#SCAMMER!GETO

[fungirl-apk]

JJK CHARACTERS AS SCAM ARTISTS. (JUJUTSU SCAMMERVERSE.) (PT.1)

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(a series dedicated to Jujutsu kaisen characters and what type of scammers they would be. (Keep in mind this is just a joke - slander if you will. Lmao. )

-> PART 2(toji)

TW// dusty!satoru, scammer!satoru, dustmite!gojo, mentions of scammer!geto, crackfic

1K+ words

(if you have eczema , asthma, or a cold, reading this fic featuring dusty gojo and (a very little, but still dusty) geto will make you cough, wheeze, hack, and sneeze. read at your own risk.)

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SATORU GOJO - THE MONARCH SCAMMER.

-SATORU is definitely the "over-the-phone" foreign country emperor-type scammer. The kind of scammer who chooses gullible females (such as elderly women,) or vulnerable women (such as lonely widows,) on purpose - he's no misogynist, but he finds women easier to manipulate cash out of (partially due to his good looks and silver-tongue). Besides, what woman can resist a handsome ""emperor"" from a foreign country? with a foreign accent?

-SATORU would definitely be the type to carefully plan out his responses/behaviors before manipulating his victims for cash - he'd purposefully distance himself away from his victim for days, but not before saying things like: "I'm broke", "I have no job", then arrive with a half-assed apology 3 days later, "oh- sorry! was busy working, lol :p"

-SATORU would obviously not be stupid enough to contradict himself, By accident that is. He knows what he's doing, he's just making it seem like he's hiding something... Hiding the fact he's the quote "emperor from some rich foreign country".

He realizes he could never just say that though, so instead, he'd leave little traps for his victim to pick up on, hints, and clues, that'll eventually all add up and corroborate his story. 

-SATORU's entire goal from start to finish would be to push the theory without explicitly saying it. The more distance between you two, the more suspicious you will get.

the more desperate for an answer you feel as he pushes you away? This is how he lures you in, although you'll never realize it until the end. 

-SATORU would only strike when he knows he's destroyed your morale. When you inevitably lower your standards for an explanation as to why he's been "traveling in and out of Japan", desperate for anything, you'll accept his outlandish confession of being a

"foreign imperial monarch, emperor of the south who has 8 Bugatti's and 5 exotic albino peacock-tigers and an 89 figure bank account".

And regardless of whether you truly believe it or not, you accept it. Because you're just desperate for his company and tired of feeling neglected.

-SATORU would use his previous absence to further push the theory if you still weren't convinced enough. "Yeah, the reason I missed your birthday was because I was helping the local Duke of the North. I got injured, so I was in the hospital". he wasn't.

"remember when I said I couldn't be there for your promotion party? The guards of the south needed my assistance on the day of the party, so I traveled to Japan to help them.". He didn't. 

"That picture of me on the airplane was me traveling to my kingdom". He literally snuck onto that plane without a ticket...

-SATORU is smart, smart enough to know you probably would begin to doubt his fictitious empire and his tenuous adventures about "large boats made out of porcelain with golden jewels, exotic albino caviar, and white pearls" in Bali, Indonesia.

So, to further sell the dream - he sends in cash or expensive gifts now and then as the final nail in the coffin. To some inexperienced scammers, it just looks stupid, considering he's supposed to be the one receiving money, "counterproductive" they say.

 But Satoru just scoffs and writes them off as "amateurs". He doesn't see it as ""CoUnTeRpROduCtive"" He sees it as an investment, a down payment, or to put it more accurately, a security deposit for the future.

"It isn't guaranteed you will get back the same treatment in dividends from the person you choose to pour all this unnecessary money into..."

Nanamin often remarks. But again, Satoru just scoffs. Nanamin just doesn't understand the psychological genius behind a true mastermind such as THE gojo Satoru, king of the con artists. Some say he's arrogant, but he'd just say he's confident in his abilities as a scam artist. 

what comes around goes around, and he's gonna get his money back one way or another. it's just his good karma.

-SATORU's best friend, confidant, and partner in crime, geto, comments that if any regular person were to describe Gojo, they would say he's an absolute despicable excuse of a human being.

If any of his victims were to describe him, they'd say he was a learning experience and their first real heartbreak.

If an advanced scammer were to describe Satoru, they would say he is a genius but arrogant hustler in a world full of flim-flam cowards,

a true fraudster in the flesh. Most scammers who've heard the tales of Satoru Gojo assume he's worked his way up to the top all by his lonesome, brewing his own methods of mind games and manipulation processes resulting in successful licks among women internationally.

But, geto would just chalk it all up to him being born into a very corporate family. 

One that happens to scam their customers out of new and expensive phones every 6 months for minimal features but 6000x times the price. it's worth it though, because you get 50kb more space. :>

-SATORU would never let another man in your life. not in jealousy - but in greed. He's had men in the past attempt to distance his victims away from him in either pursuit of a romantic relationship, or because they're trying to play fraudster as well, While he's still trying to play HIS tricks.

you can guarantee no matter who it is - Satoru takes it as a sign of blatant disrespect if another scammer attempts to try and get in the way of his bag 

So, he makes an example out of them, which is the number 1 reason why Satoru Gojo became the most notorious figure in the Con-artistry community.

 IF a man somehow reaches the god-like proportions Satoru Gojo has achieved in the world of the jujutsu scammer-verse, he'd just have to knock him down to size.

He can't have another shyster challenging his authority. If the JJK scammer verse is the Wild Wild West, there isn't enough room in this town for both of them.

-SATORU in the world of scammers would be the kingpin, the best, the inspiration, the moment, and the blueprint for other scammers in the jujutsu scammer verse.

and he's a dust storm heading toward all the women. ladies, pack your bags, skip town, and lock your doors, it's sneezin' season - and beware of the Toji dust blizzard following right behind

-> PART 2(toji)

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ATTENTION ALL READERSSS, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE IF ITS POPOCACA BUT REMEMBER IT'S JUST A JOKE FOR YOUR PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT

BUT IF MY FANFIC ERADICATED ANY FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE ME!!!!!!

(also, here's a quick yuji fanart I created LOL)

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From you, For him

| Part 2 of At him, For him

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Normal like no curse and stuff AU where Gojo is in love with Geto’s lover but this time he has the chance to change everything. This contains time travel!

I wrote it in a way you can understand what’s happening even if your don’t read part 1 btw

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

Gojo Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe.

He inhales. His chest hurts and he has a horrible attempt at keeping his glazing eyes in check as he fakes a smile and claps his hands together; there was a blur silhouette of Geto and you in a distance in tears ,both wearing matching rings.

“Woah—! Congratulations you two.” Shoko smiles wildly as she brings her hands close to her mouth,cheering. She briefly turns to Gojo and looks back at the couple. “Keep it together,Gojo… you’ve done that for years so why bother showing it now.”

Gojo lets out a laugh. “How cruel…” of course Shoko knows he has had this unrequited love for years. He breathes out. “I’ll head out for a second.”

Shoko nods as she reaches out and puts a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he opens the door, cold breeze immediately greeting him. He breaths in again as his hands search for warmth in his pockets, turning to the alleyway.

Once when he is secluded, he brings out the piece of cigarette Shoko handed him earlier as he places it in between his lips, his hands bringing up the lighter with one on the lighter as the other hand wraps to protect the small flame.

He did not smoke often—more like he didn’t even the last last time he did. Gojo sucks in a breath, his throat feels hot but his chest is lighter, no-he remembers smoking back in high school simply because of Shoko and Geto. His only two friends would leave him for smoke breaks and he didn’t want to be left alone so he simply picked up the habit. 

Gojo quit after he met you since he didn’t feel the need to tag along Geto and Shoko anymore.

Somewhere in between college,meeting you and now, he didn’t seem to care anymore.

“Hey kid.”

“Fuck!” Gojo jumps, his teeth biting into the cigarette as his eyes glare sharply in the direction of the sound. A man sits along the far end of the alley way, away from him.

