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“Till Death Do Us Part” → Y/N Version

Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

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→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

Notes: I'm back! I apologize so so much for taking so long to upload a new chapter. To make a very long story short, and to not bore y'all with details, I got very sick a few months ago and I've been dealing with some very debilitating health issues that have made it difficult to find the opportunity to write. I'm writing this story as I go so anything unexpected that comes up has the chance to side-track me a lot, unfortunately. I'm feeling a bit better now so hopefully I can be back to uploading more frequently. This isn't a story I want to give up on so even if it takes me a bit longer to finish I still will!

WC: 4.4K

The air was warm when Y/N stopped at the entrance of her village. A light breeze fluttered through, laden with the smell of sweet lotus in between. The clear blue sky above framed the large gate leading to her home ground, as bright and clear as she remembered it. She stopped to take in the scenery before walking any further. God, she had missed this.

After graduating Jujutsu High, a little over a decade ago, Y/N had been one of the few sorcerers to welcome the challenge of accepting missions stationed far from the Tokyo area, earning her the strangest of looks from her peers, but the biggest of praises from the higher ups. It wasn’t everyday they found a sorcerer so willing to take on such a grueling task, and best of all, she didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed it. In her mind, Y/N had spent so much of her life couped up in the confines of her clan and village, training and perfecting her skills, that any chance to explore the outside world sounded like a good deal, even if it meant she’d be at risk every day.

It was this willingness and the combination of her skills as a Harome sorcerer that had Y/N away from the village most of the time. However, compared to her previous batches of missions, this had been her longest stretch so far. Despite all the excitement and adventure her travels gave her, she was more than glad to be home.

Y/N had not taken even two steps into the village when someone called out to her.

“Oi! Y/N !” A man’s voice yelled from a shop stationed near the entrance. The smell of freshly cooked noodles streamed out of it.

A large grin filled her face as she recognized her beloved village cook Kenzo. “Hey!” she turned to make her way towards him, her eyes widening halfway through. She had almost forgot.

Her hands flew back and fished inside her travel bag, pulling out a small spice bag and tossed it to him.

Kenzo caught the bag, his features growing in shock, “In this what I think it is?”

Y/N’s arms leaned on the counter as she smiled, “That’s the one you asked for, right?”

His mouth fell wide open as he scrambled to open the bag, the excitement in his hands making him miss the draw string a few times before opening it. He took a long whiff of the spice smell escaping the pouch and laughed. “You are a life saver Miss Harome.”

Y/N waved a hand at him, “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” he said as he crouched under the shop’s cupboards and retrieved a small ceramic vase. A hollow pop sounded as he pulled the lid off. “I used up the last bit of it two days ago. We stayed surviving on some old pouches that had a bit of the mixture left from last time, but I gotta say, we were really starting to stretch ourselves thin there,” he chuckled, “but lo’ and behold, my guardian angel arrived just in time.”

A quick blush creeped on her face as she tapped the counter and pushed herself off, “I guess life’s full of coincidences.”

Kenzo scoffed and spun on his heel, “Coincidences, coincidences, yeah, yeah,” he clicked his tongue as he grabbed a bowl, “Stop spouting nonsense Harome and sit down already and have some-” he turned to face the counter again, but Y/N was gone, already making her way back onto the main street.

“Hey!” he yelled as he leaned out of the shop, “where are you going? The Udon’s almost ready. There’s no way you’re not hungry after that long trek you did to get up here.”

Y/N turned around, her feet continuing to walk backwards, “I can’t! I’ll run late if I do.”

A sense of annoyance flashed through his face as he clamped his hands on his hips.

“I’ll come down later, I promise!” Y/N shot back as she clasped her hands together and sent him a pleading look.

Kenzo shook his head in disappointment, trying to keep on the act that he was still mad, but he couldn’t. His face quickly broke into a grin. “I’ll save you a bowl!” he yelled as he waved a hand behind his head and dismissed her.

Y/N bit back a smile as she did a few backwards skips before spinning around to continue making her way through the main street. That was interaction number one of many as she made her trek down the village.

It was a small village the one Y/N called home. Nestled high in the Tokyo hills, near two of the big sorcerer clans on one side, and Jujutsu High on the other, it was one of the first sights one would see on their way up the hills, making it one of the busier areas the three great Tokyo clans had. A combination of Harome sorcerers and non-Harome sorcerers made up the group of people living on the hill space, most of the non-sorcerers inhabiting the houses and shops lining the village, and the family born sorcerers settled in the clan compound at the end of the home ground.

The village was as lively and busy as it could be that day, as if everyone had gotten together and collectively agreed to stream out at the same time and torment her with the warmest of welcomes. She couldn’t manage to take a few steps forward without being stopped again and again, one person after the other. Anyone else would’ve found the whole ordeal to be too much. Maybe be annoyed by the constant barrage of people calling out to her, handing her something, throwing themselves onto her and everything in between. But through it all, despite the overwhelming welcome and all her current plans being sidetracked, Y/N didn’t mind one bit.

The street’s sudden liveliness grabbed the attention of a group of children perched on a line of house roofs. A ball bounced back and forth between the roofs and ground as they took turns tossing it at each other. One of the little girls in the group turned her gaze towards the commotion plaguing the street, ignoring the rubber ball that had bounced in her direction. The sound of her friends calling out to her faded in the background as she drew a sharp gasp.

“She’s here!” she yelled as she slid off the roof. “Y/N’s here!”

The group fell into the same state of shock as the girl and followed suit in rushing down the roof.

A fit of cheers and screams cut through the air as they bolted their way towards Y/N, catching her by surprise when she finished her last interaction. The ecstatic group crashed into her legs and surrounded her, the sudden force and desperate pulls on her limbs making her stumble back a few steps.

“Woah there!” she said as she regained her balance and took in the group of squealing children hugging her legs. “You guys got stronger while I was away.”

A fit of giggles filled the young group. Once the laughing died down, the group slowly detached from her and gave her some room to crouch before them.

“Senpai! Look,” one of the little boys yelled as he pointed to his face. A pair of black lightning bolt marks framed the corner of his eyes.

Y/N drew a large grin as she gasped. “Look at you! When did you get these?”

“He got them last week!” one of the kids spoke, “my brother got them too, but they don’t look as cool.”

Y/N chuckled as she was sure all the marks looked the same.

Through the group of children another girl moved forward. “And I got mine last month!”

Excitement washed over the kids as they pointed to her face for Y/N to see.

Y/N leaned closer towards the beaming girl and confirmed her elated statement. “I see, I see,” a warm smile grew on her lips, “those are looking sharp as ever,” she said as she pinched the little girl’s cheek, drawing a quick giggle from her. “Just like my little sorcerers.”

A sense of euphoria flew through the kids as they heard her words. The young group fell into a momentary bombardment of excited statements and questions before another boy interrupted.

“When are they going to look like yours senpai?” he asked as he pointed to the markings on her face.

Y/N froze.

The prime time for a potential sorcerer to start manifesting their cursed techniques laid between the ages of four and six, and it was during this time that Harome sorcerers also manifested their characteristic black colored face markings, the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Anyone in the clan who developed the markings during this time would eventually start exhibiting the clan’s inherited technique and be on their way to becoming a sorcerer.

The first markings to appear were the lightning bolts on the corners of their eyes. Next, a thin horizontal line would cross the bridge of their nose and expand to either side of their face. After that, another pair of lightning bolts would extend down the corners of the horizontal line, and that was it. The appearance of those final lightning bolts was usually where the Diamond Bolt seal mark would end for most Harome sorcerers, but that wasn’t the case for Y/N.

Unlike the rest of her clan, Y/N had one final element included in her markings. At the ends of each pair of lightning bolts on her face laid the small outline of sharp black hollow diamonds, explaining the meaning behind the official name of the seal. Anyone in the clan who developed the Diamond Bolt seal mark inherited the clan’s cursed technique and were more than capable of displaying all the powers and skills that came with it, all except one.

