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perilusjax · 5 months

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DCXDP

When Fright Knight first saw the prince, he was just a you cling not even knowing what it means to be dead. The second time he followed his king in taking the child's haunt. The third time he destroyed the L̵̮̲̳͇͔͍͗̍͠͝͝Ã̷̧͉̥̭͇͛̀̚͠͠B̵̡̛͎̘͍̖̎͑̃̏͘͜͠

He carried his child to a land covered in darkness Gotham where he met a lovely knight cloaked in darkness.

#Discussions make for a fun time#

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #ghost king danny #fright knight #FrightknightxBatman #bruce is a good dad #Bruce is a simp #He has a type and it's DANGER<3 #angst warning

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spiritshaydra · 3 months

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I know this will probably turn out angsty but was Em on the Nemesis when Deadlock happened?

Like did she see both her parents (presumably) die?

Did she get captured afterward? Did anyone figure out who her parents were?

I know I’m rambling in the askbox but ‘Em has consumed both my brain and heart and also I love your art :)

Ohohohoho

OHOHOHOHO

Deadlock you say?? :)

Yeah <3 she was

Requiem was orphaned that day. And the Autobots DEFINITELY found her.

I’m not sure if she ever encountered them prior to Deadlock, but it’s pretty evident who she’s related to just by looking at her for a few seconds 😭 predominately silver color scheme? A faceplate framed by blade shaped helm bits? The pronged crest and copious amount of purple biolights??

Yeah gee I have no idea who she’s the spawn of /j

Okay but like,, I have an old rough comic of her searching for Soundwave on the Bridge shortly after Megatron’s death (and then breaking down because she’s pretty much just a terrified little kid) in a notebook somewhere :,)

After that she likely hid away onboard the Bridge somewhere, like behind Soundwave’s computer console as she didn’t know what else to do. Maybe if she stayed put they’d come back?

They didn’t come back.

Or at least, to her knowledge.

You know who did? A VERY confused and startled Autobot who is now holding an equally terrified and hissy sparkling who’s trying their damnedest to claw them.

HELL, it could’ve been the kids that found Requiem which oouuhghh

also this was supposed to be a quick sketch

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Hi! I hope your day is going wonderfully!

I was just wondering if you’d write a recom Miles Quaritch x reader where instead of Neytiri holding spider at the end of the movie she’s holding his mate?

Your writing is amazing btw ❤️

Hey annon! Hope you are doing great my lovely thank you so much for the request

I've had many similar requests like this, so if anyone else has requested a scenario like this I will be writing this one alone.

An Eye for an Eye.

Warnings: Angst, threats of death, violence.

Quaritch held the young Na'vi tightly in his grasp. The pull on her Queue forcing his chin into the air. He rounded the corner forcing himself into the eye line of Jake sully a subtle smirking tugging at the corners of his lips. He used the force of his weight to push Kiri forward a gasp leaving her mouth when her gaze met her fathers.

"Dad!" She called out, her younger sister Tuk clutching to Jakes leg.

"It's okay, just stay calm" Quaritch pulled on Kiri's sesntive Queue.

"Just kill him dad" she spoke bravely no fear in her eyes, she trusted her father. Jake began to lower his weapon, orbs shining with rage. Quaritch removed his hand momentarily from Kiri's head keeping the knife close against her skin, he threw a pair of restraints at his fellow marine.

"Put them on"

"Don't do it dad!" Kiri cried out desperate to keep the remaining members of her family alive.

"Quiet" Quaritch seethed teeth grinding together, everything was falling into place he didn't need a teenager messing it up at the last minuet. Jake began to strap his left wrist anger radiating off him in waves.

"You son of a bitch" He breathed shaking his head, suddenly his eyes turned to look behind Quaritch. Jake's entire body language changes as he focus's on his mate. Neytiri had (Y/N) with a knife to her throat. Her teeth bared and a low growl rumbling in her throat. Her hand wrapped around (Y/N)'s queue in a similar fashion to how Quaritch was holding her daughter.

"Let her go" Neytiri moved into Quaritch's eye line, his face fell. Eye's locking onto (Y/N) his mate, the love of his life. He knew that his hand would be forced, but all his concerns about capturing Jake vanished when Neytiri's blad dug into (Y/N) skin, spots of blood forming on her blue skin. "You take my mate, I take yours" Neytiri hissed. Quaritch's eyes met his mates. he was trying his best to not run and take her far away from all this. He didn't even want her here in this moment. He shook his head.

"this is between me and you now" He sneered. Nodding in Jake's direction. "get out of here, I will let go of squirt here. You let go of (Y/N)" Neytiri hesitated looking rapidly between Jake and Quaritch. Jake bowed slightly raising his hands, Tuk still clinging to his leg. The pair walked into the water that was creeping its way into the ship.

"Miles" Her words were cut off By Neytiri pushing her blade further against her skin. "Let Kiri go, you don't have to do this" He wouldn't look at her, lip raising in disgust at the situation around him. disappear gripped at (Y/N)'s chest, a weight pressing down on her chest and stomach. Making it hard to focus on anything other than the impending threat of death pressing against her throat. "Neytiri please" The plead was a whisper. "You don't have to do this."

