#jjk star wars au

[strawberrystepmom]

THE BALLAD OF LOVE AND HATE - PART I

jedi padawan!geto suguru x princess!f reader. part of the jjk star wars au. wc 2.1k. divider thanks to @/saradika!

PT. II

The one thing they never taught you during your lessons growing up is how dull the life of a Princess can become. 

You attend meetings alongside your father, all glistening teeth and foamy gowns hoping to woo the senators into standing by your side should conflict ever occur. They don’t include you in their conversations but you always sit on the fringes of where they do, eyes averted elsewhere hoping they won’t catch on. It has always suited you to remember that not all delegates from their respective planets view women in politics as kindly as your father does, demurring away from questions about your future posed by those who may find it distasteful for you to admit your ambitions to become senator someday. 

So you sit. Elbow resting on the table in front of you, the smooth cool marble grounding to your wandering mind, chin in your palm. Boredom begins to creep into the edges of your mind as you swing your feet beneath the table but you turn upon hearing your name from behind.

Approaching, your father. In tow? The most handsome man you’ve ever seen draped in gray robes.

Dark hair tied back in a tidy half bun off of his face is the first thing you notice, shining like an onyx figurine that sits on your dresser, a gift from the home planet of one of your closest allies. His eyes are sharp, astute, and his nose is elegant in a way you aren’t sure you’ve seen before. Your breath sticks in your throat and you try to make sense of your surroundings, adjusting your posture and smoothing down the skirt of your dress as you stand to greet them.

You wonder if he isn’t a figment of your imagination. A young man sprung into life thanks to the romantic fantasies you’re only allowed to entertain as you listen to your handmaidens speak of their dalliances after you’ve been tucked safely into your bed and left to dream. They kiss, they hug, they feel fingers across places on their body you can only imagine being touched in. 

You smile kindly but you seethe with jealousy beneath the surface upon hearing about these situations, dozing off beneath your soft covers with a scowl.

As someone would, you tend to dream of love. The kind that soothes the loneliness that comes with being perceived as unapproachable. People bow to you but never look you in the eye, a fact that makes you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Posture slumping, undoing the work you just put in to appear regal, you look less a princess and potential future senator and more the child recently turned woman that you are. 

“My dear,” your father’s disapproving voice drags you from the recesses of your mind and you are dropped cruelly back into a reality where a dark haired dream stands in front of you, padawan braid cascading down his shoulder. Your heart stops at the sight. It doesn’t matter how handsome you find him, that braid means one thing and one thing only.

Off limits, you remind yourself so many times in a second it becomes a swarm inside of your head. Off limits. Off limits. Off limits. 

Bowing, you put on your best smile and give the young Jedi your name. He smiles back, warmth emanating from the look and you wish you had never seen it. You wish he’d avert his gaze like everyone else does but amber eyes meet your own, locked in place.

“I’m Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

Nervously, you extend your hand in his direction and he takes it with a bow. Chivalrous as you’d expect a man of his station to be, it gives you chills when he stands back up to his full height, much taller than you are. Breath catches again but you keep the awareness of being watched by a room full of party goers prickling at your senses to keep yourself somewhat calm.

“The pleasure is mine,” you return kindly while dropping your hand back at your side when his fingers release their hold on it. The rest of the room falls away, your focus locked on him as you wonder how this could happen to you. 

“I’ll let the two of you speak.”

Suddenly, your nerves flare and you struggle to find the words to even appear diplomatic in his presence. 

It’s not that you haven’t been around young men before - dozens of them are your contemporaries and you socialize with them regularly - but you’ve never been around someone who has made you feel like this before. Sweat slicked palms with a dry mouth, thoughts racing and stomach turning. Before you can think about it too deeply, he offers relief by starting the conversation himself.

“Lively bunch tonight, isn’t it?”

You laugh, looking around the room to see the stoic faces of many grumpy old men all too pleased to sit around and complain while swilling the sweet wine made from berries your planet is known for. They’ll drink their fill, discuss their politics, and be gone in the morning. It has been the same all your life, since you were only knee high to your father and looking up at the faces of the delegates that now use canes to get around the grand banquet hall.

“Livelier now that you’re here.” Your remark is honest, noticing the guests casting their eyes in the direction of the two of you and muttering amongst themselves. “It’s rare we are visited by Jedi unless something bad is happening.”

He chuckles and you want to sigh at the sound. It’s velvety, deep. Rich like the cake you had on your recently celebrated birthday that welcomed you into adulthood and you wonder if it would be greedy of you to make him laugh more just to commit the sound to memory.

“Master Yaga was invited tonight and allowed me to accompany him. He said it would be good to get to know the people we work closest with.”

Smiling, you nod. You know Master Yaga very well, someone who has been your protector on more than one trip you’ve taken alongside your family or on your own outreach missions, and you cannot be happier for Suguru that he is being taught by a man you consider one of the best you’ve ever met. Kind without trying too hard, brave without seeming arrogant - he’s the perfect Master for the young man at your side and it fills your gut with butterflies to imagine him growing into a man similar to his mentor.

“He’s right. We tend to like you more if we have the chance to know you first,” you joke and he laughs again. Internally, you pat yourself on the back for entertaining him although you know it’s unbecoming and the delegates are certainly going to whisper.

The two of you have started to walk through the hall and toward the open balcony doors, taking small unhurried steps toward your destination to ensure that the conversation is not interrupted. You take a cursory glance around the crowd and spot Master Yaga standing in the opposite corner but he does not glance back, focused on the enthusiastic conversation between himself and the delegate from Coruscant. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

The young man considers your question for a moment before nodding, hands resting on either side of his belt with his thumbs hooked in the loops. He seems so casual and it makes you feel more anxious, eagerly darting your eyes around the room to look at anything but him.

“I am, the hosts have been gracious and wonderful.”

The hosts being yourself and your father, of course. Your cheeks heat at the compliment and you welcome the cool evening breeze over your warm face as the two of you finally cross the threshold between inside and out. Thinking back, you imagine all of the times prior you’ve stood on this very balcony and looked out over the city below you. You’re familiar with every corner and alley yet you feel as though you have never experienced any of it at all. 

Choosing to sit rather than stand, you settle on a stone bench and he follows suit, sitting beside you. The two of you do not touch but you still feel electric, being this close to a man you just met sending your head spinning. The silence isn’t awkward but you can tell he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable, perhaps being this close and alone with a young woman, so he speaks.

“It’s very late, Princess. I’m surprised they let you party into the dawn with the rest of them.”

Laughing, you shake your head and realize that you do feel a bit tired. You’ve been at this for hours, listening and waiting and watching and perhaps it is past your usual bedtime. Despite being an adult, your schedule remains structured in case you’re needed to tend to your regular duties and you’re surprised that your attendant has not come to find you yet to usher you away. 

You’re glad she hasn’t, looking to your left to admire Suguru’s profile. If she had you would have missed this, the way the stars shine behind him and the gentle dark of the night makes you feel as if everyone else has fully disappeared. 

“I suppose I’m a little worn,” you mumble. Head feeling heavier than it did just a minute ago, you blink slowly to try and encourage yourself to wake up, hoping you can will a cool breeze to blow once again and revive you but it doesn’t. You just feel comfortable and safe and before you know it, your eyes start to shut and you struggle to open them back up, your neck relaxing as your head leans to your left.

As you fall asleep, your cheek resting gently on his shoulder and your lips puffed out in a sweet pout, he looks over your face, he knows in his gut that it’s trouble. The two of you shouldn’t even be this close but he has a responsibility, given orders by your father to keep you out of trouble tonight and who is he to deny a sleepy princess a comfortable place to rest her head?

Looking down, his eyes dance over your face. You look like a delicate doll, something he knows is intentional to keep you non threatening, but your spirit shines so brightly it almost makes your eyes sparkle when they’re open. 

Off limits, Suguru’s thoughts echo your own and he looks away from you, lifting his face and searching the party for your guards and father to escort you home.

He feels it too, the gravitational pull, but this was not meant for the two of you and something like this is only bound to end in heartache for both of you.

Anxiously, he looks around and spots a worried looking young woman who appears to be a little younger than you approaching, rubbing her hands against the fabric of her skirt that looks identical to the one you’re wearing. You must be with her, he reasons quickly and he offers a smile in return.

“I think she had a little too much fun,” he jokes and the young woman laughs, reaching out to gently place her hand on your shoulder and shake you. Your lashes flutter open and you squint to get used to your surroundings, jumping slightly as you look up and see dark eyes staring back down at you. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, the same smile he has cast in your direction all night across his lips.

“Nothing to apologize for but promise me you’ll let her take you to bed.”

Giggling, feeling awkward and uncertain of what else to do, you nod in agreement. Your advisor reaches her hand out and helps you up and you fight the urge to whine at the loss of the warmth of Suguru’s body against your shoulder. He remains seated, frozen in place as he watches you rise, and you cast a glance over your shoulder as you’re hurried away. Your lashes flutter as you blink, still groggy, but you smile so warmly it’s all he can look at.

“I hope we see each other again soon, Suguru.”

He bows his head, clasping his hands together in his lap.

“I hope the same, Princess.”

