some candy* hungry?

Xue yang: for those lips of yours.

Yao: *throws the candy away* as you wish.

Xue yang: how is my savage Jiggylicious not fighting me tonight.

Yao: because I'm a fair person. Everyone deserves a kiss.

*kisses passionately*

Xue yang: Jiggy. You're so sweet! Like honey!

Like candy.

Yao: ah really.

Xue yang: I love you. You make me feel so drunk! Ah!

Yao: *smiling* do you want to kiss the dimple.

Xue yang: hell yea.

*kisses*

Yao: mn.

Minsh~~

Su she: *kowtowing* I'm here, my emperor. I was waiting for you to chain me up.

*kneels before him and kisses A-Yao's hands*

Yao: my dear. You're the sweetest thing.

Su she: here are the chains and shackles.

Should I bring your whip?

Yao: *amused*

Yao: that isn't necessary. But I'll indeed chain you.

Su she: *stood up*

Yao: *pecks him* devoted henchman.

Mo xuanyu and xue yang: *jealous*

Su she: Huangdi, all my masculine energy is yours. Feel free to use me.

Yao: I'll never hurt you, Shanshan.

*Chains him up*

Hulijings: *coming in with Xichen*

Yao: hi Huan. *sits and crosses his legs*

Xichen: *astonished by his surroundings and A-Yao who was surrounded by fox spirits*

A-Yao you have a whole torture chamber?!

Yao: mn.

Do you like?

Su she: do you have a problem, Lan lips!

Mo xuanyu: you can leave if you want.

Xue yang: I don't know why this hot emperor Yao even called you.

Yao: *sips some wine*

Xichen: *kneels* A-Yao Huangdi.

Yao: *grabs Xichen's flute and lifted Xichen's chin with it*

Don't listen to team dimple.

Would you stay with me?

Xichen: *hiccups*

Yao: *using the flute to caress Xichen's face* excellent.

Xichen: *hiccups* A-Yao Huangdi, are those heels you're wearing? *hiccups*

Yao: yep.

Xichen: you look hot, my love. *kisses*

Yao: *kisses him some more*

Xichen: *rubbing A-Yao's hips affectionately*

Yao: *amused by him*

Huan, I feel cold.

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips, how dare you give Yao gege discomfort.

Su she: evil Lan.

Yao: guys. He didn't give me discomfort.

Winter is about to come soon, so nights would be chilly.

Su she: this Lan lips is turning everything into the cloud recesses.

Yao: *laughing*

Xichen: take my outer robes, A-Yao! You'll feel warmer.

Yao: *looking at his attendants* take it off for him.

And don't touch his headband.

Yes huangdi.

Attendants: *putting the lan robes on him*

Yao: since you're mine Huan, if someone else touches your headband,

they might lose their fingers.

Xue yang: why is Jiggy so hot.

Su she: I know right.

Yao: *ties Xichen's hands with his headband* beautiful.

Xichen: *blushing*

Yao: *drags him* let's go, Lan lips.

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #hulijing emperor 2 #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #su she #the untamed #Rusong #juniours #A-qing

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hualianff · 2 years

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Butterfly Love

Thinking about HuaLian going on a date to the zoo. They pass by the butterfly sanctuary that visitors can walk around as all kinds of butterflies flutter around.

XL knows HC loves butterflies just as much he himself dislikes them.

Well, more like fears them.

It’s an irrational fear, XL knows, because they’re harmless, beautiful creatures. While he’s gotten better at holding his ground when a butterfly innocently floats its way near him, XL has never been able to fully overcome his fear.

Which is why HC asks XL for a fifth time that: “Are you sure you want to go in?”

XL exhales shakily once they make it the front of the line to enter the butterfly house. HC’s larger frame presses against his back, a warm and comforting presence.

“I-I’m sure,” XL gulps down. He looks over his shoulder, pupils slightly shaking. “But don’t l-let go of me, okay?”

HC presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple.

“Of course, Gege.” A pause. “Thank you.”

A staff member lets them into a small room in the front. She details a few rules such as no grabbing the butterflies, stay on the path and watch for colorful wings to avoid squishing, and ask a nearby staff member if one wishes a butterfly to be removed from their person.

XL huddles further back into HC’s body. When he looks up and sees the excitement shine in HC’s dark, onyx eye, XL knows he’s made the right decision-

Or maybe not !?

A chorus of “oohs” and “woahs” fill the spacious room where hundreds of tiny wings flap in a whirlwind of blues, oranges, greens, purples !!

XL smothers his scream of terror into a panicked whimper behind both palms.

“Shhh, Gege, I’m right here. They won’t hurt you,” HC whispers against the shell of XL’s ear. HC carefully guides them to a corner, away from the rest of the group. He completely encircles XL’s waist with his arms and interlocks his fingers on XL’s tummy.