The white haired man contains his jumped heartbeat as he walks over the man who called him over. His eyes trail the dress he wore; it was a traditional dark piece of clothing and beads around his hand. This man was cosplaying as a Priest. 

He didn’t say the word ‘cosplay’ lightly because first, to begin with, the man in front had a ‘magic ball’ in front of him as if he was waiting for people to share their future and second, he wasn’t too serious because boy—! That monk had thick hair on his head, not the shaven look you’d normally see.

Gojo met scammers; near the shopping center, outside popular restaurant and tourist attractions, by his house ringing on his doorbell and right now, infront of him.

“What‘cha gonna tell me,old man.” Gojo says as he peers in, with also taking in a puff of smoke. “That I’ll be having a wife and two kids in my 30s… If it’s not that, it means one of you is lying.” By ‘one of you‘ refers to the scammer-I mean fortune teller he let in his house because he was bored. 

“Hahaha-! That’s not it.” The man laughs as he faces Gojo directly, it was then when he finally notices a stitch mark which stretches across his forehead. “Just wondering if you’d ever regretted things… ‘things’ which you wished you could go back and change..”

Gojo laughs as he drops the half-piece of cigarette on the ground, stomping on it. No long interested. “Of course. I still wish I could go back in time and not erase my answers because my teacher made all the answers to the MCQ ‘c’ just when I didn’t study.” 

Fuck—just why did Yaga REALLY do that? Gojo thinks back at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Gojo turns when he hears the man speak. 

The man stands close—very close to him as his hands were making a V-sign (a peace sign) , fingers pointed near his eyes before the old man was stabbed into his eyes.

“Oh my god— shit! That hurt, old man.” Gojo places his hands on his eyes as he tries to soothe the pain from it. “What are you trying to do—huh…?”

He blinks once.

Twice.

He takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I’ve just lost my mind a tiny bit because y/n and Suguru are getting married.’

Gojo let out the breath and opened his eyes. Same scene. He was by a tree, near a building; he remembered this place being behind the building for the Class 1-3 who were studying the normal curriculum whereas advanced classes of class 4-5 students were in another building. 

“What the actual heck is happening?” Gojo grumbles as he looks at the calendar on his phone. He was back in high school. He was sent back in time by about 7 years. “Fuck… I guess that man wasn’t a quack….”

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“That’s why I need you to help.” You wiggled your toes in your shoes as you stand, smiling. The teacher,Yaga Masamichi, was in front of you, sitting on his chair as he continued to talk- maybe complain would be a better word- about a certain boy from the advanced class. “The boy is smart but he lacks discipline! He needs someone as hardworking as you and maybe it’ll rub on to him.”

You’ve heard of Gojo Satoru. You’ve never seen him but he was very infamous in high school . First, for being the son of the Gojo Estate. Two, for being a very tall, conventionally attractive boy. Third, for being a delinquent. 

And that last part bothers you a lot, you’ve heard him get into fights, rumors of him smoking along the alleyway, ripping love letters into pieces and recently he skipped over all his tests making him fail his mid-terms. 

You gulp. Hope he doesn’t beat you up… 

Just then the door to the staff room slides open. You see enter, he was tall with white hair and lashes and the eyes in the most beautiful shade. No way this was Gojo right? He was so— beautiful.

Did he just make eye contact with you?

“Gojo come here.” Yaga calls out as he huffs. Gojo clears his throat as he walks to the teacher. When he was close enough Yaga continued. “This is y/n and I’m assigned to be your teacher. She’ll make sure you get all your works done plus make you study for the reassessment for the exam you skipped on.”

You watch Gojo who was towering beside you raise his hands and brought it up to his face, but from the angle you see the upward turn on the corner of his lips. Why was he smiling?

“Isn’t this -he points at you- from the normal department?” You huff when you were referred to as ‘this’. “You sure she is smart?”

“Don’t mess with y/n just because she isn’t from the advanced class— And also! In the last exam she was placed third overall , right below Suguru.” Yaga shouted back.

Your eyes trail back to him when the boy beside you seemed to still, You’ve heard of Geto Suguru too. Apparently a boy from the advanced class who was also popular for his good looks. But not only that— he had a delicate aura around him which makes people like him and to add on he was very much academically smart.

Gojo lets out a breath, as if it were more of an amazement in your opinion. You watch him take a small step back as he turns around and gives you a smile, god was unfair when he crafted this smile. “Then please take care of me, my tutor.” His face was close to yours.

‘My.’ You face almost burst with heat.

“Gojo stop bothering y/n.”

“Ouch—! That hurt sensei.”

Ever since then, once you hear the bell ring indicating school was over for the day, there would be Gojo poking his head into your class with a boyish grin plastered on his face, he takes your book-filled bag, slings it over his shoulder as you guys would walk to the library.

He sometimes passes by your classroom which is in the opposite building whenever he wants to go to the restroom in between classes—I mean he never did specify which restroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

And when he does, his gaze flickered towards you, taking in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.It becomes clear to Gojo then that even now, despite everything—in between ever but of confusion, anger and guilt, he doesn't actually want to lose you. To his best friend. To anyone else.

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Warm.

The way the curtains fluttered from the gentle wind, letting in a cool breeze and a glow of the evening sun and you. You sitting not even an arm's length away and just like the pace of his heart which picked up, pushing every worry he could still have further and further away because there was no space for those in that moment.

There was just you. And he could feel your presence a lot closer now, her warmth not far away from him.

God, you were beautiful.

So beautiful, he would not mind spending the rest of his life memorizing each feature belonging of yours.

“Stop staring at me.” You let down the pen you were holding, looking away from your homework.

“I can’t stop.” He admitted.

You huff, the smirk on Gojo widened as he could see a faint color rush to your cheeks. “Just do your work…” you wave him off as you grumble.

“I’m already done,love.” He continues his teasing.

You pink as you let out a small shriek at the nickname; you rush close to him as you cover your hands on his mouth. “Shut up—Gojo, I don’t want to be murdered by your fangirls because of this.”

He pecks your hands by pursing his lips forward, into the palm of your hands making you shriek once more pulling away.

“Gojo!” You glare at him as you reach your hands out and comically wipe your hands on his blazer as he laughs at your reaction. He leans forward as he looks at your books. “What’s this?” He asks.

“Ah…” you say as you bring out a book closer to him. “I’m studying for my entrance exam for this university.”

“Already?” But that’s like months away.

“Yeah.” Your voice is laced with a smile, gojo almost sees shining glitters surrounding you. “It’s like… kind of my dream as a kid to go here.”

Gojo laughs at how adorable you sounded. “Why that university though?”

“My parents-“ you turn almost too quickly to face him but then you stop yourself as you clear your throat. “My parents went there and that’s how they met and fell in love.”

“Ah…” Just like you and Geto… His heart pains again as he is reminded.

You bend down as you lean your head on the table, letting out a sigh with your hands on your sides. “I hope I get in though…”

“You will.” He says confidently. He knows you will. “Nerds like you will get in.”

“Gojo, I’m not a nerd.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“I’m not princess either!”

“Sure thing, love.”

“Oh— Gojo,stop that!”

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“I need you to be serious, Satoru!”

He listens to you shout, even without turning to your direction he could basically sense you ‘huffing and puffing’, a habit you took till adulthood. He reaches out into the bushes, pushing the leaves away. “I am—! Sheesh, let me breathe.” Gojo laughs.

You two were currently near the patch of grass by the football ground; you had lost your key to the music club room—a room which was basically unused but you guys needed a room so you two can continue on with your study lessons. 

You bend to look over the bushes while Gojo does around the bushes checking every shrub. “Oh lucky— someone’s cigarette and lighter is hidden  here.” His smile widens as he reaches out for the gift, someone had kept here. “Satoru, don’t steal others' stash.” He puts it down upon hearing your words.

“So this where you go after classes,Satoru?”

He knew it was inevitable but he hoped he could extend it for as long as he could.

In front of him, holding a key was Geto Suguru, smiling at him with Shoko, a lollipop in her mouth peers over from beside him. “What you doing?”

