Hands.

hands.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 798

Kyoujurou has been staring at you for an awfully long time now.

Sneaking a furtive glance at him as you reach for more potato starch, you wonder what exactly is so interesting about what you’re doing: kneading mochi dough with your hands. It’s a simple, repetitive and frankly, quite boring task, so you have absolutely no clue as to why Kyoujurou has been kneeling at the entrance to the kitchen for the last half an hour just to watch you pound dough.

“Kyou,” you call out softly, and instantly Kyoujurou’s back straightens, his usual smile brightening to rival the afternoon sun outside. 

“Yes!”

“Is there…” you gesture to the kitchen around you with flour dusted fingers, brows furrowed in confusion. “Something you need from the kitchen?”

“No!”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to figure out what exactly he wants. “… Something to eat?”

“No!” His bright eyes sparkle like rubies caught in the sunlight. “Carry on, please! I shan’t disturb you!”

Hesitantly, you go back to kneading at the dough, trying to remain calm while your mind fumbles through a hundred and one possibilities in its panic. What does he want? Is he perhaps hungry? Are you kneading the mochi wrong? 

Five minutes of intense staring later, you finally give up on trying to focus on your task and turn around to face Kyoujurou sternly. “Kyoujurou.”

He springs to attention the second you call his name. “Yes! What do you need!”

“Kyou, I don’t know why you’ve been here the entire time, but I can’t concentrate if you keep staring at me like that.” You chide softly, and Kyoujurou blinks up at you owlishly with those honest amber eyes. Then his shoulders slump forward ever so slightly, and you start to panic. “Was I… a disturbance?”

“No, no!” You try to rectify your mistake as quickly as possible, kneeling in front of him so that you are eye to eye with the Flame Pillar. “I just want to know what you’re doing here, that’s all.”

“Oh! That!” His smile turns a hint more awkward, and his fingers grip the fabric of his pants tightly. “I simply wanted to watch you make mochi! Kochou said that it is a relaxing activity, and would be a good thing to do when I am not hunting demons!”

“Ahh… so that’s why.” You say, but can’t help the little twinge of disappointment in you. Turning around, you reach for the bowl of potato starch once more to hide the expression on your face. “Well, I suppose you could shift a little closer to watch-”

“You also have very beautiful hands!”

At his words, you fumble with the bowl and very nearly drop it on the ground, wheeling around to stare at Kyoujurou with wide eyes. His expression hasn’t changed the least, but the only difference is that his cheeks are now a bright shade of fuchsia. “Umm… what did you just say?”

“I said, you have very beautiful hands!” Kyoujurou repeats himself, his words almost a shout - and you hear a tiny quaver in his voice. His eyes are decidedly focused on the wall behind you. “If you would allow, I would like to hold them!”

You stare at him a few moments more, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to find the right words to answer him. “You… want to hold… my hands?”

Kyoujurou’s so red you’re afraid steam might start escaping his ears. “Uzui said that it would be more prudent to confess in a roundabout way, in case you did not feel the same!”

At the mention of the Sound Pillar’s name, you finally let out a tiny laugh and Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise. You’re going to kill that big idiot the next time you see him. “This is all Uzui’s fault, isn’t it?” You reach out to take Kyoujurou’s hands directly in yours, wrapping your fingers gently around his. The Flame Pillar shivers, and you hear the slight hitch in his breath. “Then, I’ll trouble you to keep holding them for me, Kyo.”

At your words, Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise for a moment, before his smile widens to the point where he shines so bright it almost hurts your eyes. His bigger hands cradle yours gently, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Yes! I surely will!”

He beams at you for a few moments more before you look down at your conjoined hands and let out a soft noise of surprise. “Ahh… I got starch all over your hands. Let me get a cloth, I’ll wipe it off-”

Before you can pull away from him, however, he tugs you back to him with a bright smile. 

“I’m never letting this hand go!”

[My Lord- Sukuna x F!Reader]

Summary: Sukuna needs a wife to give him heirs and every women presented to him so far doesn't fit his criteria but then you appear, unlike most people who offered him gold, jewels, and well...women, you did the unthinkable and offered the King of Curses a bowl of berries.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, toxic!sukuna, virgin!Y/N, public sex, humiliation, dumbification, degradation, slight dacryphilia, squirting, fingering, pet names, F/M, vaginal intercourse, sukuna is lwky misogynistic, and when I mean Sukuna I mean og Sukuna- four arms, four eyes, four mouths kinda deal.

Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen/JJK

Sukuna rested on his throne with a bored expression.

Looking for a wife was rather difficult. Most women were given to him as offerings to protect the village from which they came from. Every women he ended up refusing and just slaughtering the village anyway and eating the residents. Sukuna wasn't really looking for a wife to love and nurture he was looking for a wife that could please him and bear his children. Nothing out the ordinary for those times but still cruel none the less.

Human women were fun to eat and play around with but to actually give one the title of his wife- that disgusted him.