Off limits, he reminds himself one final time as he watches you work your way back into the throng of people standing in the banquet room. Despite his kind words he hopes he does not see you again. 

If he does, he knows you’ll become the one thing a Jedi is not to have - an attachment.

#kendall writes #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk star wars au #it takes a galaxy collab

[kaiapaia]

the fall of icarus

Pairing: Suguru Geto/Reader, hinted Satoru Gojo/Reader

WC: 3269 (do not perceive me)

Content warnings: canon typical violence, for both Star Wars and Jujutsu Kaisen. Also, I borrow some plot beats from the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arcs, so there are some potential spoilers if you haven't seen those yet.

I saw the lovely @strawberrystepmom 's It Takes A Galaxy collab and immediately knew I had to write something for our greatly beloved tragic bastard.

This was so much fun to write, as a mash up of two of my favorite universes. I did kind of play fast and loose with the lore of both series, but it was all in the name of ~drama~ so I feel like it was for a good cause. Two things I do want to mention, just for clarity's sake, is that Reader uses a modified version of Force Empathy, and that when a force user falls to the dark side, their eyes turn yellow. IDK if that's technically canon in Star Wars anymore, but I thought it was a cool detail from the older stuff and decided to use here.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned I will block you.

There is a specter that dogs your steps in the halls of the Temple. A name, only muttered in hushed whispers in the shadowed corners. Most will refer to him as the fallen one, as if saying his name will bring misfortune. 

You know him as Suguru Geto. 

He was your friend, once. 

You remember his smile, and the way it made his dark eyes crinkle and his whole face soften. The way his big hands felt warm even through your layers of robes as he would correct your form during saber drills. The low, smoky timbre of his voice that made even the driest of texts hypnotizing to listen to. 

Most importantly, you remember the day he left. Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, freshly Knighted and already being hailed as some of the Order’s best and brightest, sent on a mission so important that they couldn’t tell you anything other than they were leaving. Gojo ruffled your hair and promised that he would bring you back something sweet. Geto pulled you into a hug and promised that they wouldn’t be gone long. You remember the sound of their laughter in the hangar, and the smiles on their faces as they waved goodbye from the cockpits of their starfighters. 

Geto was right, they weren’t gone long. Just a few short days, long enough to miss them but not long enough to worry. When you got the ping that their ships had docked, you ducked out of meditation and hurried to the hangar to greet them.

When they emerged from their ships, you didn’t need the Force to tell you that something went wrong. You reached for it anyway, drawing it around you like a comforting blanket as you took in their expressions. Gojo had his eyes covered, a rare sight on Temple grounds, and walked without his usual boisterous charm. He half-heartedly ruffled your hair, resting his hand on your head for a moment before moving past you. 

Geto avoided your touch entirely. His face was dark and drawn, black eyes inscrutable. He met your eyes for a second, before hurrying past you into the Temple. You reached out to him with the Force, and felt a wave of anger and pain so potent it hit you like a punch to the gut. The contact lasted for just a second, severed on his end as he turned to look at you. The expression on his face reminded you of a wounded animal backed into a corner, savage with pain. It was the first time he’d looked at you and made you believe that he could hurt you. 

Things changed, after that. Gojo seemed to recover the fastest, bouncing around the Temple with his usual antics. He started seeking you out more, and finding increasingly transparent excuses to touch you, like draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked in the halls or dropping his head in your lap when he would find you studying in the archives. Each time, you would reach out with the Force, tapping into your abilities to connect to Gojo’s emotions. His control was ironclad, so you rarely were able to forge a connection, but there were sometimes where you caught a trace of a deep sorrow. On those days, Gojo seemed more withdrawn, and would burrow into your touch like a small child seeking comfort. You let him, using your abilities to push feelings of calm through the bond you shared. 

Geto began avoiding you. Like Gojo, he made an effort to return to normal, but it fell through quickly. He no longer joined in on Gojo’s teasing commentary, and avoided your touch. You reached out to him with increasing desperation, trying to rekindle the embers of your connection, and were met with silence at every turn. 

There were moments where you would wake up at night, sensing Geto’s presence outside your door. He would linger just outside your room, as if he couldn’t bring himself to knock. Each time, you would get up and go to the door. At first, you would open it to invite him in, but he would disappear before the door could slide open. After, you would stand behind the door, feeling his presence and letting him feel yours. You would rest a hand on the cold plasteel, and for those moments in the dead of night, it was almost like you could feel the warmth of his hand on the other side.

You also began to feel eyes on you. It’s not uncommon to be watched in the Temple, but it usually happens during lessons, sparring, or meditations, with instructors keeping an eye on students who might need assistance or masters looking at prospective padawans. Those eyes are usually calm and detached, the gaze feeling almost clinical as it passes over you. This gaze is heavy, like a physical touch. It feels almost… covetous. You feel it most when you’re alone, usually poring over a holocron in the archives or practicing your lightsaber forms late into the night. In those moments, you can feel those eyes following a bead of sweat that slips down your neck into the loosened collar of your robes like a lover’s touch, soft and possessive. 

In your heart, you know who those eyes belong to. The Jedi teach their students to let go, and that attachment leads down a dark and dangerous path. But you can’t deny that you’ve looked at him the same way- stolen glances admiring the curve of his jaw, or the way his muscles flex under his tunic as he moves effortlessly through his saber forms. You’ve felt it, a need that simmers low in your gut, a dark whisper to sink your teeth in and never let go. It’s something that you’ve spent many hours of meditation trying to will away, very carefully thinking about anything else. It’s an honor to be chosen, to be brought to the Temple and trained. You won’t let this temptation lead you astray, and you won’t let this feeling call one of your dearest friends away from the Light. 

Geto begins to spend more and more time in the archives. You see him moving like a specter, the light of the holocrons casting strange shadows over his bone white face. His eyes are dark and the bags under his eyes are darker, and you notice that his robes hang more loosely on his body. The next time that you see Shoko, you bring it up, and she shrugs helplessly. 

“You can’t help someone who doesn’t want help,” she sighs. “All we can do is be there for him. Don’t worry too much, little light,” Shoko ruffles your hair affectionately. “He’s a big strong boy. Focus on your studies for now. Look for some fancy theological problem you can argue over with him once he pulls himself together.” 

You swat Shoko’s hands away from your hair and smile. A voice calls her name, and she hastily puts out the very against Temple rules cigarette and throws it into a nearby wastebin. “Duty calls. Take it easy,” she gives you a little salute as she makes her way in the direction of the voice. 

The smile on your face is weak, and fades when Shoko turns her back. She’s older and more experienced, and has known Geto longer. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of wrongness that has been dogging your steps, and is getting steadily more insistent as Geto continues to withdraw into himself. 

Gojo is the next person on your list, but he’s been increasingly more difficult to pin down. Since being Knighted, he has fully come into his powers, and is a darling of all the masters. You hear whispers in the halls, calling him the strongest knight the Order has seen in over six hundred years. He is regularly dispatched on high profile missions and sent as an envoy of the Order to the Senate- you hear his name everywhere but rarely catch a glimpse of the man himself.

You never see him without his blindfold, anymore.

Geto is the moon to Gojo’s sun. He is still respected as one of the strongest of this generation of knights. He takes the missions he’s assigned without complaint. He never tells anyone where he’s going or when he’s going to be back, and you have to make a nuisance of yourself to have any idea where in the galaxy he is. When he is at the Temple, Geto makes an effort to act like things are normal. He laughs and jokes with Shoko, and assists with the training of the younger knights when he can. His smiles don’t reach his eyes, and he still won’t touch you. You’ve reached out to him with the Force, and it’s like there’s an obsidian wall between you, glittering black and diamond hard. 

Looking back, you think the catalyst was the Jinata mission. You don’t remember the details, but you vividly remember the pyre.Yu Haibara was your age, a new knight sent on one of his first missions without the supervision of a master. He was outgoing and friendly, liked by everyone around him. Even though the body was covered during the funeral, you could picture his warm brown eyes and bright smile. Kento Nanami, another young knight your age, had gone on the mission with him. His face was badly beaten, the firelight of the pyre flickering across the yellowing edges of bruises that spattered across his elegant features. He was stoic, face set and hands folded in the deep sleeves of his robe. You wished you could offer him a hand, any reassuring touch to soften the grief you could feel roiling off him like a storm cloud. 

A few days later, Geto disappeared. 

At first, you assumed that he had just followed his normal procedure- taken a mission and left without telling anyone. So you waited, despite the anxiety clawing at your stomach. A week later, you woke up, gasping from a dream filled with so much blood and fire you could taste the iron and smoke on your tongue. You hadn’t been able to make out any faces in the carnage you had witnessed, but your instincts told you that something had happened to Geto, wherever he had gone. You threw yourself into meditations, playing the dream over and over, trying to glean any clarity or information from the chaos. You knew the masters would dismiss this as an anxiety fueled nightmare without proof, so you searched for some kernel of truth that would prove this was a Force premonition. 

You were still searching when the news broke. Suguru Geto, Knight of the Jedi Order, a murderer. He hadn’t returned within the time allotted for his mission, so the masters had dispatched a team to investigate. The knights had arrived to find the village Geto had been sent to help burned to ash, and every one of the villagers dead. The damning evidence was the distinctive wounds of a lightsaber blade on the corpses, burned almost beyond recognition. 