“There are so many of them,” HC can’t help but comment. XL manages a constipated grunt. “So many different sizes! And colors! Gege, look!”

He points to a butterfly with its wings closed, hanging upside down on the branch of the tree they stand by. XL gasps, closing his eyes.

When a brush of wind tickles his nose, XL blinks open to see a swarm of smaller butterflies that have the brightest yellow painted on their wings.

“S-San Lang!” XL yelps, pushing back, as if trying to melt their bodies into one.

“Shhh, baobei, I’ve got you,” HC murmurs. He nuzzles against XL’s hair, breathing, “We can leave now if you want.”

XL quickly shakes his head.

“N-no, it’s fine. Let’s k-keep walking.”

HC hums. “All right.”

He nudges XL forward.

A few children pass by the couple, squealing at how pretty the butterflies are.

“Maaa, look!! I have one on my finger,” a small boy shrieks, eagerly presenting his pointer finger. A butterfly with light turquoise wings perches on the tip.

“San L-Lang, you’d tell me if o-one of them landed on me, right?” XL questions.

They’re halfway down the path. To the side, plates of fruits sit atop a couple of tall rocks. There are a few butterflies indulging in the fruit at all times; others occasionally land for a sip or two before flitting off somewhere else.

“Oh…well, now that you mention it-“

“San Lang!”

HC chuckles, squeezing XL’s hip apologetically.

“Forgive me, Gege. It’s my fault. I was the one who braided those flowers into your hair.”

XL chokes on his saliva. He spins around in HC’s arms, alarmed.

“How many!?”

HC expression softens as he briefly assess the top of XL’s head.

“Four.”

Even though XL can’t see them, can’t even feel them, he suddenly feels very itchy. The phantom feeling of something crawling down his spine.

Tears well up in XL’s eyes.

HC immediately embraces his boyfriend close.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’ll ask them to remove-“

XL flinches away from HC.

“You- you have them too!” He cries out pathetically, pointing to the various butterflies that have made themselves at home on HC’s tall, broad frame.

HC holds his hands out in a steadying motion.

“Gege, it’s okay. Stay still and I can get us some…”

HC pauses as a butterfly with the biggest, nearly translucent silver wings lands dead center on his boyfriend’s nose.

“….help.”

Help indeed.

XL instinctively whips his head side-to-side, wailing, “Off off OFF!!”

The butterfly instantly lifts off, right before XL smacks his nose with an open palm.

“Gege, wait-!!”

But XL is already leaving HC in the dust, crying as a hoard of gigantic silver butterflies flutter after him.

***

Ten minutes later, XL and HC have safely made it out of the butterfly sanctuary. After the final 360 checks to ensure no stragglers are glued to their new friends, XL had bolted for the door and found refuge on a bench down the hill.

HC holds his trembling body with a frown.

“I’m sorry, Gege. I should have made us leave sooner.”

XL blows a raspberry on HC’s bare shoulder. His hair is now mostly loose, all the flowers having been frantically combed out and left on the path of the butterfly room.

“It’s okay, San Lang. It’s over now,” XL mumbles. He pulls back with a pout. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it together.”

“Gege never needs to apologize for that. Everyone has their own fears they deal with,” HC says with a reassuring smile. “Though I’m surprised you actually went in there today. Gege, I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” XL asks in disbelief.

“Yes. You’ve never let a butterfly get that close to you, much less touch you,” HC explains. “Back there, you let multiple butterflies come and say hi!”

XL doesn’t mention how that was not his intention, at all. Large hands cup his cheeks, and a pair of soft lips kiss his forehead.

“You were so brave,” HC continues. “My brave, little soldier.”

And oh, XL likes the sound of that.

He would also like some more kisses. He tells this much to HC, that anywhere would suffice - he’s not picky when it comes to his boyfriend’s affection.

That night, XL comes across the numerous pictures and videos HC took of their date at the zoo.

He will see exactly how brave HC’s little solider was in the butterfly room; XL’s blurred face scrunched up in horror, tear tracks on his cheeks, and a colorful array of butterflies lounging in his hair and on his clothes.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #cerdrabbles #hualian au #tian guan ci fu #modern au #fluff

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juusauce · 2 years

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Last Call ft. GoUta/GojoHime (One Shot)

This was originally for #GoUtaWeek2022 on Twitter.

Disclaimer:

This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credits to Akutami Gege.

Gojo conceals the fact that he suffers from an incurable illness from Utahime so as not to worry her. He wanted to call her and tell her how much he loved her, but as he waited for her to answer, he suddenly felt anxious.