So here he was alone. As usual but he was used to it by now. Sukuna had been craving something for the past few days, he didn't know whether it was human meat or sex. He sometimes got the two mixed up. Either way he needed some offerings and no one was offering him anything for the sole reason that he had already slaughtered all of the villages near him.

"Fuck," Sukuna raised two of his arms in front him and stretched. Then there was the loud echo of his chamber doors opening. "Hmm?" Sukuna raised the brow as you walked inside of his throne room with a simple bowl of red berries, grapes, etc. in hand. It was odd. Could you not see the human skulls and skeletons lying about? You weren't blind were you?

"Speak."

You knelt down in front of his throne and you pushed it forward. "My Lord," You gulped and kept your eyes on the floor. "An offering, I offer the most fresh berries grown in my family's orchard if you spare us." You said and Sukuna sat up a bit more a grin of amusement growing on his face. "Who is this us?" This had to be joke or were you really that stupid? Berries. You really thought the king of curses would be satisfied with berries. "Just my family, my Lord. You have slaughtered all the villages in the area and the next closest thing is my family's estate. I came here on my own accord- as a precaution...my Lord." You added another just to be sure.

Sukuna could tell you were afraid, you were trembling for heavens sake. "A precaution," Sukuna chuckled and leaned forward.

"Stand, woman."

You stood up quickly. Your eyes glued to the floor and you tried your best to keep your composure as Sukuna burst out into laughter. "O-Oh my! I've never met such a human," He caught his breath and leaned back in his throne. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He ordered and you stared at up at him.

"Have you ever had sex?" He asked flat out and your face grew warm, "No...no my Lord." Sukuna eyes widened slightly. "Really? Has anyone ever asked you to be their wife?" You shook your head and he looked you up and down. "It's rather shocking to me since you gave such a great body for bearing children." He murmured and you gulped, "I've heard that plenty times before...I've been asked to be a mistress though and less of a wife."

"Come," Sukuna patted his knee and you stood up straighter than before. "Come sit."

You looked around and he chuckled. "It's just us," Sukuna gaze grew dark the more he stared at you. "Don't make me repeat myself." He hummed and you made your way onto his knee, gasping at the feeling of one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Now tell me," Sukuna watched as you pressed your thighs together. Had a man never touched you in such a manner at all before? "You wish for me to spare your family and you offer me- the king of curses- the man that slaughters and eats those below him, berries?" Sukuna recalled and you pressed your lips together, "Yes my Lord," You adjusted your spot on his knee and looked up at him. "I've heard you love your wine- those berries make the finest wine in the lands." You blurted out and Sukuna licked his lips. "You have a smart mouth woman."

You couldn't help but smile a bit. "I apologize, my Lord."

Sukuna looked down at the bowl of berries then back at you. You did have a nice body not just for bearing children but in general. A pretty face too. But you had no experience in sex- he didn't have the time to wait for you to figure it out. He needed heirs now. Also you were a human. Sukuna hadn't a clue of what children with a human would end up like. Also he would have to take you as his wife- a lowly human as his wife.

"I will consider your offer," You whimpered as one of Sukuna's fingers slid under your dress and began to stroke your clothed cunt. "Under the conditions that you give me a child. If you get pregnant quick then we'll marry and you will be mine- your purpose only to please me and to bear my children," You fell back against Sukuna's chest and covered your mouth as your panties grew damp. "If you refuse I'll slaughter you and your family without a second thought."

That was fair wasn't it?

"Oh yes what is your name?" Sukuna questioned.

"My name is Y/N."

Sukuna nodded and repeated your name under his breath, trying to figure out if he would call you that or stick with woman.

"M-My Lord," You uncovered your mouth as Sukuna tore off your dress. Your bare breasts were exposed to the cold, dead air of his chambers. He threw the fabric to the floor and slowly slid down your now soaked panties. "I'll do it," You shivered at the feeling of the pads of Sukuna's fingers brush against your dripping cunt. "My Lord I-I've never felt like this before..." You whispered and Sukuna leaned into your ear.

"Just watch."

He stroked your cunt gently, gathering your slick around his fingers before slipping one in between your folds. "H-Hahh! I-I..." You squirmed in his grasp as another finger slide inside of you.

Sukuna stroked your walls grinning at the sight of more of your slick gush out, dirtying his robe. "It feels weird!" You cried out as Sukuna pushed another finger inside. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you made your head spin, wasn't the sex supposed to be after marriage?

"Look at yourself," He watched as you looked down at your pussy coating his fingers with it's slick.

It hurt. It hurt so bad but felt so good.

Was this pleasure?

"M-More! Oh please- please it feels good!" You mumbled and Sukuna brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles around the throbbing bud. You eyes went wide and a high pitch squeal left your lip, your toes curling at the feeling. "My stomach- o-oh it feels tingly- m-mmgh! S'good! S'good My Lord!" You moaned and Sukuna brought up one of his hands and began to fondle with your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples. "Look at you, such a whore for my fingers. I thought you were a virgin?" He snickered and you stared at your cunt that was easily taking in his fingers with shame.

Was this really you? Babbling for a murderer's mere fingers.