Every Harome sorcerer inherited Universal Energy, however, only a select few grew to the level of being capable of using the technique of Universal Lightning, and it was only those select few that developed the final stage of the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Y/N was the only one in her clan who currently had the complete mark, and the first one in decades to develop it.

She shook out of her momentary stunned state and turned to the sea of young expecting eyes gazing at her.

“Well, once you start training, if you work hard enough,” she threw a light poke at one of the kid’s bellies, earning a quick chuckle, “grow strong enough,” she said as she tickled another, “and study hard enough,” her stern eyes fell on the boy with the newly formed marks.

The young group laughed as he rolled his eyes.

The quick round of giggles died down and Y/N turned back to them. “Just then, maybe, you might develop them.”

A combination of enthusiastic and confused whispers slithered through the children as she got up from her crouched position.

“But hey, remember,” Y/N snapped her fingers, “You can grow up to be fine sorcerers yourselves. Just as capable and just as strong, even if you don’t develop the complete mark. Even the head of our clan doesn’t have it.”

One of the little girls snickered. “Yeah, but that’s your dad.”

“So?” Y/N shrugged, “that just proves my point.”

“Or proves that he’s the exception.”

The group yelled in agreement. Y/N tried her best to pull their attention back to her main point, but the children were too riled up to listen. All she could do was stand there and laugh.

Despite the children’s arguments and hesitations, it didn’t change the fact that indeed very powerful and capable Harome sorcerers had existed before and still did, even without the complete Diamond Bolt seal mark. Sure, it was true that those with the complete seal were, to a degree, leagues ahead of everyone else. But seal or no seal, powerful Harome sorcerers had existed for centuries on end, and it was their undying determination in the face of trying times that always determined their strength, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

On a normal day, in a normal stroll, the two hundred meters or so that stretched the village’s main street would usually take around two minutes to walk. By the time Y/N made it to walled fence of her clan’s compound, half an hour had passed.

Leaned against the gate’s entrance, with his arms crossed on his chest and an amused look on his face, her father Orokodai stood waiting for her.

“That’s a new record,” a smirk grew on his lips, “thirty minutes to walk that little stretch? You must be getting out of shape.”

Y/N let out a deep huff as she dropped the sea of food bags she was carrying to the ground. A couple more fell from her back as she relaxed her shoulders.

“Did everyone get the same memo or something that I was coming today? Because this is ridiculous,” she gestured to all the bags her neighbors had handed her on her way there.

Her father shrugged. “It’s a small village, word travels fast.”

“Yeah, especially when it’s your word,” she said as she side-eyed him.

Orokodai laughed as his daughter took a spot next to him and looked back to the busy village in the distance.

She broke the silence after a few moments. “It’s never like this.”

“It’s always like this.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Y/N could feel her father’s burning gaze on her as she tried to not break into a laugh and ruin her playful banter.

Orokodai tore his gaze away and joined her in looking back at the village. “It is. You’ve been gone for so long you probably don’t remember.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m sure she would remember,” the voice of her mother Ayako appeared behind them, “if she hadn’t left for six months.”

A low groan escaped Y/N’s lips as her parents gathered to keep poking fun at her. Their playful gazes flickered back and forth as she leaned against the compound gate in defeat.

“Are you gonna scold me for that too? Because you’d be the fiftieth person or so to do that today.”

Her parents shared knowing looks before turning to her.

“No,” Orokodai spoke, “not when our daughter comes back alive.”

A warm glimmer invaded Y/N’s eyes as her father snaked a hand behind her neck and pulled her and her mother into an embrace.

The smell of freshly brewed tea filled their house. Afternoon sun rays stretched around the mahogany floor holding the coffee table Y/N and Orokodai were seated at in silence. Only the sound of Ayako clinking cups in the kitchen and the chirping birds outside filled the space. It was a peaceful silence. Calm, serene, not laden with any extra worry that could be expected after a long day. At least that was the case for Y/N.

Orokodai sat across from her, nervously sipping at his tea while throwing subtle expecting looks towards Ayako on the other side of the room. Ayako moved back and forth between the counter, trying her best to keep her composure as she handled the tea tray and threw the same expecting look back to her husband. Orokodai’s eyes widened at her as he pointed with his head to their daughter drinking her tea in peace, oblivious to the staring contest her parents were currently engaged in. Ayako returned the widened gaze as she shrugged and grabbed the tea tray to walk out of the kitchen. Their eyes did one last silent battle before Ayako broke the silence.

“Y/N,” she said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

Their daughter turned towards them, her relaxed state an unnerving contrast to the tension her parents held.

“Yeah?” she asked as she took another sip from her cup.

Ayako turned towards Orokodai. She gave him one last look before setting the tray down and sitting next to him.

Orokodai took a deep breath before speaking. “Do you remember what we talked about before you left?”

Y/N’s attention was set on the spoon swirling the honey she had added to her tea. “The thing, we talked about…before…I left…” her words trailed off as she fought to catch on to what they were saying.

“About the clan unions.”

Y/N lit up as she remembered. “Ah that! Yes, I remember. What about it?” She finished swirling her tea and turned her gaze to the window on her side, unfazed by her father’s statement.

A tense silence burned in the room for a moment before Ayako spoke.

“Do you still feel the same way.”

“About what?”

“About what you said.”

The sound of Y/N’s spoon clattering down echoed through the room as her gaze flew to her parents. They finally had her full attention.

It was no secret the shift happening among the four great clans. The meetings, the truces, the letting ‘bygones be bygones’ being exchanged, and everything in between. It was something almost none of them had seen before. Something they hadn’t even thought to entertain in their lifetimes. For centuries most of them had kept to their own, the hunger for power and status driving their separate ambitions to take over one another, and their pride rendering them incapable of banding together to reach their mutual interests. But as the sorcerer world kept changing, and the power imbalance between curses and sorcerers kept rising, it was obvious they had reached a point where there was no other choice. Either come together and survive or let mutually assured annihilation cloud their egos and allow the cursed spirits to overtake whatever was left of the world in the end.

There were many ways in which the clans had begun to approach their plans of uniting the great families and building connections. Group pacts, business contracts, and everything else that granted even a smidge more of mutual assurance among the clans for the foreseeable future. Despite the sudden progressive nature flourishing among the clans and the higher ups, they still weren’t so far removed to not turn to one of the oldest of traditions to complement their growing unions.

Months ago, before she had left to go on her long stretch of missions, Y/N’s parents had approached her with a hypothetical proposition. The proposition of an arranged marriage with one of the other great clans, and how she was to be in the center of it.

Orokodai and Ayako had approached the situation with an air of caution, stressing multiple times the hypothetical nature of their sudden proposal, not wanting to place a sense of finality to something that not even the other clans had fully agreed on yet. They also didn’t want to pressure their daughter into agreeing to something as big and as invasive as an arranged union could be. They owed her that much.

Through it all, in the end, once they had finished explaining the hypothetical proposition to Y/N and everything that could hypothetically come with it, it wasn’t the fact that she had complied with the whole ordeal that surprised them, but more so how quickly she had agreed to it.

Both Orokodai and Ayako shared the same sense of shock when they had heard her answer, however they fought their best to not show it. With an eerie calmness still filling their daughter as she displayed her agreement, Y/N’s parents approached her with one last hypothetical question, the last one she would hear regarding the situation before she left for her mission.

“Why?”

And so, with a clear conscious filling her brain, and an air of confidence coursing her veins, Y/N began.

At twenty-nine years old, Y/N had done her fair share of dating, at least as much as her sorcerer career had allowed her to. Between dating sorcerers and non-sorcerers, the later proved to be the hardest. Although the easier of the two to find, the constant game of deflection and lying about her line of work always had her in a constant state of worry and stress, making it difficult to establish any real kind of connection with the people she saw. They were relationships built from the very start out of a lie, which didn’t fare well with even the most casual of relationships. The emotional toll of it all was difficult enough but funny enough, more difficult it was just having to explain her physical appearance to anyone she met.