Flight records showed that Geto’s ship had returned to Coruscant, and the Temple began a manhunt for the rogue knight. Gojo and Shoko joined the search, both of them dropping everything. The masters squawked in indignance at having their most recognizable knight and one of their only healers leave their posts to trawl Coruscant’s underbelly, and in the resulting chaos you were able to slip out and search. 

Your abilities made you uniquely qualified for this. Closing your eyes, you reached out to the Force and let it wash over you. The noise of the endless city faded away, and the duracrete jungle bloomed with color as the auras of the people around you came into view. You shuttered your mind against the rising tide of thoughts, focusing your attention, looking for one signature as familiar to you as your own. You cast your net wide, and let yourself float in the sea of noise. You could be patient. 

It caught you off guard, when you finally sensed it. A presence, so close to you that you could taste it in the back of your throat. You recoiled at the seething mass of anger and malice, and opened your eyes to see a figure shrouded in black, backlit by the flickering neon at the mouth of the alley you had hidden yourself in. You scrambled to your feet, putting a hand on the hilt of your saber. Before you could make another move, the figure moved, so fast it looked like they teleported the short distance down the alley. One hand caught yours, gently pulling your wrist away from your saber. The other grasped your chin, thumb and forefinger softly but firmly pulling your gaze up to their face. 

Under the hood, you met their eyes. Blazing yellow irises, set in familiar fine boned features you’d dreamed about running your fingers over. Geto stood over you, radiating a power that he had kept locked away all your years together at the Temple. You felt your knees weaken under you, and the corner of his lips quirked up as he felt you sag in his grasp.

“Hello, little light,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over your face. “So brave of you, to leave your pretty tower and come looking for the murderer.”

“I don’t believe it,” you bring a hand up to his face, and he lets you touch him. His skin is warm, almost feverish. There is more color to his face than you have seen on his features for a long time, and the bags under his eyes have all but disappeared. All you can look at is his eyes. His deep inky gaze used to draw you in, and now you can’t look away from the burning gold of his irises. “Suguru, please. Tell me it isn’t true,” you beg, hand dropping to rest on his shoulder. 

He grabs your hand, flattening your palm over his heart. You can practically feel it racing through the layers of muscle and black robes that now cover his chest. “Look for yourself, little light. All my secrets are finally open to you.”

You close your eyes. It’s not strictly necessary, but you find yourself looking for solace from the way his eyes seem to pick you apart. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the beat of his heart and tap into the Force. Geto fully opens himself to you, and you have to fight to orient yourself as the riptide of his emotions and memories threatens to drag you under. You find yourself choked by feelings that are not your own; grief so sharp it feels like a knife in your ribs, rage that feels like a fire in your throat, and beneath it all a yawning chasm of despair that slowly begins to drown everything else out. 

Frantically you search through his memories. His most recent ones are a mess of blood and fire. You recognise the burning structures from your dream, and through his eyes you bear witness to the humming green of his lightsaber blade cutting through villagers. 

You feel tears running down your face as you watch the carnage in Geto’s memories. Gasping, you sever the connection, jerking your whole body away from the man in front of you, achingly familiar but now wholly a stranger. He doesn’t let you get far, pulling your hand back to his chest and looping his other arm around your waist, preventing you from pulling away. 

“Don’t run away, little light,” he croons, looking down at you as you fight to catch your breath through your tears. “Let yourself feel. You tried so earnestly to reach out to me, to ease my burden. The perfect little Jedi,” he sneered, his face twisting into something ugly for a moment before his features smoothed out again. 

“The Order teaches us to be ashamed of feeling anything other than tranquility. They train us to be perfect little emotionless soldiers, ready to fight and die for their cause. How many friends do we have to watch die, how many funerals do we have to attend without being able to grieve?” he smoothed a hand over your hair, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand. “It shouldn’t be like this, little light,” he turns your face to meet his eyes. “We shouldn’t be running around the galaxy, solving every little problem for every person too weak to fend for themselves while being afraid of our own emotions, our own desires.”

“The Force made us strong so we could help the weak,” you counter. 

“Why should we be given all this power to only serve those without it?” Geto asks. “Do you truly believe that because you were born with this gift, you are to live your entire life in servitude?” You see a gleam in his eye, a teasing twist to his mouth that sends a shiver down your spine. “Tell me, little light. When was the last time that you did something only because you wanted to? How many chances have you passed by to take something that you want?”

“I know of at least a few,” he purrs, his hand sliding back to the nape of your neck, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel the soft puffs of his breath. “I don’t need your empathy to see the longing glances, the way you would start to reach for me but catch yourself.”

Geto closes the gap between you, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m right here. You don’t need to stop yourself anymore,” he whispers against your mouth. He’s so close, all it would take is a slight movement of your head. He waits for you to close the gap, and in that moment you think of all of the times you wished to be in this exact position, wrapped up in his arms and a breath away from the kind of kiss you’d only dreamed of.

He is a siren. The promise of his kiss and what it would mean calls to desires long since hidden in your heart. He is offering you everything you’ve wanted, and for a moment, you almost give in. 

Almost.

“Not like this,” you whisper against his waiting lips. Calling the Force to you, you blast him back down the alley with the palm still pressed against his chest. You meet his wild eyes and settle into a fighting stance, pulling the hilt of your saber to your hand. The blade ignites with a hiss, the light casting harsh shadows in the dark alley. “Suguru Geto, I must take you in for crimes against the Galactic Republic.” 

“So this is how it’s going to be,” he says with a sigh, standing to his full height and running a hand through his hair that had been blown out of its tie by your push. He pulls up the hood of his dark cloak, and steps out of the alley. You run forward, saber in hand, only to be greeted by a busy street of underworld denizens who recoil at the sight of your ignited blade. You frantically search for a trace of your old friend in the crowd. You feel a tug at your neck, as a familiar hand reaches around you to grab the pendant you wear.

 “I’ll see you again, little light,” Geto whispers in your ear. He waves at you when you whirl around, your pendant twinkling in his hand, before he fades into the crowd around you.

#jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #jjk star wars au #if you made it this far mwah ily #thank you for indulging my insanity #kaiawrites

[kedsandtubesocks]

More Jedi!Gojo x Mandalorian!Reader & this one is for @strawberrystepmom because Star Wars jjk has now infested my poor little brain

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Forged centuries ago by an ancient mandalorian jedi, the darksaber holds the weight of lifetimes. Unsuspecting, quiet in its sleek black beskar saber, it actually looks rather unsuspecting.

Yet it contains multitudes. If ignited, a striking black blade would emerge. It stands as an unwavering symbol of the mandalorian will to survive. More importantly - it signifies the rule of the Mand’alor. Whoever wielded this blade wielded power. They controlled all of mandalorian society.

And it now sits in your lap… and it’s yours.

“Still admiring that new blade of yours, huh?”

The playful voice of the Jedi twinkles in. You wonder if throwing the saber at him will make Gojo shut up for once. But even with how playful his tone is you catch the serious undercurrent.

“It’s not mine.” You mutter back.

“Well by your creed or whatever, it’s yours right? I mean you did win it in battle. And isn't that like the whole thing for who can own it?” Gojo offers curiously making sure his information is right. He is of course.

“But I didn’t win it in battle. You helped me.” You answer with a heaviness.

Tracking the leads on the missing mandalorians had led you and the Jedi to Geonosis. There in the caves you discovered remnants of the empire festering alive and well. And the lead commander of the secret base, so gleeful in his pursuit to collect beskar, held the sacred saber in his grasp as a boast of his triumph.

You and Gojo moved together in sync against the commander. With fury and rage for your people you fought alongside the Jedi. And you found you trusted him without fail.

The reward of that now rests in your lap.

“Does this mean what I think it does? Do we both get to rule Mandalore together?! Am I royalty by default now?!” Gojo cries with an obnoxious shrill.

The mandalorian elders and clan leaders would all collectively revolt or die on the spot if this chaotic man of a Jedi showed up with the darksaber in hand. He probably would even wave it around like a toy.

You can’t chide him like you normally would. Your thoughts weigh too heavy in your mind.

Suddenly Gojo chimes out your name.

When you turn to the side he is there kneeling beside you. Something inside of you collapses at the sight of this great Jedi, the strongest of his generation, kneeling so close to you. Even with the white wraps covering his eyes you sense his direct gaze on you. A chill crawls under your armor and runs along your skin.

This annoying Jedi, this headache of a man who makes you understand why your ancient ancestors vowed to fight the Jedi, speaks with the tenderest of voices.

“There is no one more worthy. You won that saber for a reason.” Gojo begins with an unwavering confidence. “And besides, anyone who wants to disagree…I’ll kill ‘em.”

Those words make you choke. It’s at times like this that the savior of the galaxy doesn’t sound like a holy warrior but like a feral ravager instead.

“That isn’t a very Jedi thing to say.” You weakly tease him.

Now a strange silence floats within the ship. You can’t grasp what strange emotion it’s conjuring up. But it’s enough to notice the unusually solemn face on the usually animated Jedi.