"Just kill him mum!" Kiri called out

"He has my child under a knife, I will stop at nothing until my daughter is safe" Her words were venom sinking into (Y/N)'s system causing her limps to stiffen against the Na'vi behind her. She was frozen, stuck in her fear. Neytiri and Quaritch circled each other, eyes locked. "Release my daughter, and I'll let your mate go" Quaritch shook his head.

"Not a chance in hell, let her go" He pulled Kiri closer, eyes narrowing. He didn't trust Neytiri his body language reflected this, tail flicking rapidly, ears flat against his head and canines bared. In retaliation Neytiri pulled the knife away from (Y/N)s throat and raked the blade across her chest.

"Release, or she dies" Quaritch glanced quickly at the streaks of blood dripping down onto (Y/N)s torso. The grimace of pain that scrunched her features was the final straw, he realised Kiri with a shove and threw his knife to the side, arms aching to hold his mate. Neytiri released (Y/N) gripping Kiri's arms walking backwards into the water. Quaritch didn't even watch them as they slowly swam away. He ran to catch (Y/N) in his arms, holding her to his chest. They fell to their knees breathing heavily.

"It's okay sweetheart, I am here" He pressed a chaste kiss to the side of her head. "you're okay"

#miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #na’vi #na'vi quaritch #angst warning #violance

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tea-the-not-understanding · 1 month

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Crime and Punishment ( Skullcap Sapphire Butter Cookie and Elder Faerie cookie. )

some side note here : Shadow milk cookie in this au is name Skullcap sapphire butter cookie.

I spend almost a week on this and my god I'm still proud of it nkjanjkdn I pour so much work into it @kaylikestodrawlittlenightmares @m00r3-cha0s @theblackcubeofdarkness GUYSSS I FINISHED IT-

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liamdni · 7 months

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hihicanyoudoartof4xalsosorryforthismyspacebarisbroken:’)

Um kind of. sry my demons channeled into this one

#my art #my doodles #4x #angst #angst warning #sorry...#four bfb #x bfb #osc art #osc

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tmntismdoodls · 1 year

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Leonardo’s scared. April can tell that easy, by the way he’s been pacing since they got here. He’d be training right now she just knows it, but since Splinter gently banned him for the night, April watches as his arms shake with pent up energy and his legs randomly force him faster at various times.

The poor turtles shivering too, eyes big and wounded as he casts his gaze to the room where Donatello is, then away like he’s burned, and he’s only just working himself up more.

April just wants to wrap the poor turtle up in a big old hug.

So she does.

Leonardo gasps, from surprise that turns quick into sniffles, and he hides his face into her stomach, “s-sor-ry-“

April shushes him, “there, there you silly thing…Master Splinter said he’ll be okay…”

“G-guess I can’t help it,” Leonardo shakily jokes, and he goes for a grin. The end result just makes April hug him closer, the right call, if the immediate sob after is anything to go by.

Kids. They’re teenagers, only fifteen. So easy to forget with how often they take on every problem in the world.

anyways, this fic by @ilovebeingaturtle destroyed me.

#art #my art #fan art #fanfic #others writing #tmnt #tmnt 87 #the maltese hamster #tmnt leonardo #april o'neil #hurt comfort #angst warning #im holding this fic so close to my heart bro #just hits all of those emotional spots so fuckimg well AAAARGH #IF YOUVE SEEM THR MALTESE HAMSTER EPISODE READ THIS #pitdwellers

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chazzielynx · 26 days

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I fear we moved on from "Risking It All With Your Demon" too quickly.

Avior ramble.

This video is my go to every time this world feels like it's gonna swallow me whole.

I listen to Avior starting to explain sovereign lore in such a calm tone. But he isn't calm, he's tired. And he's using the last energy he has left to try and tell the love of his life to not kill themselves.

He tells the story of how many questions he asked Cercinus. A story he most likely has told them before. But they can't remember.

He talks of religion, creation myths, forces of nature and the things he can't explain. He doesn't explain what happened to him to make them feel bad about his situation. He is re-telling all of the trauma he went through to warn them.

And then he still does what he promised. He won't stand in their way. He lets them make their own choice.

And at the beginning his voice sounds like he has surrendered. Then it gets desperate. "And I'm terrified of what it's gonna do once it has you. Is the answer worth having, if you don't survive to tell it?" He wants to scream. His voice sounds like he wants to shout at them, at the trap, at the world, that everything about this is so fucking unfair.

That he has seen it before. And that he knows he will lose them again.

I always break at "please don't ask me that. Because if you ask me how I feel, I'll tell you the truth, and I doubt that's what you wanna hear right now".

He's honest. Throughout this whole video it feels like he is walking the line of being honest but choosing his words so carefully as to not use his honesty to drag them back to him. To inform their choice. Not to make it for them.

He is close to crying throughout the whole talk but he breaks when they choose to hug him. That's when he cries. And that's when he talks about how much he cares and still cares about them. Not about how they cared for him. How he cared for them. And still does.

And then:

"Be safe, Starlight."

Because in his eyes that is the only thing they should focus on. Not seeing him again, not getting their memories back, not finding answers, not escaping the hellscape. Just. Being safe.