His heart pounded against his rib cage. Hearing her voice was excruciatingly painful. He wanted to cry, but he bit his lower lip to keep the tears at bay. He planned to leave this woman in this world. He had no idea how painful it was, but he was exhausted. He does not want to be a burden to others, particularly her. It's too difficult for him to say, "I love you so much." He doesn't want to trap Utahime in his love.

He will be leaving the world at any moment, so what's the purpose of saying those words? Furthermore, hearing her cheerful voice made him think that right now was not the time to say it. While tears streamed down his cheeks, he happily listened to her stories.

His voice was shaky because of a lump in his throat, which worried her. He lied when she asked if he was okay. "Everything is fine, Hime; continue," he said, biting his lower lip again to keep the sobs from escaping his mouth.

Gojo sighed as their conversation came to an end. "Are you tired, Satoru?" she inquired. He nodded, as if he thought she could see him. He bit his lower lip hard to stop his sobs again. It was too difficult for him, but he needed to do it. He must not ruin her day. That was the last thing he could think about before closing his eyes.

"Uhm…" The lump in his throat forced him to pause.

"What happened, Satoru?" she asked.

"Nothing. Uhh, Hime. I'm tired, very tired." He said.

"Could I rest now?" He closes his eyes slowly, fighting for his life while waiting for her to respond.

"Sure!" "Good night, babe," he said as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Good night, my love." He suddenly paused. "See you…" After saying those words, his strength, vision, and breath gradually faded, but Utahime had no idea it was the last good night she would hear from him before he died.

Note: This brief au was originally posted on my Twitter account. Unedited version: Last Call

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

#gojo satoru #utahime iori #gojohime #goutaweek2022 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojohime au #angst gojohime #angst jjk #juusauce

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dimpledlianfang · 2 years

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I have seen a lot of stuff on the A-Yao or Jiang Cheng harem. So I decided to write a little piece of my own little scenario.

This is an A-Yao harem🌟

Yao: *sitting and fanning himself while scanning his harem members* such a surprise to see you all. *closes fan*

mingjue: didn't you not just call us here?! How is it a surprise?!

Yao: I have only called you, dage. The rest came because they miss me.

Xichen: of course I miss you!

Su she: missed you like crazy, Dianxia! How was your trip?

Yao: hectic. But successful. The array is done.

Su she: great.

Xue yang: *grinning* Jiggy.

Huaisang: I just came for some help, San ge.

Yao: *chuckles* what kind of help, headshaker?

Huaisang: *hides his blushing face with his fan*

Xuanyu: crouches and grabs his sleeves* Oh Yao gege! I'm here.

Yao: how sweet.

Jiang cheng: *entering*

Yao: ahh. Sect leader Jiang.

Jiang cheng: I'm only doing this for A-ling.

Yao: are you sure. Or is it something else?

Jiang cheng: meaning?

Yao: A-ling doesn't know what a harem is.

Jiang cheng: but we should have healthy relations right.

Yao: fine. *sighs* use that to cover up the truth.

I know that you can't do without me, even after our divorce.

Xichen: Wanyin? You're here too?!

Jiang cheng: Zewu Jun? Well I'm not surprised.

Xue yang: oho. Xicheng is here!!! I like this ship.

Yao: *glares at xue yang* shut up.

Jiang cheng: Zewu Jun and are also divorced. Because he said something about, he can't get this Yao off of his mind.

Yao: *laughing* how sweet of my er ge. But you two have so much in common.

You can't get over me.

Yao: now shall we start? Your lianfang zun is tired.

Xichen: aww. Oh no A-Yao.

Su she: you need some tea.

Yao: excellent idea. Oh sect leader Jiang!

Jiang cheng: I'm right here *rolls eyes*

Yao; get me some tea.

Jiang cheng: fine.

Yao: delightful.

Lxc and SmS: now can we kiss your dimples?!

Xue yang: it's proven to relax you! Jiggybun.

Su she: Zonghu, I deserve to kiss you first.

Xichen: I knew A-Yao before you.

Mingjue: let's just get this over with.

Xue yang: *licking lips* Jiggybun.

Su she: *pulls out sword*

Xichen: *pulls out sword* stay away from A-Yao. You two!

Su she: how dare you!!

Xichen: come at me. You Lan traitor!

Huaisang: *crying* Dage, San ge. I'm scared.

Mingjue: you all are giving me a headache!

Xue yang: do you want me to chop it off?!

Mingjue: *unsheathing baxia* stay away from me!

Yao: *grinning in amusement*

Xuanyu: Yao gege. *grabbing his sleeve* can you stop them from fighting.

Yao: *pats head* sure, my little Xuanyu.

Yao: that's enough. now single file everyone.

Mingjue: why should I line up to kiss you?!

Not that I want to.

Yao: there must be order, dage. But don't worry. You'll get your turn.

Xue yang: and what is that cake face simp doing next to you?!