“Guess not.” Gojo mutters low. His response only tightens the strange flutter in the air that wiggles into your chest. You and him stay silent the rest of the trip.

When you arrive back home, the council erupts in a cacophony of emotions. Some of your mentors embrace you with pride. Other clan elders demand an investigation on how the saber was won. Your heart sinks. You knew there was going to be disbelief. But to already see flat out rejection at just the thought of you wielding the darksaber stings.

“It was won the proper way, in pure mandalorian tradition. I witnessed it myself.”

Gojo speaks and it slices through the bickering. All attention turns to him as he walks confidently towards you.

“And if there are any objections…know I’ll side with the Mand’alor.” A deadly undertone rises in his voice and you realize the ruler he speaks about is you.

You. The Mand’alor.

Gojo deliberately stands besides you, a visible sign of where his allegiance resides.

A heat rises under your skin and threatens to consume you alive beneath your beskar armor.

As the darksaber quietly rests in your grasp you again think of its origins. A great mandalorian, who held abilities of a Jedi, forged this as a means to unify his identities. It of course signifies rule and power to your kind. But in its bones the saber personified Jedi and mandalorian unity. It’s the physical embodiment of how beautiful this union can be.

That notion haunts you in a way you dare not explore yet.

Because if you do, you know you will not like the dangerous truth lurking within your heart that even the darksaber itself cannot conquer.

#I’m sorry Kendall but he has taken over my life 🤡🫠 #jjk Star Wars au #Jedi!Gojo #Gojo 🩵 #long post

[selfindulgentpixies]

Galaxies in your eyes

Okay here's my piece for the JJK star wars au. It's probably not the most accurate but the idea was super fun to me. Also I never pass up a chance to write about Gojo. Reader is a researcher working on the inside sending information to the resistance. Will I do more with this? Doubtful since my knowledge is rusty and limited. Thankyou @strawberrystepmom for putting on this event!

GN!reader x Satoru Gojo (Well they're getting there, there's definitely pining)

The lab was mostly quiet as you buried your nose in a report, eye strain be damned, the main sounds being the absent tapping of your own foot along with the low hum of machines. It was so late some might have considered it early as you sat there and worked. You typed at the report, the work making little sense to anyone but those it was intended to be read by, a clever mix of your own work and coded message. If all went as you intend the messages within would make it to a certain princess and a droid capable of deciphering your work. Really you simply would have rather gone with her yourself but as it stood for the moment you could do more good from here in your position as one of the lead researchers at the station. You had access to a lot of information and tools you would otherwise lose. So for now it was lonely work but you accepted that since it’s for the greater good. At least that’s what you tell yourself to soothe the ache.

You slip into sleep without meaning to and dream of friends far away and lost homes even further still. A bitter taste settles over your tongue as your dreams replay memories of horrors witnessed too young and guilt over being able to get away, to survive, because you just happened to be what… clever enough? Lucky maybe? Stubborn. 

Your dreams aren’t all cruel though. There was some good in between. Good you’d worked very hard for. Being scouted for your rumored aptitude and intelligence from a backwater planet you’d been scraping an existence out on when you  were only in your early teens, hallowed halls of education, forging what you felt was an unlikely friendship with a princess. Then there’s startling blue eyes across the room, time seeming to stop for you as you see a galaxy in his eyes and because your dreams don’t really give you a break you’re reminded of how time had not stopped and you’d walked into a pillar and dropped all your books before falling on your behind. His laughter ringing in your ears. You glanced up from your spot on the ground, face hot and wanting nothing more than to disappear as you watch his dark haired friend, who while smiling, still shoves him toward you. 

He’s grinning ear to ear as leans down to your level and begins to gather your spilled study materials and place them on your lap. The dream lacks clarity though, his words sounding as if they’re underwater as he helped you to your feet. And even if most of his words had a teasing edge to them you’d still been entirely smitten. You’d both been so young. You remember even now having the oddest urge to grab the little white braid over his shoulder. 

Many of your meetings would pass in a similar way. After the third or so time he called you the most competent klutz he knew. He’d laughed gleefully when in frustration at his half compliment half insult  you threw something you’d been picking back up off the floor at him and it had merely frozen in the air in front of him. You felt he had to know that it was only him you became clumsy around and that was a mortifying thought. 

Your dreams begin to dissolve, your brow furrowing deeply as the waking world pulls you back. Actually you’re not entirely sure you’re awake because when you open your eyes you’re met with those same enchanting blue eyes you’d just been dreaming of.

“Why am I not surprised I found you in the labs instead of your quarters?” That teasing lilt was the same as it has always been, though pitched lower as if he only wanted you to hear. Which was strange, since it’s only the two of you. Okay him being here was strange in of itself if you’re not hallucinating from sleep deprivation. With your common sense muddied by sleep you reach out a hand to try and touch him to see if he’s actually real, and after your hand meets invisible resistance for a moment it suddenly rests on his warm and very real cheek. His face stretches into a grin bringing out his dimples when moments later you pull your hand away and nearly fall back in your chair. Nearly because he grabs it and steadies it as he rises to his full height. 

“Wha- why are- how are you here even?” You hiss a bit too loudly for the quiet space. You click your jaw shut when he raises a finger to his lips and hushes you. 

“Not so loud. I don't have a lot of time to explain. I’m here to bring you back home.” 

His words bounce around in your head. “What? Satoru, no, you know what i’m doing right? It's important that I continue for-” His grin is long gone now as he shakes his head. 

“You’ve been found out.” 

The words are slow to sink in but when they do your chest feels hollowed out and you taste metal on your tongue. 

“I’m glad I was able to get to you first. Gather what you can quickly and without drawing attention. We need to leave immediately.” seeming to anticipate any coming argument he adds. “You can’t help your friends if you become a prisoner. Worse, you could end up doing active harm if you’re caught, regardless of how stubborn you are.” You shudder at what he’s implying. Implying that you would be tortured and you know he’s right. 

Truthfully you never kept much beyond your memories close to you. Anything with true value to you would only be a liability so everything you actually kept while here had been superficial. You spin in your chair and pull out a small data stick and insert it into the counsel. 

“I’m not sure we have time for you to be downloading a bunch of data-” You cut him off. 

“I’m not. It’s a virus. “ You tap your temple. “If you’re taking me to the princess then I already have all the information she needs right here.” 

He tilts his head forward and his chest shakes with a deep chuckle. “You’ve always been a clever one haven’t you.” It’s phrased like a question but said in a tone that implies it’s a fact. “Though won’t this set off their alarms?”

You feel the tips of your ears heat up at his words, but maintain focus on your task. “No, it’s on a bit of a delay and it won’t activate until it’s embedded too deep for someone to fix.”

“How long?” 

 “We’ll probably have 10 minutes before the alarms start blaring and the research station is thrown into panic.” A few more taps of the keys and you’re rising to your feet. As soon as you’ve done so he’s grabbed your arm and is leading you from the room. The serious look on his face keeps you from protesting. Though why would, you’d just given the two of you a solid countdown.  The dimly lit corridors are a blur as he rushes you out, taking seemingly random turns but if you had to guess he was avoiding patrols. 

—

It’s only once the two of you are on the ship flying away from the imperial research station, that you speak again. The pilot had wordlessly taken off as soon as the two of you were onboard. You release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and then feel his large hand on your shoulder. His expression is unreadable when you glance at his face “So… This isn’t meant to sound ungrateful by any means but why are you the one extracting me from here? You’re a bit important to be escouting one researcher. “

He wrinkles his nose at your implication that you’re not important enough for him to personally look out for. Really had you not realized anything over the years. His own personal interest in your wellbeing aside though… “You do realize how important you are don’t you? In the princess’s own words you’re invaluable to the cause. When information was intercepted that you were found out people were scrambling to figure out who could get you out safely.” 

You blink up at him. “So you were first pick-” 

“I insisted I be the one to come retrieve you. I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else messing up your retrieval and you being taken prisoner. Old friends or not, I don't like to think about what he would have done to you.”

The he in question was hardly a question at all. You knew there was only one person he’d be referring to. “Wait was.. “ you think better of saying his name. “Was he going to be dealing with me personally?” 

“The implication from the intercepted messages was that you were going to be brought to him.”

“Ah…” 

Silence hangs heavy between the two of you.

“I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. And I’m going to make sure you make it safe to the resistance.” 

“...and what about after?” You blink up at him from beneath your lashes, worrying your lip between your teeth. 

When he looks down at you his heart squeezes in his chest, remembering the time Suguru and himself had been sent to help protect the princess while she was attending a prestigious school. How that had inevitably brought him into contact with you as one of her classmates and friends. At first he’d looked at you going all starry eyed for him and wanted to write you off, but he saw how you genuinely didn't react that way toward anyone else. You also never made a true advance, he thinks you assume he’d respect the jedi’s rules so there was no point. Perhaps it was your way of trying to not put him in an awkward position. All the same he’d become very attached, fond of you even back then as you’d slowly relaxed around him. Your kind and positive disposition as well as your intelligence getting a chance to shine around him when you weren’t stumbling over yourself. 

You worry that perhaps it was a step too far when he remains lost in his mind too long for your comfort. “Satoru..?” 

