#ch: ryoumen sukuna

[nakamurakleo]

your thoughts?

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #spoiler #spoiler ch. 212

[ssaraexposs]

The more I read about Sukuna being elated with fighting Maki, the more I believe he would've had the fight of his life with Toji

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[biblixsmia]

so you’re saying that when Gojo hugged Megumi during their fight, that was really their goodbye hug?

oh i’m sick

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[zooofgod]

Sukuna during ch 248:

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[yukisdomain]

JJK chapter 213 spoilers

Our poor baby got punched through several buildings. Some even suspect this is the end of him given he can't heal himself without Sukuna anymore.

Only... Yuuji isn't a regular human, is he? He's way more resilient than any other, except Maki (and Toji). Is it too much to hope he will survive this? Objectively speaking, there is no way, but Gege never gave us any indication of how much Yuuji can actually take.

People seem to forget this: Sukuna didn't enhance Yuuji's physical strength and durability. Quite the opposite actually - because of it Sukuna couldn't so easily take control over him. Only thing Yuuji got from that unwanted guest was his cursed energy. Gege didn't add that scene of Yuuji running past Megumi at unbelievable speed or beating his P.E. teacher at that metal ball throwing (what's the offical term? English isn't my native language) for nothing.

Yuuji might just be another person with heavenly restriction and with Sukuna gone, just like Maki, he might reach his full potential. What if Gege showed Maki struggling to reach it even after Mai's death to explain why Yuuji wasn't fully realized at the beginning of the series? Like for everything in life, you need to work for it in one way or another.

Which poses another question: why did Yuuji keep his abilities after ingesting Sukuna's finger as opposed to Maki while Mai was still alive?

I guess if he didn't he wouldn't be much of a vessel? Plus, it's quite possible that Sukuna only halted realization of Yuuji's true potential (he was seen as a whole being from the beginning) while Maki was completely prevented from it due to existence of her sister and that twin rule, if that makes sense.

Or maybe I'm just coping with the pain in this way because I can't deal with Yuuji's death too

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[lets-curse-each-other]

Megumi: what are you fucking doing? We're going back to the school!

Yuuji: *screaming* i can't! I've killed people! So many people!

Megumi: it's our fault! Stop blaming yoursef!

Yuuji: not only that! Sukuna's plotting something involving you!

Sukuna:

#ch. 143 in general #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk manga #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #sukuna ryoumen #sukuna

[vahshu]

♔ ° ✧ R y o u m e n  S u k u n a ✧ ° ♔

“Ryoumen Sukuna, with four arms and two faces, is a demon of legend. The truth is he was a human who actually existed, but that was over a thousand years ago. In the Golden Age of Jujutsu, Jujutsu Sorcerers had sharped their skills against him, but were ultimately defeated. ”

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[littleholmes]

now that’s a king of curses who doesn’t go by Sukuna…

That’s Ryoumen

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[ambie1049286]

his megumi senses are tingling 

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[kingdaddydaichi]

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[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

The 4th Student

the 4th student by vama ch

Izuku, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, has been away on a infiltration mission for the year. He returns just in time for the school event, surprising others of the arrival of the mysterious 4th first-year.

Words: 5080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of ‘the 4th student’

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji, Zenin Maki, Hanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Relationships: Itadori Yuuji & Midoriya Izuku, Fushiguro Megumi & Midoriya Izuku, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Gojo Satoru & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Jujutsu Sorcerer, Secrets, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Knife, Dead Midoriya Inko

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36714736

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[birbleafs]

[fic] in liminal spaces, with (un)wavering hearts

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen Rating: E Category: Gen, Canon Characters/Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi/Ryoumen Sukuna, Mahito, brief mentions of other characters Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Mild Gore, Choking, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent/Non-Consensual Sex (In A Dream), Ambiguously Implied Monsterfucking??, Sukuna is His Own Warning, Nightmares, Trauma, Survivor Guilt, Character Study, Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort With A Bit of Fluff, Angst With A Bittersweet/Hopeful Ending you hurt the characters you love the most lol Summary:  Post-Shibuya. Yuuji struggles to work through his nightmares, to piece himself back together again through the trauma and guilt, through the weight of his wretched existence. Still, Megumi refuses to let go, refuses to give up; “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Shibuya is our fault.” A/N: Takes place sometime after Ch.146. The timeline for the first half of the fic might seem ambiguous/weird at first... for reasons that will hopefully make sense later. Many thanks also to Digi for helping me check for writing inconsistencies and for necessary cw tags ♥ Fic can also be read on AO3. _______ Yuuji is hunting, his gaze searching and slow-burning, golden embers piercing through the endless white blizzard like a blade of light. He is hunting, stalking and searching, for what—for whom?—he’s not... quite certain yet, but that simmering, seething rage emerges from somewhere deep within, somewhere visceral, boiling and bubbling over like the scalding heat gushing out of an awakening geyser, a volcanic cloud spiralling up overhead as adrenaline courses through him, stirs up the sediments in his blood, and compels him forward still. Searching, always searching for— A movement flashes ahead, catches his eye; slate-grey fur, a glint of gunmetal-blue amidst the lashing snow and ice. There. Yuuji pauses, fangs bared and head angled towards the sound, his hunter’s instinct a roiling fury within him, a sharpened blade held poised and ready. Ready for the kill. The were-rabbit with its broken patchwork muzzle leaps several jumps ahead of him, trailing scarlet and inky tendrils of cursed energy in its wake, dark red arcs and slashes staining the frost as it crawls, scrabbles desperately through the howling storm on frost-bitten paws, on gangly, mangled legs... Mahito. Yuuji feels the growl rumbling deep in his throat rather than hears it, his rancour and bloodlust flaring just from the sight of his prey. He narrows his eyes as he gauges the distance between them and lunges forward in two easy strides, easily knocking the were-rabbit over with a strike of his arm, trapping it against the cold, hard ground.