Yao: Xuanyu? He's very shy, Yangyang. Hence he's always holding on to my sleeve.

Xuanyu: Yao gege.

Yao: ah. I'm here *strokes head*

Jiang cheng: here's your stupid tea.

Yao: splendid. Thank you sect leader Jiang.

Do you want any tea, A-Yu?

Xuanyu: mn. If gege insists.

Yao: now join the line.

Jiang cheng: for?

Yao: what do you think. *laughing*

Er ge, darling. You're first.

Su she: how?!

Yao: patience.

Xue yang: obviously he would want the real Lan first.

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jujutsubrainrot · 1 year

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Chapter 212: Fester (part 2)

// SPOILER WARNING!!! DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE CHAPTER YET.

/// While the official translations opted for "The Ripening, Part 2" as the chapter's title, in Japanese it's titled as 「膿む②」 – which means to fester, or to decay. It is a homophone with the previous chapter's title 「熟む」 – which means to ripen, mellow, or to acquire. Both words are pronounced うむ (umu).

Opening words: “Tsumiki suddenly talks about adding rules. What's her true intention..? Who is she really..?”

(Left panel)

》 Tsumiki: "How many years has it been..? I don't feel like much time has passed..."

Not incorrect, but just wanted to say that 何年ぶり (nan nen buri) literally means how many years has it been. ぶり (buri) is an expression used to convey "for the first time in (x period of time)" especially in instances when you have not seen/met someone, or if you haven't done something after a long time. Remember 久しぶり (hisashiburi)..? But not gokiburi!!!

(Right panel)

(...) 》 Tsumiki: "Really? No wonder walking feels so difficult."

Again, not really wrong but "walking feels so difficult" sounds better imo compared to "it's hard to walk."

》 Megumi: "Tsumiki, you should sleep some more."

Just FYI, in the raws when Megumi mentioned Tsumiki's name, it was written in katakana 「ツミキ」 - which normally indicates emphasis - instead of the kanji for her name 「津美紀」. However, Gege cleared it up in the author's comment [I accidentally saw it fufu] that it was his mistake; Tsumiki's name was supposed to be in kanji, not katakana. 🫡

Here, Tsumiki used 減らず口 (herazuguchi). From what I learned and know, the term means impudent talk or to speak without thinking. Sharp tongue, imo, is fine too. But if herazuguchi is an actual slang or something, I'm sorry that I don't know about it.

》 Yuuji: "Just a bit more. Once this is done, Fushiguro will be fine."

I believe daijōbu = "fine" or "all right" in this statement, but meh Idk.

》 Yuuji: "After this, the Angel will erase Sukuna along with me. And Gojo-sensei will be released from the "back" of the Prison Realm."

Didn't like the official translation =)

》 Yuuji: "And then.. Everything will be better."

Idk about yall but I often use "fine and dandy" in a sarcastic way so this official translation got me doing a double take. Fufu!

As I understood it, 「もっと大丈夫」 (motto daijōbu) literally means more alright/more okay, which obviously means better if things are already fine or will be fine. If I'm incorrect about this one or anything really, kindly correct me please, thank you!

》 Yuuji: "Maybe this is how it should have been from the start."

Incorrect translation in the officials.

》 Yuuji: "Back then, after I saved Fushiguro, I should have just vanished."

Yuuji said 「消え」 (kie) which means to vanish, to fade away, to extinguish, or to die or die out. While one may assume he probably said it was better for him to have died, I think Yuuji meant it should have been better if he had ran away after saving Megumi-chan.

》 Yuuji: (...) "That's already enough. Any more than this.."

John Werry missed again. This translation that I offered is basically how I understood from the raws =)

》 Megumi's thoughts: "The incarnated gains information about the modern era from the vessel's brain. That is why Choso, Sukuna.. [and] the incarnated-type players.. are able to function in the modern era."

Not incorrect but just wanted to provide an alternative translation~

》 Megumi's thoughts: "If so.. Reading the vessel's memories.. and impersonating the vessel themselves should be possible."

》 Yorozu: "Weren't you the ones that explained to me about it? About the Culling Game and your plan to withdraw/leave [from it]. If I can get 100 points for free, [surely] I'll take them."

Werry changed the entire statement and omitted some details, lol.

(Left panel)

》 Yorozu: "My first battle in a thousand years. I want to [be able to] choose the place and opponent."

(Right panel)

》 Yorozu: "And of course the first battle will be [against] Sukuna."

Sukuna's name was written in katakana 「すくな」, but just like Tsumiki's case Gege said this was a mistake. His name should have been written in kanji 「宿儺」.

》 Sukuna: "[Because of] the binding [I made] with that brat.."

If you've been following nanami-says, a duo that help to address mistranslations in JJK, you'll know about the term "binding vow" which got mistranslated ever since early in the series.