How long was he in there without them again? A minute? Five? A few seconds?

He started unraveling in this audio. However long it took for the sovereigns to talk to Starlight, even after those torturous years alone, that was his rock bottom.

#angst warning #ramble #probably depressing #sorry ig 😀👍#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedaudio #redacted asmr avior #redacted audio avior #redacted avior #redacted starlight

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unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog · 3 months

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Really proud of the inks for my WIP, think I'll be posting inks separately if they're good enough to stand on their own

(Edit: finished version here)

#the riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler fanart #riddler #dc riddler #the riddler fanart #dc #dcu #dc fanart #riddler in a straitjacket #arkham asylum #fanart #artists on tumblr #tw restraints #cw restraints #angst warning #fave art

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micro-meltdown · 3 months

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I felt evil today, so I drew some Monteddy angst.

Context is that Monty feels inferior and "less than" ever since he replaced Bonnie.

He doesn't feel like he'll ever be good enough for Freddy, who's so much better than he ever will be.

Freddy sees him as his own person, an equal - Freddy sees the good in Monty; he sees a person worthy of love.

Monty just can't believe that.

(Obviously inspired by "Love like you" from Steven Universe)

#shipwarning #angst warning #monteddy #freddy x monty #monty x freddy #glamrock freddy #monty gator #fnaf sb human au

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superstar027 · 6 months

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STAR-CROSSED

I wish I could shine as bright as the moon. Sure, the sun is beautiful, but staring at it lovingly could burn. I wish I could be like the moon, admired despite its threatening shadow. I believe I am the moon. A moon in a constant state of eclipse. My sister burns like the sun; So shiny and bright I could barely compare. Meanwhile, I am the moon constantly in her shadow. Everything I did she could do better. She could be born with a healthy body, I couldn’t.

The doctors said it was terminal; my parents told me they were lying. The hospital has been my home since I was 5 and there are no signs of that changing any time soon. To be honest, my biggest fear was dying here suffocated and alone. I wanted my life to end on a beach with the loud waves and wind crashing together to create a beautiful harmony only for me and my love to hear. I wanted the moon to shine brighter and stronger than before on that night. That’s how I want it to go. Want. Nothing interesting ever happened in these hollow halls. Maybe in the field or rooftop but I could only go there once in a while so it seemed very unlikely. That’s what I thought.

A sudden loud bang of my door opening startled me from my sleep. There stood a man with hair that shone like stardust, and his eyes were like two big moons looking down on me. “I’m sorry I disturbed you from your sleep but could you please help me find my grandma’s room?!” His voice sounded of urgency. I knew then and there that I would give up everything if it meant he could shine. I hurriedly put on my slippers and my robe and we sped-walked all the way down to his grandma's room. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of an old woman slowly struggling to breathe with her family surrounding her. She looked content. If I couldn’t die the way that I want, I hope it’ll still go like this. I closed the door after he went in hoping to give him some privacy while I sat on the bench near her door thinking about a more realistic way to go. The door suddenly creaked open revealing the same man with tears flowing down his eyes like an endless waterfall. He sat beside me holding his head in his hands in deep sorrow. In the spur of the moment, I embraced him. We sat like that for minutes, maybe even hours, before a nurse called me to return to my room. We locked eyes before I regretfully said goodbye.

The next day, the same star boy came to visit me. He said he wanted to thank me for helping him find his grandma and that he was glad he could see her before she went. “I’m sure she was happy you were there before she went.” I said with a smile I could barely contain. He started visiting me more often after that. He said I was his ‘friend’ but were we ever really? With each frequent visit, we got closer and closer. I wanted him to be mine and mine only. I couldn’t share him, no. Please be mine, even if it’s a short amount of time, even if it’s childish and selfish! I’ve never wanted someone so strongly before! I couldn’t risk losing him!

“Is this your sister in the picture?” He said holding a picture frame kept on my bedside. Why did he have to be so observant? “You probably think she’ pretty huh?” I asked self-degradingly. “Sure. But honestly, I think you’re prettier.” He said still observing the picture. “I’m not saying personality-wise but physically. You’re prettier. You have this beautiful spark and power in your eyes I haven’t seen before; and your smile… You don’t know how much your smile drives me crazy!” He said in such a beautiful admiring tone. This was it. I had to confess. I didn’t have time to spare. “I love you. You don’t have to love me back; I know the burden of it! But please stay beside me, just a little while longer!” I said with my eyes shut so tight. He got closer. Put his forehead onto mine. I opened my eyes and met his. “I love you too, please don’t ever say you’re a burden because that is far from it.” We smiled. Slowly, over time I got better! I could go on more walks. Go to the courtyard on the rooftop. I could even go outside! It’s like being with him gave me the strength to go on!