"I don't like it- I don't like the way my stomach feels-" You whimpered and Sukuna brought a hand from your breasts and placed it on your stomach. "It feels like something wants to come out doesn't it?" He hummed while stroking your belly and you nodded with tears brimming your eyes.

"That's good- you gotta let it come out or you won't feel good." Sukuna explained as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You whined and moaned loudly as squirted just a bit on Sukuna's fingers. "Oh," Sukuna laughed and began to fondle with your breasts again. "The little virgin girl is going to squirt only after her first time getting fingered? Go on squirt for me, you whore." He spat.

Tears rolled down your hot cheeks as your legs began to shake. You let out a whine as your juices squirted all out onto the floor and Sukuna's thighs.

You slumped back against Sukuna's chest and caught your breath. "You're a mess," Sukuna slid his fingers out of you and noticed blood coating the tips of his fingers. "Well would ya look at that. Did I pop the virgin's cherry before I even put my cock in?" He teased and you could only whimper in response due the slight soreness from it.

Sukuna used two of his arms to hook your legs up and another one to bring his cock out from his robe. It was rock hard and the bright red tip leaking pre-cum. It really had been a while since he had sex. "That was only to prep you," Sukuna rubbed his cock in between your folds and you cried out at feeling of the bare tip rub your abused clit. "I do need to get you pregnant after all." He grunted as he guided his cock inside you, only for your to sob and squirm with only the tip inside.

"Shhh shhh my pretty little virgin," Sukuna nibbled at your neck and glanced at your tear covered cheeks. Your eyes were red and puffy and your nose was red as well, the sight of you crying because of his cock- crying because of him, made him all the more turned on. "I gotta put in," You shook your head and arched your back as he lowered you further on his cock.

"I-I can't do it! My Lord s'too big- I'm g-gonna die!" You continued to cry your eyes out and Sukuna already knew your throat would be horse from all of the crying. "You're going to die? Fucking dramatic," Sukuna chuckled.

"Just relax," He rubbed long circles around your clit unlike before and soft mewls left your lips. "Yeah just like that," You sunk further down on his cock, he was stretching you to the brim. You had never felt so full. Your walls squeezed him tight, every vein, the slight curve in his cock, you could feel it all and you didn't know how to react.

"Let me in."

A bulge poked out from your stomach as Sukuna nestled in your velvety walls and brought your knees to your chest. "I want to see you crying- cry for me Y/N." You bit down on your bottom lip as Sukuna slammed you up and down on his cock at much to quick a pace for a virgin. To the point where you could barely think straight, "O-Oh my Lord's big! S'big!"

He had done it.

He fucked you stupid.

"Uh huh what else, ya whore? What else do ya have to say?" Sukuna groaned and you threw your head back against his shoulder and babbled on his cock. "I-It hurts! Mmmm but it's so good!" Your voice cracked in between each cry. "Yeah? Fuck- you're so fucking tight it's killing me." Sukuna grunted. "M'So full- so deep!" You sniffled.

The sound of Sukuna's chamber doors opening echoed through the large throne room once again along with your moans, his grunts, and wet slaps.

"My Lord Sukuna," Your face grew warm and you shook your head as a group of villagers walked over towards the two of you with offerings. "I offer-" A man paused at the sight of Sukuna fucking you with every last ounce of his being. Sweat rolled down Sukuna's forehead causing his pink hair to stick to it. His brows were furrowed together, he looked so concentrated that it was insane.

"What else could you- mmm fuck- offer me?" Sukuna growled and your legs trembled as his fingers pinched your clit. "I have my woman who'll bless me with an heir- I don't need your goddamn offerings," He sunk his teeth into your neck and you finally, through teary eyes, made eye contact with the group standing before you and Sukuna.

Shame and embarrassment filled you even in your fucked out state. "N-No! They're watching! My Lord t-they're watching!" You sobbed and Sukuna's teeth left your flesh only to be replaced with his lips. "I know, I'm not gonna let them touch you, you're mine- don't fucking worry, you're only mine Y/N." He comforted you while continuing to bounce on you his cock like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"A-Ahh! Don't look- oh my goddd- p-please!" You whined as Sukuna gripped your chin, forcing you to look at the group of men and women before you. "Why're you embarrassed? They can't do anything to you," He kissed your neck and left dark hickey's everywhere. "These are my breasts, these are my thighs, this is my ass," Sukuna grunted and quickened his pace, it was inhumane. "This is my pussy, your mine Y/N- every part of you belongs to fucking me so it doesn't matter what the fuck they see because as long as you're with me you're above them." Sukuna groaned and your eyes rolled back in your head as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. "M'gonna come! My stomach it-" You whimpered loudly and Sukuna buried his face in your neck, except for his eyes. He was giving the group of death glare.

"Get the fuck out I'm the only one who gets to see my woman come."

The group rushed out of the chambers, dropping their offerings onto the floor. Sukuna rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to kill them and their villages later.