He shakes his head. “What about after indeed. Do you finally feel like being greedy?”

You scoff but you still feel your face heat up. “Is it greedy to want to spend time with you after not having seen you in so long?” 

He smirks and leans into your space. “I think it’s more than my time you want.” 

The way his voice drops and the invasion of your space is loaded with unspoken meaning and part of you wants to put space between the two of you. “Satoru… If you’re playing games with me, don’t.” 

“Does that mean that you do want more than just my time? Because I think I’m ready to be a little greedy now if you are.” You have no idea how close to ruin you’d come, but he does. You weren’t simply going to be retrieved for Suguru like he’d said. He was going to pay you a personal visit that very morning for your betrayal.  So yes. Satoru was very much ready to be greedy with you.

___

Okay that's it! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Now I've got to get to work on chapter 7 for my Satoru x reader x Suguru fic as well as get started on my two halloween collabs.

@nanamikentoseyebags

#jjk star wars au #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #jjk x gn!reader #gojo x gn!reader #I'm a lil shy about this one I hope you guys like this

[thisisallaikiss]

star wars x jjk au art so far...

master gojo and his padawan

“my eyes and the force tells me you are suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise”

#anime fanart #artists on tumblr #jjk anime #gojo satoru #anime art #jjk fanart #jjk gojo #digital art #geto suguru #satosugu #jjk geto #stsg angst #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #stsg #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #star wars #jjk suguru #jjk megumi #jjk au

[rarepears]

Gojo Satoru going "oh, you're just another annoying monkey" to Palpatine before he yeets the Sith out of existence with Purple. Then he goes back to his (dessert) food tour in Star Wars.

Fastest fix it fic ever.

#star wars #star wars ideas #palpatine #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk ideas #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru yeets palpatine out of existence AU

[sproutdoart]

So, I kind of had an idea. I have been seeing JJK crossovers, but not a Star Wars one yet. I thought if the imperials had some of Sukuna’s fingers I feel like Thrawn would have them because of his history of collecting “ antiques “ like battle droids and his fascination of art. So here is a doodle of him as in JJK style and Sukuna Possessing him :]

Oh, it all started with my irl best friend and her suggestion from my comic, they said, “hey, what if Sukuna was possessing the blue man”

#JJK x Star Wars au #Art #thrawn #sukuna #star wras #JjK

[zeroideaman]

here’s my piece for the lovely @hermbi-discord’s hermbimbas, this piece is a gift for the amazing @ch236, hope you like it <3

#jjk #jujitsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #star wars au #zero’s art #hermbimbas2023

[strawberrystepmom]

i'll keep this short and sweet. we're having a fucking good time and we're going to keep those good times going.

we are all a part of something bigger in our jjk star wars au and why shouldn't we proudly state our place? that's why i wanna hear you talk about yours! you can write, draw, make a moodboard, paint...anything! just tell me about your corner of our galaxy.

EVENT MASTERLIST HERE

guidelines:

reader inserts, self inserts, OC's can be anything you make them. let your imagination run wild! (ps you are welcome to use the galaxy assignment i gave you if you wanna ♡)

you aren't obligated to create a pairing if you don't wish to but if you do, please keep it to jjk canon characters. you are allowed to choose whatever you want for them, my suggestions aren't law and i want you to be as creative as possible. (again, if you wanna use them though you can mwah mwah mwah)

dark content is allowed but please tag as thoroughly as you can.

if your writing exceeds 1000 words, please make use of the read more feature.

no deadline! just post it whenever and i'll put it on the list.

when you're finished with your piece - tag me and i will add it to the masterlist! easy peasy!

#jjk star wars au #it takes a galaxy collab

[theesotericedition]

So, I got my first iPad! Baby’s first Procreate sketch ft. A sparring Padawan Suguru

#idk what the pose is. I didn’t use a reference #jjk #jjk fanart #star wars au #jjk geto suguru #geto suguru #jjk x sw #padawans au #star wars padawan #padawan braid #sketch #my art sketch #arting #james draws

[bakubunny]

hi. can you recommend some of your mutuals? i'm looking for some new blogs to follow

this isn’t a full list of mutuals, but these were the individuals i thought of offhand! if you’re tagged an i missed something you want me to mention let me know.

@dcsiremc writes mostly for bnha and jjk. if you like my content and you’re not following her, where have you been, honestly? 😆 another great writer of daddy kink, dilfs, age play, pet play, hybrids, and yandere!characters… and the occasional primal play when she dabbles into it. also a great artist!

@neon-gothicc mostly writes fluff, but has dabbled in her fair share of smut with more to come. a fantastic writer, friendly, and will gush with you about your favorite self ships. she’s one of the reasons i am still a little sick over werewolf bakugo. special mention for shoving me into the deep end of hybrids. occasionally does art and cooking too!

@heartofjasmina is the reason i was convinced of daddy!bakugo enough to write him (…and she’s part of the reason this page has devolved into what you see now). a fantastic writer of short drabbles in a wide variety of fandoms with both fluff and smut. one of my favorite series she’s done is bkg x gardener!reader au. it’s so sweet.

@thenamesmiz does art and writing! mostly fluff, but the times she’s dipped into smut have been lovely. super friendly and likes to gush about fluffy self ships, so say hello if you like bnha, jjk, or sk8!

@zazter-den / @dizazter-dragoon is a fellow eorzean who writes for bnha as well as other fandoms. fantastic hybrid & monster writing. if you like ffxiv, stop on by.

@arlerts-angel doesn’t write bnha anymore, but i can promise you she’s worth a follow if you like aot and tokyo revengers. she’s a great writer, a kind person, and likes to interact with her readers regularly, so say hi if you follow!

@i-literally-cant-with-this is another fantastic writer who covers a multitude of fandoms. i don’t dip into other fandoms much outside of bnha, and i can guarantee her m.list is worth a binge read session.

@pastelbakugou / @pastelbakugou-sfw is a lovely writer who specializes in sturdy hero and boom boom gremlin (kiribaku). also a great writer of d/s dynamics if you like to read that as well!

@aquadenks is one of my favorite denki writers hands down. from fluff to angst to smut, luke covers a lot of denki and does it so well.

@doumadono writes for multiple fandoms and is fantastic at it. if you’re looking for comfort fluff with some spicy sundays, she’s your girl!

@sunflower-emoji is newer to tumblr, but a great writer! she’s the primary reason you’re seeing so much shoto content with no end in sight. 😅 stop on by to say hello!

@blkkizzat is an outstanding jjk writer. just trust me, ok. go follow, go read, go do all the things! toji & choso simps, you’ll love her stuff. rejoice.

@angelltheninth writes for a wide variety of fandoms and is absolutely fantastic. seriously. stop on by for sfw and nsfw works alike. everything from bnha to star wars to marvel. there’s bound to be something you’ll love.

@mostlyheinous got hit with the ban hammer a while ago, but she’s back. an outstanding dark content writer. one of my favorite dabi writers when i’m looking for him specifically.

@dabislittlemouse is another dark content writer who, if you like dabi and you like dc, you should be following. she has lovey works!

eta @honeeslust bc i swore you were already on here when i drafted this?? so i’m fixing it. 😭 she’s another lovely jjk writer. give her fics some love, they’re worth a read!

#asks #fic recs #bnha #jjk #aot #tokyo revengers #bllk #mha

[mintmatcha]

the pursuit of silence (and all the noise along the way)

nanami kento x reader

part one: potential (and the lack there of)

CW: cisfem reader, Space AU (vaguely Star Wars. Vaguely), reader has a cybernetic limb. slow burn.

JJK AU MINORS DNI

Out Station, Hosnian System, Core Territories

When you first arrived, the station's constant thrum would keep you awake. The slow, thrusting drawl echoed through your metal cot as the craft perpetually spun, the sound of gears and cogs drilling down to the marrow of your bones to eat at the edges of your mind. Night doesn't exist in space, not in the same way it does on solid ground. There's no physical marker for rest, no sun to rise to mark another day, so everything always trudges forward, with heavy, uneven steps.

 When you were young, the visitors to your planet's surface had told you that space was eerily silent, marked only by the sound of your vessel and your own thoughts.

"Nothing like here," One man -Simmons- had promised. He had tucked himself away into your Sun Dome, waiting for the thunder to calm itself, "Nothin' like this eternal rain."

He had left later that night, leaving only stories about the Inner Rim and an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

"Don't that sound make you wanna go crazy?" he said as he headed towards his ship, "Don't you ever want silence?"

It was funny, how you had never noticed it before, the tap-tap-tap that bore down upon the plexiglass. A frog born into boiling water: you didn't know you were being cooked in it all until someone else told you this wasn't normal.

You've been chasing that silence ever since.

You thought you had found it when you joined the station. Promises of flights to places you've never heard of, adventures you could never dream of: you didn't even bother to pack a bag before jetting off and leaving the rainy planet's surface behind. There, beyond the atmosphere, it was- stretches of ringing, perfect quiet.

Then you arrived and the noises never stopped. It was nothing like the storms you had grown up with, no rhythm, no comfort. Gone was the devil you knew, traded for another nightmare of soot and gears. 