Until it didn’t. There we were, sat on the beach. It was just like how I had imagined. The wind and the waves were crashing together creating a beautiful harmony for me and him to listen and enjoy. The moon was shining brighter than ever before, it was calling out to me. “I’m sorry I loved you…” I mustered out slowly struggling to breathe despite all the air surrounding us. “I know you must be feeling tortured right now.” My words were met with silence. “Please don’t apologize. Our love is not something we should regret but something we should cherish. I love you, and although I’m sad to see you go; I’m happy you get the chance to be free. Please wait for me up there my love.” He said while I held his hands while my head laid on his shoulders. These were the words I was waiting for. I can go happily now. “Goodbye my star…”

With that, I joined the moon and the stars. Dancing freely, shining happily. I go down to the beaches sometimes to meet with my love. I’m so glad he can look upon me without getting hurt. He knows that I’ll be waiting here patiently for the day our star-crossed souls can reunite once again.

CHARACTERS: ARMIN ARLERT, YUJI ITADORI, Hinata Shouyo,

Izuku Midoriya.

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hyperfixationsporfavor · 1 year

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The Escape

The Escape (Gojo x Reader- Part 5 of The Marriage)

Author’s note: Hey guys. Another chapter of The Marriage for anyone that’s reading. I rewrote the ending to this chapter and while I feel a little more confident with it I’m still a little unsure about this one. Any feedback you guys could provide would be really helpful. I didn’t really want to dedicate an entire chapter to the final showdown (this fic has always been from the pov of the sidelines). So the next chapter will be post battle trying to navigate a new reality. I’d like to do a timeskip for reader and Gojo but I’m not sure if there will be one or two more chapters after this. I’ll see how it flows. Enjoy!)

Warnings: blood, sexism, childbirth, manga spoilers, canon divergence (because daddy’s home), minors dni

Another piercing scream ripped through you. It was agony, dragging you down and holding you in its talons. The pain was excruciating, worse than you could have imagined. No amount of books or classes could have prepared you to give birth, at least not alone. You and Satoru had concrete plans set in place. A duffle bag packed away, the quickest route to the hospital marked. He should have been by your side through this. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and encouraging you to keep going.

Now you were here, in some cramped bedroom, two strangers looming over you.

How long had you been in labor? You’d lost track of the time.

Uraume, checked between your legs for the umpteenth time.

“Still not dilated enough. You know prolonging this won’t work in your favor. Lord Sukuna grows hungrier each day. Any longer and he’ll rip that brat out of you himself.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

They just smirked. “Does it hurt? I hope it does.”

Yes it did hurt. You had no pain medication to ease your suffering, so you were forced to bear it.

Kenjaku opened the bedroom door.

“How are we doing?”

You threw your head back against the pillow in agony.

“She refuses to cooperate,” Uraume griped.

“Now, now Uraume. We mustn't be impatient. We will wait for (Name).”

Satoru clawed against the sharp mountain of bones in a manic fit. He didn’t even flinch when they cut into his skin and spilled his blood. He only raised his wounded palms up and slammed them against his head as he clenched his teeth. The skeletons tore at his clothes and dug their boney fingers further into his flesh. His blindfold had been lost, leaving him overexposed to this illusion.

“Satoru,” one of the skeletons whispered.

He halted and looked up to find it mutated into the beast he had seen before, Sukuna. In his arms, he held you.

Your unconscious body was pummeled and bloodied.

“(Name),” he choked out.

Sukuna looked down at you, limp in his arms, and smirked.

“This offering is one of many,” Sukuna murmured. “And what a beautiful offering it is.”

Satoru lunged towards the display only to be forcefully shoved to the hard ground, dislocating his jaw in the process.

“Let go of her!” he ordered in vain.

Sukuna just chuckled.

“Fear not Satoru Gojo, this is only a preview of what’s to come, either her demise or yours.”

Satoru just screamed, all he could do was scream.

“Kenjaku, she’s losing a significant amount of blood,” Uraume informed.

They had stepped into the hallway momentarily to discuss your current state.

“Bleeding is completely normal.”

Uraume just shook their head. “No, it’s far too much. She’ll die before the baby is even delivered.”

Kenjaku just sighed. “If she dies, she dies. If our buyers say anything I can just pull out another curse to keep them in line.”

Uraume halted and stared at him in disbelief. “But what about Sukuna? I wanted to bring her to him alive.”

He waved his hand. “Sukuna will have his fill with the culling games players. Maybe that lawyer or the failed manga artist would be a nice appetizer.”

Uraume clenched their teeth at his laid back attitude.

“Kenjaku,” they warned. “This wasn’t what I agreed to when I enlisted my services to your cause.”

He just sighed, enraging them even further. “Uraume, let me spell this out for you. If you don’t get back in there and deliver that baby, I’ll release Satoru Gojo and after he kills me, he can tear your precious master limb from limb. Now, do you want to keep wasting time?”

Uraume said nothing and dutifully returned into the bedroom where you groaned.

Everything started to slow down, the movements of your hosts, their bickering voices. Your excruciating pain washed over you in a state of euphoria as the final moments of labor loomed over you, their predatory gaze pressing you down.

In the mix of screams and grunts the cries were soft, sounding a world away, slowly approaching until you were pulled back to reality. Your baby. You and Satoru’s baby. With a final exhaustive push they had entered the world.