"Come on, go cum on my cock ya whore," Sukuna thrusted up into you and your legs trembled. Sweat rolled down the curve of your breasts and your slick covered his cock. "Be a good little virgin girl and come." He grunted while drool rolled down your chin as the knot that had been built up in your stomach unraveled.

"Sukuna!"

You screamed his name as you gushed around his cock, squeezing it tight. The little virgin- the little virgin human girl had the audacity to say his name? You said his name? Yeah he was going to fuck you until dawn just for that. "Fuck," He lifted his face from your neck and gave you a sloppy kiss as he tried to reach his high. "I'm gonna fill ya up," You moaned into the kiss. "You're gonna take my seed and give me an heir, right?" Sukuna mumbled and you nodded. "Y-Yes! As many as you want!" You could feel Sukuna's cock twitch and swell inside of you.

"Yeah, fuck, that's a good little virgin."

Sukuna forced himself all the way inside, the only thing that could be seen was the bulge his cock had created in your stomach and his tight balls. He groaned and shot loads of his release into your womb.

You whimpered at the feeling and after a minute of just staying like that and catching your breath Sukuna pulled out. His come dribbled out of your stretched pussy and he gathered it, pushing it back inside your fucked out hole. "You're my woman, understand?" You nodded tiredly and Sukuna traced his thumb over your belly again. It slightly bloated due to how much he had come inside of you. "What's your job as my woman?" He asked you licked your lips. "I-It's," Yep, your voice was horse. "It's to please you and give you and heir." You murmured and Sukuna nodded. "You're a smart little virgin girl." He chuckled and you pouted. "M'Not...M'Not a virgin anymore." You reminded him and Sukuna snickered.

"Yeah that's right, I took your virginity," Sukuna flipped you around so that you both were now facing each other. "But until you learn how to please me to the fullest you're still a virgin my eyes," Your eyes widened at the feeling of Sukuna's hardened cock rub in between your ass. "You do know that pregnancy isn't guaranteed after just one time? I'm tryna see my woman give me heir so we're going to be here for a while." Sukuna grinned and you watched as he slid his robe off and his large stomach mouth came into view.

You gulped as Sukuna leaned towards you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "I wanna try something and we have all day pretty girl." You traced your hands over his muscles. "Whatever you want Sukuna-" He placed a finger over your lips, "Ah Ah Ah we aren't married so it's still my Lord to you." He brought his finger from your lips and you stared up at him with hodded eyes.

"Of course,"

You wrapped your arms around Sukuna's neck and he straddled your hips.

"My Lord."

-[This is one those things you write and never plan on posting until you remember that there will always be someone out there who likes it, this mf has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute]-

MAY WE MEET AGAIN / xiao ( genshin impact ) ( LOOK, WE ARE NOT UNSPECTACULAR THINGS we've come this far, survived this much ; WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE DECIDED TO SURVIVE MORE? TO LOVE HARDER? ) a/n: quote by ada limón. reincarnation!au. for @bluexiao ; part of axia's secret santa event! have a wonderful & safe holiday ( ᐛ )و !!

ONE. wangshu inn has always been a temporary haven for a lone adeptus, solitude and desolation a home in the depths of a wavering heart.

( and it still wavers, xiao thinks, feeling your warmth as you stand together, but for different reasons now. )

time moves slowly with you by his side, respite found in moments lost, daybreak filling the sky with wondrous hues.

"it looks beautiful." you tell him, your fingers absentmindedly trailing along the railing of the second floor. "thank you for watching with me."

xiao does not think he can tear his gaze away from you; orange and pink hues reflected in a tenderness that resides in your eyes, and almost instinctively, his hand rests on yours in the midst of longing. his lips part, and how much he wishes to express how dear you are to him, in this moment, in a forever and always, but timidness has always gotten the best of him.

"beautiful." he murmurs. you smile at him, understanding, and he hopes that's enough for now.

wangshu inn has always been a haven for a yaksha burdened with past sins and the future of humanity, but perhaps he has found love & safety elsewhere.

TWO. xiao does not sleep much; he expects tonight to be no different. you toss and turn next to him, the sheets disheveled and in disarray. there are times where you fall asleep the moment xiao holds you, so he does, his arms wrapped around your figure in a comforting safety. but it doesn't work tonight, and your mind continues to wander a little too far, so you give up on the idea of getting rest, and give into the thoughts that continue to linger.

"xiao."

he lets out a hum of acknowledgement, senses your hesitance.

"what bothers you?"

you're not going to say it bothers you, because it doesn't-- just one of those questions that will always remained unanswered, you suppose.

"do you believe in another life?"

he pauses, and for a moment, you feel a tension in his arms. he has lived for a very long while, known those who have done the same. but it has always been the same life and never another, rebirths and reawakenings self proclaimed.

he does not know what happens once the river is crossed and the departed leave this world. perhaps there is another life; perhaps there isn't.

"i don't know." xiao muses, watching as you trace haphazard circles into his skin. "but if there is, then surely i would find you in the next."

& there is something so gentle and promising in his voice that you cannot help the tears that threaten to blur your vision. you nod, overwhelmed with a love so powerful that you believe his words to be true.