Geto throws him the key at him which is catches instantly.He wanted the two of his friends meet you but he selfishly hoped it would be after like maybe, after you and Gojo date. Wow—what an optimistic! Gojo gulps, afterall what would he do if the two of you fall in love again? 

“You found it!” You jump, unaware that the two figures were his friends. You turn your head to look at him, at him. Despite Geto Suguru standing near you, you looked at Gojo. The white haired boy’s heart pulsed, the slow and steady pump now erratic and heavy with emotions. Just you looking at him with a smile, at him like he was the only one on the planet m. For the first time.

“Who is this?” Shoko says as walks to to the bush and sticks her hands in. You laugh. “That cigarette was yours?” Shoko nods.

“This… this is y/n.” Gojo grumbles, speaking low. “She is helping me with my reassessment.”

“That’s what you get for skipping assignments and test.” Shoko teases. 

Geto laughs.

Gojo eyes at your reaction and sighs in relief when you were still acting the same. Thank god, there was nothing of that ‘love at first sight’ going on. “I don’t need to take those test.Even Yaga knows I’m smart.”

Your roll your eyes. “I guess we won’t have those study sessions of now on, Gojo.”

“Wha— no! I need it.” Gojo jumps, as he comically starts shaking you, as if he got the most shocking news of the century. “No- nope! You can’t do that. I need you—!”

“Geto, let’s get going now.” She turns. Shoko looks over to Gojo, they make eye contact and the brown hair girl smiles. 

He knows that smile. 

That’s the smile Shoko gives when ever she figures out something. And equipped with a teasing look, Gojo is certain she knows that he is in love with you. “Good luck,Gojo.” With his studies or with you? Geto gives you guys a wave as he also turns around and walks way. 

From then onwards, it’s as if the friendship which you guys have in the future,college days were happening now. Hanging out, study sessions, sometimes sneaking into parties and café date; the four of you. Just like right now as you’re in Gojo’s room, a flat rented nearby your future college.

“No way.” Shoko starts. “We’re all going to be attending the same college.” Her smile widens when you cheer and jump into her arms, she quickly looks over and sees a fond smile on Gojo’s face…hilarious!

Geto laughs as he takes a sip on his coffee as the two girls snuggle closer to each other. “Did you know about this?” He peers over to Gojo who finally seemed broken from his trance—you.

Gojo nods. “Yeah… I mean I’ve seen her study for her exams.” He clears his throat. “Have you played the new ‘digimon’ game?” He changes topic, whenever Geto speaks of you or to you, it makes him feel small. This isn’t good. He relishes this yet it was suffocation. Gojo would never hate his best friend—never, but sometimes it’s insecurity and sometimes it’s guilt which swallows him whole. ‘Is this okay?’ 

Shoko breaks away from the hug and she pulls on your cheeks fondly, she thinks you’re the most adorable human as she turns to Geto. “Smoke break.” Geto smiles and nods, following behind Shoko who led the way.

Gojo turns to you, eyes carefully trying to take in your presence that is before he notices something—your eyes are ‘lingering.’ He follows your gaze, carefully in the direction.

You were looking at Geto.

All emotions are wiped from his face. Gojo knew this could happen, you can fall in love with Geto all over again. He was the one who was messing with fate and time, yet— it hurt.

You turn to Gojo, your face tilts up to meet his gaze as your lips turn into a teasing smile which quickly flatters when you see Gojo’s expression. Your heart settles and softens, you relax and reach over the table to grab one of his hands. “…Satoru?”

He turns to you, and smiles. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“No…just thinking.”

You gulp wondering why it felt as if suddenly there was a huge rift when they were barely centimeters apart; for someone as big as Gojo his voice was so—so small. “…About?” You were almost scared to ask.

“Are you in love with Suguru?” Gojo beats himself for this, he has gone and done it now! 

You tilt your head. “where did that come from?”

“Friends don’t give each other love-filled lingering looks.” He scoffs. “So tell me-“ no he was being pushy. Gojo felt so backed into a corner for a moment but when he locked eyes with you, he was hurting you with the way he was acting.

He stands up. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“If I did love him, what would you do?” 

Were you testing him? 

“Please—please don’t fall for anyone but me…” he mumbles.

You watch as he slumps down on the floor, on his knees, burying his face into his hands, curling up almost as if to protect himself. Gojo is no longer confident egoistic boy you know, right now he seemed so weak; as if he was tired after a long journey. “I have surrendered myself to you for all of time; past, present and future I am yours…”

Your head is dizzy with all this information. You need time, you need clarity. Gojo feels like he is losing himself in his thoughts and also rambles with no coherence to what his mind has to say. “I don’t know what do do with this emotion but if I try to stop them they overflow and-” 

His heart seemed to thud to a stop in his chest and then start up again erratically, hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang close by his sides.

“Satoru, I love you…” you whisper and it is only then when he realizes you were also on your knees in front of him, thumbs wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for joking— I don’t love Geto. It’s you I love. Don’t hate me?”

How can he hate you when you were still his everything: you were his everything even when you were intertwining hands with someone else?

“It’s me?” He breathes out. “Did you say you’re in love with me?” 

You nod.

“Oh wow.” He says which makes you laugh.

“I love you…” He says, years of these words inside the depth of his heart, was dug out. “From the bottom of my soul, I’m head over heels for you, my love.”

You almost cry at his tone, so gentle.

He caresses your hair, tenderly, running his fingers through the soft, silky strands. When he eventually has his hands on your cheeks; your cheeks flushing as he gazes at you, captivated by your presence. Your eyes sparkle with wonder, your lips plush and rosy. 

You are flawless, perfect in this moment and beautiful in his embrace.

Gojo didn’t even realize when he started to get so close to you. His lips pressed against her pulse in a kiss before he nipped the skin.His limbs burned where he touched you, you were warm. So it was cold after all, he realized somewhere along the line. His hands were freezing, clinging to your lower back. 

Gojo wants to stay like this, holding you for a minute longer or forever.

A whisper in his head was telling him to let go—that it wasn’t right, but Gojo wouldn't. He was hanging onto a life line, it hurt, but if he let go now, he would drown.

Gojo was vulnerable. And you kiss him back. Kiss him till he is fine. Kiss him until all his worries fly— till he understands, you are equally so stupidly in love with him. 

Unbeknownst to you two, Shoko peeks over inside the door, a small crack reveals what’s inside “You think they’re done?”

Geto laughs. “Of course not…but give them more time and they’ll be in bed.”

Shoko laughs lightly making sure she isn’t spotted yet as she then peers over to the taller boy beside her. “What about you? You good?”

“Yeah… it was just a crush.”  Geto looked at Shoko from the corner of his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. Shoko was always so observant. 

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[suguru-getos]

— soft yandere suguru geto pt 1 —

-> building the story in this one. warnings: none! the reader meets suguru for the first time since her best friend was encapsulated by a curse causing nightmares and issues. it’s fluffy <3

suguru had one goal — irradicate the non-sorcerers so there comes to be a world without curses. satoru on the other hand wanted to make people capable enough to fight the curses. the goal was same - a world where curses don’t exist anymore. suguru was hell-bent on achieving that of course. gaining fame as ‘geto sama’ a monk-looking saintly human being who helps people. the backgrounds are for suguru to handle anyways - he needed curses to get powerful & eventually achieve his goals.

his hatred for monkeys was unsubstantiated. no one who was not in control of their cursed energies would be spared by suguru geto. he didn’t even spare his parents. though he knows certain monkeys are slightly more valuable than others. some are his banks, some give him curses to swallow. and some are the ones who have no control of their CE and end up attracting higher curses/creating them.

what he didn’t take into account was you. your best friend was tormented by sickening nightmares of being non-conned almost everyday. aches in the back, cramping and utter pain during her period. you had almost given up — as her roommate, you had searched all psychologists; all doctors. nothing seems to be working. until one day — you found a ‘monkey’ treated by none other than geto sama.

