Redamancy

Redamancy

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

General TW/content :slight angst, smut, mature content, mild yandere themes, age gap (8 years), manipulation, unhealthy relationship(?), possessive gojo, mutual obsession

Description : Your family has been serving the Gojo clan since Edo period as their servants. You couldn’t be more proud of their loyalty. However, you couldn’t find yourself respecting the head of the clan, Gojo Satoru anymore especially after he denied the request to promote you to higher grade of sorcerer.

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➻ Prologue

➻ Infatuation 🍸🍷

➻ Devotion 🍸🍷

➻ Yearning 🥂🍷

➻ His Side : Fondness 🍸🍷

〔Also in ao3!〕

Notes : I listened to this playlist and this. And the word ‘Lord Gojo’ didn’t leave my mind for a whole month. I was really inspired that I will do a short series based on that lol.

Megumi: I think I know what you’re thinking

Yuuji: You’d be the first, cause I don’t

Sukuna: Can confirm, it’s quiet in here

RYOMEN SUKUNA || little one?

request: I can’t get this out of my head but sukuna must have had alot of followers but this one was childish and saw him has her savior which made sukuna have a soft spot for her thus where his scarf came from was from her obi that she gave to him one winter

note: ….soft!sukuna hours, you say? I like that, I like that a lot. but tbh tho, this entire story just kinda sounds like you two are playing house HAHAHAHA. hope you don’t mind. it started out very soft, but it ended up becoming lokwey angst?? maybe i just woke up today and chose pain??? so this is what i’ve come up with love. but i hope you do not mind love!

pronouns: she/her 

Being stuck inside such a brat of a host ends up giving you a lot of time to think about yourself was what Sukuna realises as he leans back into his throne, long nails gently stroking one of the horns of the bull skull that was closest to him. After being asleep for a thousand years, things have changed a lot since the last time he was around.

It is during these times when he is alone that he thinks of the times when he was alive - the chances he wished he took, the odd characters he had met along the way, and of the times where he get to live as a free man. Whenever he thinks of the time when he was free, his mind always wonders back to a particular woman to return to the forefront of his mind.

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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!”

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG CHARACTERS REACTION TO: YOU GIVING THEM A VALENTINE

note: all characters here will be old enough to date like how they are in the show but it’s all fluff and nothing a 14 yr old Freshman wouldn’t be able to do irl,, also i went really over board with Chat Noir’s... lmk if you want more of these types of posts

links: part two

LUKA

You walked into your shared class with cyan haired boy, as you walked in Luka gave you smile and a wave. He held a guitar in his hands, as he usually comes to school early to practice a bit before class starts, you waved back and walked your way over to him, guitar in your hands, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Luka, “Oh? Care for a duet?” he jokes, strumming the strings. “A solo, actually.” you stated, he gave you his full attention, putting the guitar on the desk and his eyes locked on yours. You played the little tune you spent weeks composing; it had to be perfect for him, he always knows exactly what jingle to play for the people around him and especially you, so you wanted to return the favor, your heart and soul were laid out in every strum, string, and chord, you were vulnerable with every fret your fingers danced between, and it showed. Your song finished, but you hadn’t bothered to look up at his face, to scared of what you might see plastered on the canvas of the boy you knew you loved, your hands shook and you didn’t even know if your song had reached his heart, yet the way he stabled your trembling hands on your guitar, steadying it from dropping to the floor, and they way he pulled you into his chest, told you it tugged on his heartstrings more than you could strum, on any string, on any guitar.

ADRIEN

You were so confident you could give Adrien the poem you wrote but when you walked into Mme. Bustier’s classroom and saw the golden haired boy already had a pile of cards, candies, love letters, and chocolates to last a lifetime you slid the poem into your bag and walked right past him, taking your seat in the back of the class, missing the ‘good morning’ he told you when you walked past him. The whole day you ignored Adrien, but even sparing a glance at him reminded you of your unspoken words, as lunch started you sat in the cafeteria with an empty tray, not wanting to eat, instead looking at the poem on its sage green piece of paper. Not feeling the presence of the person behind you, you crumpled the page and dropped your head on your arms. “Why’d you do that?” you snapped your head to the voice behind you staring at bright green eyes, “That’s my valentine, right? I would’ve liked it to be in pristine condition but I guess that’s not an option anymore.” “Um, Adrien? This isn’t y-yours...” you stammered out but it was all in vain, “Then why was it addressed to me?” His voice sounded innocent at first but you heard the teasing background to it, Adrien sat down next to you put an arm around your shoulders and took the crumpled note from your hands, “It’s a beautiful poem..” he smirked softly, “..valentine.”

CHAT NOIR

as Chat Noir patrolled during the night he stumbled across a familiar balcony, your balcony, tied to the railing of your balcony were different colors of roses, ones he knew the meaning of. A lavender rose, symbolizes enchantment, and symbolizing the time you met, the last thing he said was ‘enchanté’. A pink rose, symbolizing gratitude, symbolizing the day he saved you, you bought him a pink rose that day too. An orange rose, symbolizing fascination, symbolizing the week you spent chasing after him, trying to figure out anything and everything you could about him, which resulted in you getting into many akuma attacks and almost getting hurt countless of times, it also resulted in him scolding you and telling you not to do that. A white rose resembling charm, symbolizing the day he spent protecting you from an akumatized villain who wanted to hurt you, he spent the day teasing you, and telling you jokes, and making you flustered, and calling you “ma charmante princesse”. A yellow rose, symbolizing friendship, symbolizing the time you asked him “are we friends, chaton?”. A peach rose, usually given when saying ‘thank you’, symbolizing the time you cried in his arms when you felt you weren’t good enough, and you thanked him for being there, and you thanked him for letting you cry, and you thanked him for everything you could imagine. Green rose, symbolizing balance, symbolizing the day you caught him from falling off your balcony when he got him by an akuma attack. A blue rose, signifying unattainability, for when he cried into your arms when he felt rejected by his father, when he felt like love was impossible for him to grasp, yet even though what he was crying about was a mystery to you, you let him sob. A black rose, resembling a major change, but what change, he didn’t know, but the next rose clarified what it meant, a red rose, for romance desire and love, a symbolic way of saying, ‘i love you’ this was all confirmed to him by the the dates written on the ribbon which tied the roses to the rails. When you woke up the next day, two flowers were put in place of the 10 roses you had left, a gladiolus and dahlia, symbolizing acceptance and commitment.

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.