#phos!reader

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Christmas Special

Phos!Reader x Teen!Gojo Satoru and Teen!Geto Suguru

Warnings: Gojo - centric, usual angst, fluff if you squint, major character death, dead bodies, set in 2006, lots of talks of politics, death, murder, trauma, morals, etc, borderline bullying? (Satoru is a jerk), self - blaming, grief, and all it's stages, trouble processing and understanding emotions, Gojo is seriously just his own warning

Notes: Merry Christmas!!!

"You're weak. Why do you bother being a sorceror?"

Satoru's words make you freeze, eyes widening at their bluntness. He doesn't react, however, because in his mind, he's simply telling you the truth.

You're weak. He's known that from the moment you set foot in this classroom almost three months ago.

He doesn't understand why Suguru and Shoko seem so fond of you. All you do is get into trouble, injure yourself, and make it everyone's problem to save you. You can't fight, your Cursed Technique is subpar, not to mention that you're annoying.

Stepping into battle like some sort of self-righteous hero knowing full well that if a curse so much as touches you, you'll crumble. Literally. That's another thing he finds annoying about you. How easily your skin chips and cracks like porcelain revealing an ocean of Phosphophyllite underneath.

You can't lift anything heavy, you can't fight, you can't help out without injuring yourself, you're clumsy, you're annoying, and the list could go on.

What he finds the most annoying about you, however, is your soft voice going, "Gojo - san, are you alright? You look tired", "Gojo - san, you should rest, you don't need to use your technique so often", "Gojo - san, you haven't eaten yet, so I brought you this, I hope you don't mind".

Gojo - san this, Gojo - san that, God. You drive him crazy. How do you manage to see through every front he puts up? Every act? Even Shoko and Suguru can't see through it, and yet you have the audacity to call him out.

You're a liability in battle, and you're practically useless, more like the team's overglorified mascot. So, for the life of him, Satoru doesn't understand why everyone likes you so much. Even Nanami, his grouchy underclassman, doesn't seem to mind you.

What annoys Satoru the most, however, is the tug his heart feels when he looks at you. Because no matter how he tries to deny it, you're growing on him like a parasite, and a part of him wishes he was as close to you as they were.

"I am weak." You agree, seemingly taking no offence to Satoru's question. It's just you and him in the classroom. You're standing at your desk, bag still in hand, and he's sitting a desk, two desks behind yours. Shoko and Suguru are still on their way, and he's taken this opportunity to ask you what he's been dying to.

Satoru's eyes widen at your response.

"If you know you're weak, why do you try so hard? It's kind of pathetic, you know." His brows furrow, glasses sliding down his nose bridge as he tilts his head.

"I- because, I'm selfish, I guess." You say softly.

There it is again. That annoying soft tone of voice that makes his chest hurt whenever he hears it.

"I know I'm weak, but I want to keep trying. I want to fight. One day, I want to be able to repay everyone for everything they've done for me. Yaga - sensei, Shoko, Suguru, Ken, Yuu. Even you, Gojo - san. I want you to be able to rely on me. I want to be able to protect innocent people like you guys do. So I hope you can bear with me for a little more, Gojo - san. I'm sorry for being such a burden, but I promise I'll pay you back." You say earnestly, looking Gojo in the eye.

Satoru's eyes widen, and he's silent for a moment. Before he bursts out laughing.

You suddenly feel embarrassed. You were being serious and heartfelt, and all Gojo does in response is laugh.

"What's with that? Did you quote that from an anime?" He cackles, hitting the desk with one hand and holding his stomach with the other.

"I- I did not! I was being honest!" You defend, feeling the heat tinting your cheeks.

"If- if you really want to repay me, buy me something sweet from the vending machine." Satoru stutters between fits of giggles.

"OK, I'm on it." You nod, turning on your tail to leave the class. A hand grabs your shoulder, stopping you.

"Where are you going?" Satoru asks, leaning down to look you in the eye.

"The vending machine?" You reply, brows furrowed in confusion.

"You're going now?"

"Yeah? I'll be back really quickly."

Satoru scoffs, but there's a smile on his face nonetheless.

"Really? I'll time you then. You have 5 minutes." He challenges, smirking as he tilts his head at you.

"5- 5 minutes?" You stutter, eyes wide. The vending machine was on the other side of the school. There's no way you'd make it back in 5 minutes.

"Yeah. The clock is ticking. Didn't you say you'd pay me for saving your butt all those times?" He mocks.

Satoru's eyes widen as you put down your bag, determination clear on your face.

"I did. I might not be back in 5 minutes, but I'll be back in less than 10!"

"Hey, wait-"

And with that, you've rushed out the classroom, leaving Satoru absolutely bewildered. As he sticks his head out the door, watching you run and almost slip multiple times, Satoru thinks he's figured it out. He understands why Shoko and Suguru keep you around.

You're amusing. And he wants to get closer to you.

Unfortunately, things never go as planned. And if Satoru had known the outcome before, he would have tried to get to know you much sooner.

Things change quickly when you're a Jujutsu Sorceror. People come and go, live, and die. They change, they evolve. People grow apart, and people grow closer.

Regardless, it's not a pleasant feeling when you lose someone close to you. 

Gojo Satoru had never thought the day would come when he'd feel regret. He was the strongest, after all. Everything he wanted he got. The world was his oyster. Money, power, good looks, everything. So it's safe to say that loss was also a new concept to him.

A feeling he decided he'd prefer to live without.

It hurt in a way he couldn't explain. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, as if there were something heavy on his chest. Almost as if he were having an out of body experience but could feel whatever the stranger he saw when he looked in the mirror felt. Pain. Anger. Despair.

Cold and light. That's how your body felt in his arms. He couldn't bear to look at the white cloth covering it. This, this couldn't be you. This body in his arms, the broken shards of its head cutting into the cloth.

Yet it was still vivid. Amanai Riko running out and finding him, letting him know that you had died saving her. A bullet straight to the head. Pushing her into Suguru's arms and telling him to run with your last breath. Riko's tear filled face as she begged for him to help Suguru because she couldn't bear to have anyone else die because of her.