without wasting time, you believed their gratefulness and their willingness to lend you the address. since nothing is working — you will definitely try anything at this point.

the moment your car landed on the geto estate you knew this man was no joke. why else would he be able to afford something like this otherwise? on the other hand — you were suspicious as to his ulterior motives. what if he was a mafia boss or something? who knew. finally, after some wait; you were advised to follow the instructor who led you to suguru geto.

he sat there, a merry & a friendly smile over his face. something that’s practised even as he talks to your friend. “yumiko san.” he grins, “you have symptoms like rape nightmares, don’t you? you feel like you’re being touched in the wrong places & there’s nothing you can do about it?” your best friend teared up, she had never felt so intricately seen and heard the way geto had made her feel. he raised a hand, and the curse that was latched into her, unseen by you. unseen by her.. latched itself into suguru’s hand.

she instantly felt lighter & felt better. while you were extremely considerate of what suguru geto did, you were not pleased. what even was that — you and your best friend bowed and on your way to leave. you turned back, “what did you do?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“ah, i have god’s grace in my hands thankfully. nothing much. prayed on her behalf that her problems go away. little one.” he hums, monkeys are usually dumb enough to be happy-go-lucky with the treatment. you weren’t. suguru hums, “if that’d be all, you may leave. i have other things to cater to.”

your siren eyes met his own, deep down. you could sense suguru hated your best friend. it was just a hunch— the vibes were so off. you hum, “what do you practise then? what form of meditation?” you crossed your arms, eagerly wagering for more answers on his behalf.

suguru chuckled in disbelief, an insignificant, puny monkey was asking ‘him’ questions? “be grateful and leave.” he said dismissively. and your best friend held your wrist, dragging you outside. you were adorable and so curious. pity you were just an ordinary, low-class monkey.

“he’s a scammer, a fraud! i’m fucking sure! let’s go to a doctor.” you scoffed, gritting your teeth. glaring daggers at the man who laid down in front of you on a stage, seemingly uninterested. suguru wanted to play with you too, the same curse that was latched onto your friend, he transferred it into you, going out. now you’d have the same symptoms and suffer. shouldn’t have voiced your shit so hard, tsk…

unfortunately for suguru, you ended up like one of those who can see curses once subjected to cursed energy. you screamed gutterally when you saw the hideous creature attached to you. an amused smirk ran past his lips at the way you tried to shove it away. your friend was in utter confusion — what did she do? got on her knees and apologized on your behalf to ‘geto sama’ who promised to treat you. and forgive you of course. forcing her to leave.

you screeched curses and profanities at suguru, who was more than pleased to see you hit some sort of a standard he has for people he’s allowed to care about. his hand touched your crotch, right where the curse was supposed to be holding, unconcerned with your flustered resistance as he absorbed it.

“there we go, little girl.” he smiled, while you watched the curse turn into a ball. “this is the thing that was latched onto your friend. normal humans can’t see these. some of them can. i can.” you sat next to him and asked him a multitude of questions about this. you don’t remember the last time you had talked to someone this much & suguru doesn’t remember the last time he was so thoughtless. he was observing literally everything. your facial features, the way your brows scrunched when you emphasized over something, how you overcommunicated with your hands at times, rolled your eyes ever so often and shook your legs while you asked questions and waited eagerly for your answers. you blinked and your lashes looked so long and luscious, your hair suited you just well. he wonders how your soft looking skin would look all marked up with hickeys. he wonders how your voice would sound when you would moan or scream out his name. he wonders how his name would sound. how your lips would curve a certain way to pronounce ‘suguru’. oh he’s slowly losing his mind isn’t he?

he asked you to stay the night and join for dinner since it was quite late because of everything he just told you. you of course obliged and met his adopted daughters, miguel and the others who he called family. holy fuck they worshipped him. you knew that because of the way they respected you — treated you as their own because suguru said you are a guest today. his daughters were bratty but they knew their limits; seems like suguru raised them well.

after dinner, you joined him for a walk outside, pouting and flushed because he wasn’t wearing his gojo-gesa anymore. he almost looks so normal with that. “you aren’t an actual monk are you?” you raised a brow, grinning when he shook his head in denial. “no, i’m just here to collect cursed spirits because of my technique for a greater cause.” he hums; replying gently and looking deeply into your inquisitive eyes. you threw another question at him, seemingly obvious. “what greater cause?” you tilt your head like an indulged bird, and he caught that gesture. “want to know everything at once? hmm? little bird.” he smiled, looking relaxed and like a normal human being. “i’ll let you know with time.”

you had a peaceful and a sound sleep, why? because you were unaware how suguru watched you sleep in awe. just thinking of the ways he would watch you smile again, just thinking how he could make you feel special again? he can brain wash you into thinking humans are detestable, no?

the next morning, you were called for breakfast and had a great time, making promises to visit again while suguru bid you a farewell by kissing your knuckles. looking ever so charming. oh you will visit again, otherwise suguru geto would: either way… your red thread of fate was sealed.

suguru geto had a little crush…

or was he in love?

#geto suguru #geto hcs #yandere geto #yandere geto suguru #yandere jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk drabble

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

I am once again waking up as myself.

My hair isn’t long. I’m not Japanese. I don’t eat curses. I don’t moan my bestie’s name. I don’t fight old men. I’m not a scammer. I don’t top Gojo Satoru.

I once again wake up as myself instead of Geto Suguru😞

#jesus wept #geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[dejwrites]

MUSE, CHAPTER 13 (PRESENT)

— warning: profanity, mentions of infidelity, alcohol drinking, mature scenes included, chapters jump from past to present, college au (past), luxury rich adults (present), artist!nanami, muse!reader, angst, slow burn, humor, reader implied to be black, kinda like a hbo sitcom in my head lol

— chapter summary: y/n ends her stay at the cabin with a bang, but it leads her in the hot seat with toji.

— tags: @maydayaisha @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @eiflawriting @thicksimpx @cloudsinthecosmos @woahhajime @sawamurawife @po3ticb3auty @daichisbunny @heyitsiyanas @pulchritxde @classic-les @jazzyangel242 @kunaigirlx44 @hufflefluffwh0re @savantsoulfinder @protectpancakes @littlemochi @salimcity @astennu @keke97 @r-xochitl @cosmiic-7 @lilith412426

— previous chapter. masterlist. taglist. ao3

YOU WERE ALL PACKED UP TO GO BACK TO YOUR LIFE AS THE LUXURY DESIGNER YOU WERE. Your mind just kept darting back and forth between the drama that happened during the trip. After deciding to use the early morning while everyone was sleeping to clear your mind, you sat on the porch of the cabin watching the sun rise while you were sketching some new designs. You wanted to just leave, wake Toji up and go back home without a word. Simply because you still felt frustrated about everything. Perhaps you weren’t angry enough. Trying to grasp to fix something that wouldn’t be fixed while dwelling on the fact that the one person Nanami was set to marry was a scammer. 

You knew you should tell the group considering that secrets are what made a dent in the friendship in the first place, but what exactly would they do? If you were being honest, the only one who would believe you would be Mei. She was the only one who didn’t know after all and from the looks of it being on your side without coddling Lana slash Serena's feelings. 

Why did the name Lana sound so familiar? You’ve heard it before when you were in college.

“Why are you up so early?” You heard Mei’s voice as she stepped outside on the porch. She was currently wearing a suede tracksuit and her white-colored hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She stepped onto the porch taking a seat next to you on the steps. 

“Toji’s snoring kept me up,” You joked. “Franky, I was thinking about leaving without saying goodbye to everyone. But something just has been eating away at my mind.” You said to her as your eyes diverted back to your iPad on your lap.

“And that thing is? Come on you know you can tell me,” Mei judged your side.

You inhaled sharply before exhaling and opening up the documents Mariah sent to you and soon you passed the device to Mei. You watched as Mei’s eyes bulged out her head in horror with each document she let her eyes glance upon. Then she stopped at the picture of Lana’s real I.D. Her eyebrows knitted together in curiosity at the woman in the picture before she glanced up at you, “You’ve met her before.” 