"i'd find you, too."

xiao kisses you on the forehead, mumbles a quiet goodnight against your skin.

"you would."

THREE. there are days long past & you cannot remember them. a haziness in your head and a vague grief that resides itself in a dull pain with each beat of the heart, then the feeling of absence in your existence.

you think you must have forgotten something dear to you.

you wake up alone, glance in the mirror. in your reflection there is a silhouette of a past forgotten. a fleeting feeling of yearning and loved missed.

( YOU ARE FORGETTING SOMETHING DEAR TO YOU. YOU ARE SORRY FOR THIS. )

FOUR. it is midnight and you cannot sleep again. you step out of the apartment, mind in a daze as your feet wander endlessly. you don't put much thought into where you're going; you know it's not safe, especially in the late hours, but there's something in your gut that tells you it's okay, that you should just go, that it'll be worth it in the end.

you end up on the playground, find comfort in the sway of the swing. the moonlight has always been beautiful to you. a blanket of stars that cast protection over the living, brilliant and glowing in their wake. you hope for a shooting star-- anything, something that offers the granting of a wish. because this nagging feeling of knowing that there is something more to this life is unforgiving, and you cannot ever let go of it.

the shooting star does not come, but that's okay. the stars are beautiful nonetheless.

"it's not safe to be here alone."

there is familiarity in the voice that comes from behind you. you plant both feet on the ground, stabilize yourself. the swing comes to a stop. you stand, and you wonder why you're afraid to turn around. but you do, eventually, and you see him.

( this is how you meet xiao in this life. )

FIVE. he waits with bated breath, watches as you struggle to take in the sight of him, your eyes wide, hands trembling as you take a deep breath as means to calm yourself. slowly, he approaches-- both in regards to not overwhelm you, but also in fear-- because part of him is afraid, too. afraid that he's taken too long struggling and traveling to the ends of the earth to find you. afraid that you don't recognize him, afraid that you don't remember.

the distance between you two lessens considerably. xiao's gait halts, and he waits. how terribly does he wish to hold you, to feel you in his arms again, and to know that he's with you once more. but he stands there, stagnant, afraid that this is all too overwhelming. ( he fights the urge to smile when he sees your tears forming. he is not cruel by any means, but there is something so reassuring & comforting in the confirmation of knowing that you are remembered and still loved. )

you almost want to make light of this situation-- because the idea of losing the person you love and finally meeting them again in another life seems like too much-- because this is all so much. because xiao is really here with you, only a few feet away. because you longed for him so much that your heart hurt. you almost want to tell him to hug you before you burst out in tears, but even now, there's a dull ache in the being that resides in your chest and it almost resembles guilt.

"i forgot." and the tears do come out anyway, and you can't help the sobs that escape you in overwhelming numbers. "i'm sorry, i forgot."

-- and that's when xiao moves, quick to wrap his arms around you in a i'm sorry i took so long. please don't cry. it's okay.

neither of you know how much time passes until your grief settles and the tears stop. xiao kisses them away, lips curling ever so faintly when you look at him.

"i'm sorry, xiao."

"do not apologize," he murmurs, his hand holding yours as his lips ghost against your knuckles, "i told you that i would find you, did i not?"

you finally laugh, and how wonderful it is to hear it once again.

"you did. you found me."

Why a Pinocchio ending to Miraculous wouldn't be right

Now...as you may know, I fought for a long time a battle with the acknowledgement that Adrien may have been a sentimonster. I didn't understand why at the time, but as the evidence kept piling in and especially after watching Ephemeral and Gabriel Agreste, I had to give in and admit that i too was convinced now that he indeed was a sentimonster. Risk has just proven me and all the people who had been convinced about it right eventually.

Now, one thing I have noticed among some people who have been shocked yesterday by getting the full confirmation that he was a sentimonster: people hoping that Marinette may manage somehow to save him and change him into a human being. Basically changing Miraculous into a modern life Pinocchio.

However, while Pinocchio is a beautiful fairy tale (almost a symbol of my country, which makes me love it even more), having Marinette do that would, in my personal opinion, destroy the message that Miraculous is trying to convey with the very fact of making Adrien a sentimonster.

I have read and seen pictures of the fact that Adrien, at the start of his conception as being ADRIEN and not Félix, had been depicted as disabled. He was walking with a stick, which when he transformed became his baton, and of course as Chat Noir he wasn't limping or needing support but when he wasn't transformed, he needed the stick to go around. This concept was rejected by the production because they felt that the writers wouldn't be able to handle it. But I think that what Astruc decided to do at that point was to change a physical disability into a MAGICAL disability. By making Adrien a sentimonster he has created for him an invisible disability and a vulnerability, which works in my mind because it's a metaphor.