The Diamond Bolt seal mark was a permanent fixture on her face, never fading or leaving her skin. Anyone on the outside world who asked about her markings always got either the excuse that it was a quirky makeup look she had done that day, or that they were face tattoos. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

The more she had to explain herself, whether it be her physical appearance or the mystery behind her real line of work, and the more tedious dealing with follow up questions got, the more Y/N pushed herself away from interacting with anyone outside the sorcerer world.

Dating actual sorcerers was miles easier, but it also came with its cons, the first one being time. You never had time. It came with the territory of being a sorcerer, they all knew it, and while most people were understanding and tried to make things work despite it, there were others who couldn’t, and Y/N couldn’t blame them. It was difficult building anything remotely meaningful when you barely saw someone, and it was ironically just as hard even if things were casual. It didn’t matter what angle they tried it. Things inevitably always fell through despite both party’s best intentions.

If that were the worst of her problems when it came to dating sorcerers, Y/N might’ve been able to live with it. But with their line of work being such a dangerous one, one specific experience with a partner a few years ago had been enough to drive her over the edge.

They had finished a particularly difficult mission, both sustaining a nasty wound that had left them on the brink of death. Tired, alone, stuck in the outskirts of Kyoto with no back up under a pouring night. Hours passed as they bled out, Y/N with a much deeper and gaping wound than her partner. It might have been the end of the line for both had help not arrived eventually.

Despite both surviving and everything turning out fine in the end, the damage had been done. The stress, the anxiety, the trauma of it all had been enough to create too large of a strain in their relationship. Y/N had tried her best to mend things, reassure her partner that experiences like those were bound to happen, they were jujutsu sorcerers after all. But he wasn’t having it. The horrible hours that had transpired that night had been too much for him to ever have to deal with seeing her in a state like that ever again. After that, Y/N barred herself from dating altogether, and when she realized how strangely happy she was because of it, there was no going back.

Taking all of that into account, at that point in her life, an arranged marriage didn’t seem so farfetched to Y/N. In her own exercise of mental gymnastics, it made things easier.

She wouldn’t have to waste time scouting through a sea of partners, go through all the trouble of getting to know them, spend time trying to convince them to stay. In her mind, it was the only way she saw herself finding anything resembling “love” at that point. If it turned out she didn’t, at the very least she had a platonic partner for life, granted she managed to not be paired with someone horrible. Through it all, it was a one and done business, and after being through so much, it was something she desperately needed.

For as much as her desire to put an end to her chaotic love life was reason enough to accept her clan’s proposal, Y/N wouldn’t willingly give herself up for such a frivolous reason.

It had of course been one hundred and fifty years since the clan massacre. She remembered as she looked out the window. The view of the bustling village and housed field framed the area, a stark difference from what it had once been.

After reciting the same set of reasons she had mentioned months ago, Y/N turned to her parents with the same sense of confidence she had displayed the last time they had discussed the matter and gave them her final answer.

Orokodai and Ayako shared one last knowing look before breathing out.

“Well, I guess it’s settled,” Orokodai said as he got up. “I’m going to let the rest of the heads know.”

The sound of clinking cups now invaded the room as Ayako began to clean up the area.

An air of confusion hovered over Y/N as she furrowed her eyes at her parents. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

They both stopped dead in their tracks as they turned to her.

“Aren’t you going to tell me who I’m betrothed to?”

A sheepish laugh escaped Orokodai as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, to be honest, we don’t know yet.”

A beat of silence followed before Y/N reacted. “Wait, you what?!”

Her parents laughed as they resumed their tasks, letting their bewildered daughter sit in a fit of shock.

“Like I said, this was something we were all still discussing.” Orokodai said as he backtracked into the room, “we were waiting for your final answer.”

Y/N crossed her arms and playfully pouted. “You’re marrying me off to some random person and you don’t even know who it is?”

Ayako plopped down next to her and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “Isn’t the point of an arranged marriage that it doesn’t matter who it ends up being?”

Y/N got ready to counter her mother’s point, but she froze. Her lips stuttered for a few more moments trying to come up with something, but she couldn’t. She rolled her eyes as she sighed in defeat. “It would still be nice to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” Her father said before he walked out.

One week later, Y/N got the answer to her question.

Notes: Thank you to anyone who has stuck around so far! Next chapter is a bit more dialogue based so it will be much easier to write and hopefully not take as long to upload as this one. We'll also finally see our favorite blindfolded idiot so I'm very excited to finally get to that.

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“Till Death Do Us Part” → OC Version

Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

| Story Masterlist |

→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female OC → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

Notes: I'm back! I apologize so so much for taking so long to upload a new chapter. To make a very long story short, and to not bore y'all with details, I got very sick a few months ago and I've been dealing with some very debilitating health issues that have made it difficult to find the opportunity to write. I'm writing this story as I go so anything unexpected that comes up has the chance to side-track me a lot, unfortunately. I'm feeling a bit better now so hopefully I can be back to uploading more frequently. This isn't a story I want to give up on so even if it takes me a bit longer to finish I still will!

WC: 4.4K

The air was warm when Hanako stopped at the entrance of her village. A light breeze fluttered through, laden with the smell of sweet lotus in between. The clear blue sky above framed the large gate leading to her home ground, as bright and clear as she remembered it. She stopped to take in the scenery before walking any further. God, she had missed this.

After graduating Jujutsu High, a little over a decade ago, Hanako had been one of the few sorcerers to welcome the challenge of accepting missions stationed far from the Tokyo area, earning her the strangest of looks from her peers, but the biggest of praises from the higher ups. It wasn’t everyday they found a sorcerer so willing to take on such a grueling task, and best of all, she didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed it. In her mind, Hanako had spent so much of her life couped up in the confines of her clan and village, training and perfecting her skills, that any chance to explore the outside world sounded like a good deal, even if it meant she’d be at risk every day.

It was this willingness and the combination of her skills as a Harome sorcerer that had Hanako away from the village most of the time. However, compared to her previous batches of missions, this had been her longest stretch so far. Despite all the excitement and adventure her travels gave her, she was more than glad to be home.

Hanako had not taken even two steps into the village when someone called out to her.

“Oi! Hanako!” A man’s voice yelled from a shop stationed near the entrance. The smell of freshly cooked noodles streamed out of it.

A large grin filled her face as she recognized her beloved village cook Kenzo. “Hey!” she turned to make her way towards him, her eyes widening halfway through. She had almost forgot.

Her hands flew back and fished inside her travel bag, pulling out a small spice bag and tossed it to him.

Kenzo caught the bag, his features growing in shock, “In this what I think it is?”

Hanako’s arms leaned on the counter as she smiled, “That’s the one you asked for, right?”

His mouth fell wide open as he scrambled to open the bag, the excitement in his hands making him miss the draw string a few times before opening it. He took a long whiff of the spice smell escaping the pouch and laughed. “You are a life saver Miss Harome.”

Hanako waved a hand at him, “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” he said as he crouched under the shop’s cupboards and retrieved a small ceramic vase. A hollow pop sounded as he pulled the lid off. “I used up the last bit of it two days ago. We stayed surviving on some old pouches that had a bit of the mixture left from last time, but I gotta say, we were really starting to stretch ourselves thin there,” he chuckled, “but lo’ and behold, my guardian angel arrived just in time.”

A quick blush creeped on her face as she tapped the counter and pushed herself off, “I guess life’s full of coincidences.”

Kenzo scoffed and spun on his heel, “Coincidences, coincidences, yeah, yeah,” he clicked his tongue as he grabbed a bowl, “Stop spouting nonsense Harome and sit down already and have some-” he turned to face the counter again, but Hanako was gone, already making her way back onto the main street.

“Hey!” he yelled as he leaned out of the shop, “where are you going? The Udon’s almost ready. There’s no way you’re not hungry after that long trek you did to get up here.”

Hanako turned around, her feet continuing to walk backwards, “I can’t! I’ll run late if I do.”