The were-rabbit thrashes in his hold, kicking out wildly with its back legs while its front paws twist about like grey putty, deforming and then remoulding its shape to resemble long, sickle-like claws. Mahito swipes his claws once, twice, raking them across Yuuji’s face and the corner of his mouth, the fear in the curse's eyes momentarily replaced by a victorious glint. But Yuuji dodges aside from Mahito’s next swipe and grabs the were-rabbit’s front paws, wrenching them back violently against the ground. Mahito howls in pain when his wrists break with a grisly snap, choking when Yuuji’s other hand clamps vice-like around his pale throat. “I’m going to kill you,” Yuuji snarls in a voice unlike his own, brimming with raw, unfiltered fury. “Even if you die and return again as another being in another life. I will kill and destroy you, over and over, as many times as I have to, as I need to. For all the lives you had toyed with. For Junpei, for Nanamin, for Kugisaki... I will—!” Mahito only pulls his bruised lips back into a wide leer, however, ivory teeth rimmed with blood as he says, “Of course you will. After all, we are one and the same, Itadori Yuuji.” There’s a low, gravelly chuckle sounding at the back of Yuuji’s mind that cleaves through his wrath, followed by another sinister voice— To think you took this long to finally accept the killing intent that has always been a part of you. Yuuji continues to twist his fingers around Mahito’s neck with slow precision, ignoring both Mahito’s strangled laughter and the taunt of Sukuna’s disembodied voice inside him, digging his fingers deeper into the slate-grey fur. Mahito squirms and jerks about, shifting his shape from that of a grotesque were-rabbit into something almost humanoid again, the gunmetal-blue of his eyes flickering, dilating until all Yuuji can see are pools of verdant green, a piercing gaze glaring up at him through long, dark lashes, the shape and colour all too familiar and reminiscent of another set of eyes— Yes... That burning defiance. Truly an alluring sight to behold, Fushiguro Megumi... Yuuji blinks then, struck with unease by the malevolent edge and hunger now present in Sukuna’s hum of approval, in the deep timbre of his voice; by the abrupt muted silence that had descended all around him, save for a dull, barely perceptible but persistent ringing in his ears. He frowns, shaking his head to clear his mind, not quite processing the sounds and sights around him, of the movement below him. “Itadori won’t allow for this, he’ll stop you somehow...!” Fushiguro? He should have noticed that something’s amiss at the sound of Megumi’s voice, at Mahito’s sudden disappearance from his hold, grains of sand slipping through his fingers when he sees neither the curse nor the snow-covered landscape they had been trudging through earlier. Instead, the skeletal remnants of a broken city are now strewn around him, debris and concrete lying haphazardly in the dust, an eerie sepia-tinted haze lingering in the twilight skies above him. What—Where am I...? But Yuuji’s anger is still a volcanic fire raging through his system, the seething fury now tempered with the same insatiable hunger he’d earlier heard—felt—in Sukuna’s voice, a dark veil slowly descending over his five senses, merging with his thoughts, his emotions. He glances down, sees that his grip is tightened around Megumi’s bruised and broken wrists as he restrains them above Megumi’s head and against the hard ground, while his other marked hand is splayed over Megumi’s bare chest with enough force to drive the air from his lungs, leaving Megumi coughing and heaving in pain beneath him. No, Yuuji thinks distantly, his confusion filtering through the searing rage clouding his mind, his heart. This is... This is all Mahito’s trickery. It has to be. Mahito’s using his own thoughts, his own conflicted feelings against him, to blind him, to evade— It shouldn’t be happening, I shouldn’t be—! Doubt latches onto him, however, and he watches, almost dreamlike, as Megumi struggles to break free of his iron grip. There’s a harsh rippling beneath his skin, and Yuuji shudders, flesh and muscles quivering, reshaping themselves into something more sinister. He feels his face distorting like melted wax, the slits above his cheek bones manifesting into an additional pair of blood-red eyes, his jaw now unhinged with sharpened canines. At the same time, his body is shifting, morphing as it grows larger to accommodate two extra limbs sprouting from his torso. Foolish brat, is this not what you have yearned for? Sukuna’s derisive laughter thunders through his mind and in his ears, thick with condescension. To claim Fushiguro Megumi and take him as your own? Your dreams are sickeningly full of this desire alone and you know it. No! Not like this... I won’t let you hurt him! Yuuji shakes himself frantically, trying to dispel the veil, the heavy sluggishness settling over his limbs. How pathetic. I had no qualms with sharing before, since he displays such natural affinity with you. But perhaps now I will just ravish every inch of him, devour him however I please while you watch.    Sukuna lets out another mocking laugh, and Yuuji can only watch in with a growing panic and abject terror as his body moves against his will even as he fights the compulsion with every fibre of his being; as he slowly, but surely loses control to the lures of Sukuna’s carnality, and is left a drifting spectre in the deepest recesses of Sukuna’s mind and innate domain, to the unfolding brutality before him. No—Yuuji watches in horror as he easily rips through the rest of Megumi’s uniform and pins Megumi’s hips down with his third and fourth hands, long black fingernails grazing into soft flesh and drawing blood, pressing reddish purple bruises and welts into Megumi’s skin. Even though his body now only moved according to Sukuna’s wishes, Yuuji could still sense and feel every sensation, every action he inflicted upon the shaman caged and trapped below him. With a shove of his knees, Yuuji spreads Megumi’s lean thighs apart, blood roaring in his ears as the intensity of Sukuna’s perverse hunger within him grows and grows and grows— You can’t do this, I won’t let you...! “Let go of me! Itadori, he’ll—” Megumi snarls valiantly, only to choke when Yuuji’s large hand moves from his chest to encircle around his throat with a crushing pressure, the banded markings on all four hands and arms visible now, glistening muscles rippling under the bold, dark stripes. “No, Fushiguro Megumi,” Yuuji says in a deep, gravelly voice that isn’t his own, one that only promises violent suffering and bloody nights. “There is only one name that should concern you now, and it is mine and mine alone. The brat is worthless.” “Screw you. Itadori is more than you’ll—” Megumi counters hoarsely before he wheezes again when Yuuji’s—Sukuna’s iron grip tightens around his neck. Strong fingers clamp over his mouth and press against his cheeks, forcing his jaw open. He recoils when Sukuna’s palm splits wide open into a leering maw; retches in pain when a thick, clammy tongue slithers down his throat, suffocating him. His lips and teeth are flecked with blood, green eyes over-bright with panic as he struggles to breathe, before Sukuna finally pulls his palm away, allowing Megumi to cough and draw desperate gulps of air into his burning lungs. “Such petty taunts,” Sukuna’s amusement rumbles deep from Yuuji’s