First of all, based on the rules of Astruc's universe, there's NO DIFFERENCE between Adrien and a human. He's been made to be like a human and he is, indeed, that. The ONLY difference is that his living essence (soul or how you want to call it) is stored outside his body into an amok that has possessed his mother's wedding band (or at least this is what we think currently). This means that, as Astruc said, Adrien will be able to live a full life, grow up, get married, have children, grow old with the woman he loves and all. However, like Superman with cryptonite, Adrien has an Achille's heel. He's a sentimonster, which means that he needs to be VERY careful to what happens to the Peacock Miraculous AND to his mother's wedding band, because the first can cause his death "with the snap of a finger" and the latter can cause him to become a marionette in the hands of the person who holds it, and breaking the wedding band would mean for his amok to get out of it and him disappearing, again. Tricky, right? Have your life being held by such a delica--, uh, well, hang on a second.

Have you ever tried to break a ring? I had to (my wedding band had got too tight on my finger) and I must tell you that it's HARD. You need specialised items, and depending on what metal the ring is made of, you could need a bolt cutter and a professional intervention. Even classic rings made with gold or silver are hard to cut; you CAN cut them with household stuff like a small steel circular saw blade, but it's still not very easy. You could melt it (Lord of the Rings docet), but even that's something that usually only a professional would do. So a ring is *not* a delicate object. Yes, it can get lost, it CAN potentially be cut, but it's not something that can happen by accident. *Whoopsie* sorry, I broke your ring. Nope. Not gonna happen.

Besides: there's the problem of the Peacock of course and the fact that, in order to consider Adrien safe, the Peacock MUST be safe, either with him (so make him a double holder) or permanently inside the Miracle box and making sure it NEVER gets lost again, at least during his lifetime. Well, yes, there is, but keeping the Miraculous safe should anyway be Marinette's first priority as the Guardian: Fu lost the two Miraculouses once, but there's a reason why Su-Han wasn't impressed to find out that he had lost the jewels in the first place. They're objects that hold immense power, not toys! So keeping the Peacock safe should be a priority INDEPENDENTLY from whether Adrien is a sentimonster or not. Him being a sentimonster AND Marinette's love interest makes it even MORE important and so is choosing the RIGHT holder for it, because by giving it to ANYONE she would put Adrien's life at risk.

Now, as I was saying before, there have been theories around and some think that it would be beautiful if Marinette was going to change all of that and either use the wish or use her power of creation and love and make Adrien become human. Sweet in appearance, right? Not in my mind.

Now, here I need to let you know a little about my life. 9 years ago I had my first son. i was so happy, and like any mother in the world, from the second I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test i started having all those dreams about a normal life for my child, him studying, getting a diploma and a degree, finding a good job, maybe finding love in any kind or shape he chose (woman, man, alien...? whatever, as long as he's happy I don't care and I will respect his choices and love and make part of the family whoever he will decide to love), maybe if he chose to love a woman, have kids of his own...you get the drill. Two mere years later, I was faced with the massive rock on the head of a diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder. I felt DEVASTATED. It took me A LOT of thought, and time, and reading about it, and talking to specialists and such to slowly starting to accept it. I still loved my son, and I've never stopped loving my son. But I had to face all stages of grief and deal with the fact that the idea of a son that I had created in my head when I saw the two lines on the stick wasn't REAL. That my son was different from what I thought he would be. I thought I had accepted it eventually and kept going on, until I was talking on the Internet with a person who was autistic, asking them how their life was, to get reassurance that maybe my son's life would be similar. And I was there telling this person that sometimes I wished that I was waking up one day and my son wasn't autistic anymore. That a magic spell could take his autism away and set him free.

That person told me off, not harshly, because he could see where I was coming from, but still told me off. We spoke for a long time and the essence of the conversation was that AUTISM IS PART OF WHAT MY SON REALLY IS. Autism isn't a parasite that has possessed my son and that needs to be cured or taken away. My son was BORN like that, and autism is the essence of his being. You can't take the autism away because you would CHANGE what my son is, you would MAKE HIM BECOME DIFFERENT. The way that he behaves, the way that he reacts, the beautiful and funny cherry bean that he is, all the things what make me LOVE him to bits, also come from the fact that he's autistic. By rejecting his autism I was REJECTING HIM, I wanted to change him. If one day he woke up and he wasn't autistic anymore he WOULDN'T BE HIMSELF anymore, he would be a different kid.

Being told that hurt me in the deepest. I got out of the conversation and had a very good thought about it that night, because I knew that this person was right. To love my son I had to accept him with all his baggage, including his autism, because his autism MADE HIM HIM.

Now you may be wondering why I'm saying all this stuff in a blog about Miraculous, taking about a cartoon character? because it's the exact same thing! Adrien is a sentimonster. That's part of his essence, it's who he is, he can't be detached from being that. If Marinette "used her love to make him become a human being" she would literally changing him. Change his essence and make him become something different.