Since then, he's felt numb. It hasn't faded. The coldness in his skin, the haze of his reality, brain clouded as it was forced to process the events that had taken place.

"Suguru... should we kill them all? I probably wouldn't feel anything right now."

Did he say something? The words don't register in his mind. Was that his voice? Raw and soft.

Them. The higher-ups. If only he had known earlier that they were supportive of your death. That there was a bounty for your head somewhere.

He didn't know why. He didn't know anything. You had kept so much to yourself. Just what were you dealing with alone? All this time, smiling wide, eyes always sparkling, hiding everything behind your carefree, happy - go - lucky persona.

You didn't deserve this. You of all people. You weren't weak. You were sweet, kind, caring, and selfless to a fault.

This was not you. Lifeless in his arms. You were never this cold.

He remembered it, how warm your hands were all those time your fingers brushed his forehead to check if he was well, when your fingers brushed his whenever you handed him something, how warm they were when you held his face in your hands and scolded him for being reckless. He remembered it vividly.

What would you say if you saw him now? The exhaustion in his face, the blankness in his eyes, the way his- his hands were... trembling?

He could hear your voice, clear as day.

"Gojo - san! What happened to you!"

"You should really take care of yourself more, what were you thinking?"

"I don't care if you're one of the strongest! You're a teenager. Right now, you're just Satoru, and you're going to learn to be kinder to yourself. You- you don't deserve this."

What did Satoru deserve? Was it really kindness? Care? Gentleness? Love? He had messed up. If he had been stronger, he could have saved you. If he had been stronger, you wouldn't be dead in his arms.

What was the point of awakening his powers when they weren't there when it mattered? What was the point of being the strongest if he couldn't protect the people he cared about? The people he loved?

What made matters worse was finding out the higher-ups were happy you were gone. The people that had singlehandedly been the cause for his suffering. His. Suguru's. Shoko's. Yours. Those filthy old bags who only thought of themselves.

What would really happened if he killed them all? Would it really be such a bad thing? Weren't they supposed to be the pillars of the Jujutsu world? The elders for people to look up to and learn from. A symbol of hope, something, anything even remotely positive, beneficial to the future of the young next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerors?

All they had done was applaud the death of someone innocent. A teenager. A child. How dare these self-righteous ba-

Your hand falls from the covers of the white sheet, hanging limply.

Satoru's brain goes blank. A pale arm, an empty hand, and familiar phosphophyllite fingernails.

"No need. It's meaningless." Suguru's voice is low, as if the reality that you're gone hasn't hit him yet. His eyes linger on your hand. The palm that patted his back, the fingers that ran through his hair, the hand that was so warm in his.

Before he can stop himself, he finds his own hand grasping it. It's cold. He drops it like the contact physically hurt him.

"Without the higher-ups, the Jujutsu world will go up in flames. And even if they die, there's the possibility even worse people will come into power. Killing them won't bring her back either."

His words don't make sense, even to him, but Suguru utters them nonetheless. The look in Satoru's eye is enough to tell him that if he doesn't do anything, today will mark the beginning of a massacre. And although he feels the same anger Satoru does, Suguru's moral compass, as well as his understanding of the type of person you are... stops him.

"Meaning... huh?" Satoru repeats.

The Satoru in front of him is not the Satoru Suguru knows. The playful, snarky, overburdened boy replaced by something else. Something unfamiliar. Something... cold.

"Do we need that?"

Suguru hesitates for a split second. The girl in Satoru's arms is just as unfamiliar. A bubbly, bright, kind girl replaced by something else. Something unfamiliar. Something... almost sinful. A shell. An empty shell. The existence it harboured long gone. A disgrace to the being it had once been.

"Yeah. It's very important... for sorcerors."

Your corpse wouldn't decompose. The crystallisation forming a perfect seal to your body, and perhaps that's why they can't bring themselves to immediately bury you.

Clinging onto the false hope that perhaps you'd wake up, bounce back like always. Familiar head of teal hair poking over Suguru's shoulder, a second softer set of footsteps padding behind Satoru's, a warm hand flinching at the touch of Shoko's cold ones.

It's sickening. How quiet everything has become in your absence. How the shadows seem darker due to the absence of your light.

Perhaps you wouldn't know it, but your death was beneficial in a way. Suguru spiralled into depression but your words of the past kept him strong, and somehow, he managed to graduate with Satoru and Shoko.

They left an empty seat between them at graduation. Your certificate is still in Shoko's office to this day.

Your warnings and nagging that reminded everyone of their mother saved Haibara's life. You had always told them to never accept missions alone, and it was thanks to your words ringing in his head that Nanami became paranoid while Haibara was out on a mission. This led to him going out to check on Haibara and ended in him saving his life.

It was almost idealistic how almost everyone graduated that year. A rare thing in the Jujutsu World to have so many young people survive.

Satoru jokes its because you took on the unwanted burden and closed the gates of Heaven yourself. You always did. Eating the bitter parts of his food that he didn't like, letting everyone choose first when Yaga gave you rewards, not touching your food until everyone had started eating. You always took on the unpleasantries so that everyone else could live without knowing suffering.

Why did everyone deserve happiness except for you?

Why did everyone deserve to live except for you?

"Gojo - Sensei."

"So even Sensei sleeps, huh?"

"Of course he does. What kind of nonsense is that?"

Satoru's eyelids flutter. He pulls up his blindfold, his vision coming into focus as he sees a blurry image of his students.

For a split moment, he's in high school again. He's in his second year, and he's sleeping before class. He hears soft footsteps approach him. Feels someone lean down near him, but he's not scared. Not even annoyed.

Rather, he plays dumb and waits in anticipation. There's butterflies bursting in his chest, a smile pulling at his face that's hidden in his arms. Smirking at the familiar scent of yuzu and caramel engulfing his senses. He'd chosen it, after all.

"Gojo - san? Wake up, class is about to start."

"Gojo - sensei!"

But when his visions focuses fully, he realises it's been 12 years and his beloved students have visited his office.

"Oh, he's awake!"

There's a red rim to Satoru's eyes, but it's almost unnoticeable. He smiles before pulling his blindfold back down.