chest, his four demon eyes savouring both the resistance and anger in Megumi’s crystalline glare, like a bloodthirsty cat contemplating how best to exploit his favourite catnip toy. “Still, that burning defiance and your boldness delights me so, Fushiguro Megumi—I will relish all of this, all of you.” Sukuna spreads Megumi’s legs further apart and lifts his hips up, nails digging deeper as he leans forward, poised and ready like a hunter. A hunter, a tiger with claws unsheathed and fangs bared, ready to eviscerate and devour his prey. No... Dammit, Sukuna, don’t you dare! Everything in Yuuji howls at him to pull away, to release his hold, and for a few heart-wrenching seconds, Sukuna’s grip falters, restrained and subdued by Yuuji’s sheer willpower alone. But a malicious grin that isn’t Yuuji’s own splits across his distorted, tattooed face then, and Yuuji hears, feels, the venom in Sukuna’s cold voice reverberating through his entire core as the King of Curses whispers into his mind—Watch and learn, insolent brat—right before he plunges into Megumi in one jarring movement, burying himself all the way to the hilt. Megumi screams then, wrecked by a blinding pain, body twisting, convulsing from the force of the sudden intrusion and violation.  Stop this! Yuuji yells over Megumi’s anguished cries as Sukuna fucks him viciously, relentlessly. Sukuna’s laughter rings in Yuuji’s ears, taunting him, and he detests himself for that spike of intense arousal and hunger flaring from deep within the pit of his stomach when he feels Megumi’s body seize up and grow taut below him, clenching hard around him with every rough thrust. Yuuji inhales deeply, struggling to focus, to regain control. But he’s torn by the mixed sensations of horror, bloodlust, and desire rushing and crackling through him like molten lava, like lightning, and god, Megumi is so tight and hot and slick around him, it’s too much, too good, too easy to succumb and be engulfed by this unending pleasure, and—No! No, this is wrong, all wrong! This is Sukuna’s own abhorrent pleasure, not his, never his! Still, Yuuji’s body is moving on its own volition, the all-consuming hunger burning now within his gut and his groin, in the tingling ache of his elongated canines. He feels Sukuna quicken his pace, feels Megumi’s spine arching, quivering involuntarily against each forceful thrust and drag of Yuuji’s thick, engorged length inside him. “I-Itadori—” Below him, Megumi exhales raggedly, eyes clouding in agony as he endures and fights against the tug and pull of the sensations burning through him, endures the building friction and pressure against the sensitive firm spot within him that’s jolting and fraying his nerves, fracturing his resistance piece by piece, while Sukuna continues to ravage him with each violent but precise snap of Yuuji’s hips, erratic and fast at one point, and then achingly slow and measured at another, trapping him precariously on the edge between pain and pleasure. “You know what I want, Fushiguro Megumi,” Yuuji growls in Sukuna’s voice, before he releases his hold around Megumi’s wrists and neck. He digs his fingers through dark raven locks to yank Megumi’s head back, nipping hungrily at the lifeblood pulsing at Megumi’s exposed throat. “So beg, and I may consider some kindness. After all, there’s still something I need you to do.” “I won’t... He will—Yuuji will…!” Megumi forces out, fighting with all his strength to dislodge Sukuna off him, even as Sukuna rakes his wicked nails languidly all over him, leaving scores of lacerations over his chest, down his arms and his sides. “The brat won’t be returning, not when I’ve banished him away,” Sukuna chuckles with twisted mirth. “Not to worry, since he can still feel and taste every inch of you like this.”  Wrong, this is all wrong, I have to stop this, Yuuji despairs, watching Megumi flinch in revulsion when the hands holding him down split open into ravenous, salivating maws yet again as they latch on to his chest and waist, biting, sucking away at his nipples, his groin, at his own hardening length. “It’s just you and me now, and I can do this for as long as I want,” Sukuna drawls in a voice edged with poison. “So I will only say this once more: Beg, Fushiguro Megumi, and perhaps I may even grant you pleasure.” Stop it, Sukuna! Yuuji screams over the desperate rage roaring in his ears, fighting with all of his resolve to wrest control of his body. Or I swear I’ll kill you! “I—Please... Sukuna, please stop... A-ahh!” Megumi pleads in distress, voice strained and breathless from the torment, just as Sukuna bites viciously into his throat again, puncturing skin and flesh with too-sharp teeth, and laps greedily at the rivulets of blood pulsing from his jugular with a thick, leathery tongue. “Wonderful,” Sukuna’s voice is a dark purr of approval when he draws back, licking flecks of Megumi’s blood and sweat from his canines. “You’ve earned something, I think. For yourself and perhaps even for the brat.” Please just stop, Yuuji begs again. The metallic tang of Megumi’s blood is sharp and alluring against his tongue; the building heat and wet slickness of Megumi’s body clenched fiercely all around him, smothering and drowning him further in a heightened delirium. Don’t make me do this, please... I don’t want to do this to him! Lies, it’s all you desire in your dreams. Sukuna’s laughter rings coldly through Yuuji, before he realigns himself again, forcing Megumi’s left leg up over his shoulder, while his other hands keep Megumi’s arms and body pinned against the hard ground. With a victorious glint in his eyes, Sukuna ploughs in deeper, harder, and Megumi jerks, writhes, with a broken scream that wrenches at Yuuji’s heart when all of the coils within Megumi finally snaps, his back arching sharply as Sukuna drags an orgasm from him, like a hunter slowly reeling in his prized catch through waves of intense ecstasy and searing pain. Pure delight dances blood-red in Sukuna’s four eyes as he savours every twitch and shiver down the length of Megumi’s spine, every choked gasp and heave of Megumi’s chest at the burning rush through him, before Sukuna is thrusting again as he continues to fuck Megumi in a euphoric frenzy, forcibly wringing a series of climaxes from him, reducing him into a shuddering, bruised and battered mess. Something in Yuuji breaks then, curdling in the pit of his stomach—all of his boundless fury, revulsion, and self-hatred bursting forth from the dam, his cursed energy surging as he swings his fists to pummel forward, as he tries to break free of Sukuna’s control and his innate domain, the veil over his vision flashing red; his eyes glowering, burning with unshed tears, his mouth open and twisted into a soundless howl of rage and despair. Yuuji watches helplessly, unable to tear his gaze away as the light in Megumi’s eyes flicker out; watches as Megumi lets out one last agonized gasp—“Yuuji, I’m sorry...”—before he succumbs to the excruciating pain and creeping darkness, going limp in the curse’s hold; watches as Ryoumen Sukuna sinks his teeth further into Megumi’s soft throat in a feverish delight, ravenously drinking up all of Megumi’s gushing lifeblood and cursed energy; watches as his own hands run red, dark crimson stains blooming from his palms, down the length of his arms and blossoming over his chest. The blood of thousands, dead and desecrated in Shibuya, Fushiguro Megumi’s blood— No... No, no,no,nO,NO!!