A sense of annoyance flashed through his face as he clamped his hands on his hips.

“I’ll come down later, I promise!” Hanako shot back as she clasped her hands together and sent him a pleading look.

Kenzo shook his head in disappointment, trying to keep on the act that he was still mad, but he couldn’t. His face quickly broke into a grin. “I’ll save you a bowl!” he yelled as he waved a hand behind his head and dismissed her.

Hanako bit back a smile as she did a few backwards skips before spinning around to continue making her way through the main street. That was interaction number one of many as she made her trek down the village.

It was a small village the one Hanako called home. Nestled high in the Tokyo hills, near two of the big sorcerer clans on one side, and Jujutsu High on the other, it was one of the first sights one would see on their way up the hills, making it one of the busier areas the three great Tokyo clans had. A combination of Harome sorcerers and non-Harome sorcerers made up the group of people living on the hill space, most of the non-sorcerers inhabiting the houses and shops lining the village, and the family born sorcerers settled in the clan compound at the end of the home ground.

The village was as lively and busy as it could be that day, as if everyone had gotten together and collectively agreed to stream out at the same time and torment her with the warmest of welcomes. She couldn’t manage to take a few steps forward without being stopped again and again, one person after the other. Anyone else would’ve found the whole ordeal to be too much. Maybe be annoyed by the constant barrage of people calling out to her, handing her something, throwing themselves onto her and everything in between. But through it all, despite the overwhelming welcome and all her current plans being sidetracked, Hanako didn’t mind one bit.

The street’s sudden liveliness grabbed the attention of a group of children perched on a line of house roofs. A ball bounced back and forth between the roofs and ground as they took turns tossing it at each other. One of the little girls in the group turned her gaze towards the commotion plaguing the street, ignoring the rubber ball that had bounced in her direction. The sound of her friends calling out to her faded in the background as she drew a sharp gasp.

“She’s here!” she yelled as she slid off the roof. “Hanako’s here!”

The group fell into the same state of shock as the girl and followed suit in rushing down the roof.

A fit of cheers and screams cut through the air as they bolted their way towards Hanako, catching her by surprise when she finished her last interaction. The ecstatic group crashed into her legs and surrounded her, the sudden force and desperate pulls on her limbs making her stumble back a few steps.

“Woah there!” she said as she regained her balance and took in the group of squealing children hugging her legs. “You guys got stronger while I was away.”

A fit of giggles filled the young group. Once the laughing died down, the group slowly detached from her and gave her some room to crouch before them.

“Senpai! Look,” one of the little boys yelled as he pointed to his face. A pair of black lightning bolt marks framed the corner of his eyes.

Hanako drew a large grin as she gasped. “Look at you! When did you get these?”

“He got them last week!” one of the kids spoke, “my brother got them too, but they don’t look as cool.”

Hanako chuckled as she was sure all the marks looked the same.

Through the group of children another girl moved forward. “And I got mine last month!”

Excitement washed over the kids as they pointed to her face for Hanako to see.

Hanako leaned closer towards the beaming girl and confirmed her elated statement. “I see, I see,” a warm smile grew on her lips, “those are looking sharp as ever,” she said as she pinched the little girl’s cheek, drawing a quick giggle from her. “Just like my little sorcerers.”

A sense of euphoria flew through the kids as they heard her words. The young group fell into a momentary bombardment of excited statements and questions before another boy interrupted.

“When are they going to look like yours senpai?” he asked as he pointed to the markings on her face.

Hanako froze.

The prime time for a potential sorcerer to start manifesting their cursed techniques laid between the ages of four and six, and it was during this time that Harome sorcerers also manifested their characteristic black colored face markings, the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Anyone in the clan who developed the markings during this time would eventually start exhibiting the clan’s inherited technique and be on their way to becoming a sorcerer.

The first markings to appear were the lighting bolts on the corners of their eyes. Next, a thin horizontal line would cross the bridge of their nose and expand to either side of their face. After that, another pair of lightning bolts would extend down the corners of the horizontal line, and that was it. The appearance of those final lightning bolts was usually where the Diamond Bolt seal mark would end for most Harome sorcerers, but that wasn’t the case for Hanako.

Unlike the rest of her clan, Hanako had one final element included in her markings. At the ends of each pair of lightning bolts on her face laid the small outline of sharp black hollow diamonds, explaining the meaning behind the official name of the seal. Anyone in the clan who developed the Diamond Bolt seal mark inherited the clan’s cursed technique and were more than capable of displaying all the powers and skills that came with it, all except one.

Every Harome sorcerer inherited Universal Energy, however, only a select few grew to the level of being capable of using the technique of Universal Lightning, and it was only those select few that developed the final stage of the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Hanako was the only one in her clan who currently had the complete mark, and the first one in decades to develop it.

She shook out of her momentary stunned state and turned to the sea of young expecting eyes gazing at her.

“Well, once you start training, if you work hard enough,” she threw a light poke at one of the kid’s bellies, earning a quick chuckle, “grow strong enough,” she said as she tickled another, “and study hard enough,” her stern eyes fell on the boy with the newly formed marks.

The young group laughed as he rolled his eyes.

The quick round of giggles died down and Hanako turned back to them. “Just then, maybe, you might develop them.”

A combination of enthusiastic and confused whispers slithered through the children as she got up from her crouched position.

“But hey, remember,” Hanako snapped her fingers, “You can grow up to be fine sorcerers yourselves. Just as capable and just as strong, even if you don’t develop the complete mark. Even the head of our clan doesn’t have it.”

One of the little girls snickered. “Yeah, but that’s your dad.”

“So?” Hanako shrugged, “that just proves my point.”

“Or proves that he’s the exception.”

The group yelled in agreement. Hanako tried her best to pull their attention back to her main point, but the children were too riled up to listen. All she could do was stand there and laugh.

Despite the children’s arguments and hesitations, it didn’t change the fact that indeed very powerful and capable Harome sorcerers had existed before and still did, even without the complete Diamond Bolt seal mark. Sure, it was true that those with the complete seal were, to a degree, leagues ahead of everyone else. But seal or no seal, powerful Harome sorcerers had existed for centuries on end, and it was their undying determination in the face of trying times that always determined their strength, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

On a normal day, in a normal stroll, the two hundred meters or so that stretched the village’s main street would usually take around two minutes to walk. By the time Hanako made it to walled fence of her clan’s compound, half an hour had passed.

Leaned against the gate’s entrance, with his arms crossed on his chest and an amused look on his face, her father Orokodai stood waiting for her.

“That’s a new record,” a smirk grew on his lips, “thirty minutes to walk that little stretch? You must be getting out of shape.”

Hanako let out a deep huff as she dropped the sea of food bags she was carrying to the ground. A couple more fell from her back as she relaxed her shoulders.

“Did everyone get the same memo or something that I was coming today? Because this is ridiculous,” she gestured to all the bags her neighbors had handed her on her way there.

Her father shrugged. “It’s a small village, word travels fast.”

“Yeah, especially when it’s your word,” she said as she side-eyed him.

Orokodai laughed as his daughter took a spot next to him and looked back to the busy village in the distance.

She broke the silence after a few moments. “It’s never like this.”

“It’s always like this.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Hanako could feel her father’s burning gaze on her as she tried to not break into a laugh and ruin her playful banter.

Orokodai tore his gaze away and joined her in looking back at the village. “It is. You’ve been gone for so long you probably don’t remember.”

Hanako bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m sure she would remember,” the voice of her mother Ayako appeared behind them, “if she hadn’t left for six months.”

A low groan escaped Hanako’s lips as her parents gathered to keep poking fun at her. Their playful gazes flickered back and forth as she leaned against the compound gate in defeat.

“Are you gonna scold me for that too? Because you’d be the fiftieth person or so to do that today.”

Her parents shared knowing looks before turning to her.

“No,” Orokodai spoke, “not when our daughter comes back alive.”

A warm glimmer invaded Hanako’s pale gold eyes as her father snaked a hand behind her neck and pulled her and her mother into an embrace.