“It’s a girl,” Kenjaku cheerily announced as Uraume held the screaming newborn up. For a moment they almost disappeared from your view, leaving you alone with your daughter. She was beautiful. You choked back a sob, completely overwhelmed. She had a little tuft of white hair accompanied by identical lashes, the resemblance to your husband was uncanny. Your joyous relief was abruptly interrupted by Kenjaku’s unwelcomed voice.

“What a beautiful girl she is,” he insincerely cooed.

Uraume swiftly cut the umbilical cord and went into the bathroom to clean the newborn in the sink.

Kenjaku waltzed in front of you and inspected between your propped up legs. “My my (Name), Uraume was right. You're still bleeding.”

You said nothing.

“C’mon, where’s that feisty woman I met two months ago? Doesn’t she have anything to say?”

Again you said nothing.

He just sighed. “Childbirth never does you women any good. The one thing you should excel in, and yet you’re left as nothing but a shadow of your former self.

Kenjaku briskly retrieved a small shopping bag from the corner of the room and pulled the contents out for you to see.

It almost was enough to pull you out of your stupor. It was Satoru’s Hugo Boss coat.

“While you were passed out, I thought it was imperative to make a small trip back to your home.”

He walked up to your bedside and held it over you.

“You see (Name), contrary to what you and the others think of me I’m not entirely cruel.”

Uraume exited the bathroom with your daughter in their arms. Her cries had subsided to tiny whimpers.

Kenjaku continued his self congratulatory dribble.

“I brought this coat to wrap your daughter in, that way she’ll have a keepsake of her father.”

“Who she’ll never know,” you spat.

He sighed and handed the coat to Uraume, who used it to swaddle the baby.

“Say what you will. But time doesn’t pass in the prison realm. So in a way I’m the most humane don’t you think?”

You scoffed with what strength you had left.

“Humane? How is robbing my daughter of her life anything but cruel?”

He smirked. “You jujutsu sorceres are so hypocritical. Tell me, how are my actions any different than those that you take with your students? Remember your precious friend Yu Haibara? Wasn’t he robbed of his life?”

You clenched your jaw.

“How dare you say his name you bastard.”

He ignored your insult and continued.

“If his parents will never see their son grow, then why should you have the privilege with your daughter?”

Before Kenjaku could finish you off he abruptly staggered backwards, the look of glee he sported was quickly replaced with a mortified one.

“No, no, don’t,” he cried.

Then he shook his head and clenched his jaw in irritation. “I’ve already told you to stop interfering. Even in death you refuse to lay dormant.”

His complaints proved meaningless as his right hand shot straight into his chest, failing to severely impair him.

He let out a bitter laugh as he pulled the bloody fist out. “You are by far the most disagreeable host I’ve ever had, Suguru Geto.”

Uraume roughly grabbed Kenjaku’s arm. “Stop this. These games of yours are only stalling our goals.”

He sighed in defeat. “I suppose you're right. I got a little carried away.”

Kenjaku turned to face you.

“I suppose this is the last time we’ll see each other. If you die before Uraume can bring you to Sukuna, I’d love to have you as one of my cursed spirits,” he admitted.

“I’d rather be eaten by that devil,” you weakly grunted.

He gave you a small wave and headed out the door. “You might just get your wish. Goodbye.”

You shifted your gaze to Uraume.

“Let me hold my baby,” you demanded.

They just wrinkled their nose. You’ll only contaminate the potential of her cursed energy. I’ll be preparing her for our departure. When I come back, I hope you’ll be dead. I can always find Lord Sukuna something more refined to eat.”

“Stay here for a while, Uraume,” Kenjaku ordered. “I want to record her time of death.”

They sighed at the request, wanting to return to their masters side instead of play nurse.

“Alright.”

“Satoru,” you scolded. “This is serious.”

You swatted him away as he tried to go in for another kiss.

The two of you sat in bed together, trying to pick a name from ‘100,000+ Baby Names.’

“I am being serious,” he argued as he kissed your shoulder. “I already have the name I want.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I already told you we’re not naming our baby Bert. He’s not a sixty year old man.”

Satoru looked at the page you had stopped on.

“Mari’s a pretty name,” he mused as he pointed to it.

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“And if it’s a boy we’ll name him Bert,” he concluded.

“Well for the baby’s sake I hope it’s a girl, because I like Mari too.”

You smiled despite yourself and kissed his lips.

“It doesn’t matter what their name is. We’ll love them no matter what,” you confirmed.

Mari, your daughter.

‘Satoru, I’m not sure if I can fulfill my promise and survive, but I’ll die trying.’

Your body was throbbing. It took everything in you to sit up. You just needed to get your daughter and take her to Jujutsu High. You were informed by Kenjaku some time ago that Ieiri had remained at the school under orders from the higher ups. If you could get Mari there, she’d be safe.

You trusted Ieiri to find a safe home for your daughter, in the event that you died. Just until Satoru could get to her. And he would get to her, you knew he would. You stood up, already feeling the blood oozing out of you. You ignored that, combined with the searing pain and made your way out of the room.

Uraume in the very dining room.

Their back was turned away from you as you crept up behind them, holding your breath. You only had one chance to disarm them. You were significantly weakened by Kenjaku’s blow, so your cursed technique was less likely to kill Uraume, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t temporarily disarm them. You just prayed you could muster enough strength. Mari laid on the table in front of them, still wrapped in Satoru’s coat.