You leaned over to glance at the picture and then at the name. Once again try to familiarize yourself with Lana. Something you’ve been trying to do since you found out all of this. “I kept saying the name sounded familiar. I just can’t pin it together and it’s frustrating.” 

“That time in college when you practically was living in Toji’s fuckin’ skin—“

“You do not have to describe it like that.” 

“Oh shut up, you were completely dickmatized and acting out,” Mei explained. “But you remember when the group practically fell out with each other. From you not talking to us to Geto and Gojo having that argument. It was just a complete cluster fuck. But through thick and thin, we never fell out.” She motioned her hand between the two of you. 

“Okay, keep going.” You said as you were remembering that time in college. The distant memory of remembering your life spiraling. 

“Your mentor Ari Aiko had you mentoring this student for you to shadow her during the summer after we graduated,” Mei explained. “Lana Volkov.” 

It couldn’t be a coincidence. There couldn’t be that many Lana’s with that particular last name. 

“I remember I was supposed to meet her because you expressed concerns about the woman. You thought you were overthinking about how weird she was ‘cause she kept asking personal questions. She kept asking you about—“

“Kento.” You finished the question as you finally were able to remember her. How could you not remember that wicked grin Lana would give you when you met up with her. It was the same fake one that she gave you now when you entered the room. Instead of the brunette color hair, she had now, it was a golden blonde back in college. 

Your fist clutched in anger feeling completely stupid and used. The fact that she practically conned you didn’t sit right with you. You were seeing red and you could even feel your heart thumping in your chest. The fact that Lana stepped out on the porch discreetly thinking everyone was sleeping. Both you and Mei heads looked in her direction, heading her talking in Russian with the thickest accent. However, when she saw you two she abruptly ended the call. 

“Goodmorning.” She said with this nervous grin and both you and Mei only glared at her. She caught onto your glare and would only smirk. “Fine then. I know you’re upset that I took Kento right from you. I snatched your happily ever after away from you in a very devious plan. But it is what it is.” She took a couple of steps forward towards you, her shoes creaking with every step she took on the wooden porch. “You can have him back when I’m done with him.” 

You stood up and that caused Mei to stand up. She didn’t want you to hit Lana because she has dealt with women like that herself. You hit Lana and Mei knew the woman was going to victimize herself in a heartbeat. If she could pull off being someone she’s not for years, of course, she could make herself cry on command and have everyone feel sorry about her. 

“What you’re doing is fucking horrible. Kento and I may not be on good terms right now, but he doesn't deserve this. You don’t deserve him. I’m going to tell him about your fuckin’ con and you can kiss this luxury life you think you deserve away.” You spat at her.

“You’re not understanding. He’s naive, always been when he was in college. One little sympathy cry from me and he’s locked around my finger.” Lana explained. “After all it was you who told me this fact when I dreadfully had to shadow you. I only did it to get more information on him. Even before he didn’t care to get to know me. All because of you.” Her finger jabbed at your shoulder.

Your nostrils flared at her and your eyes diverted to the spot she just touched you in. Mei felt like she was holding her breath. In her mind, she should stop this situation right here and now. However, she thought this conversation should happen before anyone else woke up. 

“Don’t touch me.” You warned Lana. 

Lana looked at you as if you were below her. Her eyes rolled in disgust before speaking once again, “I mean I understand why you’re so strung on him despite still having that lovely guy upstairs in your room. You’ve seen how big Nanami’s dick is. You know how hot he looks when he’s about to cum. His face gets all red. His hands always grasp at any body part just to be closer to you. And sometimes he’ll even mutter something in French. You miss that experience don’t you?” 

You could feel your manicured nails digging into the inside of your palms. You felt like a cartoon character that was turning red in the face after something angered them. If you were in a cartoon, you’re pretty sure a viewer would see steam blowing out your ears. You glanced at Mei who was astonished at the words that left Lana’s mouth. She then had the biggest face of annoyance before stepping down a couple of steps and giving you a nod. You couldn’t help but smile as you lunged your fist backward and then forward connecting right onto Lana’s nose. You didn’t even let Lana react to the punch, you were seeing red as you practically dragged her from her hair off the porch. Both of you tumbled to the ground throwing blow after blow but you were sure you had the upper hand as you finally were on top of her. Your fist burning with each plow towards Lana’s face. 

Your knuckles were screaming for you to stop, but soon you could hear two people run outside the cabin to help break you off from Lana. Geto and Toji had woken up early to finish packing but heard the commotion while moving around the house. 

As Toji and Geto were tugging you off Lana. Your shirt was stained with blood that wasn’t yours, you could hear Geto ask Mei why she didn’t break it up. Mei only shrugged her shoulders before saying, “The bitch had it coming and you can’t tell me otherwise.” 

“Let go of me!” You shrieked as you were kicking and swinging. The firm grip Toji had on you was not easing up just as much as the grip you had on Lana’s brunette hair. You were even sure you had hit Toji by accident due to your actions. 

“Can you calm down first? Please.” Toji pleaded as you could hear his voice.

The grasp on Lana’s hair was loosened as Toji was pulling you off of her. You calmed down watching as Geto was trying to calm down Lana. You already could see the knot near her eye and she always was missing a couple of acrylic tips off her fingers. But that glare she gave you was as deadly as ever while Toji tugged you towards the cabin. Toji was the first to step into the cabin, you were behind him but before going in, you looked at Lana who turned into the best Oscar award-winning actress as she cried about breaking a nail and her bloody nose. “Hey, Lana?” You called out.

You watched as she and Geto looked at you. Geto was beyond confused about why you were calling her Lana. “Nanami doesn’t say anything in French when he’s about to cum. It’s actually German. I know this because we fucked in that penthouse you guys live in.” You smiled at her as you watched her completely break out of her crying ways to curse you out in her native tongue. 

When you and Mei finally stepped into the house. You walked into the kitchen before erupting in a laughing fit. “I didn’t expect you to punch her when I gave you the nod.” Mei laughed as she looked at you.

“Well, why did you nod? I thought you were giving me the green light to punch her.” You chuckled before you let your finger touch your knuckles and you winced at the pain.

Toji was collecting ice in a sandwich bag for you before you prompted yourself on the counter. “You two together are never good. I woke up to pack and you weren’t even in bed.” His fingers pointed to Mei and then to you. He grabbed a hold of your hand and placed the cool compress on it. You winced at the pain but let him continue.

You could hear the door get tugged open and Geto walked in with the bloody cloth, your iPad, but no Lana. “Where is she?” Mei asked.

“She kinda pushed me away from her, said something in Russian, and then walked away.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“And you let her? Just walk away with a bloody nose?” Toji asked as he looked at Geto who thought deeply about the question Toji just asked.

“I mean yeah. I didn’t understand Russian, so I just assumed she said she was fine.” Geto glanced at you. “What the hell happened?” He asked as he placed your iPad on the counter.

“Toji, you’re all packed up?” You asked him, completely ignoring Geto’s question.

Your fight with Lana felt like a huge weight was off your shoulder. You still felt frustrated about your friends not telling you, but you were sure it was a work in progress of repairing the friendship, and being cooped in a cabin that had many memories wasn’t helping. 

“Kinda, you’re ready to go now? You don’t want to say goodbye to everyone?” Toji asked. “You should get Shoko to look at your hand.”

“I’ll send my farewells to the others through text.” You shrugged your shoulders before jumping off the counter. You held the ice on your knuckles as you glanced at Geto’s sad face. ”I don’t want to be in this cabin when that lady returns anyway.” 

You grabbed your iPad and you unlocked it. You went to the document files. You wanted to have the last word when it came to this Lana situation. You were sure when she returned to the cabin, she was going to twist the story to make you the villain because she was good at it. 