“This is a binding vow” ⇒ “This is ‘binding’. A contract.” The whole sequence where Sukuna explains “binding” (sometimes also translated as “restriction”) got mistranslated, which carried onto later chapters. It seems the translator combined “binding” and “contract” into “binding vow” but imo it looks more like they were meant to be separate sentences, with “contract” being an explanation Sukuna supplies for “binding”, as opposed to an actual part of the term. Anyway, whenever Sukuna says “binding vow” in this chapter afterwards, it’s actually “binding”. Actually, pretty much every time any character says “binding vow”, it’s just “binding” instead. (Except in the instances where the translators for some reason translated it yet differently.) — Source: nanami-says.tumblr.com

Also, just wanted to highlight that Werry decided to go with "boy" in the official translations when Sukuna called Yuuji 「小僧」 (kozou). Kozou originally and literally means a young monk in training but gradually it became another word for "young boy". It can also mean kid, or even brat, and can be used either affectionately or derogatorily.

In anime, though, kozou very often means brat, so yeah Werry should have just translated it as "brat" here like... Sukuna has always been one rude mf to anyone but Megumi-chwan right? So anyway, just remember that each time you see Sukuna says "boy" in this chapter or henceforth, he's saying "brat" actually.

》 Sukuna: [WHAT AN] EXTREMELY.. FOOLISH/DUMB BRAT!!

》 Sukuna: "That binding [of] "I won't hurt anyone".. didn't include him!!"

Here, Sukuna was referring to the binding condition that he offered Yuuji (right panel for reference). In the raws, the "I won't hurt anyone" were in quotation marks; Sukuna is stating that by "anyone" he had meant everyone else EXCEPT Yuuji. [What a mean arsehole T.T]

As to why he said "What comes after this is a gamble." in several panels before, I believe it's because Sukuna never specified verbally to Yuuji that he won't be included in the "anyone" part.

》 Sukuna: "Do you remember..?"

》 Sukuna: "We'll [be able to] see something interesting."

》 Sukuna: "Didn't I say that..?"

This whole chunk was quite messed up, so I just wanted to correct it a little bit =)

Closing words: “Sukuna incarnates in Fushiguro's body..!!”

#jjk 212 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #so what do yall like: meguna or fushikuna or sukumi or sukuguro #sorry I was late to post this 'cause life came up #gege akutami #megumi fushiguro #sukuna #itadori #culling game #sukuna possesses fushiguro #m/translations

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See how A-Yao helps Xichen with his hangover.

Xichen: *waking up on A-Yao's bed, while still hugging his hat*

Yao on the other hand was sitting in Lan Xichen's clothes and headband, while being attended to by his servants.

Huangdi looks so cute in Lan robes!

He's so adorable.

Yao: *laughing* these sleeves are too big for me.

Huangdi, it means that your hands will remain warm and toasty.

Yao: right!

Xichen to himself: what happened.

Gosh, A-Yao looks so cute.

A-Yao.

Yao: A-Huan! You're awake.

Xiying, help me before I trip over the cloth.

Xiying: yea, got you Huangdi.

Xichen: *blushing* now that's where my headband and outer robes went.

Yao: yep.

You slept later than usual, A-Huan.

See, I woke up and made breakfast for you.

Xichen: you did??

Yao: Yunping style food.

Xichen: awww, A-Yao.

Yao: I should tell uncle in law that Lan lips is getting out of hand, sleeping late.

Xichen: maybe if you weren't in my arms, then I would wake up earlier.

Yao: *blushing* oh you.

Xichen: *sits up, then hugs him gently* I can't remember what happened last night.

All I remember is being with you, then with your team dimple.

Yao: and when you lost your thumb.

*laughing*

Xichen: what??

Yao: *caresses his face* nothing Huan.

Xichen: was I drunk?

Yao: kinda.

Xichen: oh noo!

Was....was....I cute?

Yao: very. Don't worry. You're really cute when you're drunk.

Xichen: A-Yao *grabs his sleeves* can we snuggle some more. I don't think I want to go out today.

Yao: how come?

Xichen: my head is still spinning.

Yao: awwwww, you have a hangover?!

Xichen: what's a hangover, A-Yao?

Yao: *giggling* nevermind, A-Huan. Just relax for today.

Xichen: yea. That's why I want to snuggle with you in bed all day

Yao: *blushing* oh my.

Xichen: would you, A-Yao?

Yao: *flushed red* yes...let me get you your breakfast.

Xichen: mn. A-Yao, I hope you're not busy today.

Being Huangdi and all.

Yao: nop, today I'm all yours!

But I just got to meet with team dimple and A-Song.

Xichen: *smiling*

Yao: breakfast is served, Huanhuan!!

Yunping style delicacies! Courtesy chef Yao.