*** Yuuji bolts upright with a harsh gasp. There’s a roaring in his ears that cuts through the silence of the night, a drumming in his chest as if he’d just run a marathon. Cold sweat slips down the slope of his neck, between his shoulder blades to the small of his back, the thin blanket he’d thrown around himself earlier now damp and entangled around his limbs. Disoriented, he throws a frantic, cautious glance around the room to take stock of his surroundings. No broken, crumbling city buildings, no twisted, screaming bodies… None of the lingering shards of a horrific nightmare spun on the whims of the monster lurking inside him. Nothing, except an empty chair and table by his bedside, a thin sliver of moonlight spilling through the curtains by the window. Swinging his legs out from under the blanket, Yuuji sits up at the edge of the bed, feeling a wedge of emotion lodged at the back of his throat. It takes him yet another moment to remember how breathing worked— Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. —and he feels the tightness in his chest and his throat gradually loosen as he fights against the tumultuous flutter of emotions, against the weight of his own crushing guilt and wretched existence. A nightmare. It’s only a nightmare, it’s not real— No, it’s real, Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut, willing the tears away even as he trembles and releases another long, shaky breath. It’s all real. Gojou-sensei sealed, Nanamin and thousands dead, and Kugisaki… Kugisaki is... He can’t quite stifle the quiet sob that escapes his lips as he folds into himself, hands fisting into his hair. He drags his fingers over his face, clawing away at his skin with all the intensity of ripping the mask off to reveal, to destroy the monster festering deep inside. (But it’s always you under that mask—you’re a murderer too, the monster chuckles faintly back at him from the void whenever he finds himself staring into a polished mirror, into his own burning amber eyes.) Yuuji senses movement at the foot of the bed then, the shadows around him shifting like tendrils of velvet ink, curling into a solid shape. There’s a soft whine and the wet brush of a tongue against his cheek; he lowers his hands and looks up to see Megumi’s black divine dog nuzzling at him. “Hey there, Gen,” Yuuji calls, smiling despite the tears welling up in his eyes. He wraps his arms around the shikigami, burying his face into Gen’s fur for comfort. “Who’s a good doggo, huh? Who’s a good doggo? Yes, it’s you!” Gen wags his long, bushy tail lightly and whines softly again, licking the stray tears from his face and Yuuji chuckles at the touch, grateful for the brief distraction, for the warmth and the simple scent of dog enveloping him. Even if the sight of Gen still brings a dull ache to his heart, a grim reminder of Haku, Megumi’s other divine dog, lost and killed in their mission against the first finger-bearer curse in the juvenile detention centre. If Yuuji had been stronger then, if he hadn’t needed to resort to Sukuna taking over, if he hadn’t lost complete control and allowed Sukuna to run amok in Shibuya— If only, if only— “Itadori?” Yuuji freezes at the sound of Megumi’s sleepy voice drifting from the bed space beside him. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he wills away the swirl of images plaguing his mind—Megumi’s unconscious form, bruised and broken, cradled limply in his own bloodied hands—and releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding amidst his spiralling thoughts. He can sense Megumi’s hesitation when he props himself upright and glances over, the barest hint of emotion flickering in his eyes; Yuuji wonders if he’s wrestling with a decision of sorts, to voice what surely must be his frustrations—and disappointment, Fushiguro should never have saved you at all—at Yuuji. But the moment passes and Megumi only releases a sigh. He says nothing as he shifts closer to sit beside Yuuji on their shared bed, his movements tentative and slow, as though seeking an unsaid permission from Yuuji to be allowed into this private space of grief and mourning. “Ah, sorry, Fushiguro. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Yuuji blurts out when Megumi leans into him, his shoulder pressed gently against Yuuji’s. “I’m—I’m fine, really.” He attempts a soft laugh, brushes aside the fears, the scenes of carnage and destruction that’s still swimming at the back of his eyelids and tucks them away behind a smile as he’s inclined to do. Megumi furrows his brows at the facade, however, and he nudges at Yuuji with his shoulder, his gaze steady and disarming—like he already knows, he always knows—and Yuuji finds himself gradually relenting, his vulnerabilities buoyed up from the depths once more. He slouches forward, the tension unwinding from his shoulders even as his fingers are still twitching restlessly, wrung tight into the sheets beneath them. “It’s just weird, you know,” Yuuji says at length. “Gramps used to grumble about how I’d fall asleep anywhere and how I’d sleep like a log through the entire night. And well, I’d never thought it’d ever get this bad… It’s just been a little hard to sleep, like really sleep, you know? Not when...” Not when Yuuji can still hear Junpei and his mother’s laughter at their dining table every time he closes his eyes. Not when he can still smell the acrid tang, see the burnt skin flaking off from Nanami’s charred torso, or the way Kugisaki’s limbs are splayed out around her when she crumples like a broken doll against the hard ground. Not when both of them are gazing brightly ahead at him with their remaining good eye, their lips bloody and curved into a contented smile, stiff and frozen in rigor mortis. Itadori... I'll leave the rest to you now. Hey, Itadori...Tell everyone it wasn’t all that bad. Yuuji shuts his eyes at the images, fighting against the despair threatening to rise and sink its hold into his heart again, dragging him deep into the endless pool of darkness while Sukuna’s disdain curdles thick and loud in his ears. “I have them too.” Megumi’s voice is characteristically low and soft, but it cuts through the swirl of Yuuji’s thoughts like a steady blade, a beacon flickering brightly amidst the regrets dancing within him. On his other side, Gen nuzzles closer, head lying across his lap. Yuuji feels his breath catch in his throat, anxiety churning in his gut, but he finds his centre again at the measured cadence of Megumi’s voice, at the tickle of the shikigami’s black fur against his palms. He turns slightly towards Megumi, brows arched questioningly even as his gaze is still transfixed on Gen’s fluffy head. “The nightmares,” Megumi says again, his expression a stoic paper-mask still. “I’ve been having them for a while now too. Ever since...” Ever since I couldn’t save you the first time and had to watch you die, is what he doesn’t say aloud, but Yuuji understands anyway. He sees it in the way Megumi lifts a hand to rub gingerly at his left shoulder, in the shadowed, haunted look that crosses his eyes then, as though he’s ensnared in the dark memory of watching Yuuji’s lifeless body collapse and bleed out into the rain before him again. The silence hangs over them for a beat, like a thundercloud, full and bursting at the seams, before Yuuji exhales slowly once more, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “What kind of nightmares?” he prompts, if only to dispel the tension, the cloud of unsaid regrets hovering between them. “In the past, it had mostly been about Tsumiki and all the terrible things I had said to her right before she was cursed and fell into a coma. Some nights it’s not even about anything in particular, just an amalgam of dark images—curses I had exorcised in the past, people I wasn’t able to help in time. A flurry of emotions.” Megumi leans forward, arms braced against his thighs, the shock of raven hair curtaining his expression and eyes. “Lately it’s been about Sukuna. The carnage, the things he would do to m—to you…” Megumi’s voice falters if only for a heartbeat; Yuuji doesn’t miss the tremble in his fingers, the slightest wince at the corner of his eyes, before Megumi shakes his head lightly, as if to chase the dark thoughts away, and pushes on. “About all the things I’ve done, or shouldn’t have done in Shibuya, how I couldn’t protect you—” “Shibuya’s my fault, Fushiguro,” Yuuji cuts in abruptly, the bitterness of his admission stinging the back of his throat like bile. He’d tried to, he really did, but he can’t stop himself from interjecting, not when the spike of despair is curling heatedly once more in the pit of his stomach. “My doing. All those lives, utterly destroyed. Everything is because of me, because I lost control and let Sukuna out.” He grits his jaw, feeling his throat constrict with emotion again. “I should’ve been stronger, should’ve been able to suppress Sukuna even after eating all those fingers! Then Shibuya wouldn’t be in shambles and all those people wouldn’t have died!” Yuuji lowers his head into his hands, digging at his face with blunt nails in anguish and revulsion. “Itadori,” Megumi begins gently.  “And... And Nanamin and Kugisaki...! Even Haku, your divine dog could’ve still been here if I hadn’t been so disgustingly full of myself back then at the detention centre!” “Itadori—” “Maybe the higher-ups are right, I should’ve been executed right away. Everything right now is my fault, I’m an abomination, a mistake, I have no right to even be here now—” “Damn it, Itadori, will you just stop punishing yourself?” Megumi snaps tersely, frustration colouring his tone as he reaches forward. Carefully, he pries Yuuji’s hands away from gouging more scratches and bruises over his face. “Stop hurting yourself like this.” “If I can’t punish myself for all these sins, then who will?!” Yuuji sobs miserably, flinching away. But still, Megumi keeps his hold firm and steady around Yuuji’s wrists, refusing to let go, refusing to let Yuuji hurt himself again. “Life as a shaman in jujutsu society is punishment enough. We don’t need to help push ourselves further into the dirt.” Megumi continues heatedly. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Shibuya is our fault. You couldn’t suppress Sukuna enough to stop the killings, yes, but you weren’t in full control of your actions—it wasn’t your choice to go on a rampage! But I was in control of my decisions. I chose to summon Mahoraga even though I knew the risk it entailed. And because of that, because of me, Sukuna went berserk and destroyed everything! If I hadn’t done so, maybe Sukuna wouldn’t have done what he did, and maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all!” Megumi pauses when he notices the strain in his own raised voice, brows knitted in exasperation. Yuuji can still hear the roar of adrenaline in his ears, propelled by his own self-hatred and anger. The tension stretches long and thin in the abrupt silence between them for several long moments, before the fire in Megumi’s eyes finally mellows out into something softer and more apologetic. He lets out a sigh, a short gust of air, and drops his gaze. “I was desperate, so I did what I had to, what I thought was the best at that time. Sometimes that’s all we can do as shamans, to the best of our abilities, to try to save those we can and want to save. To continue proving the worth of our existence.” “But Sukuna—Whatever his plans with you are, it’s just too dangerous! I can’t risk that!” Yuuji knows Megumi is probably too stubborn to budge from his decision by now to accept whatever excuse he can come up with, but he tries anyway. Even if Yuuji himself had stopped resisting or pulling away from Megumi’s touch since a while ago, desperate to hold onto the warmth and feel of Megumi’s fingers encircled around his wrists, rubbing soothingly against his skin. He gives Megumi a pained look, before turning away again, voice hollow as he says, “I would never be able to forgive myself if Sukuna did anything to hurt you.” Yuuji had expected heated protests or more sounds of frustration at his admission then—anything but the soft, amused huff that escapes from Megumi’s lips, or the wry, battle-scarred (almost bordering on deranged) smile that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth now.  “This might seem inconceivable but I think hurting or killing me is possibly the last thing Sukuna wants right now.” Yuuji blinks as his eyes widen by a fraction, certain that they had both finally cracked and lost it. “What...? What are you saying, Fushiguro?” “I wasn’t sure of it at first,” Megumi says, scratching at Gen’s snout lightly with his free hand when the shikigami licks his arm. “Not until Ieiri-san told me they’d found me unconscious and unharmed, and when I’d realized Sukuna’s rampage had occurred around the same vicinity where I’d summoned Mahoraga. There was no way I could have survived that exorcism if Mahoraga hadn’t been defeated, let alone come out of it completely unscathed if Sukuna hadn’t done something.” Yuuji says nothing as he watches Megumi’s profile from the periphery of his vision, silently admiring the way moonlight ghosts over his pensive expression, his delicate features. Despite the grimness of the situation, Yuuji still can't help but marvel at just how much Megumi had managed to figure out on his own. “And if Ieiri-san wasn’t the one who had healed my injuries,” Megumi continues, brushing his fingers lightly over Yuuji’s wrists, as if in reassurance, “then the only other person who could have—who is able to use reverse cursed technique and was coincidentally close enough to me—is Sukuna. He could have easily left me for dead in Shibuya, just like the others. But he chose to heal me instead, which means he prefers me alive and out of immediate physical harm. For now, at least.” Megumi glances at Yuuji, only to narrow his eyes at the single demon eye and leering grin that had abruptly manifested on Yuuji’s left cheek. “Isn’t that right, Sukuna?” “Perceptive as ever, Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna hums an approval, his crimson eye gazing back at the shaman with a twisted, possessive sort of fondness, his elongated canines glinting with malevolent hunger. “The brat should learn a thing or two from you, but he’s hardly worth the effort.” “Itadori is a good person and worth so much more than you will ever be,” Megumi counters sharply. Yuuji looks up in surprise then, feeling a touch of wonderment and awe—and just a slight thrill of exhilaration that he isn’t quite sure is purely his own or Sukuna’s—within him at the sudden ferocity and the crystalline edge in Megumi’s voice, at the sureness in his defiant gaze. The curse sharing his body only blinks back at Megumi, chuckling darkly at the declaration, but says nothing more; the bodiless fangs and crimson eye fades from Yuuji’s cheek as Ryoumen Sukuna returns to the boundless depths of his innate domain. Megumi is still glowering frostily even after Sukuna disappears from sight, but his irritation doesn’t last. With a mildly vexed sigh, he relaxes again. “I don’t think we have to worry too much about what Sukuna wants with me right now. Whatever it is, I’m better off alive in his books and I’ll take that over everything else.” Yuuji doesn’t know if he can wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment just yet—not when Sukuna’s malicious hunger continue to bleed into his nightmares, engulfing both Yuuji’s heart and mind with his own insatiable desires of carnage and violence, a constant latent reminder that continues to gnaw away beneath the layers of his subconscious even in his waking hours. He can’t even bring himself to look directly at Megumi now, even when shrouded in the shadows and fractals of moonlight spilling in through the windows. It’s silly, Yuuji knows—Megumi is one of the least injured of the shamans recuperating here in Jujutsu Tech—but he’s afraid that if he looks too closely and for too long, he would see all-too-familiar fingerprints and puncture wounds marked over the length of Megumi’s slender neck, the purple-red bruises and ugly teeth marks still burning bright and vivid like a sickly brand against his pale throat in Yuuji’s mind. “Itadori... Hey, Itadori,” Megumi’s voice breaks through his morose thoughts and Yuuji jolts to attention when he feels gentle but firm hands reaching for his cheeks again, when Megumi turns Yuuji’s face towards him.  “Look at me, Itadori,” Megumi pleads, voice soft, and Yuuji feels his breath catch in his throat when their gazes finally meet and hold. Sitting this close together, he can see the brilliant green of Megumi’s eyes reflected in the moonlight, the dappled leaves of a forest in spring. Yuuji wets his cracked lips with a tongue, and exhales slowly, chasing away the darkness from his thoughts. “Sorry, but I’m not ready to give up just yet,” Megumi says, gently brushing beads of  dried blood from Yuuji’s split lip with his thumb. “Not on Tsumiki, not when she’s deserving of so much better. I’m not giving up on Gojou-sensei either and certainly not on you—I never have, not while we’re both still alive. I know I’m being selfish and maybe this will never be enough for you... but I still don’t regret saving you; I never will because you’re still here and alive, and you’re still Yuuji.” Megumi finally breaks eye contact, dropping his hands back down to his side. He keeps one hand over Yuuji’s still as he glances back down at Gen, who had now comfortably settled his long body across both their laps, tail swishing about slowly in content. “That has to count for something, and it does to me. I’ve made grave mistakes too, so this is my burden to bear alongside you. Even if I risk my life, I’m not going to just throw it away. I can’t—” Megumi draws a long breath, and for the second time that night, Yuuji sees the slightest flicker of hesitance and fear over his features, before the steel returns and Megumi’s gaze turns resolute, sharp as a blade when he looks back at Yuuji again. “No, I don’t want to do this alone. And I know you don’t either, so please. Help me... And help me save Tsumiki.” (Help me make sense of all of this, of us, is what Yuuji feels in the warmth of Megumi’s fingers laced tightly around his, as if he’s hanging onto a life-line while the world continues to race alongside them, fire and ash blazing at their heels, the path before them murky and lined with spider lilies blooming a deep blood-red. “You’re a strong kid, so help people,” is what Itadori Wasuke imparts to him as a final farewell, a final curse—) “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Itadori...” Megumi whispers. “Please.” It strikes Yuuji then, just how fiercely and deeply Megumi cared for those he chose to protect, to save, and Yuuji almost feels terrible, undeserving even of such concern. And part of him is still uncertain despite all the hope and steady resolution in Megumi’s declaration—he’d only trust Sukuna as far as he could fling the King of Curses into the blazing sun. But Yuuji is also weary, so very weary—of the grotesque images coalescing endlessly deep in the recesses of his mind while Sukuna’s incessant taunts rings through his ears; of keeping his distance and running away into the emptiness with nothing but curses reaching out for him; of the dull and hollow weight sitting heavily in his heart, of loneliness. He lifts his eyes again, to meet the look in Megumi’s quiet gaze that’s filled with such tenderness, concern and yearning that Yuuji feels his chest would almost burst from aching, as though he’d been torn wide open once again, all of him—fears, anxieties, vulnerabilities—laid bare and pulsing through his heart, warm, relieving. And Yuuji realizes again, there and then, just how much he wants to believe, to be needed and cared for; how much he wants to reach for the support and camaraderie Megumi’s holding out to him now, to be engulfed and nourished by this sensation. He breaks into a smile, and then a soft laugh—the first genuine one he’s had in what feels like a long time—before he leans forward, burying his face deep into the crook of Megumi’s neck, much to the other shaman’s surprise. “For all the smart things you’re always spouting, you can still be pretty dense at times, you know.” Yuuji grins into Megumi’s skin, embracing him tightly, gratefully. “You’ve always been enough for me, Fushiguro.” “You’re incorrigible sometimes,” Megumi grouses, not unkindly, and Yuuji laughs again as he presses an apologetic kiss against Megumi’s collarbone, feeling the soft, indignant huff reverberating from his friend’s chest. (And Yuuji thinks then, that maybe in another lifetime, in any other circumstances they would have shared together, he could freely say, Fushiguro... I think I love you too. To which Megumi would only fix him with that same quiet, perceptive gaze, before his features soften and the corner of his lips quirk upwards into the tiniest of smiles—a smile that’s reflected in the luminous green of his eyes, that makes Yuuji’s pulse race, and his heart swell with warmth and exhilaration all at the same time; a smile that Yuuji thinks he loves seeing more and more—as Megumi replies simply, almost affectionately, I know you do.)