So you did what you had to do as you air-dropped the documents you had about Lana to everyone in the house, hoping that when all of you guys return home that Lana wouldn’t be in the picture anymore. Everything would go back to normal. Even if you and Nanami weren’t close like that anymore, at least you had the heart to stop him from possibly getting conned. Though you had a feeling that fighting Lana and exposing her possibly will come back to bite you in your ass, it was worth it. She had it coming, but now she had no empire to come back to when she would return from wherever she went. You glanced at Geto who was looking at the stuff you sent. “I just hope we can go back to the way it was. I know it’s going to be hard for everyone to digest what I sent them, but this should be out now. I’m done with our friendship group having secrets.” You sighed. “But on a lighter note, let’s hit the road Toj!!” 

“You’re fuckin’ insane,” Toji uttered before following you out of the kitchen. 

With each step you took, you could hear all your other friends talking about the documents you sent. Your mind is still running on pure adrenaline from the fight. You walked into your room collecting your things in complete silence realizing that you hit your breaking point and put your hands on Nanami’s fiancé. 

“You know, she’s probably going to make Kento’s life a living hell now,” Toji uttered as he finished up his packing.

“That’s between him and her,” You answered as you went back to collecting your things off the dresser. 

“But, she’s going to tug you into it. What if it ruins your career or something.” Toji said. 

“We have evidence of her being a scammer and a known one at that, it’s best she leaves all of us alone before I kick her ass again and after the ass-whooping drop her off at the police station myself.” You said. 

Toji chuckles at your comment before he’s zipping up his suitcase with his last bit of things. “Are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to them?” Toji asks. 

“No, I told you already.” You found yourself snapping at Toji. Noticing your behavior, you would look at him before speaking. “Sorry, it’s just I can handle Kento lying to me. But my friends, they all knew about it. I’m not saying much to them until I get a proper apology from them.” 

Toji’s lip parted to argue against what you said, but he would only nod. He wanted to ask another question about Nanami, but he figured he would wait until the two of you hit the road to ask. He just had a bad feeling that with exposing Lana (or Serena, at this point he was confused about the lady names) that you would somehow find your way right back to Nanami. Toji accepted his fate that it would never be him, but he was now realizing how much that hurt his pride. He had you in the palm of his hand and once again was about to lose you again. 

The car ride started so silently. The only thing that could be heard was the song that was playing on the radio and your mumbles about needing more fabric when you made it back home. You left without sharing farewells and you felt some weight get lifted off your shoulder. Perhaps it was the pint-up aggression you had towards Nanami’s fiance or just Nanami period. However, you just knew that the artist wasn’t going to slither out your life so easily. 

You knew the news of his fiance wanting to only use him for money would take him by shock. He’ll most likely blame himself for the situation, which was his only fault. After all, you’ve told him for years that he shouldn’t let his parents dictate his life. Yet they arranged him with a con artist. You had respect for his parents, but there had to be some form of red flags that just didn’t bother to check before arranging that marriage. 

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Toji said as he was driving. 

“About?” You asked. Your eyes never leave the device that was in front of you as you were looking at some designs that were in Mariah’s portfolio. 

“Well for one, I have to return to my office in Singapore.” He said. 

“Aww man, already?” You asked. You knew Toji would have to return to his lifestyle of running a sports team. It was eventually going to happen, but you hated the fact that during his break of stepping away from being the boss he was—he was tugged into your chaotic life. But then again, he approached you first. You two indulged in each other to fulfill temporary sexual highs. 

“Yes, I’m thinking about selling the team and attempting to buy a volleyball team in Japan.” Toji admitted, “But I’m not particularly sure yet. My son seems to like Singapore, so I don’t want to tug him away from that.” 

“That’s understandable, I would love to meet Megumi one day.” You gave him a kind smile that you noticed he didn’t return. 

Something was bothering him. You could tell by how his hand was gripping the steering wheel and how tight he clenched his jaw. “If something is borrowing you, just tell me.”

“Are you going to go back to him?” Toji asked. “I think I need to know just in case. Cause if you are, I don’t think I can be around you anymore.” 

You were beyond confused at his words. “I’m not understanding Toji. You’re confusing me, just days ago you didn’t care for the guy or what he thought. Hell, you even got on at the thought of making him jealous.”

Could he have been saying that you two wouldn’t work out ever again to block his actual feelings? Could Toji have fallen for you like in college and Kento was in the way once again?

“But you didn’t answer my question. Say you do clear up the situation with your friends and you talk with Nanami now that his fiance is out of the picture, will you go be with him?” Toji asked again. 

You sat in silence realizing that either yes or no wouldn’t satisfy Toji. If you said yes, he would be a sulking mess the whole ride to your place. Once again becoming the second option just like in college. If you said no, he would think you’re lying. That through the trip, he noticed how you would stare at Kento.  It felt like an argument when you were in college all over again. With you and Toji's arguments, they got so heated that on some days you two spent days without talking to each other. But he took your silence as the answer he didn’t want to accept. He only leaned over to turn the radio up some more and the two of you continue down the road in complete silence. 

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #nanami kento x black reader #jjk x black reader #black reader #꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ — scheduled post.

[expia]

‘wish i could be … part of your world :3

scammer!toji loser!geto

taboos w my faves! simp!ellie

jealous jealous girl.. mean!nerd abby

more .. simp!ellie. mean geto!

plug ellie soft!dabi

#masterlist #meowwww #:3ccc

[authorautumnbanks]

Wish I Could Curse You (1)

Summary: Geto just wanted the perfect base. When he chose the Higurashi shrine, no one warned him that he would find the perfect weapon too. Now if Gojo could stop sniffing around his - Kagome - that would be great. The last thing he needs is for Gojo to convince Kagome that he's the bad guy, not when he has her right where he needs her.

If there is one thing that Suguru Geto hates, it is non-sorcerers. Ugly weak humans with no regards to how their disgusting lack of control over their cursed energy affects everyone around them. The worst part is that these humans breed like fucking roaches and no matter how many of these insects he has killed, more just seem to sprout up. Nearly as numerous as the number of curses they create.

It does not surprise him that this shrine, Higurashi, is filled with non-sorcerers as well, which is a damn shame, since they specialize in warding off evil spirits. The fucking audacity of them when they are the ones that are causing their customers to be plagued with more curses than the ones they came in to get rid of.

Scammers.

Especially the older man with his beady eyes, short beard, and hunched back. The old man should fall over and die. He thinks perhaps he should help the old man along. It would be the nice thing for him to do. His good deed for the month, if you will. Getting rid of scammers who only cause the curse problem to grow even more out of control.

The sun begins to set. He hopes to wrap this up in time for dinner with the family. The twins have been pestering him about trying out a new restaurant.

"What's the play?" Suda asks, stepping to his side with her notebook in hand. She looks around the shrine, surveying like the good attendant she is. Her hair is pulled into a taunt bun. Her purple dress is pristine, not a speck of blood on it.

Good, he thinks, she did not have to dirty herself during her mission. He knows how much it pains her to get such disgusting blood on her. Sometimes a little blood is unavoidable, hence why he makes sure to always keep a bottle of sanitizer on him in cases where a sink is too far away.

"This would make an excellent base to suit our needs. Gets decent traffic daily and they have a house on the property. I need you to work on the backend. Set it up so no one is suspicious of the change of ownership." He slants his eyes at the younger man, a family member, Geto deduces, from the way the younger man helps the older one.

"Did you two need something? The shrine is closed now." The young man approaches with a serene smile on his face. Geto's lips twitch with the urge to frown, but he pushes through and plasters an equally easy going smile on his face. It would not do to let his true feelings show. At least not yet. There is much that needs to be done. Geto tilts his head towards Suda, who nods and turns away to set up the curtain.

"I've been having a bit of a problem here lately," he replies, the same easy smile on his face as a small curse (nothing too powerful) slithers up his shoulders and readies itself for his command to strike, "you see, I came here last week and I was given a charm to help with this shoulder ache, but the ache is worse." Geto rolls his arms, faking a pained look as he steps closer to the young man. "Higurashi-san said to come back if the pain does not go away. Would you be able to assist me?" Geto looks over his shoulder and sighs. For an old man, Higurashi moves fast.