The smell of freshly brewed tea filled their house. Afternoon sun rays stretched around the mahogany floor holding the coffee table Hanako and Orokodai were seated at in silence. Only the sound of Ayako clinking cups in the kitchen and the chirping birds outside filled the space. It was a peaceful silence. Calm, serene, not laden with any extra worry that could be expected after a long day. At least that was the case for Hanako.

Orokodai sat across from her, nervously sipping at his tea while throwing subtle expecting looks towards Ayako on the other side of the room. Ayako moved back and forth between the counter, trying her best to keep her composure as she handled the tea tray and threw the same expecting look back to her husband. Orokodai’s eyes widened at her as he pointed with his head to their daughter drinking her tea in peace, oblivious to the staring contest her parents were currently engaged in. Ayako returned the widened gaze as she shrugged and grabbed the tea tray to walk out of the kitchen. Their eyes did one last silent battle before Ayako broke the silence.

“Hanako,” she said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

Their daughter turned towards them, her relaxed state an unnerving contrast to the tension her parents held.

“Yeah?” she asked as she took another sip from her cup.

Ayako turned towards Orokodai. She gave him one last look before setting the tray down and sitting next to him.

Orokodai took a deep breath before speaking. “Do you remember what we talked about before you left?”

Hanako’s attention was set on the spoon swirling the honey she had added to her tea. “The thing, we talked about…before…I left…” her words trailed off as she fought to catch on to what they were saying.

“About the clan unions.”

Hanako lit up as she remembered. “Ah that! Yes, I remember. What about it?” She finished swirling her tea and turned her gaze to the window on her side, unfazed by her father’s statement.

A tense silence burned in the room for a moment before Ayako spoke.

“Do you still feel the same way.”

“About what?”

“About what you said.”

The sound of Hanako’s spoon clattering down echoed through the room as her gaze flew to her parents. They finally had her full attention.

It was no secret the shift happening among the four great clans. The meetings, the truces, the letting ‘bygones be bygones’ being exchanged, and everything in between. It was something almost none of them had seen before. Something they hadn’t even thought to entertain in their lifetimes. For centuries most of them had kept to their own, the hunger for power and status driving their separate ambitions to take over one another, and their pride rendering them incapable of banding together to reach their mutual interests. But as the sorcerer world kept changing, and the power imbalance between curses and sorcerers kept rising, it was obvious they had reached a point where there was no other choice. Either come together and survive or let mutually assured annihilation cloud their egos and allow the cursed spirits to overtake whatever was left of the world in the end.

There were many ways in which the clans had begun to approach their plans of uniting the great families and building connections. Group pacts, business contracts, and everything else that granted even a smidge more of mutual assurance among the clans for the foreseeable future. Despite the sudden progressive nature flourishing among the clans and the higher ups, they still weren’t so far removed to not turn to one of the oldest of traditions to complement their growing unions.

Months ago, before she had left to go on her long stretch of missions, Hanako’s parents had approached her with a hypothetical proposition. The proposition of an arranged marriage with one of the other great clans, and how she was to be in the center of it.

Orokodai and Ayako had approached the situation with an air of caution, stressing multiple times the hypothetical nature of their sudden proposal, not wanting to place a sense of finality to something that not even the other clans had fully agreed on yet. They also didn’t want to pressure their daughter into agreeing to something as big and as invasive as an arranged union could be. They owed her that much.

Through it all, in the end, once they had finished explaining the hypothetical proposition to Hanako and everything that could hypothetically come with it, it wasn’t the fact that she had complied with the whole ordeal that surprised them, but more so how quickly she had agreed to it.

Both Orokodai and Ayako shared the same sense of shock when they had heard her answer, however they fought their best to not show it. With an eerie calmness still filling their daughter as she displayed her agreement, Hanako’s parents approached her with one last hypothetical question, the last one she would hear regarding the situation before she left for her mission.

“Why?”

And so, with a clear conscious filling her brain, and an air of confidence coursing her veins, Hanako began.

At twenty-nine years old, Hanako had done her fair share of dating, at least as much as her sorcerer career had allowed her to. Between dating sorcerers and non-sorcerers, the later proved to be the hardest. Although the easier of the two to find, the constant game of deflection and lying about her line of work always had her in a constant state of worry and stress, making it difficult to establish any real kind of connection with the people she saw. They were relationships built from the very start out of a lie, which didn’t fare well with even the most casual of relationships. The emotional toll of it all was difficult enough but funny enough, more difficult it was just having to explain her physical appearance to anyone she met.

The Diamond Bolt seal mark was a permanent fixture on her face, never fading or leaving her skin. Anyone on the outside world who asked about her markings always got either the excuse that it was a quirky makeup look she had done that day, or that they were face tattoos. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

The more she had to explain herself, whether it be her physical appearance or the mystery behind her real line of work, and the more tedious dealing with follow up questions got, the more Hanako pushed herself away from interacting with anyone outside the sorcerer world.

Dating actual sorcerers was miles easier, but it also came with its cons, the first one being time. You never had time. It came with the territory of being a sorcerer, they all knew it, and while most people were understanding and tried to make things work despite it, there were others who couldn’t, and Hanako couldn’t blame them. It was difficult building anything remotely meaningful when you barely saw someone, and it was ironically just as hard even if things were casual. It didn’t matter what angle they tried it. Things inevitably always fell through despite both party’s best intentions.

If that were the worst of her problems when it came to dating sorcerers, Hanako might’ve been able to live with it. But with their line of work being such a dangerous one, one specific experience with a partner a few years ago had been enough to drive her over the edge.

They had finished a particularly difficult mission, both sustaining a nasty wound that had left them on the brink of death. Tired, alone, stuck in the outskirts of Kyoto with no back up under a pouring night. Hours passed as they bled out, Hanako with a much deeper and gaping wound than her partner. It might have been the end of the line for both had help not arrived eventually.

Despite both surviving and everything turning out fine in the end, the damage had been done. The stress, the anxiety, the trauma of it all had been enough to create too large of a strain in their relationship. Hanako had tried her best to mend things, reassure her partner that experiences like those were bound to happen, they were jujutsu sorcerers after all. But he wasn’t having it. The horrible hours that had transpired that night had been too much for him to ever have to deal with seeing her in a state like that ever again. After that, Hanako barred herself from dating altogether, and when she realized how strangely happy she was because of it, there was no going back.

Taking all of that into account, at that point in her life, an arranged marriage didn’t seem so farfetched to Hanako. In her own exercise of mental gymnastics, it made things easier.

She wouldn’t have to waste time scouting through a sea of partners, go through all the trouble of getting to know them, spend time trying to convince them to stay. In her mind, it was the only way she saw herself finding anything resembling “love” at that point. If it turned out she didn’t, at the very least she had a platonic partner for life, granted she managed to not be paired with someone horrible. Through it all, it was a one and done business, and after being through so much, it was something she desperately needed.

For as much as her desire to put an end to her chaotic love life was reason enough to accept her clan’s proposal, Hanako wouldn’t willingly give herself up for such a frivolous reason.

It had of course been one hundred and fifty years since the clan massacre. She remembered as she looked out the window. The view of the bustling village and housed field framed the area, a stark difference from what it had once been.

After reciting the same set of reasons she had mentioned months ago, Hanako turned to her parents with the same sense of confidence she had displayed the last time they had discussed the matter and gave them her final answer.

Orokodai and Ayako shared one last knowing look before breathing out.

“Well, I guess it’s settled,” Orokodai said as he got up. “I’m going to let the rest of the heads know.”

The sound of clinking cups now invaded the room as Ayako began to clean up the area.

An air of confusion hovered over Hanako as she furrowed her eyes at her parents. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

They both stopped dead in their tracks as they turned to her.

“Aren’t you going to tell me who I’m betrothed to?”

A sheepish laugh escaped Orokodai as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, to be honest, we don’t know yet.”

A beat of silence followed before Hanako reacted. “Wait, you what?!”