Xichen: awww. Those are the same dishes you made for me.

Yao: yup. With extra love.

Xichen: will you feed me?

Yao: heehee, baby Xichen returns!

Sure I will, darling.

*lovingly feeding each other*

Xichen: the taste hasn't changed. Which is sweet.

Yao: I'm glad you're enjoying.

Xichen: of course I am.

Lan Furen made it for me.

Yao: *smiling* Lan lips.

Xichen: will you teach me how to cook some time?

Yao: sure.

Xichen: *rubbing A-Yao's thigh* so surprising that the emperor who has over 29 chefs, still remembers how to cook.

Yao: yea, A-Huan. It doesn't really make a difference, because I was emperor when we first met.

Xichen: I admire your humbleness, beloved.

That's the true secret to success.

Yao: mhm.

Xichen: *kisses him on his forehead*

My adorable Lan furen.

Yao: *smile* do you love Lan furen?

Xichen: yes, dearly.

Yao: *feeds* how delightful. Because I love you too!

Xichen: Huangdi. Can I give your fox tail a kiss?

Yao: *blushing* Huanhuan. I'll be back shortly. Heehee.

Xichen: A-Yao--

Ok fine. Come back quickly.

Mo xuanyu: morning Yao gege!

Yao: morning.

Su she: what's up with Lan lips? Did you tame him.

Xue yang: Jiggybun is cosplaying him lol.

Yao: Yes i am!! And he's fine, but really clingy.

He wants me to stay in bed with him for the whole day.

Su she: *rolls eyes* doesn't he know that you're a Huangdi. Unreasonable Lan.

Xue yang: getting lipsy in bed, I see.

Yao: seem so. He's getting very lipsy.

Mo xuanyu: that's kinda cute, Yao gege. But Lan lips should understand that you have work to do.

And when I mean work, I mean spending time with us.

Yao: *laughing*

Xue yang: and your huangdi stuff too, of course.

Su she: will we be deprived of you?

Yao: of course not.

Xue yang: that Lipsy man.

Su she: I know right.

Xue yang: I'll march right up to them and tell him, Lan lips! A-Yao is busy Empering right now.

Mo xuanyu: and if Mr. Lips asks what is Empering!

Su she: we'll just say that it's the act of being an emperor.

Yao: *laughing* oh no.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, team dimple has their own dictionary.

Yao: I see that.

Xue yang: diva-ing,

Su she: the act of being a diva.

Xue yang: lipsing.

Su she: the act of wooing A-Yao with their Lan energy.

You have to be a Lan to do that.

Mo xuanyu: dimpling.

Xue yang: this have two meanings.

One, the act of Jiggy flexing his dimples.

And two, the act of carrying about work assigned by Jiggy.

Yao: hahaha, you three have a lot of spare time.

Mo xuanyu: yea. You can say so.

Rusong: A-Die, *hugs* morning.

Yao: hii, good morning Song'er.

Yao: Song'er I'm a bit busy with A-Huan. So you're in charge for a while.

Rusong: sure.

Am I in charge of team D too!

Yao: yup.

Babysit them for me.

Mo xuanyu: babysit?!!!

Su she: aww, little highness.

Xue yang: we babysit him.

Yao: well it's the other way around, lol.

Yao: you can borrow Fuying if you want , Song'er.

Got to go. Team D, be on your best behavior with Song'er.

Rusong: behave.

Su she: Little highness, you're so cute.

Xue yang: you should be the one who's behaving, kid.

Mo xuanyu: fine Song'er we'll be on our best behavior.

Are you happy now?

Rusong: mhm.

A-Die, I can handle it.

Yao: I see, you can!

Xue yang: A-Song is just a tiny Jiggy.

Su she: dimples and everything.

Yao: *kisses A-Song on his forehead*

See you guys soon.

Xue yang: go destroy Lan lips in bed, Jiggybuns!

Yao: lol, we're just going to cuddle.

Xue yang: then suffocate him with your floof.

Mo xuanyu: you know all lans have kinks.

Yao: how? No!

A-Huan is not like that.

Mo xuanyu: when he's not horni.

Later.....

Yao: A-Huan. *snuggles in bed with him*

Xichen: Huangdi. *kisses*

Yao: why are you formal, lipsy?

Xichen: because you're adorable.

*their hands knitted with each other's.

Yao: oh really?

Xichen: mhm. *caressing his face*

Yao: *kisses the side of his neck*

Xichen: *lovingly rubbing A-Yao's waste.

*starts kissing him behind the ear. *

Yao: *sinks his hulijing teeth into Xichen's shoulder*

(It just felt like an ant's bite for him, as A-Yao would never hurt him.

He's only deviously rough with team dimple)

Xichen: ah. A-Yao.

Yao: did I hurt you?

Xichen: no. Do it again!