"Please don't fall asleep after summoning us all here." Megumi states.

Satoru stands up, and Yuji and Nobara are quick to fight over who gets to sit on his chair.

"What are you smiling about?"

It's today. By 4 that morning, Satoru had found himself sat in front of a familiar grave. He was always the first to visit. He brings a bouquet of white heliotrope and places it on the grave. He crouches in front of it, his blindfold tucked away in his pocket.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear Y/n. Happy Birthday to you."

If there's one thing Satoru wishes, it's that he was able to tell you his feelings truthfully while you were still alive. It's unhealthy, but he finds himself uttering the same three words on every occasion to a stone in the ground.

If only he could have seen your pretty face while he uttered them in person.

Satoru doesn't know if he believes in the afterlife, but he hopes you're listening. And maybe, just maybe, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, repeating the words in hopes he'd somehow hear.

"It's nothing."

A lie. Because deep down, Satoru knows he's thinking about a certain place, a certain person.

Maybe in his next life, he can finally go home to you.

[morethanmemory]

Cold on during a night?

Crawl into Phosphorus' bed without anyone noticing so the guards can have a little freakout in the morning <3

Pairing: Doctor Phosphorus/Reader

Warnings: None; Some suggestive touching

Notes: Thank you for the request, anon! Just some short Phosphorus fluff for y'all (: Reader has draconic heritage so Phosphorus's radioactive flames don't burn because uhhh I said so ! Y'all will not believe the amount of research I did on underground temperatures and sewer lines just to see if it made sense for the non-human wing to be cold, and yes, Belle Reve (according to wiki) is in Louisiana!

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Winter at Belle Reve is, by far, the worst season. This deep underground, the Non-Human Internment Division should be marginally warmer than the world above, but fifty years of deteriorating, shitty-to-begin-with insulation has left the entire wing about as toasty as the North Pole. The old concrete does little to ward off the night chill, especially when it rains. Nestled within a web of storm drains and sewer lines, coupled with crappy plumbing, the Non-Human wing is the unfortunate victim of leaky pipes and dank cells every Louisiana winter.

Phosphorus's personal hellhole is no exception.

Plink. A drop lands on his brow, evaporating the moment it touches his radioactive skin. Hiss. He turns with a grumble, tugging the threadbare, itchy blanket over his head. Plink. Another droplet hits his foot. Hiss.

Cold. Wet. Miserable. Winter at Belle Reve is, by far, the worst season.

But, there is one bright side.

The air vent in the center of his room shudders, filling the cell with the groan of rusty metal. A second later, you're unceremoniously tumbling from his ceiling like a baby bird tossed from its nest. You land by his bed in a crumpled heap, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter.

With a pained moan, you get to your feet, dusting off the cobwebs that cling to your uniform.

"You really stuck the landing this time," he snickers softly as he props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you.

"Fuck off," you hiss under your breath. You pick a dead spider from between the silver scales running up your forearm and flick it at him with a scoff. It burns to a crisp as he yelps in disgust.

Still, he lifts his blanket as you pad nearer.

"You're a terrible house guest."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you apologize dramatically, placing a hand over your heart as you hover above him. "You must forgive me. I believe I forgot my fucks in the air ducts about three cells back."

You can hear him rolling his eyes even as he reaches up to place his hand on your hip.

"You're a real comedian tonight, aren't you?" he murmurs playfully. His hand slides to the small of your back, gently pulling you down beside him. The old mattress springs shriek in squeaky horror beneath your combined weight, squealing as you both shuffle under the single sheet.

You stifle a laugh as his head hits the concrete wall behind him in his haste to make space for you, and Phosphorus pinches your hip in retaliation.

"Shut it, Smaug the Terrible," he mutters, drawing you closer. "I'm trying to be a gentleman."

A soft chuckle slips past your lips, and you fix him with an amused look. "You? A gentleman?"

"Is it that unbelievable?"

Your silence answers him loud and clear.

"Asshole," he huffs, pulling the blanket over you, and you can't help but giggle.

His warmth, radioactive and sickly as it is, is a welcome reprieve from the biting cold of the cell. The phosphorescent glow of his skin illuminates your features, glinting off your silver scales like the Northern Lights dancing over a dark lake. Soft shadows stretch themselves over the rough scutes along your brow and cheeks, and you let out a quiet, happy hum as he gently traces the jagged trail of scales with his thumb.

He doesn't tell you that you're hogging the blanket or that you've yanked it high enough to leave his feet bared to the seemingly endless drip of freezing water from the pipes above. Instead, Phosphorus lazily drapes his arm around your waist and tugs you closer.

"You'd think we'd at least get upgraded to bigger beds for saving the world," he grouses, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt in search of soft skin and sharp scales.

"What, the ping-pong table wasn't thanks enough?"

Phosphorus snorts out a light laugh and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I would've preferred they approved my other request."

"The cafeteria soda fountain?" you grin as the tip of his thumb drags along your bottom lip. He leans closer, close enough that you can feel his breath dance down the bridge of your nose. Slowly, Phosphorus tips your head back until your warm eyes meet his hollow sockets.

"Yeah, sure," he whispers, lips brushing your own. "The soda fountain."

You can't see it, but you know he's smiling, can feel the curve of it as his lips press against yours. And then, he's kissing you. Slow, soft, sweet. He cradles your face in the same hand that's melted through the flesh and bone of countless men. His touch, though, is anything but deadly.

The hand under your shirt travels higher, mapping out the arch of your spine and the ridge of razor-sharp spikes running up it, and you whine for more. More of this tenderness neither of you have known in so, so long. The tip of his tongue drags over the seam of your lips, and you let him in without a fight. Sharp words fail you both in the face of this soft sweetness. The warmth that rolls off his tongue is still unfamiliar but not unwelcome. It seeps into every fiber of your being, liquid hot in your veins, molten metal down your throat. You should burn beneath his hands, crumble to ash and dust like everything else he's ever known, but you don't.