‘I’m coming sweetheart.’

“Do you think Mommy’s dead yet?” they sadistically cooed.

“Why don’t you ask her,” you hissed.

They turned around to find your hands gripping their throat. Before they could lift their hand to unleash their own technique you released everything you had.

They twitched in your grip and pushed you back, causing you to stagger. Uraume attempted to grab you, but could only stumble and fall to the floor.

“You bitch,” they spat. “What did you do to me?”

You didn’t even bother to reply. You scooped up your daughter and sprinted. Pure adrenaline helped you to push past the pain that coursed through your body, your daughter’s crying, Uraume’s threats. You just kept going. Down the hallways, out the front door, through the courtyard.

“It’s alright sweetheart, Mommy’s here. I’m here,” you whispered.

You miraculously passed the gates, after two months, you had managed to break out. But now was not the time to celebrate, you’d do that once you were at Jujutsu High.

Gojo buried his head in his lap, mulling over the destruction he’s created around him. Multiple skulls lay shattered beneath his feet. Shards so sharp he contemplated picking up a piece and stabbing into his heart, his eyes, anything to stop this torment. He felt as if he’d been imprisoned for over a hundred years. What if he was released to meet some wasteland with only the ashes of his loved ones remaining?

He picked up a broken jaw bone with a jagged end, brushing his calloused thumb against it.

“This is pathetic,” a familiar voice scolded.

Satoru slowly looked up, his eyes widened when he came face to face with his former friend. His only friend.

“Suguru,” he mumbled in disbelief.

He looked like he did years ago, when the two of them fought alongside one another at Jujutsu High. The same uniform, the same hairstyle, the same knowing smirk.

“Okay, now I know I’ve lost it,” Satoru mumbled, dropping the jaw bone and letting it fall to the ground.

Suguru just stared down at him. “What do you think you're doing? Look at yourself.”

Satoru leaned over the edge of the small island of bones. His face was cut up and bloodied, with deranged eyes and a tattered coat.

“This is how the strongest looks in confinement? This is pitiful.”

Satoru stood up with a scoff.

“Big talk from the asshole who lost to a guy who couldn’t even use Jujutsu.”

Suguru should have been offended, but he just laughed.

“And you took in his son, way to honor my memory.”

Satoru wanted to stay mad, but he couldn’t muster anything up. He felt himself quickly settling into their banter with ease.

“What are you doing here? Are you real?”

“Not physically. But that’s not important right now. There’s not much time.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s (Name).”

Satoru went rigid. Images of Sukuna tearing into you came rushing back to him.

“She’s delivered the baby and is on the run in Kyoto. But Sukuna is about to reclaim his true form. And he’s using the Fushiguro kid as a current host.”

Satoru’s thoughts raced a million miles a minute.

You were alive but in danger, he was a father, and Megumi was being exploited by that damn coward.

“How do you know all this? Do you see what he sees?”

Suguru nodded. “And I can fight to take control. But only for short periods of time.”

Satoru briefly remembered him grabbing at his neck. Or Kenjaku’s neck.

“I need to get out of here,” he mumbled. “But I’m stuck.”

“Ieiri and the others are about to unseal you.”

He let out a boisterous laugh.

“I knew they could do it.”

“You can’t leave here looking like that,” Suguru scolded.

“Okay Mom.” he snorted.

But Suguru didn’t return his jovial tone. “How would it look if the strongest emerged from captivity broken down? Clean your face. Stand tall.”

So Satoru did just that, he leaned down over the small body of water and washed the blood from his body, the injuries miraculously vanished.

He nearly jumped when he felt someone press some fabric against his cheek.

It was the ghost of Riko Amanai who dried his skin, using her headband to do so. Unlike Suguru she was silent, but her actions were defiant. She disappeared as quickly as she arrived.

Once he was clean he stood up.

At the top of the void a small section of light began to poke through. Miniscule at first, then gradually expanding out to bathe the darkness with light. The skeletons screeched in agony as they evaporated into nothingness.

All that remained was Satoru and Suguru.

“Are you strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”

He grinned and punched his shoulder. “I’m the only Satoru Gojo.”

The light consumed them, then there was nothing.

Kenjaku stood in the dilapidated structure with a bewildered grin on his face. After two months Satoru Gojo stood alive and well.

“It’s been a long time since you were able to relax. How was it?”

“Hey,” Satoru greeted, his coat slipping from his broad shoulders. “You should choose your words more carefully. After all, they will be your last.”

Before he could obliterate Kenjaku, Uraume emerged from the shadows.

“It’s done. Sukuna lives,” they cried in joy.

Kenjaku smirked. “Looks like you're too late Satoru Gojo.”

The white haired sorcerer punched the ground where Kenjaku stood. He quickly dodged it before meeting his end.

“Where are they?” he snarled.

Kenjaku smirked. “If you're referring to your adopted children. Their bodies were discarded somewhere and taken by the former vessel. Still alive, but barely. But as for your wife and daughter, I believe their deaths are looming over them, and the cause is a hungry curse.