Yao: ok then.

*bites*

Xichen: mmm.

Yao: *snuggles in his arms*

Xichen: my loving emperor. *strokes head*

Yao: *caresses his lips* your loving fiance too.

Xichen: how can I forget that?

Yao: better not, Lan lips.

Xichen: when will we get married?

Yao: very soon. I still have to put huaisang under control.

Xichen: what? Is he bothering you? I heard that he hired people to kill your people.

Yao: yes, but I have my eyes on him.

He says he's rectifying his mistake, yet i don't believe him.

Xichen: I'm here to protect you, Huangdi.

I love you.

Yao: *smile* awww.

Xichen: I want to be your bodyguard.

Yao: sure, you and team D are.

Xichen: as you wish.

Yao: are the nies jealous of me? Why do they hate me so.

Xichen: don't worry about them.

You're one in a million.

Yao: er ge, you're so sweet.

Xichen: *caresses his dimples*

Yao: *cutely makes his tail appear*

Xichen: cutest of all hulijings, emperor A-Yao.

Yao: yes A-Huan, honorable Zewu Jun

Xichen: may I kiss your floof.

Yao: *laughing slightly* Huangdi would love that.

Xichen: *kisses his floof*

Yao: *makes his fox ears ppear* get behind the ear.

Xichen: sure.

*kisses*

A-Yao, you're so warm and fluffy.

Yao: *rests his floof on Xichen's face*

Xichen: *giggling*

Yao: *flicks it in his face*

Xichen: emperor, have mercy. I might die of cuteness.

Yao: *laughing slighly*

Xichen: how do they function, having such an adorable ruler.

Yao: they're accustomed.

Xichen: aww.

Yao: *rests his head on his chest*

Xichen: *hugs him tightly, then closes his eyes*

Stay like this, A-yao.

Yao: mhm.

Xichen: do you feel toasty?

Yao: very.

Xichen: stay in my arms.