Your hands swiftly find their way to his jaw with a clumsy desperation, and sparks shoot across his skin as your scales scrape against it. He moans into your open mouth, fighting down a hungry growl, but his body betrays him. His hand hikes your shirt up; his hips roll against your own. He's kissing you a little faster, a little harder.

Plink.

The splatter of one, two, three droplets of ice-cold water against your forehead cuts through the building heat between the two of you, and you pull away with a quiet giggle. Phosphorus groans, a low rumble caught between irritation and amusement, chasing after your lips.

Plink. Plink. He sneezes as a few drops of water tickle his nose. Hiss.

With a defeated sigh and a final nip at your bottom lip, Phosphorus relents, surrendering to the battalion of leaking pipes. At least, he thinks, you're still here, laughing in his arms. As your laughter fades, you bury your face in his chest and breathe him in deep. He smells like the world after a thunderstorm, and your eyes drift shut as you commit the scent to memory.

"Don't let me fall asleep," you yawn, nestling yourself against him despite how his prison-issued shirt scratches your cheeks. "The guards—"

"I know," he shushes you, kissing your forehead. "I won't."

He tries his best. Really, he does. He talks to you about everything under the sun. Nuclear physics, his favorite composer, the time he watched Weasel spend five minutes trying to hack up a fork. You tell him about ancient runes, your favorite authors, the time you ate a police officer (completely in self-defense) and nearly choked on his femur.

Leaving before sun-up, sneaking out before the guards catch you, making sure you don't fall asleep so the scales you've grown above the tracker in your neck can stay up and disrupt the location transmission—they're all an excuse. Because, truth be told, all either of you really want are a few more stolen moments. Another story shared in hushed whispers beneath his fraying bedsheet. Another teasing touch that leaves you both wanting more. Another hour, minute, second. You don't remember falling asleep.

When you wake, it's to angry shouts and rough hands. One moment, you're wrapped up in Phosphorus's sturdy arms; the next, you're face down in a puddle of dirty water on the floor of his cell, pinned down by a guard that smells of nacho cheese. You feel the unmistakable burn of blazing radiation fill the tiny room, see the bright glare of his skin flaring like wildfire before your eyes, hear a shrill shriek of a horrified guard echo against the concrete walls. For a split second, you think it might actually work this time, that your fight for a few more moments won't be futile, but a skull-splitting pain rips through your body. You know Phosphorus feels it too when he limply lands beside you with a dull thud.

Your eyes meet, and with the little strength he has left after the shock, Phosphorus reaches out to brush his hand against yours.

Solitary confinement for the week is worth it. Every time.

[hansooyung]

i was watching the fall of a world like i was turning pages.

@animangacreators favorite animanga challenge: omniscient reader's viewpoint.

[haroun31]

Let me take care of you

●|Y!Phosphophyllite x gem!reader|●

●Dark theme--Obsession--Violence--Read only if you are in the right mind set

●I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THAT IS WRITE IN HERE! IF YOU FIND IN A SIMILIAR SITUATION PLS SEEK HELP!!!

(This is an old one shot I wrote like two years ago but never posted, might had it on my book Hnkxreader on Quotev, need to think about it)

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How could this have happened? No wait, that was a question you already knew the answer to, the real question was why hadn't you done anything? You watched his mental health decline step by step, piece by piece. It had all started when Antarcticite had been taken away during that tiring winter but to tell the truth perhaps the nightmare had started even before then. Slowly like a virus, it first made sure to make its way among the colorful inclusions and then exploded in a catastrophe. 

"Im sorry. . .sniff. . .Im s-so sorry. . ."

What kind of friend were you? Can you really call yourself a friend? After all, you didn't do anything special, you only treated him with decency, like a normal friend, you never really got angry at him. It wasn't like you to get angry anyway. And deep down it made you a little sad to always see him all alone in the middle of the vast expanse of grass. Yes, he was certainly lively and a little awkward but you didn't really understand why the other gems felt such contempt towards the peppermint one. 

Clink. . .clank. . .tap. . .clink. . .tap. . .

Maybe you should have listened to them though. 

At a certain point everything had degenerated, you had lost Morga, Goshe, Ghost and Phos' head replaced by that of Lapis. Then the latter was captured and taken to the moon only for him to return completely changed. He no longer seemed like your old friend, he seemed more like a stranger to you. Since he returned from the moon he had become much clingier than usual, almost to the point of being suffocating, as if with every step you took he was at your side, as if every time you went on patrol you could feel his pearly white eye burning your back.

And then out of the blue he asked you to go with him to the moon. On the moon? At that moment you thought that the Lunarians had brainwashed him and this was another one of their stunts to capture you all.

You refused. 

And maybe it was a mistake. Like a switch Phos flipped from calm to panicked. He immediately tried to make you change your mind, even going so far as to beg you and you had the feeling that he would even threaten you if he didn't give in to your umpteenth no. You had seen how the Lunarians had changed Phos, you didn't want the same thing to happen to you. 

Maybe you should have been the one to convince him not to return to the moon but the truth was that you no longer saw him as the friend you knew and loved. That Phos had already been dead for some time. 

"I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me. . .p-please, I didn't mean. . .it" 

Then he returned and the earth gems destroyed him and threw his pieces around the island. The one you had you put it under the pillow of your bed. A beautiful fragment of phosphophyllite. It reminded you of the past. But then he was rebuilt by someone and managed to escape. You had an idea who the culprit might have been but revealing it wouldn't change anything. 

You never saw him again until that fateful day. A festive day that should have been reserved for nothing but joy and fun. How ironic. All of you were unaware that the gateway to hell would open that night. Especially, for some reasons. For you. 

Thousands of sunspots appeared in the sky covering it with spots, then from the central one your old friends appeared and in the center of them a gem you had never seen. Gem was a kind description, he was more like a demon, devil, monster, call it what you want but that thing had no right to bear the same name as your lovely innocent old friend. 

It was a complete massacre. Most were exterminated by Alex. You had been spared from his fury only because Benito had beheaded him, now only you and Euclase remained in that room. Phos approached you two, almost gleefully stomping on all the fragments. Euclase tried to talk to him but was mercilessly beheaded before being tossed aside like an old doll. 

Now only you were left.