  —End—

_______ End Notes: - It's implied in this fic itself (though idk if it was clear), but the previous one-shot is a companion piece and is one of Megumi's nightmares/visceral fears, a hypothetical JJK bad end, so to speak. - I headcanon that Megumi doesn't name his shikigami except for his divine dogs, since they first appeared when his cursed technique manifested, which is implied to have occurred when he was about 5 or 6. Gen [玄] = "mysterious" and Haku [白] = "white". -JJK has really taken over my one brain-cell, my existence nowadays is solely --> this soundtrack + whelmed by brain-rotting itafushi feels + PAIN & CHARACTER CONFLICT/SUFFERING = this fic...??? Yeah.. yeah. - I do also have some cute fluff/comedy ideas I'd like to try writing for the itafushikugi trio, so !! Someday !! - Comments and critique are always welcomed for my fics—I'd like to hear what you think, if you've enjoyed this! Thanks for reading :)

#jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #itafushi #sukufushi #fanfic #series: liminality; the precarious in-between #so here's that 'comfort' follow-up fic to the previous piece #'comfort' i say as i still write more pain and character conflict/suffering first lol #i really wrung these two through all that hurt first huh #but there IS comfort/a bit of fluff in the later half i promise #what is happiness without first working through all that suffering??? #:)) #idk jjk brings out the chaotic feral in my writing maybe #me yelling into the void daily: i love yuuji and megumi so fucking much.........