No, I think it would be much more powerful if she didn't do that. It would be much more powerful if she was accepting him for what he was and loving him for what he was. let's say he would sacrifice himself for her and she would need to make him come back, as people say, using her power of creation and the "power of love always so strong". Wouldn't it be a fantastic message if, instead than making him become a huma being, she used her power to recreate his amok and ring and made him come back exactly like he was? And if someone (Gabriel? Félix?) told her that she was stupid, that she had had the opportunity to really make a change in his life and set him free by making him become human, she would answer saying that no, loving him by changing his essence isn't real love? That she loved and cherished him for what he really was and that meant also accepting him for being a sentimonster, and work the rest of her life to protect that, and protect him? Because he's perfect as he is, amok included, and it would mean making violence to his whole essence to change him into something that he's not? Wouldn't that make Adrien love her even more thinking that she's grown to accept him with his difference, as he really is, letting him BE who he really is, rather than doing what everybody else seems to be wanting to do and just try to make him be what THEY want him to be?

Now excuse me but I go cry in a corner. And I go nourishing this massive plot bunny that has started screaming in my dungeons since I accepted this reality, and maybe one day I will write this story, especially if this won't be the message that Miraculous will want to portray.

So what if bby fushiguro meet Rika? Like "Ri...ka...-chan" _ "Huh? how do you know her name?" _ "she said it herself" _ Of course Rika doesn't speak in curse form, bby fushiguro can see spirits so ye the two are probably quite close because Rika seems to be around the same age

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets rika orimoto

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major anime/manga spoilers for jjk

this is such a cute request omg they totally would *clears throat* i present to you scarlet bb fushiguro meeting rika, enjoy reading <3

before you read: you still haven't exhibited much of your chaos magic for this request and gojo doesn't know you're the scarlet witch yet, hence the reason why he and the others claim your chaos magic as cursed energy when it is not!

you have always been a strange child, even when gojo first got you. when he found out you could see curses at a young age, he expected for you to be a bit scared, but no. it was the cursed spirits who were afraid of you. you were so bold around them that you'd try to befriend them and even chase after them, but unbeknownst to gojo, you could also see other spirits. the ghosts of dead people.

you were brought to tokyo jujutsu high by gojo since his students missed seeing you and the same goes for you—you had been insisting on coming to see them again. you loved the company of your maki-nee, toge-nii, panda and most especially your yuta-nii very much.

when you stepped foot at the school. you bolted towards the four with open arms as soon as gojo placed you down. you were bombarded with warm greetings and embraces, and somehow they were all free from missions today.

you did your zoomies around the school grounds after gojo excused the students from you, since he needed to talk to them for a minute. you were minding your own business from a distance when you felt someone staring at you but it was neither of the students or gojo. turning your head, you saw a cursed spirit that wasn't fully manifested behind yuta. it took you some time to realize that this spirit was the main reason you could sense a powerful energy from yuta.

being the friendly child you are to all spirits alike, you approached the cursed spirit who continued to hide behind yuta shyly.

'she's [name].. right?'

you could hear the spirit's thoughts and to you, it sounded like a little girl's voice instead of a curse's hoarse one.

tipping your head to the side, you stared. with your sensitive eyes and senses, it used to be human; a little girl just like you. it was no wonder the spirit sounded like one. you nodded your head, a smile gracing your lips.

'did you just hear my thoughts?' you giggled at the cursed spirit fondly, nodding your head once again.

"my name is rika!"

she sounded much more confident this time as she separated from yuta and she spoke verbally this time. though her voice sounded nothing like human to their normal ears, to you it was otherwise.

you uttered the name, your smile stretched wider as excitement filled your lungs. "rika..? rika-chan!"

they halted their conversation and turned to you with wide eyes, especially yuta. did she really just speak to you?

"huh? how do you know her name?" gojo had never mentioned of the cursed spirit that yuta had with him and he was certain that the young boy never mentioned it to you either.

"she said it herself!" you answered, pointing your index finger at the cursed spirit now beside yuta and in front of you.

"[name] can see rika?" maki glanced at gojo with wide eyes. "even when she's not fully manifested?"

"well i didn't know you can do that, kikufuku." gojo managed a chuckle. though he was surprised, he was mostly impressed. not only did you have an immense energy that surpasses the vengeful spirit and your dad himself, you had keen eyes and senses.

"you're not afraid?" yuta blinked profusely at you.

you questioned back, confused. "why would i be afraid of rika-chan?" you shook your head and bounced on your feet, "yuta-nii, can i play with her? please! pleaseeee."

"um, i don't kno—the cursed spirit fully manifested on her own will and promptly cut off yuta.

"i wanna play with you too [name]-chaaan!"

everyone watched the cursed spirit levitate towards you only to pick you up with her lanky arms and toss you in the air, both of your giggles filling the atmosphere in the process.