And you knew damn well that you couldn't do shit against him. Because fuck, at the end he was still your damn fucking friend and you cant hurt him. You already did it when you left him. So you didn't mind that much if he destroyed you. It would have been a bit like the pay for not having tried harder to save him. 

So you dropped your sword as his blade cut you in two and you lost consciousness. 

The story should have ended here right? 

"I-I. . .I just wanted everyone to love m-me. . .Im sorry please. . .you are the only one who cares about me. . .im sorry, im sorry, why did I do that?"

So imagine your surprise when you regained consciousness and the school ceiling welcomed you. You weren't fully adjusted yet, you couldn't feel your legs, a portion of your left arm and your head. Trembling hands completed what was the puzzle of your body, feeling that more and more consciousness and memories resurfaced in your mind. Did Sensei manage to calm down Phos? Did Cinnabar or Jade defeat him? 

Yet a long goopy golden string inserting your missed eye was enough to make your non-existent heart stop. Hadn't they made it? Or did Phos had a change of heart? You could hear his incomprehensible, nonsensical muttering in the background with the words he repeated the most being sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry and sorry.

He was sorry.

"Phos?" your voice was uncertain and his muttering stopped when he heard it. Suddenly the gem, demon appeared in your vision. He hadn't changed, still half destroyed with alloy spikes protruding from his neck and back. That pearly white eye stared at you with such intensity that if you had the strength you would have shuddered. From it flowed uninterrupted tears of gold that fell onto your face before sliding down and mixing with some other pool of alloy. 

He was crying.

"____. . .Im sorry! Im sorry for destroying you! I shouldnt have done it! Im sorry, im sorry, please dont be mad at me! You are the only one who was kind to me! You dont deserve this treatment please, please, please, please." he begged with an exasperated tone as his alloy coiled around you like a snake and continued to rebuild you. 

Feeling that your right arm and abdomen were solid enough you slowly sat up looking around "Phos...what happened?" All around you you could see shards of gems littering the floor. Not bodies, just fragments. As if someone had bothered to chop them all up. At the sight of such a massacre you felt like you were about to self-destruct, a small crack had already formed on your cheek and immediately Phos took your face in his hands and brought it back towards his so that you could no longer see anything. 

God, you didn't know which view was worse. The shredded remains of your friends or the demon that took over your old friend's body. 

His touch was too sweet for a monster like him and with a little powder he covered the crack "I crushed everyone"

You could perfectly see it.

"A-And Sensei?"

"I destroyed him too" he responded coldly, a rather frightening contrast to the state he was in initially. He went too quickly from one emotion to another. "What about the Lunarians?" you continued trying to look around but not being able since Phos still has a tigh grip on your face "Aechema had arrived. . .he wanted the eye of Adamant. I gave it to him and told him to leave me alone. I have no idea what they'll do now. The Lunarians who were here. . ." a dark look covered his face and the white eye almost seemed to light up ". . .they're gone dont worry."

You were worried but not for that. Why was Phos rebuilding you? Has he finally achieved his goal? He wanted to destroy Sensei right? So now he will rebuild everyone and then. . .and then you'll finally sort out this whole thing, right? "We will rebuild the others right? You're rebuilding me so the others will come back too?” You asked as his attention shifted to your broken arm. 

"The others. . ." he began, his tone was cold as inverse and it was as if a veil had fallen over his white eye as if he was getting lost in thought "They never cared about me" suddenly his grip on your arm tightened chipping the surface, his expression dark and totally no longer present in this plane of reality "No. . .they don't deserve to come back. . ." you winced at the force trying to wriggle your arm out of his grasp ". . .I wont let them-"

CRACK!

"Ouch fuck!"

You cursed holding your broken arm, fragments of the gems you were made of fallen down reflecting the sunlight. "Oh. . .oops" Phos said completely emotionless looking at the piece of your arm in his hands before trying to take your broken part and even if you tryed to back away it was no use because his alloy held you in place while he worked on fixing you. 

First he was desperate, then he was acting chill and now it was like he was emotionless?! He was such a fucking mess! A ticking bomb ready to detonate at the first mistake. You could have wriggled, screamed, rebelled but looking at the situation you were in, it wasn't as if Phos was hurting you himself, on the contrary, so you decided to let him do it. 

You will pulverized his face in the future.

Plus it seemed like taking care of you calmed him down and made him happy. His touch was loving and delicate as if he was touching the most fragile gem in the world. You just couldn't understand what was going through his mind, this was no longer Phos, but a demon with his appearance. 

Inserting piece after piece he continued his work as you watched him in silence continuing to ask yourself questions that will never be answered. Of course the most common one was, what will happen now? What does the demon in front of you plan? 

Cling, Clang, Tap, Cling, Cling

Inserting the last piece of your right arm you stretched your hand before your eyes examining the beautiful work done, your pupils then dropped to your legs, still broken, and then moved to Phos. At his side were the rest of your legs already rebuilt, all you had to do was attach them. You looked at them and then looked at Phos expecting him to finish the job or at least pass them to you. 

But his white eye simply watched you, his body giving no sign of moving. "Your uniform is destroyed" he pointed out which made you look down at it. It actually wasn't in good shape at all, in fact, it looked like you were wearing rags instead of a uniform. Kneeling at your side the demon picked you up almost abruptly making you let out a gasp at the sudden movement.

"Phos!? Wha? My legs! What about them!?" you shouted at him as you felt the alloy wrap around your body "Phosphophyllite! Give me my fucking legs! Come on!" you exclaimed again noticing how the gem had ignored you. Phos continued his advance towards where Red Beryl's laboratory was without sparing you a glance. Not wanting to play his game anymore you tried to squirm trying to free yourself from his suffocating grip but all you got was the alloy becoming more aggressive to the point of tying your wrists behind your back.

"Oi Phos! What the fuck are you doing!? Answer me damn it!"

"Let me take care of you"

That was all he said to you before entering the laboratory and taking the first clean uniform he could find then he tried to make you wear it having had a lot of difficulty in his attempt as you continued to struggle repeating that you wanted answers. That wasn't an answer! You wanted to know what was going on! Why you were the only one that Phos was rebuilding, why the others were practically reduced to dust, why he didn't want to give you your legs back! Why?! 