In the blink of an eye Satoru was in front of Uraume. They barely had time to react, when he slammed his fist against their stomach. Blood spilled out of their mouth as they went flying back into a wall. Satoru pulled Uraume up from the rubble before they could catch their breath.

“I hope you enjoyed seeing him again because I’m going to ensure his stay is short.”

With that, he warped and vanished.

You didn’t stop running until you hit an abandoned residential area. Equipped with condos and recreational areas.

‘They must have been evacuated.’

You had hoped you’d at least be able to catch a train or cab to take you back to Tokyo, but it seemed your luck had run out. You didn’t give a damn though, you’d walk if you had to.

You blinked back the black dots that flooded your vision, fighting tooth and nail to keep moving.

You’d just have to keep going until you found an unaffected area. From there you’d find some method of transportation. You couldn’t stay here, in your current state you were like catnip to any lingering curses.

Your breath hitched when you saw a figure in the distance. A familiar pair of blue eyes, unruly white hair.

“Satoru,” you whispered.

He quickly closed the distance and engulfed you in his arms.

“(Name),” he murmured. “(Name), I’m here.”

You sobbed in relief. “You’re alive. I knew you’d find us.”

He pulled away from you and took in the face of his baby, wriggling in her mother’s grip, protected in his coat.

“Meet your daughter, Mari,” you croaked.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, quickly noting the blood pooling beneath your feet. “You’re hurt,” he muttered.

“Satoru we need to get Mari away-”

A loud crash through a nearby building caused the ground to shake. From the smoke a figure emerged.

One with four arms and two faces. They wore a wicked sneer.

“Well isn’t this a beautiful sight?” Sukuna cackled.

Mari started to cry.

Satoru held you a little tighter.

Sukuna descended to the ground and stood before you, massive and intimidating, like standing before an escaped hell spawn.

He rubbed his spear, eager to pierce it through the lot of you.

“I was only promised your precious whore as my first meal, but I could care less about Kenjaku’s plans. All three of your heads will mount the walls of my throne room when I’m done with you.

You could hardly breathe. The cursed energy radiating off of him was so overpowering it weighed you down. It was as if lead had been placed on your shoulders.

“No,” Satoru firmly responded. “We’ll fight on my terms.”

You gasped when you felt yourself briefly float, stumbling to your feet again at the steps of Jujutsu High.

Satoru scooped you up and rushed towards the main entrance.

“Is anyone here?” he called out.

Ieiri came rushing down the hall, staring in disbelief at the three of you.

“You’re here,” she marveled.

“Only because of you and the others. But listen, I can’t talk right now. (Name) is bleeding out.”

Ieiri’s gaze flickered to your current state and she nodded. “Follow me.”

Your husband gingerly set you down on the examination table in the lab.

An unfamiliar face stood in the corner of the room. It was a man with a black streak across the bridge of his nose. When he noticed him, Satoru raised his fist to attack, only to be stopped by Ieiri.

“It’s a long story but he’s with us now okay?”

He just glared at him. “I’m not leaving my family with him.”

“Satoru,” she scolded. “His and my technique are the only effective method to save (Name).”

“Satoru,” you croaked. “I trust him if Ieiri trusts him.”

He finally relented and turned his attention back to Ieiri.

“Where is everyone?” he urgently asked.

“Downtown, evacuating civilians. Yuji came back to drop off Megumi and Tsumiki.”

She answered his question before he could ask it. “They’re both fine. Megumi managed to expel Sukuna from his body before he could hurt his sister.”

He sighed in relief.

“Then I need to get downtown.”

Sukuna would probably be drawn there.

He bent down and pressed his lips against yours.

“Be safe,” you whispered.

He gently cupped your face. “I’ll always come back to you.”

You knew he would.

You savored the last moment of his fingertips against your skin as he pulled away.

He’d always come back to you.

You shut your eyes as darkness overtook you.

Satoru stopped to find Megumi at the end of the hall.

“Take me with you,” Megumi demanded.

“I’ve been gone for months and that’s your response?” Satoru jested. “No welcome home or how have you been?”

Megumi just glared at him. “Stop screwing around.”

“You’re in no condition to fight,” Satoru argued. “You need to stay here with your family.”

“I’m not going to stay here and do nothing. Right now I need to be with the others. Let me help you.”

“I killed your father,” Satoru blurted out. “I’m not a person you should help out.”

Megumi was silent, rage coursing through him. “Are you telling me this to try to stop me from going? My father? Am I supposed to resent you and fall apart.”

“I just want you to know. I just want you to know the type of person I am before you decide to help me.”

“Toji Fushiguro is nothing but a memory for me, and I have no intentions of living in the past. If you won’t take me I’ll walk.”

Megumi passed him and halted when he felt a hand grip his shoulder.

“Okay, let’s go,” Satoru mumbled.

You woke up in a soft bed in one of the spare rooms. Mari slept in a small cot beside you. You sat up and pulled off the covers. The bleeding had stopped and the pain had vanished.

The mysterious man from earlier looked up from his spot in the corner. “Oh, you’re awake. Dr. Shoko should be back in a minute.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and scooping up your daughter.