"Oh," the younger man says, his smile falters. Even blind mouses know when they are in the presence of a predator. "I'm afraid we do not have any charms on us at the moment since the shrine is closed. Perhaps you can stop by tomorrow when we are open again? Gramps will want to sit down with you if you have time to discuss a better remedy." The man rambles on, a bead of sweat drips down his brow.

The curse on Geto's shoulder leaps as the curtain is laid and lands on the man's shoulders, wrapping its arms around his neck. The man turns all shades of colors even as he struggles to get the words out.

"Just tell him that Sota told you to stop by for a consultation." Sota wheezes and pulls at his neck collar. "I think I'm coming down with something myself. So, if you would please excuse–" the words die as the curse cuts off his circulation. This time, Geto allows the smile on his face to broaden with glee at the misery of yet another disgusting monkey wilting away as they should.

If only he could rid the world of these non-sorcerers and leave only the strongest alive. Ah! What a wonderful world that would be! Nothing but sorcerers and in the end, there would be no more curses. No more misery. A joyous day that would be. Geto knows he has his work cut out for him. He ponders on how to move as the man - Sota- falls to the ground with an interesting shade of purple tinting his face.

Suda steps back into his line of view. She glances down at the corpse and claps her hands. "Amazing," she praises, "Now we won't have to clean up any of their blood."

"Yes, but this monkey breathed in the same air as me." Geto sighs and stuffs his hands into his sleeves. "Take inventory and note anything important about the property. I have an appointment with Higurashi-san and the woman." Geto hums as he walks towards the house.

Should he play the freaked-out role from seeing Sota collapse in front of him? Hm? perhaps. Or maybe he should just get it over with and be done with the situation. His body trembles with excitement. No, he should savor this. Savor killing this scammer and his enabling caretaker (or is it his daughter?). Hm. It does not truly matter, he supposes, who the woman is, since she is of monkey blood like the old man.

Geto decides to summon a semi-grade one curse, a bit overkill for the assignment, but the death will be glorious indeed. It would not do to have every person on this shrine die from an apparent choking hazard. No, there needs to be some jazz to it. Something to spice it up just because. Even if it makes Suda's job a little harder.

He bangs on the door, frantically, and yells out, "Someone help! This young man has fallen over! Please help!"

It is too bad he is not getting this on camera. Maybe next time. It would be a nice way to relax at the end of the day and review footage of how to rid the world of one non-sorcerer at a time. Even the professional baseball players review footage of their last games to see how they can improve. Geto is no different, he reasons.

The door opens and a woman with a short bob stands in front of him. Her face is alarmed. The curse energy leaks out of her like a faucet. Disgusting, filthy creature, she is. His lips threaten to curl up in a snarl at how the cursed energy continues to pour out of her. Geto is not sure what is worse. Those with no control over their cursed energy or those that have none. Both need to be eliminated.

"Who is hurt?" she questions, stepping outside, trying to glance around him, but Geto is a tall man. Not taller than his old friend, Satoru Gojo, but tall none the less. "Are you okay?"

"Daughter! Step away from that man!" Higurashi-san rushes forward with a sutra in hand. Geto's eyebrows shoot up. Oh? So, the old man has some sense to him yet. Interesting. The semi-grade one curse behind him giggles with glee at the feast before it. Come to think of it, that younger man seemed to be aware of the trouble he was in, though he continued to aid Geto despite the curse wrapping its arms around his neck. Now Higurashi-san is brandishing a sutra at him instead of trying to figure out the situation.

Hmm. The old man is more spiritually aware than he gave him credit for.

Nevertheless, playtime is over too quickly and he should just rid them of this world. No need to go back and forth.

"What are you doing?" the woman scolds as Higurashi-san throws a sutra at him. It lands on his chest, but sits there like the piece of paper it is. Frauds. Geto sighs and crooks his finger. The semi-grade curse with its four arms shoots out and grabs the woman's arms and legs. It stretches her apart, slowly, drawing out the sweet screams of one who does not deserve to live.

A beautiful symphony. He wipes a tear from his eye. Oh, never mind, that was just a speck of blood.

Ugh. He'll have to disinfect their bathroom before he can wash this blood off of him.

Higurashi cries out and throws more sutras his way, but they do nothing but stick to his clothes. What's the point? Geto wonders. Clearly, Higurashi-san is delusional. No wonder he thought his charms actually did something. Why, this old man truly believes that he has some kind of gift. For him, Geto will make an exception. Geto leaps over the mess of blood and limbs and lands in front of Higurashi-san. The older man's lips wobble with anger even as the tears stream down his face and get lost in the wrinkles.

"I understand it is not your fault, Higurashi-san." He smiles placatingly. "You were simply born weak. Useless. But fear not, your death will bring about a new age. You will help fulfill my cause, so take pride in that."

"You demon!"

Geto snarls and bashes Higurashi-san's face in with Playful Cloud. More blood splatters on his clothes and he is utterly repulsed.

"How dare you call me a demon, you vermin," he hisses at the corpse. If Higurashi-san had any sense of self-preservation, he would have dropped to his knees and begged Geto to spare him. To offer himself up for the greater humanity. But he did not, because like all monkeys, he was warped in his way of thinking and created more curses than alleviate those in need. "What a hard task I have been burdened with."

Geto freezes at the spike of energy. Energy he does not recognize. The curtain is still in place, so how did someone get in? Suda knows to ensure that no one gets in and no one gets out. He rolls his eyes and walks back out of the house. Geto nearly loses it as he steps in the pool of blood. Just great. Now his sandals are bloody and he'll have to scrub those too.

This is turning into a long day. Suda greets him near the wellhouse, but he waves her off. Whatever this is, he will handle it. Suda bows and hurries away from the area. How odd that the energy would be coming from the well house. At least this means Suda did not let him down with the curtain, but how did they both miss this energy? It does not feel cursed at all.

A woman with long black hair, even longer legs, and a short green skirt appears from the well house. On her shoulder is a quiver. He blinks at how quickly she readies her bow. So, she is the source of energy, then. But how did she hide out in the well house without him detecting her?

"Who are you!" She aims at him, her voice stern. Geto presses a hand over his heart.

What the fuck?

Is he attracted to a monkey?

He wants to recoil in disgust, but his body moves on its own, bypassing the logical side of him.

"The people," he pauses, "they've been hurt." His voice wavers deliberately as the semi-grade one curse slithers over, now that it is done mutilating the corpses even more. The woman's eyes widen and she shoots the arrow. The hairs on Geto's neck stand up as the energy whips past him, leaving behind a purifying feeling in the atmosphere. His curse turns to dust with one hit. Geto wets his lips and turns to where the dust lies. "What did you do?"

"I purified it." She lowers her bow and walks over to him. "Take me to the people." Her voice leaves no room for argument.

Purified it? How should he play this? She exorcised a semi-grade one with ease. One hit.

"Amazing. Even I would have had a hard time fighting that curse," he says, lying through his teeth. "I suspect it is the reason for the destruction. I came here to speak with Higurashi-san about his charms." He motions for her to follow him.

"Is Gramps hurt?" She speeds up, her eyes darting around. This close, he can smell the scent of honey and lilies. He leans towards her and then pulls himself back. "What are you?"

"Human."

"No. Your energy is dark. Negative. Almost like it is cursed. Have you been cursed?"

He ponders on this. Not a sorcerer then, he reasons. And yet, she did not flinch at the sight of the semi-grade one. She was not afraid. More importantly, she does not seem to be afraid of him.

"I am a sorcerer. I use the cursed energy I have to exorcise the cursed spirits." He steps back as they approach what remains of the woman and Higurashi-san. "I'm afraid I was too late." Geto lets out a big gasp.

"Mom! Gramps!" She rushes forward and then turns to him with distrust in her eyes. "You said they were hurt."

Geto feigns a look of unease. "They were beat up when I saw them. I was able to exorcise the curse that did this." He puts his hands up. "I'm deeply sorry, Miss. It must have happened in the moment I went to investigate the energy coming from the well. I was not aware that it was more than one curse at work here."