After your umpteenth struggle, Phos' patience was wearing thin and he swiftly twisted his alloy around your arms, pinning you practically on top of the table you were sitting on and brought his face within inches of yours. "If you don't stop I'll break your arms too. I don't care. I just need you to be conscious. Understood?" his tone was cold and his eye was empty like a doll's. 

You nodded.

"Good"

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That night Phos cried.

He cried like a baby, hugging you as he continued to tell you how sorry he was for threatening you and that it will never happen again. You didn't believed the last part. He was too unstable, the fact that he was back in his desperate phase was more than enough proof of that. For the moment you had identified 4 main phases that he tended to take on during the day, the desperate, the emotionless, the furious and the calm. The last one was your favorite. It was the only moment he was willing to answer any of your question.

The next few days were hard for you. You hated from the bottom of your soul that you couldn't do anything. Any proposal you made to reconstruct the other gems was immediately shot down and 90% of the time his mood immediately transitioned into the furious phase. Same thing if you tried to rebuild them yourself. With difficulty you dragged yourself towards them trying to sort through the thousand very small fragments. 

Punctually Phos had caught you in the act and was so angry that he grabbed your arm and broke it. He didn't give it back to you until the next day when with a loving touch he reattached it to you and then burst into tears again at the sight of your visible fractures. It was always so tiring to deal with hid mood swing. Walking on eggshell. It was not fun. And you still didn't understand why you were brought back, why only you? 

"You were kind to me, you are kind to me. My friend, my only friend. I don't want the same thing that happened to Antarc to happen to you too. I cant let it happens"

Why then not bringing the others back?

"You never know who might betray you. They destroyed me without even hearing what I had to say. . .I won't let anyone hurt you. Let me take care of you"

Which translated meant, I don't want to suffer anymore, I want to be loved even if it's just an illusion. And the only person he knew who could love him was you. 

And despite all those swing moods, despite the demon that inhabits your old friend, you wanted to help him. You felt like a fool everytime you felt pity for him, he was liyerhelding you captive! It's not fair. It's not fair how that monster uses his appearance to deceive you because he knows you're desperate enough to believe that old Phos is still there somewhere. So when he cries you console him and he absorbs that affection you give him as if it were lifeblood, desperate for more affection. Something he hasnt got in so long.

He loves taking care of you. Heal your wounds. Help you get from one place to another. Hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he's finally useful in something, like he's no longer the pathetic old bumbling gem. It makes him feel good. Because this way he can blame his old self if Antarc had been captured, that if he had been as strong as he is now nothing bad would have happened. 

After the news that the white gem could no longer be returned, Phos no longer wanted to risk it. He didn't want to lose you too. Even though you hadn't wanted to follow him to the moon, you had always been his friend, you had treated him with so much kindness that perhaps not even Sensei had ever treated him that way. You were funny, strong, kind even if you tended to curse a little too much. 

So he was happy to be able to solve your problems. Too bad he was the one who created them. Sure he felt extremely guilty if he broke your arm but then the feeling of fixing you was too intoxicating that he simply forgot. It was so much intoxicating that sometimes he wanted to break you on purpose just to rebuild you. But of course he never did. He loved you too much. He could not. 

"I will protect you"

"From who that the only danger here is you"

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Sometimes you wondered how the gems were doing on the moon. Had they already achieved nothinghess? Were they and the Lunarians already gone? Had they abandoned you? 

But then you saw some sun spots in the sky and your non-existent heart beat faster at the idea that perhaps they would come to save you. To tell you the truth, you wouldn't have cared if they took you away but you wanted your friends to be able to be rebuilt. Obviously, however, Phos destroyed them before they could do anything. 

The only chance you had to save your friends was to take their fragments away from the school and place them in plain sight so that the Lunarians would see them and, once Phos was no longer present, take them. You were aware that you didn't know if they would actually rebuild them but it was the only way to save them. Phos kept controlling you so you couldn't. 

The demon didn't ask questions when you took a bag full of gems with you on your walks. He didnt wondered about it when you asked him to take you away from school and while he watched you scatter the fragments. He thought you couldn't stand to see the remains of your old friends anymore and he understood that. 

He had been thinking about throwing them into the sea for some time but that was fine too.

He didnt care.

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After a few years Phos decided to give you your legs back and you couldn't be more than happy. 

You finally no longer had to rely on Phos to get from one place to another. Not that you can go very far now anyway, in the end you lived on an island. Where would you have fled? In water? 

"Are you happy?"

Phos asked you wrapping his arms around you looking at you with his heterochromatic eyes. After a few years of searching he had managed to find the remains of the fragments of Lapis's head and fix it. "Im happy" he continued in a cheerful tone "I always wanted happiness and I received it with you. Only with you." closing his eyes he put his head in the crooks of your neck, a thin blanket separated you two so that you could destroy each other. 

"I love you" a lil kiss was planted on your cheek that cracked together with his lips.

You loved Phos too.

But this wasn't your adorable old friend but a demon in his guise. 

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[yesimwriting]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNd13EjAY/

Bonus for part 2💀

I imagine lestat freaking tf out because whos this bitch with 7 more chapters than him?

Bcs wdym he spends the holidays at her mothers house?

AND WDYM YOU GUYS DRUNKENLY MARRIED IN GUAREMALA?

THERE'S MORE?? idk who the people in this video are but the dynamic is too good 😭

The foreheads coming together and the look of love in the girl's eyes?? Yeah, so them. Lestat hearing Louis's anecdotes about the holiday season at her mom's house, seeing that bestie is an absolute baddie, and then reading the book to find out there's one person talked about more than him? A potential accidental marriage?

Lestat is fighting for his life to not return to his old ways. He just picks up a pen, writes an absolute masterpiece, and then goes into the studio to record his own version of Lacy.

He only gets more annoyed when this song goes number one, because even when it's not her...it's her.