Her parents laughed as they resumed their tasks, letting their bewildered daughter sit in a fit of shock.

“Like I said, this was something we were all still discussing.” Orokodai said as he backtracked into the room, “we were waiting for your final answer.”

Hanako crossed her arms and playfully pouted. “You’re marrying me off to some random person and you don’t even know who it is?”

Ayako plopped down next to her and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “Isn’t the point of an arranged marriage that it doesn’t matter who it ends up being?”

Hanako got ready to counter her mother’s point, but she froze. Her lips stuttered for a few more moments trying to come up with something, but she couldn’t. She rolled her eyes as she sighed in defeat. “It would still be nice to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” Her father said before he walked out.

One week later, Hanako got the answer to her question.

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“Till Death Do Us Part” → Y/N Version

Chapter 1: Y/N Harome

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→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

🚨 Warnings: Eventual 18+ rated chapter 🚨

Notes: Quick disclaimer - any similarities with my character's powers and a certain aspect of their physical appearance to any of the characters that pop up later in the manga are a complete coincidence. I came up with the plot for this fic after finishing S1 and before reading the rest of the manga so I didn't expect to share the same brain cell as Gege and come up with a character with powers similar to a certain person. I hope you can still enjoy!

WC: 2.2K

A thunderous explosion robbed Takuma Ino’s attention from his fight against the curses. Large chunks of rubble rained down from the opposite building as something crashed into it. A shock wave followed. Ino froze in front of the window, straining to see what lay beyond the thick cloud of cement dust that was settling.

“Ino!” a voiced cried out from the end of the hall.

Ino jerked his attention back to his surroundings. The sound of a shrill scream filled his ears as one of the spider-like curses lunged at him. He bolted forward and kicked the cursed spirit out of existence before it could land on him.

Another high-pitched cry echoed in the distance as purple colored splatter sprayed the floor. Nanami flicked his blunt sword clean of the curse goo “Don’t get distracted like that. Our fight is here.” He rolled up his sleeves and got ready for the next wave of curses running down the hallway. “We’re needed here.”

Ino nodded, falling back into his battle stance as he pulled his mask down, “Yes sir!”

Just before the next wave of curses arrived, Ino took one last glance out the window.

The dust was almost settled at the top of the building, giving view to the large crater the special grade in the courtyard below had made. Towering over the area, several stories high and wide, the bulging spider-like curse screeched at its surroundings. Its uncharacteristically fat legs whipped from side to side, landing powerful blows in the surrounding buildings as it searched for its target. In between the last strangles of dust floating in the crater’s area, a human silhouette materialized.

Standing on one knee, a wave of electric current bathed the silhouette as they finished their hand sign and activated the final level of their cursed technique. Gold colored currents exploded around them as they got up. Right there, standing vertically upside down on the building’s awning ledge, she stood, the pride and joy of the Harome clan, Y/N Harome.

The black lightning bolt marks etched both on the corners of her eyes and the ends of the horizontal line crossing the bridge of her nose glowed. The surge of electricity sparking out of her body kept increasing as she looked down. The special grade curse roared as she glared at it.

“Man, you’re really getting on my nerves.”

As if understanding her, the curse lunged at her. However, by the time the curse swung at the building, Y/N had vanished.

A swift white flash flew behind the cursed spirit, and then another in front. Another flew by on its left, and before the curse could even turn in anticipation for the next, a large rod of electrical current slammed on its face and the white flash appeared. The curse stumbled back, a large explosion shaking the ground as it collapsed. The victory was short lived though as the curse quickly recovered and continued to swing at the moving white flash it now recognized as Y/N.

Seeing the sorcerer in battle and the swiftness of her moves was the only way to understand why she had been coined as “Jujutsu High’s White Flash”. Because that’s all anyone could ever manage to see. A single white flash bolting through the area as her strings of electric current followed.

By principle, all objects and matter on earth have an electric charge. Whether it’s positive, negative, or a neutral state that can be electrically induced, the basic concepts of electrostatics have surrounded mankind for far longer than it has been understood. It was that same principle and the ability to control and extract charged particles from their surroundings that formed the foundation of the Harome clan’s famous inherited technique, Universal Energy. The technique granted the sorcerer the ability to turn extracted charged energy and convert it to electricity. What happened with that energy and the shape it took on after was up to the sorcerer wielding it.

The special grade continued to swing into the open air, not yet able to land any hits on Y/N, but still increasing the damage in the area. Y/N skid across the ground into a halt behind the curse. She stared at the spirit wreaking havoc and walked forward, the meter long electric rod in her hands being broken into two. In one swift move, she threw the large rods, slicing through each pair of four legs on each side of the curse. It let out a piercing scream as it collapsed.

Y/N continued to eye the curse as it scrambled on the ground, “That’s one, two, three-”

The curse rose again. The booming scream it let out shook the ground as it regrew its legs. Y/N’s eyes widened, “So that’s it.”

Without wasting another second, the curse swung at Y/N. She jumped out of the way, doing a long and high backflip in the air, and eventually landing on the special grade’s back. The curse screamed as it fought to reach for the sorcerer riding on its behind. In the midst of its squirming rampage, the cursed spirit’s hits shattered through the ground, bursting the water pipes buried below and drenching the area. The sorcerer smirked.

With her feet digging into the cursed spirit, Y/N swung her arms upwards, extracting two curtains of electricity from the ground that cut through the special grade’s legs once more, this time all at once. That was the key, its weakness, the ticket to win the battle.

Y/N had noticed the spirit’s pattern earlier in the fight, the way its movements and coordination slowed down the more legs were cut off at once. She had come close a few moments ago when she sliced through with her electric rod attack. However, she hadn’t been successful due to how she came up one second short in cutting off the last leg, leading to its regeneration.

The curse collapsed one final time. It squirmed in place, unable to continue its swing attacks but still proving to be enough of a nuisance that it still needed one final blow. With her feet still planted on the screeching curse, Y/N raised her arms and initiated an intricate hand dance towards the power lines stretching across the street in the distance. Her swift fingers twirled in the air as she extracted the electricity coursing through the power lines. Gold sparks exploded from the cables as the thick electrical current gathered.

In one swift move, Y/N threw her arms back and pulled the current towards her. The water drenching the ground acted as a natural conductor and made the electricity race through the enemy target. The special grade underneath screeched, its screams cutting through the air until the last strangles of cursed energy were the only things left in it. With her opponent now stunned, Y/N pulled the electricity again and converted its shape into electrified chains. She then spun around, her arms dancing on her sides for a moment before locking in place, swiftly wrapping the chains around the curse. In one final plant of her feet, she swung her arms downwards and pinned the curse spirit to the ground.

A small, whimpered sigh escaped the curse as Y/N climbed down. There were only a few strings of cursed energy left inside of it, not enough to escape from the electrified hold the sorcerer had on it, but enough to continue its existence on Earth, and after all the damage it had done, it was something she could not let pass.

The Harome sorcerer took her stance in front of the curse and raised her pointer finger to the sky and twirled it. She then added her middle finger to the dance, then her ring finger, and so forth. She twirled her fingers once, twice, thrice, the circles becoming wider the more her wrist became involved.

The sound of booming thunder exploded above. Thick bands of gray clouds gathered in the sky as a wave of darkness flooded the area. Just like she had done with the power lines, Y/N’s arms fell into their intricate sway. While one arm stayed swaying towards the chains holding the curse, the other stayed moving above, circling in a constant wave as she separated the positive and negative charges in the clouds above. The special grade squirmed under its chained restraints, gathering what little strength it had left to screech at Y/N and attempt a final escape, but it was too late.

In one flick of her wrist, a giant bolt of lighting crashed into her palm. The deafening explosion of thunder crashed from the sky all the way to the ground. Y/N pulled at the lighting bolt exploding in her hands and converted it into a giant lance, making sure to sharpen its ends with the tip of her fingers before she jumped into the air. The sorcerer flung herself high into the sky, almost disappearing from view, and then came crashing down onto the curse. The bolt of lightning pierced through the last remains of the special grade curse spirit before exploding, and with it, the Harome clan’s highest technique had been completed. Universal Lightning.