"Kagome," she says, clenching her fist around the bow. "I should have never left."

"Kagome-san, if you are not a sorcerer, then what are you?"

She wipes at her tears, but more follow. "A priestess. And just Kagome." Kagome blinks rapidly, not focusing on any one thing. "The wards must have fallen or gramps must have..." she trails off and stands with shaky legs.

A priestess with actual holy powers. His mind is made up.

"Kagome." He sinks to a squat in front of her. His face is earnest and filled with warmth. For once, in front of someone that is not a sorcerer, he does not have to fake it. "Please aid me in ridding this world of these curses, so someone else does not have the same fate as your family." He holds out a hand. She stares at his hand and sniffs back the next wave of tears.

"I don't even know who you are."

"Geto Suguru. But you can call me whatever you want." His smile is light, but inside his mind is warring with itself. If she does not agree to join him, then he might have to kill her before people like Satoru catch wind of her, and what a tragedy that would be.

"Okay, I'll help you." She ignores his hand and gazes back at the remains of her family.

Geto clenches his jaw, more upset at how his heart breaks at her refusal to touch him.

Clearly, the stench of monkey blood on him is clouding his senses.

"Welcome to the family, Kagome."

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Nanami, still a salary man, was stuck in a building full of curses courtesy of Geto's cult.

How did this happen?

A client of theirs got mad at one of his co-workers and paid a ton of money to a cult so he could avenge himself.

The leader of the said cult, Geto Suguru, already has a low opinion of non-sorcerers. He didn't really have any problems causing a little bloodshed in a building in the full of scammers in monkey suits. So, he put several of his curses to work.

So, back to the beginning, Nanami stuck in a building full of curses and terrified co-workers. No help would arrive any time soon because a Curtain was cast over his workplace. His head pounded with so much stress from lack of sleep and food after three days of overtime work.

Nanami was not in the mood for this.

A loud thump in the office made his fellow salary man whimper. A second later, the stench of urine hit his nose.

The large curse roaming around the room screeched at the obvious sign of easy prey.

Fuck this shit.

Nanami whipped out his phone to contact one number he had never bothered to erase but never found any reason to call before. It barely rang before the other side picked up.

"Nanamin!"

"A First-Grade, a Third-Grade, and three Fourth-Grades. I can take care of the lower grades without alerting the civilians here but I'd need your help with the First-Grade."

"Eh-?!"

"I know you know where I work. Come here and I'd make you an Opera cake after as payment. See you."

"HA?!"

His call was rudely interrupted with a swipe from the large Third-Grade curse. It looked like a laughing praying mantis and its claw just sent his phone flying to the wall.

Nanami sighed as his co-workers ran away screaming. If he had not been a sorcerer, he would resent them for leaving him behind so easily. But, he is a sorcerer, therefore was rather thankful instead of the chance to maintain the secrecy of his abilities.

He dodged the next attack and rolled into a crouch a few feet away from the curse. His head throbbed but from a different type of stress altogether.

Nanami grabbed the nearest thing he could use as a makeshift weapon - a dirty mop that clearly had seen better days.

"This is such bullshit."

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[mirrorsblogs]

𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐒. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

summary: working with a criminal you should have expected a not so savory of endings but that did not stop you from falling in love with your partner in crime

warnings: guns, general crime, incarceration.

relationship: geto suguru x reader

Ebay was the site of kings. It’s the website where a pokemon card could fetch the same price as a Mongolian artifact. It was a hit or miss on whether you would get the thing you bought. I was a seller and procurer of vintage clothes on Ebay. I was popular for scamming thrift shop owners who could not tell they had some of the rarest vintage items. 

My first find was a Marilyn Monroe dress that was worth ten thousand dollars. I got the dress from the owner at ten bucks. This lifestyle paid off my student loans and my apartment in sunny San Diego. It also helped to pay for the travel fees to New York. Though as of recently many people believe I am a scammer. Vintage is vintage. But maybe I slip in some fake stuff. A bowler jacket manufactured in 2015 is suddenly looking like it is from the 80s. 

Obviously I couldn’t do this by myself. I had the great and wondrous Geto Suguru. He had connections to help me get some of the best items you could find. We lived in apartments across from each other so both of us maintained an ounce of privacy. He acted as a getaway driver if something went south on any of our “operations.” As of recently I was wanted for stealing in around twenty different stores but who was counting right?! 

All the wanted posters had grainy pictures of me and Geto with sunglasses on. Also did you know in the sunny state of California it is illegal to steal and scam? Because I found out the other day and it was definitely an enlightening thing to find out about while speeding down a highway at ninety miles an hour. Geto pressed hard on the gas but there was a police barricade up ahead of us so he speeded down on the exit right before the barricade. 

In the bright city of San Diego did you also know that on a Friday afternoon the streets were going to be packed? Because I found out while on the run from the police! Isn’t that fun! I screamed as the car almost collided with a telephone pole. Geto scolded me for yelling loudly but really could you blame me! I was just shoplifting and scamming people. Sometimes I don’t think my alleged crimes equate to this extravagant chase.

Eventually two police cars had to collide with our car to get it to stop! Totally didn’t get whiplash from that! They arrested Geto, claiming that he committed acts against the country and war crimes. War crimes! Treason! Apparently they believed I was a hostage to his plans, not an accomplice. So that's fantastic. The trial was private and I was instructed by Geto to move away and simply forget he ever existed, burn his clothes, smash his artwork, and just take some extra cash from under the floorboards and flee the country. 

I didn’t do that. There was something holding me back. More like someone. I tried leaving once, even put all my things in the car and tried leaving. I got an hour from the Mexico border and pulled off to the side of the road. I got out of my car and begged the sky to tell me what to do? If I left I would never be able to return and I would never turn to my previous life. If I stayed I would be labeled as suspicious and be lying in wait for when the cops find out about my true relationship with Geto.

The desert wind felt harsh on my face. It blew sand North. My knees were pressed into the ground causing the sand to pool around them. My head was tilted upwards, my lips chapped, and the sky was bleak. In San Diego the stars were clouded by civilizations but now the sky was filled with little white dots. They formed these intricate stories of love and loss. And here I was kneeling to them. I was at their mercy, the wind blew harsher North. Sand got into my eyes causing me to rush back to the car. The wind was North towards him. Towards that stupid man. It was pointing towards Geto. 

My hands gripped the steering, the whiteness on my knuckles reflected that of the stars I looked at longingly. I drove directly to the prison where he was being held. It was maximum security and visits were only allowed once a month. I made my way inside, the waiting was excruciating. All of the noise I heard was the loud blaring of the box fans scattered across the waiting rooms. 

They were little things trying to remedy the overarching heat. I admired them only for a moment until a guard called my name. They confiscated my phone and belt and walked me towards a chair. It was cushioned but a tear on the top caused the cotton inside to pool out. I sat down and took the phone on the side of the barrier. My right arm rested on the table while my left held the phone up. The table was cool and had general grime on it. 

By the time I sat down Geto was already there. His eyes followed me and he looked at me in sorrow.

“I told you to leave.”

“I know. I tried, I couldn’t”

“Why?”

“Leaving means losing my partner in crime”

“You’ve already lost me”

I stared at him. My mind recalled a past memory of me sitting on his couch sorting through some of the clothes we couldn’t sell. He was making coffee in the dingy kitchen in his apartment. 

“So technically we’re like Bonnie and Clyde,” I said.

“No more like Jekyll and Hide”

“Who’s Jekyll?”

“You,” Geto whispered as if I couldn’t hear him.

“We both know I’m the sane one,” I muttered under my breath. We argued about who was who for hours. That day was filled with lots of laughter and smiles and happiness. 

I envy myself that day. She lived in bliss, in ignorance and now I look at the dejected man in front of me. He has lost the little white light in his eyes. Now there is only a blank night sky. That night as I was driving away to permanently leave the country two stars dimmed. 

I lost my partner in crime.

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