[cairafea]

houseki no kuni brainrot doodles. ichikawa please release the new chapter soon the hnk countdown twitter account is gonna run out of pages to attach to each tweet

[sunsburns]

OUR BF LUKE COMES BACK TO US THIS WEEK WHO ELSE CHEERED??

[koushuwu]

「DON’T GET EATEN BY YOUR OWN SKILL」

[kairolan]

MY SHOP IS OPEN!

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[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Going Home (Christmas Special pt. 2)

Phos!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Takes place in the afterlife, kinda angsty, the love confession we didn't know we needed <3, the usual catharsis tags

Notes: Our blue eyed King will be back guys, trust (cope). Anyways, I suggest listening to the Bleach Soundtrack Going Home while reading this 🤝 Happy ending though ig

If someone had told Gojo Satoru in high school that he'd be one of the first of all his friends to die, he would have thrown a fit so bad, he probably would have destroyed the entire school building.

But here he was, lying flat on his back, vision blurring as he heard the distressed screams of his friends and students. Everything was fading. He felt like he was underwater, muffled voices and footsteps that wouldn't make it to him in time echoing.

He feels warm. Warmer than he felt in a long time.

Is this death?

His lashes fluttered as he stared at the blurred grey sky, feeling something cold touch his skin. It was snowing. The very first snow of winter and immediately his thoughts were clouded with you.

Satoru blinked, freezing when he found himself standing in a busy street. Nameless faces fading out around him. He was in high school again, or at least, he looked like he was in high school. He scanned his appearance in the window of a shop, noting how he wasn't wearing the familiar red scarf he had adorned so many times in the cold.

He froze. A certain realisation hitting him. If he wasn't wearing that scarf, then-

"Gojo - san!"

Satoru spun on his heel, blue eyes wide and sparkly. In the middle of the crowd, there you were. A familiar figure that had his hands reaching out to grasp any possible part of you that he could reach.

Same phosphophyllite eyes and hair, same concerned gaze, same pretty face and unsteady posture, and of course, his scarf that he had given to you one particularly cold day wrapped tightly around your neck.

"Hey, Satoru? Do you like her?" Suguru asked bluntly. If there was someone who knew Satoru, it was him. He could recognise the longing in his friend's eyes, the way he straightened his back when you were around, teasing you endlessly but dropping everything the moment she needed something.

Today, Suguru had finally had enough. You had been telling them about something mundane. Some show you watched, or some dessert you had tried, Suguru couldn't really remember. While he and Shoko always humoured you, he noticed that Satoru was suspiciously quiet, turning to glance at his friend, ready to ask if he was alright. But what he saw almost made me want to dry heave right then and there.

Gojo Satoru. The Gojo Satoru was staring at your side profile with the kind of lovesick gaze he'd only ever seen on a 13 year old girl in a coming of age movie.

His eyes were so soft around the edges, trained on you as you spoke, a smile so adoring and dreamy on his face that Suguru was almost 100% sure that he wasn't listening to a word you were mumbling. Probably fantasising about your pretty face and how much he wanted to kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, or something gross like that.

Suguru swore there were hearts floating around him and that if he were alone, he'd been kicking his feet, giggling, screaming into his pillow every time he remembered you saying "Gojo - san!" in your sweet voice.

Suguru grimaced at the sight, absolutely flabbergasted. Looking from you, to Satoru, then you, then Satoru, then Shoko, who gave him a knowing smirk. Discreetly kicking his foot under the table.

He had wasted no time to question Satoru after class, sitting on the chair in his dorm room, while Satoru lied on his bed.

"Do you like her?" Suguru repeated, already knowing the answer.

"Does it matter?" Satoru muttered, voice soft in a way Suguru had never heard it.

Where was the cocky boy who acted as if he could do no wrong? The overly confident jerk that knew full well how attractive he was? The boy who wouldn't hesitate to use his charms on strangers and shamelessly brag of how amazing he was?

Suguru had never seen Satoru so... vulnerable. So downtrodden. So raw and almost innocent in tone. His voice soft and light and so full of emotions and-

It clicks for Suguru. It's a little more than like. Maybe a lot more. And Satoru will never admit it but he's scared. He can see it on his face in the way his eyes droop, how his lips pull into a straight line, and how he fiddles with his fingers. Suguru's eyes widen when he sees what he's fiddling with.

It's a ring. Your ring. The one you always had on your right ring finger, the one he knows you couldn't have given to Satoru without a fuss or a fight but he also knows that Satoru wouldn't let you keep everything that's yours to yourself. That's just how he is. Taking your things to feel close to you.

It's a little pathetic. Imagining how the cold steel would feel against his skin if his fingers were intertwined with yours. How your gentle hands would feel in his rough ones.

But it's just as endearing. And a little funny, seeing his self-centered friend completely consumed by thoughts of another being.

"Of course, it matters." Suguru states, so sure of his words Satoru almost begins to believe them.

But it isn't until now, 12 years later, under the first snow that Satoru truly believes them. It does matter because you matter.

His heart moves before his body does, but when it catches up, he finds himself running to you. And in a split second, he's in front of you. He's imagined this moment so many times, going over the words in his head, letting them linger on his tongue every second of the past 1w years yet when he finally faces you, he's at a loss.

His mind is blank, his heart is on his sleeve, and he feels like a child. Taking in the sight of you with a lump forming in his throat.

"Gojo - san-" You begin, tears welling in your eyes, but before you can continue, you find yourself wrapped in a strong embrace.

"Satoru." He corrects, holding you against his chest, really feeling the weight of you against him.

"Sa - to - ru?" You sound out the syllables softly, and he swears his name has never sounded so good. So sweet. Like something precious.

"Yeah. It's been a while." His words are casual, almost awkward, but there's a weight in them. He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes widening when he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His hands find your cheeks, cupping them gently in his grasp. And for once, he feels as if his hands are as strong as everyone thinks because right now he's holding his entire world in them.

He's imagined this thousands of times, but you've never cried in his mind, and he's left unsure. What happened? Are you upset with him for letting you die? For leaving you with Suguru that day? For not protecting you?

He's fully prepared to brace the words he feels will pierce through him like a dagger. To accept any harsh words, cruel punishments, absolutely anything as long as you don't hate him. That's one thing he can not accept. Not when he's finally gotten you back.