Nothing changed. Maybe you did. The hourly chimes, the rattle of cargo leaving and arriving, the sighs and snores and sex sounds of fellow pilots that shared the dorm: you learned to live with it, allowed yourself to become a part of the drum. In fact, a part of you found comfort in it, like a cosmic lullaby, rocking you to sleep as the stars spun around you.

The sudden sharp, violent clanging of metal on metal is not a part of that lullaby.

You jolt from sleep, clutching at your side for where your blaster usually is, driven only by panic. It takes a couple bleary blinks for you to gauge the scene and realize there's no threat. A pink haired rookie is smiling up at you, his cybernetic limb still clutched against the steel of your bed frame.

"Nine!" Pilot 501-G grins, "Scared ya."

"Stars and Makers, Itadori." You soften your tone, but still kick away his hand. Your own prosthetic isn't as advanced as his; while his is covered in thin synthflesh, the metal of yours is exposed, covered only by sheets, "I just fucking fell asleep."

The younger man laughs, backing away from the wall sheepishly. The glimmer in his eye is what keeps him looking young, despite the scars that cut through his lip and over the bridge of his nose. Someone is snoring a couple bunks over, practically gagging on their own spit. Every now and again, the sound stops and Itadori’s head snaps to look in that direction, concern dripping from his features. You’ll tell him later that it’s just G’hil: he’s been snoring like that for years.

"Sorry, sorry - I thought it was funny!" He better be sorry - you're the one in charge of training his ass, "But they're looking for you, so you gotta get up."

You rub the grit of sleep from your eye. "Who could possibly need me? I just fucking landed--" you check your watch- “Four hours ago.”

"One of the guys with the offices," he shrugs, "They told me you'd know where to go."

You do, unfortunately. Only one commander gives instructions to the G Group. With a groan and stiff back, you throw yourself from the bed. As you slide into your fly suit, Itadori dips his head to the floor to avoid watching you dress. In a few months, he'll lose his modesty too; it's hard to stay pure in such a confined space.

Once you're dressed, you both head into the bustling halls. The paths divert and wind, dipping into ladders for the deeper parts of the station. Itadori still gets lost most days, so he follows you as you wind your way towards the loading bay. 

"Are you going on a mission?" he asks.The recycled air is extra stuff today and you swear it tastes like the slop dining served last meal. 

"It’s an assignment," you correct, "And probably."

"Dammit." Itadori kicks at nothing, practically skipping, "They make me clean engines when you're gone."

"Good, it'll beef you up a little bit."

The boy gawks at that, squeezing his biceps to prove he doesn't need any more. You laugh and mimic him, flexing your own muscles as you walk. He flexes harder then, bicep so coiled you fear he might hurt himself. The ball of muscle is bigger than you expected, easily larger than yours, but you blow him away with a raspberry anyway.  

“Okay, okay, Shrimp.”

“Maker, please don’t call me Shrimp-- I’m afraid it’s going to stick!”

He has a point. Nicknames have a funny way of gaining traction around here. As you both wind your way into the main level, the activity picks up. More bodies are roaming the narrow halls, rushing to-- well, you aren’t quite sure. The Station is 45 levels top to bottom with a couple hundred employees on hand at all times, some of which are stationed to pilot hypermatter crafts to places that need it. Other people did a variety of boring, overly scientific sounding jobs- stuff that went immediately over your head when they explained it to you.

“Itadori, we'll fly when I get back, okay? I'll take a cruiser and a couple credits and we'll get a good dinner. Something nice." You bump your hip against him and he almost staggers into an officer. "Something fresh."

"Real Caf?" he asks, "Not the powdered stuff?"

You’re not sure ‘real’ Caf exists, but you promise him anyway.  "Sure, whatever you want."

Itadori pumps his fist in the air with a woop. He goes to continue, then pauses as his eyes flit down the hall. Staggering out of an unknown room is a familiar face, much less bruised than you last saw it.

"Hello, hello," you croon, hands on your knees like you’re calling for a loth-cat, "Look who's out and about!"

"Ha, ha, very funny." Haibara hobbles on a crutch, the wood tucked under his arm's cast. His leg is set straight with chunky plaster, basically paralyzing his right side. The few people who pass clear the way around him, but a round little R2 Droid drives straight into his good leg and almost bowls him over. The round faced brunette wobbles and swears, waving it off with his good arm. 

"Do you know how hard it is to not have an arm and a leg?" he exclaims.

You and Itadori share a look, then gesture to each other's cybernetics.

"Yes."

"I know very well," you agree, "I have no sympathy. Don't steal an X-wing next time."

Haibara groans, sounding as pathetic as he looks. He’s actually a couple of years older than you, but he looks softer than Itadori in the face. “I just wanted to try it out. If they didn’t want joy riders, they shouldn’t have refueled here!”

“That’s awful logic,” you tease, clapping his shoulder. Unlike you, Haibara came into the station without any flying experience and has not proven himself to be a fast learner. Why he thought he could borrow an X-wing without the experience ending in disaster is beyond you. “Surprised they didn’t fire your ass. Thank god for unions, huh?”

He shoots you a deadpan look. 

"And I was coming here to tell you good news, Niney." Haibara leans on his crutch,  nose in the air, "But now I won’t.”

“Aww, Hai.”

“I won’t! Don’t give me those pouty lips!”

You bat your eyelashes for effect. 

“Ugh, be glad I like you,” he says so sweetly, “You-know-who is here." 

All humor immediately evaporates from your body. Both men notice and have polar opposite reactions: Haibara glows with a chaotic grin while Itadori sobers.

 "Oh, god," you whisper. A tightness has gripped your ribs. Maybe it's dread, maybe it’s panic. “The you-know-who?”

"I don't know who," Itadori interjects. 

“There’s only one you-know-who.”

"Oh, god."

"I don't know who!" Itadori says again.

Haibara throws his head back to laugh, then grimaces in pain. Good, he deserves it.

"Who's you-know-who?" Itadori stresses, looking between his two superiors. You throw a hand over your face to hide your expression, but Haibara continues.

"Niney-Nine, our fearless leader, our beloved pilot-” Haibara’s grin is consuming his whole face. If he wasn’t already stitched and taped up, you might punch him, “--has a crush."

"You have a crush? What?" Eyes snap to you, "On who?"

Crestfallen is written all over the poor kid's face, but you can only focus on your own burning cheeks. Oh, how your body has betrayed you. 

"Shut up.”

"She won't even talk to him." Haibara continues, "I try to call her over to talk to him and she shrivels up like a bug."

He brings his good arm to his chest and sticks out his tongue, then roughly mimics scurrying away in the air. Itadori’s jaw is slack, enthralled by his antics. 

“It’s nothing,” you insist, “He’s not even cute.”

It’s not nothing. Oh, you wish it was, but it’s not. You have the type of crush that makes your knees buckle and jaw ache and you haven’t even spoken to the man directly. Once, he nodded your way, just the hint of a smile on his lips, and you spent the following afternoon locked in a shower stall, shamefully jacking off to the memory.

Dread rises in your throat like bile.

"Oh, please! You're so smitten! It's crazy!” he turns back to Itadori, “She’s so smitten. Makes this dumb little face-" Haibara makes his eyes wide, “Once, she went to Coruscant to watch his speech-”

"We're leaving." You start walking, pace crisp enough that Itadori can barely follow, let alone your injured copilot, "Bye, Hai!"

"Oh, come on!" The linoleum squeaks under the rubber stopper at the end of his crutch, "I know for a fact that it'd go well if you just talked to him!"

"Goodbye!" you call back. You’re better than this. A stupid crush isn’t going to dominate your life, especially not one this unrealistic.

You click the heels of your boots against the floor with purpose, marching forward and away from that mess. 

But Itadori doesn’t have the sense to read the air. “So, who is it-?”

"Itadori," you warn.

Silence only lasts another couple of steps.

"You should ask him out," he continues, "You're really great. I know any guy would be-"

“Don’t,” you warn, a bit harsher than you really should, “Not now, Shrimp.”

As you arrive to where you need to be, a room marked ‘superior’, Itadori chews on his lip and hesitates, shuffling his feet unhappily. He’s still bright eyed and full of adventure, just like you used to be, so he must be upset about missing another ‘mission’. 

'Hey," you elbow him again, softer this time, "I'll probably just be toting cargo to the Outer Rim again. There's no reason to be sad or jealous or whatever." 

"I'm not jealous of-" Words fail him, then the rookie relents and retreats, "You're right-- have fun on your stinky old rocket."

 He waves you off, still a little down. "Still sounds better than sitting here."

You ruffle his hair. It’s unwashed and sticky enough that it stays in place when you pull away, so you wipe your palm on his shirt. Itadori steps back with fake offense, but his smile is returning.

“Sorry, shrimpy,” you say, “I’ll see you soon.”

You turn the door handle, then pause. “And take a shower, for Maker’s sake.”

.. . . . . . . . .

The office is essentially just an overlook of the bay, with ships and droids constantly twirling about. Today, no large freighters are reloading, so the space is rather barren, filled with only pilots and fuelers passing the time.  At the intercom, a tall, thin woman stands. Commanding Officer Mei Mei tilts her head with the coyest of smiles, like she's barely containing a secret. She greets you by name, a strange familiarity she holds with all pilots she deems worthy.