Yao: would I ever refuse to?

~~~

Meanwhile with team dimple and A-Song.

Rusong: *talking to someone in the hallway* Huangdi will be delighted to meet you later in the evening.

X: great. And tell him that he's doing a great job as always.

Rusong: sure I will, and thank you.

Team dimple: *relaxing in the other room*

Xue yang: Yuyu. Do you think that Jiggy had destroyed Lan lips?

Mo xuanyu: without a doubt.

Su she: the Lan can't handle Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: yea, he's too hot.

Xue yang: Jiggy only acts fierce with Dage and goes easy on Xichen.

Su she: cuz Xichen is a softie. Bunny boy.

Mo xuanyu: does he go hard on you also, xue gege?

Xue yang: oh heck yea. I like it when he pulls out his guqin strings and ties me. Hehehehehe.

Mo xuanyu: same.

Su she: I would do anything he asks. I'm happy once he's satisfied.

Xue yang: this Jiggy is hella gorgeous.

I want to poison Xichen just to get to him.

Su she: Huangdi belongs to us and not that cringy Lan.

Mo xuanyu: the guy doesn't even improve after the dimple tests.

Is he immune to us??

Xue yang: never. He's just stubborn.

Su she: they always believe that they're the best. *rolls eyes*

Mo xuanyu: want to spy on Yao gege?

Xue yang: obviously.

Su she: same, but we can't invade his privacy.

Xue yang: bro we're team dimple.

Mo xuanyu: I wonder if we can scare Lan lips. What is he afraid of?

Xue yang: his brother's face.

Su she: maybe dirt.

Xue yang: a dead rabbit

Wait no! A zombie rabbit!

Su she: do you think that he would tame it with that face of his?

Xue yang: nah.

Well let's see! Xuanyu, go catch a rabbit and bring it in my fierce corpse ground.

Mo xuanyu: mn.

Su she: give it a name.

Xue yang: haha. That's a a must.

Rusong: Team D.

Mo xuanyu and xue yang: *startled*

Su she: heh heh, little highness, you're back.

Xue yang: did you hear our plan, little diva?

Rusong: yup! I heard everything!

Su she: ah, I see that you multitask just like your A-Die.

Rusong: Team D, why do you want to prank Shizun?

Su she: because it's funny.

Xue yang: because he's Lan lips.

Mo xuanyu: Song'er, Lan lips had given team dimple a hard time.

Rusong: *laughing* I see. You guys are jealous of him!

Trio: noooooo! Little Dianxia!

Rusong: ok fine. You're not jealous.

Mo xuanyu: we want to mess with him a bit.

Rusong: Team D, behave.

Su she: we could never, when it's Lan lips.

Rusong: anyways, even though I find it entertaining! What if I tell Shizun and A-Die what you're planning to do.

Xue yang: no!

Mo xuanyu: you'll ruin it.

Rusong: alright. May I spectate your mischief?

Mo xuanyu: of course you can, Song'er!

Rusong: excellent!

Let's go team D!

Xue yang: lol you lead the way.

Rusong: mhm. I know where your fierce corpse training ground is.

(He has one at the back of Jing Manor's compound.)

Mo xuanyu: Shanshan, can you help me grab a rabbit?

Su she: yea let's go.

Xue yang: I'll show you my knife collection while we wait on them.

Rusong: oh cool!

#jin guangyao #lan xichen #dimpledlianfang #mdzs #the huli jing emperor #su minshan #xue yang #mo xuanyu #team dimple

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Title - Little Apple (Demon)

Fandom - MDZS/CQL

Pairing - WangXian

Words - I didn't count. (I lied, I counted. It's 777)

Notes - This isn't edited, I just wrote it down immediately after getting the idea. I just couldn't resist the idea of Little Apple being a haunted stuffed donkey that just really likes apples.

Story -

Wei Wuxian unlocked his door, moving out of the way so Lan Wangji could step in after him.

"Here we are. Thank you so much for helping me, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian cheerfully said, closing the door and kicking off his shoes.

"I am always happy to help Wei Ying." Lan Wangji took his shoes off more gracefully, impressive considering the multiple grocery bags he was carrying.

"You're so sweet, Lan-Er-Gege!" Wei Wuxian chimed as he directed his boyfriend towards his kitchen, "I promise to make it up to you later." He winked, causing a light red to work its way over the Lan's ears.

"Mn."

Wei Wuxian giggled, taking a bag from him, "I can take this one! Can you start putting away all the other things?"

Lan Wangji inclined his head in agreement, watching Wei Wuxian out of the corner of his eye as he started setting things in the fridge.

The bag Wei Wuxian grabbed was completely full of ripe red apples, so he wasn't that surprised to see him walking over to a bowl full of apples that were no longer in the best shape.

There was a stuffed donkey sitting behind the bowl, the expression on its face almost looked as if it was displeased with Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian paused a few steps away before he swept into a perfect bow, hands held in front of him with the bag of apples swaying from his fingertips as if in offering.

"I apologize for not getting you new apples sooner, I was busy with work, but if you allow, I will switch them for you now." Wei Wuxian spoke as if talking to someone, a moment of pause as if listening to a response, then–

"Ah, I am glad you approve, your Majesty. I will switch them right away! I even made sure they were all ripe this time, so you can't complain, alright?"

Wei Wuxian wagged a finger at the stuffed donkey before he grabbed a separate bowl to put the old apples into, he then turned and gently poured the new apples into the bowl, shifting them so they wouldn't fall.

"There you go, Little Apple. New apples for you!" Wei Wuxian patted the donkey on the head.

Lan Wangji was confused when he first came over to Wei Wuxian's apartment and was told to not touch the apple bowl. Even more so, when Wei Wuxian admitted to not being allowed to touch it himself.

He had wondered why Wei Wuxian had an apple bowl if he never touched it, he apparently didn't need to ask his questions out loud as Wei Wuxian answered almost immediately for him.

"The apple bowl is for Little Apple." He said, pointing out the stuffed donkey, "She doesn't like it when people take any." he had sighed, tone fond yet mildly annoyed, "We made a deal that I can change the apples out for new ones when they start to get bad, and use them however I want but I can't touch any apples until then. It's fine. I don't really mind."

Lan Wangji had blinked at him then, even more confused.

"Oh, Lan Zhan, that's right. You don't know about Little Apple!" Wei Wuxian smiled brightly at him, "I found her on the side of the road one day and brought her home. No matter where I set her down or how long I looked away for, I would always find her right next to an apple. If there were no apples around, she would make noises at night and toss things around. So I started buying fresh apples every week and switching the bowl out for her."

"You own a haunted stuffed donkey?" Lan Wangji remembered replying, earning a laugh.

"She's harmless! As long as she has fresh apples she doesn't care about what I do. Honestly, the worst thing she ever did was make loud noises all night and make a few of my dishes break; the one time I forgot to change out her bowl." Wei Wuxian waved his hand, "She's usually very quiet and actually pretty fun to talk to, so I don't mind keeping her around."

Lan Wangji wouldn't have admitted it to Wei Wuxian, but he didn't believe that the donkey was haunted at first, until a few weeks later when Lan Wangji kept Wei Wuxian so occupied that he forgot to change out the apple bowl.

Lan Wangji never made that mistake again.

He turned his focus back on organizing the groceries in the fridge, Wei Wuxian moving to start on the pantry stuff. Little Apple watches them from behind her bowl of fresh, ripe apples.

#cell writes #mdzs #cql #wangxian #fanfic #the untamed #(I lied again I edited this like 5 times after posting it 🥲 small things but still)

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