A burst of purple smoke began to dissipate in the area as Y/N did a back flip and landed on the ground.

Unregistered Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the Toyama area: status - EXORCISED

Another boom of thunder echoed through the sky before the rain began to pour. Y/N made her way through the dissipating smoke of the curse, her eyes searching the ground while her hands did a gentle flick, releasing all the electricity left in the vicinity. She stopped dead in her tracks when it was all gone.

“Harome senpai!” A voice in the distance interrupted.

She snapped her head towards the opposite building and found Ino racing out of it.

A small smile tugged at her lips, “Ino.”

He fell into an attention stance when he arrived to her. “We’ve exorcised all the curses from the sister building like you asked, Miss Harome,” he said as he pulled up his mask.

Y/N chuckled to herself, amused by his excessive formality. “I see. Excellent job.”

The sorcerer before her blushed at her praise before falling into a lengthy bragging ramble. As the rain continued to drench them, Ino went over all the details of how they carried out their part of the mission. Most of the details he was briefing her on weren’t going to end up in the final report, most of them had even begun to deviate from the main point, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. Eventually though, Y/N interrupted him.

“Did you find anything?”

“We found one thing,” Nanami now spoke as he exited the building. Dangling from his hands he held up a dark beaded necklace.

“Cursed object?” Y/N asked as they turned towards him.

Nanami shook his head, “No, but it has some residuals.”

She looked down at his outstretched hand once he was before them. Faint purple colored essence emanated from the beads, confirming his statement.

A sense of confusion washed over her as she sighed. Her head moved back and forth as she inspected the area, hoping she had missed something when she exorcised the cursed spirit, but there was nothing there.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” she said as she paced the area. “A curse of that caliber doesn’t happen without at least absorbing a cursed object.”

Ino snapped his fingers, “Or without a cursed user”.

“Well, whatever or whoever it was, it looks like it will be something left for another day. We’ll write it up on the report, for now let’s just take this back,” Nanami said as he tossed the dark beads towards Y/N.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she caught them in midair. “Wait, shouldn’t you take this?”

Nanami and Ino had already begun to get ready to leave when they turned around.

Kento stared back with confusion. “Us?”

“Yeah, aren’t you guys gonna make it to Jujutsu High before me?”

Nanami’s expression softened, the confusion leaving his features as he finally understood her puzzled state. “Actually no, that would be you.”

Y/N’s head twitched back as her brows furrowed even more.

“This was your last one in your batch of missions, wasn’t it?”

For a moment, Y/N stayed frozen, held in her endless wave of confusion at his words. That was until she realized. Y/N had spent so long working, chasing behind one mission after the other that she had lost track both of how many missions she had done, and how long she had spent doing them. It had been too long. Any sane person could see it and come to Nanami’s same conclusion, but for some reason she couldn’t believe it.

Y/N made one last attempt at remembering the location of her next mission. It was there. It was somewhere. Buried so deep in her mind she just couldn’t remember. Y/N tried and tried once again, but the more she concentrated on trying to remember whatever assignment her mind had come up with regarding her next trip, the more her mind came up blank. The lack of feedback from her attempt at recalling a new mission that didn’t even exist was the thing that finally confirmed Nanami’s words. She was going home.

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“Till Death Do Us Part” → Y/N Version

→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

🚨 Warnings: Eventual 18+ rated chapter 🚨

Notes: Welcome to the Y/N Version of my JJK fic! There are 2 other versions of this fic, both a Tumblr and an AO3 OC version. You can find the links to them on the main masterlist. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Y/N Harome Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

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“Till Death Do Us Part” → OC Version

Chapter 1: Hanako Harome

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→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female OC → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

Notes: Quick disclaimer - any similarities with my OC's powers and a certain aspect of their physical appearance to any of the characters that pop up later in the manga are a complete coincidence. I came up with the plot for this fic after finishing S1 and before reading the rest of the manga so I didn't expect to share the same brain cell as Gege and come up with a character with powers similar to a certain person. I hope you can still enjoy!

P.S - At the end of this chapter there's a picrew edit I made of what I envision my OC to be 👀

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A thunderous explosion robbed Takuma Ino’s attention from his fight against the curses. Large chunks of rubble rained down from the opposite building as something crashed into it. A shock wave followed. Ino froze in front of the window, straining to see what lay beyond the thick cloud of cement dust that was settling.

“Ino!” a voiced cried out from the end of the hall.

Ino jerked his attention back to his surroundings. The sound of a shrill scream filled his ears as one of the spider-like curses lunged at him. He bolted forward and kicked the cursed spirit out of existence before it could land on him.

Another high-pitched cry echoed in the distance as purple colored splatter sprayed the floor. Nanami flicked his blunt sword clean of the curse goo “Don’t get distracted like that. Our fight is here.” He rolled up his sleeves and got ready for the next wave of curses running down the hallway. “We’re needed here.”

Ino nodded, falling back into his battle stance as he pulled his mask down, “Yes sir!”

Just before the next wave of curses arrived, Ino took one last glance out the window.

The dust was almost settled at the top of the building, giving view to the large crater the special grade in the courtyard below had made. Towering over the area, several stories high and wide, the bulging spider-like curse screeched at its surroundings. Its uncharacteristically fat legs whipped from side to side, landing powerful blows in the surrounding buildings as it searched for its target. In between the last strangles of dust floating in the crater’s area, a human silhouette materialized.

Standing on one knee, a wave of electric current bathed the silhouette as they finished their hand sign and activated the final level of their cursed technique. Gold colored currents exploded around them as they got up. Right there, standing vertically upside down on the building’s awning ledge, she stood, the pride and joy of the Harome clan, Hanako Harome.

The black lightning bolt marks etched both on the corners of her eyes and the ends of the horizontal line crossing the bridge of her nose glowed. The surge of electricity sparking out of her body kept increasing as she looked down. The special grade curse roared as she glared at it.

“Man, you’re really getting on my nerves.”

As if understanding her, the curse lunged at her. However, by the time the curse swung at the building, Hanako had vanished.

A swift white flash flew behind the cursed spirit, and then another in front. Another flew by on its left, and before the curse could even turn in anticipation for the next, a large rod of electrical current slammed on its face and the white flash appeared. The curse stumbled back, a large explosion shaking the ground as it collapsed. The victory was short lived though as the curse quickly recovered and continued to swing at the moving white flash it now recognized as Hanako.

Seeing the sorcerer in battle and the swiftness of her moves was the only way to understand why she had been coined as “Jujutsu High’s White Flash”. Because that’s all anyone could ever manage to see. A single white flash bolting through the area as her strings of electric current followed.

By principle, all objects and matter on earth have an electric charge. Whether it’s positive, negative, or a neutral state that can be electrically induced, the basic concepts of electrostatics have surrounded mankind for far longer than it has been understood. It was that same principle and the ability to control and extract charged particles from their surroundings that formed the foundation of the Harome clan’s famous inherited technique, Universal Energy. The technique granted the sorcerer the ability to turn extracted charged energy and convert it to electricity. What happened with that energy and the shape it took on after was up to the sorcerer wielding it.

The special grade continued to swing into the open air, not yet able to land any hits on Hanako, but still increasing the damage in the area. Hanako skid across the ground into a halt behind the curse. She stared at the spirit wreaking havoc and walked forward, the meter long electric rod in her hands being broken into two. In one swift move, she threw the large rods, slicing through each pair of four legs on each side of the curse. It let out a piercing scream as it collapsed.

Hanako continued to eye the curse as it scrambled on the ground, “That’s one, two, three-”

The curse rose again. The booming scream it let out shook the ground as it regrew its legs. Hanako’s eyes widened, “So that’s it.”