"Senior Pilot 333-G, reporting for duty," you say.

She wastes no time. Her eyes bore into you from behind the thick plait that covers most of her face.

"You're from a single biome storm planet, right?"

You hesitate to answer. Mei Mei is nice enough, but there's always an insidiousness behind it all, something you can’t quite put your finger on, but your gut can taste. Like the predatory bird, she perches herself against the edge of the table, primed to strike the moment you’re most vulnerable.

"I am, indeed," you admit. 

"And you've flown on your planet?"

It's where you learned, in between storms and pressure pockets, on the laps of men that promised to take you away and never did. "Many, many times."

"Good." She claps her hands together and turns back to her makeshift desk. The same papers are scattered around its top, in the same position as always, a charade that works on most. It’d probably work on you too, if you didn’t know how often she disappeared offsite. "It’s settled then. You'll be transporting our visiting senator back to his home planet."

Your heart stops for a moment. Neurons connect.

"Who?" you ask, even though you know better.

The OutStation is a part of multiple trade routes, so it isn't uncommon for senators to make appearances. Most of the time, it's to file complaints about efficiency or lost shipments (with piracy at an all time high, you can't blame them), but a certain senator seems to visit more often than others.

"That would be me.” The man in question stands up from his chair on the other side of the desk and you wonder how you didn't notice him before. Every hair on your body stands on edge as you process his presence, a Loth cat with its hackles raised. 

“This time of year, the storms can knock out the Nav and landing systems."  He adjusts his cuff link and smooths the sleeve back into place, always the picture of grace. Senator Nanami Kento, with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and chin never below parallel with the ground, adjusts his glasses and you catch his steely gaze directly. This time, there’s no hint of a smile, just a thin drawn line on his peach slice lips.

Your mouth goes dry.

It's not that you don't like the Senator. Oh. Quite the opposite.

He’s You-Know-Who.

You’re not sure where you gathered the absolute gall to develop feelings for the man. It certainly wasn’t a logical decision. The men you usually go after are in your league: other pilots passing through, engineers that can’t remember your last name, strangers who understand the game and how to play it-- it’s always people who see the Outer Rim Hick written across your face and treat you as such. You have no business falling for a man who dresses in ironed long coats, white collars that are never dirtied, with  a neck that’s never been burnt by the sun.

It doesn’t help that he’s simply attractive. Not a special kind of hot, with caveats and conditions, but genuinely, truly beautiful. It’s the kind of attractiveness that makes people kinder and life easier and you wish you were immune.

"Senator, I-" You're sweating. Your eyes won't leave where you've planted them on the floor. His boots are polished leather, so shiny you can see your warped reflection. It’s better than looking at him. "Wouldn't it be better to use an official transport? Or Haiba-- 299-G?"

Haibara grew up on the same planet as the Senator, so the two have been close since their teenage years. When Haibara left, Nanami went to work, climbing the political ladder. Their home planet used to be a bit more like yours, desolate and unknown, but in the past ten years Prixiyi has transformed into a vacation destination. The change is controversial amongst the citizens, but it undeniably has made the planet a gem in the eyes of the galaxy.

Maybe that’s what made you like him in the first place, that ability to rise. 

"There's no official transport in this sector and Haibara is currently… out of commission. I need to go home as quickly as possible and finish some work before the tourism season begins." Senator Nanami leans back, turning away to mutter over his shoulder. "Besides, I'd prefer to make it back in one piece."

Despite yourself, you blossom into a smile. Haibara doesn't have a very good track record of keeping his craft in the sky. It's a bad joke, but coming from him, it's everything.

From the corner of your eye, Mei Mei gives you a sideways glance. That immediately sobers you. Don’t forget yourself: you’re a grunt performing a job, not some schoolgirl with a crush. This isn’t some sort of fanfiction; there’s no reason to get excited.

“I just need someone with experience dealing with the hazards," The Senator reiterates. 

"I'll rise to the occasion, sir." You nod to both of the people in the room. Besides, you aren’t some rookie flyboy anymore: you, for better or worse, are considered a proper pilot. As an adult woman, you can swallow down a childhood crush for a couple hours.

Then, maybe, you can go home and masturbate about it.

“Wonderful,” Mei Mei says it in a way where you doubt she really thinks it's wonderful at all. She waits a moment, that crisp smile still pulled tight, "Well?"

There’s the moment, where your guard is down and the soft belly of your emotions is exposed. “Uh-”

“Our darling-” she stresses that word and the man in question seems stiffer, if that’s even possible- “darling Senator said as soon as possible. Start moving.”

You don't wait for any further instruction. In a bit of a scramble, you turn on your heel and leave, careful not to let the door slam. The lack of sleep is still tight in your muscles, but you push through and head towards the bay. There was no instruction of exactly where to go or what you’re flying, but that doesn’t matter.

As long as you know who is onboard, it’ll be a nightmare.

Masterlist | part two

[candycandy00]

This is the Welcome Post and the Fanfic Masterlist!

Requests for full fanfics are closed indefinitely! Choose Your Own Price Commissions are currently open! See info about commissioning me here.

Requests for Headcanons are currently open!

Headcanons are just my opinions on things, like how I think the characters would react to certain things or how they would behave in certain situations. Examples: “How would Shigaraki react to his girlfriend naming her pet cat after him?” Or “How would the JJK guys behave if you dragged them to a Denny’s at 3am?”

About Me

I’m currently 39 😱 I’m obsessed with the color pink and I’m a country girl (born, raised, and currently live in the Appalachian mountains). I speak with a thick southern accent. I collect figures. I’m a huge nerd in every way. I love comic books (both manga and American comics), video games (mostly JRPG’s, Otome/Dating Sims, and Survival Horror), Star Wars, Kaiju/Tokusatsu, and all things Horror. I read a lot, mostly fantasy and horror. I grew up in a conservative religious household and I’m still trying to unlearn a lot of bullshit, so please bear with me.

I write for two fandoms currently: Boku no Hero Academia and Jujutsu Kaisen. I might write for others at some point and I’ve written tons for other fandoms over the years. I also write original fiction. I would deeply appreciate any support (reblogs/comments/likes) for my original stuff because that’s where my true passion lies. I’m somewhat slow with posting updates to my fics but I promise I’m trying. I tag my x Reader fics with the x reader tag so that people who hate x reader can filter it out easily. I haven’t always done this so I’m in the process of going back and properly tagging everything.

I mostly post my writings here. It’s mostly fanfiction but there are some headcanons and opinionated rants here and there. I’m trying to go back and tag them all. You can look for the tags “Jjk headcanons” and “bnha headcanons” (that’s what I’ll be tagging them). Otherwise I mostly just reblog fanart and gif sets. I reblog fanfiction over on @candycandyreblogs. Consider it a curated library of excellent stories. Feel free to follow it! Every fanfic on there is amazing!

I’m always up for making friends! So feel free to message me and chat!

Boku no Hero Academia:

Shigaraki, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Twice, Spinner, Hawks.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso.

No minors, no animals, no scat/pee/vomit.

I’m fine with dark content/rape/horror/gore/etc. I can do NSFW or SFW. Please specify if it’s not clear in your request.

Please specify the gender of the Reader (any gender is fine, no gender is fine).

That’s it! Anon is always on!

Feel free to ask me questions, give me suggestions, or just chat!

Headers by @kuroov

Just a list of the fics I've written so far so you can easily find what you'd like to read! If I've missed a fic or have a bad link or anything, please let me know!

All fics are arranged newest to oldest! All fics are 18+ and contain smut, as well as have Fem Readers, unless stated otherwise!

Shigaraki x Reader

Shower Duty (Prison AU, Noncon/Dubcon)

Office Life (Gender Neutral Reader, Dub Con, Violent Fantasies)

The Scarecrow Walks at Night (Halloween fic, Shig as a Scarecrow)

Tentacle Tomura (Tentacles, Anal)

The Pirate and the Mermaid (AU) (Three Parts!)

Too Intense For you? (BDSM)

Reader Uses Mind Control Quirk on Shig

Dark Carnival Chapter 1 (Whips, Blood, Death)

Playing a Fighting Game - Loser has to Strip

Shy Reader Giving Shig a Christmas Present

Sitting on Shig's Lap While he Plays Games

Exhibitionism

Shig Corrupts Shy Hero's Sidekick Reader

Size Kink - Shig With Short Reader

Mommy Kink

Breath Play/Choking

Break Time (Reader is a Waitress with a Crush on Shig)

Dabi x Reader

Waxwork (Dabi as a Vampire + Werewolf)

The Visitors (Post Ending, Touya in Prison) NO SMUT

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Four Parts!)

Dabi Under a Lust Quirk

Dabi with Innocent Nun Reader

Piercing/Torture

Teasing that Leads to Rape/Non-Con

Trending Topics (Dabi Sees Reader's Pervy Tweets About Him)

Lazy Sex

Breeding Kink

Mr. Compress X Reader

The Experiment (Horror, Gore, Halloween Fic, Compress as a mad scientist)

Dark Carnival Chapter 2 (Blood, Gore, Death)

Mr. Compress x Reader With Bunny Quirk

Twice x Reader

Dark Carnival Chapter 3 (Horror, Blood, Gender Neutral Reader) (Three Parts!)