“Thank you…”

“Choso,” he informed you. “Technically speaking, Choso Kamo.”

Your mind flashed back to your dream of the woman in the shed.

“I see, I’m (Name) Gojo. And this is my daughter Mari.”

Your daughter cooed in your arms.

“So, you’re half curse?” you asked.

“Yes, but I was told to live as a human. I’m still trying to decipher what that means to me.”

Choso’s eyes wandered to Mari, and he tilted his head in curiosity.

“Would you like to hold her?” you asked.

He hesitated, but nodded. You got out of the bed and sat beside him on the ground. You handed him the baby. He fumbled a bit, but managed to get into a comfortable position. A small smile formed on his lips.

“I think you’ll be a fine human,” you assured him after a moment of silence.

He was grateful for your words and you were fortunate enough to grant them.

A pair of footsteps rushed to the door and pushed it open. You gasped in relief when you saw her.

“Tsumiki!” you cried.

There she was, Tsumiki Fushiguro, alive and well.

The young girl’s eyes filled with tears. She wasted no time rushing towards you and smothering you with a hug.

“(Name)!” she sobbed. “It was horrible.”

You cradled her in your arms. “I know. I know sweetheart.”

Ieiri came into the room with an unreadable expression, clutching her phone.

They won.”

Your breath hitched and you tightened your grip around Tsumiki.

“The curses have vanished.”

The End.

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Imma need a part two of caught please lol. Like reader is a bad b either with a new man or single but had a glow up and doing good while miles is a wreck and has to suffer the pain of messing up

A lot of people wanted this! And honestly It's a great idea.

Caught: Part Two.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited feelings. mentions of cheating.

The balls of (Y/N)'s feet hit the cold floor or her room, she had swung her legs over the bed. She knew this day would come, but she didn't think it wouldn't happen so soon. She had been reassigned to security, she had spent the last four months reinforcing security for the new structures being built throughout Pandora. Yet she was needed, apparently the blue team had began to falter. their efficiency had depleted. And she had been brought in to fix the problem. She racked her hands over her face a sigh leaving her lips. She really didn't want to see him, she hadn't gotten back into the dating scene the opportunity for causal dating isn't as abundant on Pandora as it is on Earth. She didn't want to show up see them together and be single. She couldn't think about her personal life with this task, she could make it a quick job. Figure out what's going wrong write up a report listing a solution and then she could leave. She stood up stretching, muscles aching from her late night gym session. Her shoulder length bob brushing against her skin. Instead of focusing on getting back into dating she had focused on herself, working through the emotional trauma of what her ex had done.

She needed to work on herself, build herself back up again. She wasn't about to jump into a rebound and get hurt all over again. She needed this, she needed to build herself up. So she could come back faster and stronger than ever, a glow up. She brushed through her hair, she was in off the record today she didn't need to be strict with her appearance, despite this she dressed herself in long camo trousers and a black tank top. She exited her room, having arrived in the early hours of the morning, no one knew she was here. And she would prefer it stayed that way until absolutely necessary. But that moment was arriving in twenty minuets. She left her room a pit of anxiety forming on her stomach, she wanted to never see him again. She wanted to leave and never have to look back knowing he would be two steps behind her. He had tried to reach out the first few weeks she was gone, and she never replied. In fact she had him banned from accesing her private channel. She knew he would try and talk to her while she was here, she knew he would try to win her back even if he was dating. Her.

She froze, Z-dog was the first in the briefing room. Her face growing pale at the sight of the human in front of her.

"Morning" (Y/N) Spoke trying to be neutral. It would be harder than she thought, but she was too petty to not be the bigger person. Walking over to the hologram projection table she picked up a tablet flicking through the blue teams reviews over the last few weeks. After a few moments she realised the decrease in activity and efficiency had started two weeks after she had left. 'no fucking way' she thought. She heard voices in the corridor increasing by the second she kept her back turned beginning to throw the stats and reports onto the screen. Her job was the present how shit they had been over the last few weeks kick them back into shape and leave. She had the most experience with the recoms and had served with them all as humans. She knew each and every one of them personally, and thus she was chosen for this job. No one bedsides Z-dog had noticed her, the other men just laughing while Miles stood in the corner not paying attention at all. "Right" She spoke turning around, meeting his gaze. Shock and pain filled is expression. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen her when he walked in. "I have been brought back here for one reason. You lot are not doing your job. So in the next day I will tail you. I will see exactly why you aren't performing to standard, I'll write up a report and I'll be out of your hair. Until then, I will be up each and every one of your asses, understood?" There was an unenthusiastic mumble of agreement "See you all on the flight deck in fifteen, get too it" Quaritch just stood there, mouth a jaw. In awe. She was more beautiful that he imagined, her new hair cut suiting her perfectly. Her appearance took his breath away and he didn't know how to respond. She turned her back to him, not giving him any kind of reaction. However a slight smirk was plastered on her lips, seeing how shocked and sad he was to see her made her happy in some way. And seeing that they were obviously not together, even happier. She knew she didn't want him back, but knowing that she had moved on and he hadn't felt like penance in a way. Maybe she wouldn't hate being back Afterall.

#angst warning #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar quaritch #avatar

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