Without wasting another second, the curse swung at Hanako. She jumped out of the way, doing a long and high backflip in the air, and eventually landing on the special grade’s back. The curse screamed as it fought to reach for the sorcerer riding on its behind. In the midst of its squirming rampage, the cursed spirit’s hits shattered through the ground, bursting the water pipes buried below and drenching the area. The sorcerer smirked.

With her feet digging into the cursed spirit, Hanako swung her arms upwards, extracting two curtains of electricity from the ground that cut through the special grade’s legs once more, this time all at once. That was the key, its weakness, the ticket to win the battle.

Hanako had noticed the spirit’s pattern earlier in the fight, the way its movements and coordination slowed down the more legs were cut off at once. She had come close a few moments ago when she sliced through with her electric rod attack. However, she hadn’t been successful due to how she came up one second short in cutting off the last leg, leading to its regeneration.

The curse collapsed one final time. It squirmed in place, unable to continue its swing attacks but still proving to be enough of a nuisance that it still needed one final blow. With her feet still planted on the screeching curse, Hanako raised her arms and initiated an intricate hand dance towards the power lines stretching across the street in the distance. Her swift fingers twirled in the air as she extracted the electricity coursing through the power lines. Gold sparks exploded from the cables as the thick electrical current gathered.

In one swift move, Hanako threw her arms back and pulled the current towards her. The water drenching the ground acted as a natural conductor and made the electricity race through the enemy target. The special grade underneath screeched, its screams cutting through the air until the last strangles of cursed energy were the only things left in it. With her opponent now stunned, Hanako pulled the electricity again and converted its shape into electrified chains. She then spun around, her arms dancing on her sides for a moment before locking in place, swiftly wrapping the chains around the curse. In one final plant of her feet, she swung her arms downwards and pinned the curse spirit to the ground.

 A small, whimpered sigh escaped the curse as Hanako climbed down. There were only a few strings of cursed energy left inside of it, not enough to escape from the electrified hold the sorcerer had on it, but enough to continue its existence on Earth, and after all the damage it had done, it was something she could not let pass.

The Harome sorcerer took her stance in front of the curse and raised her pointer finger to the sky and twirled it. She then added her middle finger to the dance, then her ring finger, and so forth. She twirled her fingers once, twice, thrice, the circles becoming wider the more her wrist became involved.

The sound of booming thunder exploded above. Thick bands of gray clouds gathered in the sky as a wave of darkness flooded the area. Just like she had done with the power lines, Hanako’s arms fell into their intricate sway. While one arm stayed swaying towards the chains holding the curse, the other stayed moving above, circling in a constant wave as she separated the positive and negative charges in the clouds above. The special grade squirmed under its chained restraints, gathering what little strength it had left to screech at Hanako and attempt a final escape, but it was too late.

In one flick of her wrist, a giant bolt of lighting crashed into her palm. The deafening explosion of thunder crashed from the sky all the way to the ground. Hanako pulled at the lighting bolt exploding in her hands and converted it into a giant lance, making sure to sharpen its ends with the tip of her fingers before she jumped into the air. The sorcerer flung herself high into the sky, almost disappearing from view, and then came crashing down onto the curse. The bolt of lightning pierced through the last remains of the special grade curse spirit before exploding, and with it, the Harome clan’s highest technique had been completed. Universal Lightning.

A burst of purple smoke began to dissipate in the area as Hanako did a back flip and landed on the ground.

Unregistered Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the Toyama area: status - EXORCISED

Another boom of thunder echoed through the sky before the rain began to pour. Hanako made her way through the dissipating smoke of the curse, her eyes searching the ground while her hands did a gentle flick, releasing all the electricity left in the vicinity. She stopped dead in her tracks when it was all gone.

“Harome senpai!” A voice in the distance interrupted.

She snapped her head towards the opposite building and found Ino racing out of it.

A small smile tugged at her lips, “Ino.”

He fell into an attention stance when he arrived to her. “We’ve exorcised all the curses from the sister building like you asked, Miss Harome,” he said as he pulled up his mask.

Hanako chuckled to herself, amused by his excessive formality. “I see. Excellent job.”

The sorcerer before her blushed at her praise before falling into a lengthy bragging ramble. As the rain continued to drench them, Ino went over all the details of how they carried out their part of the mission. Most of the details he was briefing her on weren’t going to end up in the final report, most of them had even begun to deviate from the main point, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. Her attention from Ino was snatched away when she felt something fall loose from her head. A long strand of raven black hair fell onto her shoulder as she felt through the back of her hair. One of the two pigtails she usually had clipped in a low loop behind her head must have snapped loose at some point in her battle with the curse.

Hanako was quick to clip it back in place as she interrupted Ino. “Did you find anything?”

“We found one thing,” Nanami now spoke as he exited the building. Dangling from his hands he held up a dark beaded necklace.

“Cursed object?” Hanako asked as they turned towards him.

Nanami shook his head, “No, but it has some residuals.”

She looked down at his outstretched hand once he was before them. Faint purple colored essence emanated from the beads, confirming his statement.

A sense of confusion washed over her as she sighed. Her head moved back and forth as she inspected the area, hoping she had missed something when she exorcised the cursed spirit, but there was nothing there.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” she said as she paced the area. “A curse of that caliber doesn’t happen without at least absorbing a cursed object.”

Ino snapped his fingers, “Or without a cursed user”.

“Well, whatever or whoever it was, it looks like it will be something left for another day. We’ll write it up on the report, for now let’s just take this back,” Nanami said as he tossed the dark beads towards Hanako.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she caught them in midair. “Wait, shouldn’t you take this?”

Nanami and Ino had already begun to get ready to leave when they turned around.

Kento stared back with confusion. “Us?” 

“Yeah, aren’t you guys gonna make it to Jujutsu High before me?”

Nanami’s expression softened, the confusion leaving his features as he finally understood her puzzled state. “Actually no, that would be you.”

Hanako’s head twitched back as her brows furrowed even more.

“This was your last one in your batch of missions, wasn’t it?”

For a moment, Hanako stayed frozen, held in her endless wave of confusion at his words. That was until she realized. Hanako had spent so long working, chasing behind one mission after the other that she had lost track both of how many missions she had done, and how long she had spent doing them. It had been too long. Any sane person could see it and come to Nanami’s same conclusion, but for some reason she couldn’t believe it.

Hanako made one last attempt at remembering the location of her next mission. It was there. It was somewhere. Buried so deep in her mind she just couldn’t remember. Hanako tried and tried once again, but the more she concentrated on trying to remember whatever assignment her mind had come up with regarding her next trip, the more her mind came up blank. The lack of feedback from her attempt at recalling a new mission that didn’t even exist was the thing that finally confirmed Nanami’s words. She was going home.

Notes: Thank you for taking the time to read the 1st chapter of "Till Death Do Us Part"!

I leave you with this edit of our lovely Hanako, minus the lightning bolt marks on her face:

picrew design by: @terrainakka

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“Till Death Do Us Part” → OC Version

→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female OC → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

🚨 Warnings: Eventual 18+ rated chapter 🚨

Notes: Welcome to the OC Version of my JJK fic! There are 2 other versions of this fic, a Y/N version and the OC version posted on AO3. You can find the links to them on the main masterlist. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Hanako Harome Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x oc #gojo satoru x oc #satoru gojo x oc #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru jjk #gojo satoru fanfic #jujutsu kaisen anime

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“Till Death Do Us Part”

→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female OC/female reader → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens with this arrangement when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

🚨 Warnings: Eventual 18+ rated chapter 🚨

Notes: Welcome to my JJK fic! There are 3 versions of this fic for you to enjoy below: An OC version, a Y/N version, and the OC version posted on AO3. All 3 versions will be updated simultaneously. Also, 1st Chapter of the OC version has a pic of my OC. Enjoy!

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| Y/N Version |

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This song is satosugu and no one can tell me otherwise

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Not me creating an alt account to post my upcoming jjk fanfic

#jujutsu kaisen #once I figure out how to make a cute aesthetic master list for the chapters it's over #or maybe once I sit down and write the damn thing that is