"rika?!" yuta watched in awe.

this was the very first time that rika wasn't aggressive to the people she meets. she had always been somewhat jealous and protective of yuta, so it was such a sight to see her instantly become fond of you. perhaps it was the fact that you were nearly the same age as rika when she passed, or maybe it was your bewitching aura again? either way, rika instantly loved you and you loved her just as much in return.

in your eyes, you didn't see a terrifying vengeful spirit or the queen of curses. what you saw was a human girl somewhat your age, but she was definitely a older than you by one or two years. ever since you met each other, you and rika became close with one another. rika loved your company so much that she'd ask yuta where you are when you are not around the campus and when the two of you are together, you'd be seen chasing each other, just laughing and playing like the children you were.

rika became your best friend. you'd tell her everything, from the other spirits you'd see, how gojo nearly set the kitchen on fire when he attempted to make breakfast and the cartoons you watched.

she didn't have much stories to tell you, other than the fact that she loves yuta and how she helps him with his training in the campus, rika loved listening to you ramble. you were her escape in a way. through your stories and just by hanging out with you, she felt alive again. rika also learned how to be more nice because of you, usually she'd be aggressive and attack almost everyone but with your kindness and reassurance, you were able to change that. rika doesn't just listen to yuta, she listens to you too.

eventually, yuta had lifted the curse and you had to say goodbye to your playmate. even if you and rika only knew each other for a short span of time—it felt like you've known each for years, for a very long time. it was as if she was really alive and not a ghost. so until the end, you were good friends.

"goodbye, [name]-chan! thank you for being my best friend. please look after yuta for me." those were her last words to you before she left.

"goodbye, rika-chan.."

you were a wreck for weeks. you've dealt the passing on of rika to the other side way worse than yuta himself. you were crying and too sad to be able to do anything. being a creature who's able to see things that others can't and harnessing a gift so dangerous, it was difficult for you to befriend other kids. rika was your first best friend. she was the first one to ever accept that you're weird for the gift you possess.

but after some time and with gojo's help, you were able to move on and had come into terms that rika was now finally in peace. things went well mostly because you were able to see her again, right before yuta left japan to train at africa. you saw the same brunette with the familiar and precious smile, waving at you the same way she had before she passed on.

rika had been watching over you and yuta, and that brought you so much hope and happiness.

the fushigojos are like heaven on earth literal sweet tooth rotting fluff but like imagine the angst and (almost) crashing and burning 😔 where theres a huge argument/fight that tears gojo and his lover apart,,, and the kids just have no idea what to do or how to resolve the situation ☹☹☹

oh boy subtle fushigojo angst incoming

the air in the apartment is icy.

you’re in the kitchen, quietly getting the kid’s lunches ready while gojo pretends he’s still asleep on the couch.

at the dining table between you two, megumi pushes leftover cereal around in his bowl, and tsumiki picks at the crust of her toast.

megumi thinks the lack of unreasonably upbeat morning energy is unsettling. there’s none of the usual banter between you and gojo. no humming as you put on a pot of coffee for the two of you to share or giggles as he wraps his arms around you in an eye-roll worthy display of affection.

he never thought he'd prefer it to...whatever this was.

judging from the way tsumiki keeps glancing between you both, she thought the same. they'd both heard the way you'd argued last night, heard your hushed but harsh voices in the living room.

"he was our friend. i couldn't just..."

"...still shouldn’t have left the body there, satoru! what happens if...and the kids..."

neither of them knew who exactly you were talking about, but it must have been someone important for the tense atmosphere to have carried into the morning.

by the time gojo drags himself off the couch, rubbing pitifully at the back of his neck as he slowly approaches the kitchen, you're ignoring him, washing your hands at the sink. then you pour yourself a mug of coffee and brush past him without a word, retreating out onto the balcony. no sickly sweet good morning kiss or whiny clinging.

he just sighs, pouring himself some coffee and immediately sipping at it without adding an absurd amount of cream or sugar.

so something is wrong wrong. gojo drinking black coffee in the morning is the equivalent of watching aunt shoko end a long night with a mug of warm milk.

"still pissed at me, huh?" he asks them, leaning on the counter and nodding his head towards the balcony door.

"obviously," megumi answers, glaring at tsumiki when she kicks him under the table.

gojo just rubs a hand over his face, groaning. "yeah, well, i did something kind of stupid."

"obviously."

tsumiki kicks him again, and this time it's accompanied by a glare of her own. "don't worry, gojo-san, you just need to apologize."

"it's not really something i can apologize for," he sighs, and for the first time, megumi sees how run-down his guardian looks.

"do it anyway." he says it bluntly, rising from the table to bring his and tsumiki's dishes to the sink. "it'd help, at least."

"yeah, i know." gojo slings an arm around him as he turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves. "thanks, megumi. i knew you'd be on--"

"not on your side," the teen bristles, scowling when gojo ruffles his hair. his next words come out in a mumble, barely audible over the running water. "i just...i don't like it when you guys fight."

gojo's quiet for a moment, arm tightening around megumi's shoulders ever so slightly. "yeah, i know. i don't either. now c'mon, grab your blazers, guys. you don't wanna be late for school."

everyone's pulling on their shoes by the time you come back inside, handing them their lunches and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads (a habit that'd taken root when they were young, tsumiki shyly asking for one after seeing you plant a kiss on gojo's cheek before he would head out).

even though you're mad at him, even though you grab gojo's jaw a little harsher than you usually would, you still plant a quick kiss on his lips and murmur a quiet, i love you, that gojo doesn't hesitate to reciprocate.

megumi and tsumiki exchange small smiles, because they know everything's going to be okay.