[vahshu]

“You don’t like walks? Well, cursed spirits are usually supposed to stay where they’re born.”

#jjkedit #jujutsukaisen-net #jjkdaily #dailyanime #fymanganime #jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #a: jujutsu kaisen #ch: ryoumen sukuna #mine

[ambie1049286]

bitch, we know you’re talking about megumi, you ain’t sly

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #ch 112 #original post

[birbleafs]

[fic] and in the end, the world begins (rends) anew

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen Rating: E Category: Gen, Canon Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji, Uraume, brief mentions of other characters Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, character death, blood and injuries/gore, cannibalism, dubious consent/possible?? non-consent of the (mostly) non-sexual kind. Very brief Itafushi on the side for the sad angst. Manga spoilers up till Ch.145/146. Summary: Itadori Yuuji has consumed the last of Sukuna's cursed fingers; all Sukuna needs to complete the final ritual is to have Fushiguro Megumi join in his banquet, and together they will usher in a new Golden Era. A/N: This piece started as writing practice about Sukuna's fascination with Fushiguro/what he wants him for in a hypothetical bad end within the canon, based on chaotic details Akutami has revealed through the official fan book and recent interviews, which then turned into... this? thing?? idk I'd just wanted to go chaotic feral and write something dark lol. The dubcon/noncon aspects are less for the actual (retrospective/memory of) sex, and more because, well, it's Sukuna. Sukuna doesn't really ask for consent for things, epitome of evil and all.  The Explicit rating isn't for smut, but for graphic descriptions of gore and forced cannibalism, and also Megumi's injuries. Many thanks also to Digi-bro for helping me with writing inconsistencies/pointing out the necessary cw tags ♥️ Fic can also be read on AO3

_______ Megumi knows he should be more concerned about the sounds. Of the sharp clack of teeth, pointed, jagged ivory puncturing flesh and crunching through cartilage and bone; the smacking of glistening lips, full and brimming with bloodlust, as a marked tongue darts between the crushed rib cage, slurps the marrow congealing in long strips, dark crimson rivulets stark against chalky white. He knows he should be concerned—horrified, sickened even—but all he can think of, can even focus on right now, is just how much his head is hurting. The incessant throbbing radiates from his temples and across his skull, down the back of his neck to his shoulder blades. He cracks open an eye, blinking blood away before he attempts to brush grime and locks of matted hair away from his face with a hand. Only to feel a jolt shooting through the length of his bruised, bleeding right arm to his shattered collarbone. Bruised...? He grits his teeth at the sudden wave of nausea, biting back a noise of pain. There’s a strange grating sensation beneath his skin as he drops his arm back to his side. Broken... Definitely broken. “Do not fret, child. You will play your part soon enough.”