Non-X Reader

League of Villains Heroes (Set after the end of the manga, the League has split up and are in therapy, but a new threat turns them into reluctant heroes.) Multi-Chapter. NO SMUT. (In Progress!)

Unmerry Christmases (Platonic ShigaDabi) NO SMUT

AFO x All Might Aladdin AU Master/Slave Dub-Con

Sukuna X Reader

Father Sukuna’s Discipline (AU, Sukuna as a priest, spanking, rough sex, reader as a nun)

The Doll House (AU, BDSM, Erotic Torture, Needles, Clamps, etc.) (Four Parts!)

Breaking You (Rape/Noncon, Blood, Torture, Humiliation, Double Penetration)

Serve Me, Save Me (Reader is a Rape Victim who joins Sukuna’s Harem after he inadvertently saves her) Part 1 | Part 2

The Offering (Dark, Dubcon, Blood, Rough) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Gojo x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Dubcon, Chubby Reader, Pet Play, Anal, Bullying) (Four Parts!)

In The Library (College AU, Gojo and Geto bully Reader, Rape, Dark)

Promotion (Power Dynamics, Reader wants Gojo to promote her to Grade 1)

Christmas Past (Fluff, Drabble, Gojo x Geto in flashback) NO SMUT

Pick Me Up (Gojo x Reader x Geto, Halloween fic, Serial Killer AU) (Five Parts!)

Human (Rape, Torture, Blood, Dark, Reader is a cursed spirit) (Two Parts!)

Little Miss Nobody (Plot, Rough Sex, Gojo is an asshole) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Geto x Reader

In The Library (College AU, Gojo and Geto bully Reader, Rape, Dark)

The Doll House (Dubcon, Humiliation, Public Nudity, Dom/Sub Dynamics, AU) (Four Parts!)

Pick Me Up (Gojo x Reader x Geto, Halloween fic, Serial Killer AU) (Five Parts!)

Toji x Reader

Forest Guide (Toji as a Werewolf, Rape, Breeding)

His Favorite Target (Toji is hired to kill you)

The Doll House (AU, Size Difference, Age Difference, Cock Drunkenness, Use of Aphrodisiacs) (Four Parts!)

Nanami x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Reader is afraid of men.) (Four Parts!)

Choso x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Dom!Reader, Sub Choso, Teasing, Collars, Pegging) (Four Parts!)

Multi-Character

JJK Men as Pervy Mall Santas

Original X Reader

Roses in the Sky (Alien x Reader, Sci-Fi, Novel Length, Romance) (In Progress!)

#shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #Toji x reader #bnha x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #league of villains x reader

[angelltheninth]

SFW Masterlist Part 5

DC COMICS

Giving Jason the Silent Treatment

Jason, Dick, Wally and Clark React to Your Confession

Soft Mornings with DC Characters

Dick Grayson Taking Care of Your Injury After a Mission

Jason, Dick, Wally and Clark Kissing You

MCU

MCU Characters + Domestic Fluff

Fake to Real Boyfriend Bucky Barnes

MCU Characters + Flirting or Pining

Comforting a Touch-Starved Bucky Barnes

MCU Characters when You Get Hurt on a Mission

Morbius Takes Care of You When You Faint From Seeing Blood

AVATAR

Getting Close to Aonung

Netheyam and Lo'ak when You Purr

Aonung with a Shy Omaticaya Reader

Lo'ak with a Human Girlfriend whose Mask Breaks

Himbo Aonung Headcanons

Lo'ak with an Insecure Reader

Avatar Men When They Purr

Neteyam when You Take a Bullet for Him

Tsu'tey Helps You When You Get Lost

Avatar Men + Where They Like to Kiss You

Avatar Men Reacting to Your Confession

Avatar Men + One Bed Trope

Neteyam and Lo'ak when You Call Them Cute

Neteyam and Lo'ak + First Kiss

Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Aonung, Tonowari + Falling Asleep on Them

Na'vi Tail Movement Meanings

Neteyam and Lo'ak Being Handsy

Tsu'Tey Saying "I see you." to You for the First Time

Neteyam, Tsu'Tey, Aonung, Tonowari when You're Happy to See Them

Making Out with Avatar Men and Touching Their Tails

Tsu'Tey and Tonowari when You're Pregnant

Avatar Men Reacting to You Jokingly Rejecting Cuddles

Mutual Third-Wheeling with Avatar Men

Avatar Men when You Give Them a Bracelet or a Necklace

Neteyam, Lo'ak, Aonung and Rotxo Using Your Lap as a Pillow

Fic Tropes with Avatar Men

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Kissing

Roommates to Lovers with Fushiguro Megumi

Indirect Kisses with JJK Characters

Childhood Friends to Lovers with Nobara Kugisaki

Arranged Marriage with Nanami Kento

Jujustu Kaisen Men Laying on Your Lap

CHAINSAW MAN

Secret Relationship with Denji, Aki, Power, Makima and Angel Devil

Prince Aki Courting You

Chainsaw Man Quartet Carry You to Bed

Chainsaw Man Quartet with an Easily Flustered Reader

Aki Surprises You with A Pillow Fort Date

STAR WARS

Din Djarin Realizes His Feelings for You

Getting Flirty with Din Djarin while Repairing the Razor Crest

Rivals to Lovers with Din Djarin

Secret Relationship with Anakin Skywalker

The Bad Batch Being the Big Spoon or Little Spoon

ARCANE

Jinx, Vi, Ekko and Caitlyn when Your Ex Shows Up

Arcane Characters when You Get Kidnapped

Patching Sevika Up After a Bar Fight

Arcane Characters Being Your Co-Workers

GENSHIN IMPACT

Clothes Sharing with Genshin Men

Hugging Childe, Xiao and Scaramouche from Behind

Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and Zhongli Getting Hugs

Genshin Men as Lovers

Genshin Men + Spending Valentine's Day with Them

Genshin Men + Coffeeshop AU

Kaeya, Ayato, Kaveh, Al-Haitham Getting Head Pats

Dottore and Zhongli During an Argument

Thoma and Childe with a Physically Affectionate S/O

Relationship with Both Al-Haitham and Kaveh

Working Out with Thoma, Gorou and Al-Haitham

Genshin Men + Love at First Sight

CALL OF DUTY

Taking Care of a Drunk and Sick Task Force 141

Simon with a Civilian S/O

Touch-Starved Simon Being Clingy After a Mission

Task Force 141 Seeing You Again After a One Night Stand

Working Out with Simon

Fake Relationship with Simon

TWISTED WONDERLAND

TWST Dorm Leaders Painfully Pining for You

Leona Making You Flustered

Deuce, Jamil and Vil Reacting to You Kissing Them in Public

TWST Dorm Leaders + Romance Tropes

TWST Dorm Leaders Reacting to an Accidental Kiss

BLUE LOCK

Blue Lock Boys + Walking You Home From a Date

Blue Lock Boys + Giving Them Valentine's Day Chocolate

Aftercare with Reo

Playing Spin the Bottle with Blue Lock Men but it Lands on Someone Else

Kunigami Rensuke Being a Cuddly Boyfriend

Kisses Before a Game with Team Blue Lock

Sae, Rin, Kunigami and Kaiser Getting Pinned in an Argument

Blue Lock Men Meeting Your Parents

Taking a Shower with Kunigami Rensuke

Team Blue Lock when Their Teammate Hits on You

Making Out with Blue Lock Men

Blue Lock Boys When You Mark Them

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie, Steve and Billy Being Your Secret Boyfriend

Fake Relationship with Eddie, Steve and Billy

Stranger Things Men + Makeout Spots

Sharing a Bed Headcanons with Eddie, Steve and Billy

VIKINGS

Viking Men Coming Home from a Battle

Viking Men Being Possessive

Viking Men Being Protective when They Catch Other Looking

Ragnar Lothbork Comforts You After a Nightmare

#dc comics x reader #marvel x reader #avatar x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #chainsaw man x reader #blue lock x reader #star wars x reader #arcane x reader #genshin impact x reader #call of duty x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #stranger things x reader #vikings x reader

[rarepears]

Ask game title: Angel of the Dark, Lost in the Winter

In which Gojo somehow gets thrown into Tatooine and gets mistaken by little child Anakin to be a lost Angel.

Naturally Gojo ends up being Anakin's teacher and role model in all things curse energy (which is similar enough to the Force apparently that some weirdos calling themselves Jedi keep calling Gojo a fallen Jedi(?) and keeps trying to stalk the trio - Gojo, Anakin, and Shmi) as well as general obnoxiousness.

Good thing there's Shmi to keep Gojo at bay... sort of. Gojo 100% encourages Anakin's piloting skills if only to go pick up Gojo's various dessert orders. Anakin also has his first crush.

Qui Gon Jinn doesn't know what's going to hit him.

[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]

#make up fake fic title ask game #star wars #star wars idea #anakin skywalker #anakin #tatooine #jjk #jjk ideas #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru on tatooine au