Megumi turns, disoriented, towards the low voice that drifts from somewhere above him, catches a glimpse of a petite figure clad in monk’s robes as—he... no, she?—they cast a fervent gaze ahead, snow-white hair bobbing lightly in the passing breeze. “The last finger has been consumed,” the monk continues softly, eyes shining bright like mulled wine in the setting sun. “The ritual is nearing its end and Lord Sukuna’s reign of fear will once again return. The world will be made anew.” It’s hard to process his surroundings over the relentless throbbing in his head, but the monk’s words sink into him with a sharp clarity, grounding him. He forces himself up, ignoring the flashes of pain in his battered body, glancing about frantically for that one person he’d stayed to protect, to save— Itadori. Megumi exhales, relieved, when their eyes finally meet, the corners of his lips already tugging into an upward curve— Except—Except, it’s not Yuuji’s eyes that are gazing back at him now— The soft earnestness of Yuuji’s smile, the unwavering compassion etched within the crinkles of his eyes and nose—that Megumi had been all too familiar with—is lost now, devoured into the feral, maniacal grin splitting across Yuuji’s distorted face as Sukuna lets out a harsh, derisive laugh, before he flings the torso he’d been gnawing on carelessly aside. It lands between a heap of rocks with a wet thud, twisted, torn like a rag doll, and Megumi struggles against the cycle of conflicting emotions that lances through him; first, the surge of panic, primal and instinctive, then the flicker of relief when he realizes he doesn’t recognize the angle and shape of the body’s torn face, of those glassy, dull eyes, and the curdle of guilt at knowing it doesn’t matter if it’d been someone, anyone else but Tsumiki or his friends— It’s not Tsumiki, he thinks again stubbornly, desperately. Not Tsumiki... She—She’s escaped the culling, I made sure. Yes, he’s certain of it, even as he stows away the dread that continues to churn in the pit of his stomach. Kugisaki and Maki-san had reached Tsumiki’s side and escorted her away, before all hell broke loose here and—well, they’re safe and far away now. Away from the oppressive malevolence that’s festering, rippling out from Itadori Yuuji (or what remains of him, at least). But he doesn’t get to ponder beyond that because Ryoumen Sukuna is looming over him, crimson eyes boring into him like molten lava, his jaw enlarged and unhinged, gobbets of flesh and viscera gleaming like bloodstones between beads of saliva trailing from his polished fangs. “Come, Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna commands in a tone that expects to be obeyed. “The time is near and you too shall partake in this banquet.” “How kind of you to extend an invite, but I don’t ever recall expressing any interest,” Megumi hisses with as much venom as he can muster, before he chokes from the pressure encircling his windpipe when Sukuna grabs and lifts him by the throat. He struggles against the curse’s grip with his good hand, even if he knows it to be futile—fighting the King of Curses is akin to battling the raging storm out in the vast ocean with a pocket knife and drowning all at once. Sukuna regards him for a moment with all four eyes, as though humored. With a languid flick of his fingers, he wrenches Megumi’s broken arm back and crushes both wrists with jujutsu, grinding the fractured, splintered pieces of bone together, and Megumi screams in anguish, almost blacking out from the explosion of raw pain through every nerve-end. He gasps, body taut and convulsing violently from the shock, breath shallow as his vision teeters between flashing sparks and dark spots. “I do not think I need to remind you, shaman, how one cannot simply walk away from a binding vow,” Sukuna says as he watches Megumi’s face contort in agony and suffering, pleasure growing in his ravenous, crimson eyes. It’s difficult to focus through the fog clouding his brain, but Megumi refuses to give into the pinpricks of creeping darkness behind his eyelids, even as Sukuna’s mocking laughter continues ringing in his ears. “You must be crazy,” he snarls through the haze of pain, “to think I’d even form a contract with you.” Sukuna’s eyes gleam brighter at his defiance, but it’s that dark, perverse smile that makes Megumi’s skin crawl and cold sweat slip down his back. “Oh, aren’t we all but a little crazy? And trust me, you did, Fushiguro Megumi. You were so ecstatic then too.” And suddenly, the dread Megumi had so carefully tucked away earlier is now a moth fluttering haphazardly in his gut as his mind panics at the meaning behind the curse’s words. “It was so easy,” Sukuna continues, clearly enjoying the flicker of hesitance in his green eyes, “with the two of you entwined like that, lost to your carnal urges. You could hardly tell the difference at all, right? After all, I can be gentle when necessary.” Despite himself, Megumi feels as if he’s been transported back to that night, weeks ago where they'd slowly tried to piece themselves back together again, in the aftermath of Shibuya— “You’re lying,” he says, cold dread rising at the memory, the moth thrashing wildly in his gut, chewing, gnawing to break through the surface. “I-I don’t believe you... I would’ve known!” But Sukuna only rumbles in amusement before he leans forward, nipping at that spot just behind Megumi’s ear with such achingly familiar tenderness that for one heart-wrenching moment, Megumi almost, almost believes Yuuji had wrested back control of his body. “Will you dine together with me, Fushiguro?” Yuuji’s voice whispers gently into his ear, just as it did that night, that night after Shibuya, and Megumi can’t help but shiver, leaning back into that touch— —into Yuuji’s warm embrace as he thrusts hard and deep into Megumi, whispering, kissing those same words into him like a brand, until the heat and pleasure grows thick, overwhelming his senses, his thoughts, and Megumi can only agree, back arching into Yuuji’s hold, before he finally comes undone, shuddering, gasping, Yuuji’s name slipping from his tongue— Only this time, the voice is wrong, all wrong, and edged with malevolence and a deep, insatiable hunger that makes Megumi’s heart twist in revulsion and fear, the dread and panic he’d fought to keep at bay now bursting at the seams. And he knows then, of Sukuna’s terrible deceit in forcing this binding vow upon him, upon them. “N-No...” Megumi gasps, struggling harder to break free. “I’d never agreed if—!” The King of Curses draws their faces close once more, long blackened nails bruising a deep red band around the shaman’s neck as he lets out another bark of laughter. “You did, and so you will partake in this banquet as agreed, Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna hisses viciously into his ear, voice laced with the promise of pain and violence, before he abruptly thrusts a hand deep into Yuuji’s torso. “Itadori!” Blood sprays upwards like a mist as Sukuna rips Yuuji’s still-beating heart from his chest cavity, lifting it to his mouth. He bites into the throbbing, pulsing organ, ripping a bloody sliver free as he meets Megumi’s helpless stare with a maniacal grin. “No, I won’t let you do this again!” Megumi claws frantically against Sukuna’s vice grip, flashes of Yuuji’s fast-fading smile as he bled out in the rain, on the cold, hard ground, rising from his nightmares once again. “I can’t—I won’t—!” Ryoumen Sukuna’s vicious leer grows ever wider, before he leans forward again and clamps his mouth over the shaman’s lips. Megumi coughs, retches, when Sukuna’s thick leathery tongue pries, slithers past his lips, his teeth. Bile rises like heat from his gut, stinging the back of his throat; the scent of metal and decay in his nostrils, the taste of Yuuji filling his mouth. “You can—” Sukuna growls through their locked lips, forcing a wet piece of Yuuji’s torn heart through Megumi’s mouth, “—and you will do as I say.” All of his survival instincts are kicked into overdrive; Megumi struggles fiercely, desperately, his cursed energy flaring, dark tendrils surging like an ocean wave from the depths of the shadows. But Sukuna’s mouth and tongue keep their brutal hold and Megumi’s lungs are soon aching, burning for air. When he finally heaves a breath, that vile tongue plunges further in, and Megumi tastes iron-rust and despair as the sliver of Yuuji’s heart slips down his protesting throat. Triumphant, Sukuna finally pulls his mouth away and releases his hold, laughing as Megumi falls coughing, bleeding. He devours the rest of Yuuji’s heart whole, before he shoves Megumi back down to the ground, one foot bearing down against his chest with the force of a mountain. “The ritual is complete,” Sukuna says, all four eyes burning with feverish delight as the ground beneath them glows, a circle of intricate runes weaving through crumbling stone and ash; as a bolt of light impales the fallen shaman's chest. “And now, we begin.”  And then Megumi is screaming hoarsely, again and again, even if his voice reaches neither his own ears nor the blackened skies above, the last of his thoughts flashing white-hot and agonized. Itadori... Yuuji, I’m sorry— In the fast-fading light, the ground beneath him splinters apart as Fushiguro Megumi’s cursed energy bleeds out into velvet shadows, a broken inkwell overflowing; twisting, unfurling upwards like the roots and branches of an eldritch tree, and the heavens cleave in two. In the end, in the lilac dusk, the world begins—rends—anew.

  —End— _______ End Notes: - Me @ MAPPA as I watch the anime: Fushiguro sure gets beat up a lot here, how has he NOT died of blood loss yet when he has bled more all over on his own vs all of the other characters combined? Stop hurting my son !!! lol Also, me: let's write Fushiguro hurt/bleeding everywhere and then break most of his bones too. You hurt and break the characters you love the most, I guess. - Not sure if it came across well in the fic, but Sukuna used "Enchain" to switch with Yuuji during "that night", to manipulate Megumi into a contract without fully realizing it was him (Sukuna) then. I know jujutsu binding vows don't quite work like that, since both parties have to be aware/agreeable to the specified conditions, but hey, nightmares/subconscious fears/creative liberties etc. etc.... Also, it doesn't mean Sukuna won't still find a way to manipulate the person or the conditions (based on the wording?) to his benefit if he can get away with it, much like how he did when he made the binding vow the first time with Yuuji. - I may have an idea for a follow-up one-shot to this piece, just for the comfort. Sorry Megumi ilu, I'll try to be nicer in my next fic :___) - Comments and critique are always welcomed for my fics—I'd like to hear what you think, if you've enjoyed this! Thanks for reading :)

#jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #uraume #sukufushi #itafushi #fanfic #series: liminality; the precarious in-between #hypothetical jjk bad end #this isn't what i thought i'd write as my first jjk fic but well lol #this is a pwp: pain with (a marginal semblance of) plot #all hurt no comfort lol #....actually i do have an idea for another follow-up oneshot for just the comfort #maybe... #sorry megumi ilu i'll be nicer in my next fic adksfjlgs