"You're an idiot! How could you?" Your voice cracks, and you sniffle.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, that day I shouldn't have-" Satoru begins to explain, holding you gently.

"You were- you shouldn't be here! You're so young, Satoru, you should- you should still be alive!" You scold, hands reaching up to hold his face, pulling him down to your level.

That was the last thing Satoru expected.

"Are you alright?" Your voice drops, soft and low, as you look over his features carefully like a mother checking over her child.

"Fine." He breathes out, absolutely breathless as he realised you're crying for him. Mourning the life he never got to experience instead of your own.

God. He loved you.

"You fought well, Satoru. I'm proud of you. You can rest now." You whisper earnestly, sniffling as you watch his face for any discomfort.

Suddenly, you're knocked off your feet, a yelp leaving your lips as you find yourself landing in the snow, a heavy weight pinning you down.

"Satoru, what-"

You freeze, his large form heavy on your chest, face buried into the crook of your neck. But what catches your attention are the tears dripping onto your skin as Satoru clutches you like a lifeline, your hands responding before your brain does and immediately wrapping around him tightly.

How long had he yearned for those words? Being the strongest meant expectations and contempt. Rarely ever appreciation because the duty of the strong was inherent. Protect the weak and expect nothing in return.

Nothing.

No one remembered his victories, but everyone remembered his faults.

The celebration of his death would surely be larger than the celebration of his life.

Yet in mere seconds, you made him feel as if 28 years of suffering was worth it. Every cut, bruise, scar to his body. The exhaustion in his bones. The weariness of his soul. If it all led to this moment in your arms, it was worth it, and he'd do it all again and again and again if it meant you'd be waiting at the end of it.

"I love you." He says, voice shaky as he holds onto you, choking back a sob.

You freeze in surprise, feeling your skin heat up, eyes wide as you stare at the sky. "Go- Satoru, what are you-" You're suddenly pulled to your feet, stumbling into his chest as his eyes earnestly meet yours, cheeks tear stained and flushed.

"I've held this in for 12 years and regretted it every second for not telling you. I love you, Y/n. I love your clumsiness, how earnest you are, how caring you are. Everything you hate about yourself too, your weakness, how fragile your body is, how easily you cry. I fell in love with all of it but was too much of an idiot to realise it." Satoru begins, making sure you're listening to every word he's saying.

"Satoru, wait-" You try, still in shock as he shakes his head. He holds up his right hand, and your jaw drops when you see what's on his ring finger.

"Is that?" You inhale sharply, trying to come to terms with this.

"Your ring. I still have it. And you're still wearing my scarf." He points out.

"Satoru, wait. Ca- calm down. You're thinking too hard- not thinking enough? I don't know, but this is so sudden-" You stumble over your words, heart racing in your chest.

"After 12 years of waiting, how is it sudden?" He asks, gently holding your hands in his.

Big hands. Big heart. An existence that quenches the thirst of your soul.

"You- are you serious right now? Do you really, li- like-" You manage before he cuts you off.

"Like? No. I love you." He grins, finally. Brightly, beautifully. As if you're watching the sun smile at the moon, the waves caress the shores. A sort of clumsy picturesque view any respectable photographer would kill for.

"Lo- love?"

"Love. You. Everything about you." He repeats earnestly.

You pause when he leans in, face scarlet in embarrassment as you flinch back, half expecting his lips to meet yours far too quickly. His hands gently cupping your face.

You panic, squeezing your eyes shut as he leans in only to hear a soft chuckle, and feel his fingers poke between your furrowed brows.

"What's that look for, hm? You like me too." He states proudly, playful lilt ever present but something more masked beneath.

"Wuh-" You're at a loss. Absolutely speechless.

"Come on. Admit it." He laughs.

You hesitate. Perhaps you'd long fooled yourself into thinking he was only a precious friend. Repeating the words at the back of your mind. Drilling them into your brain. Friend. Friend. A friend. You liked him as a friend.

Suddenly, Shoko's words ring in your head.

It's the spring of 2006, cicadas chirping outside, cool sodas on the table as you sat across from Shoko in your dorm.

"You're telling me... you get butterflies when you see him, your face gets hot when he smiles, you want to be with him every day, you stumble over your words around him, and you think this is cause you're sick?" Shoko loves you. You're the cutest thing she's never seen. You're so sweet. You're like a younger sister, or perhaps a pet puppy, or- something like that. But for goodness sake. You couldn't possibly be serious right now.

You nod earnestly, brows furrowed in concern. "What's the diagnosis, Doctor Ieiri?" You blurt, barely hiding your nervousness.

Shoko plays along, scribbling on the back of a lotto receipt with a dull pencil, biting down on her lollipop. "Here. Your diagnosis." She slides it across the table to you.

You gulp, hesitantly turning over the piece of paper. Scanning it with wide eyes.

"This- this can't be! Surely the diagnosis is wrong, Doctor! I- there's no way!" You panic.

Shoko deadpans. You're acting like she legitimately diagnosed you with something serious.

She leans over, and circles the two words she's written.

Stupidity. And, love.

"...I do." You blurt without thinking, eyes hesitantly meeting Satoru's 12 years too late. Or perhaps just in time.

"I love you. I have for a very long time as well." You admit breathlessly, tears welling in your eyes as the floodgates that had been holding back 12 years' worth of love burst open.

Satoru hadn't expected you to admit it so easily, so earnestly. He can't help the way his eyes gloss over and how his heart stutters. The prettiest smile on his face.

"Yeah? I know." He manages cheekily, but there's no hiding the raw emotion in his gaze.

"I'm sorry I left so early." You sniffle, pushing onto your tippy toes to press your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long." He mutters, lips finding the trail of tears in hopes of kissing away your heartache as he'd dreamed of so many times ago.

"But I'm here now. Sorry I'm late. I'm finally home." His hands cup your cheeks, nose pressing against yours.

"Welcome home, Satoru."

Perhaps the cruel Gods that Satoru never really believed in had finally had mercy on him. Who was he kidding? The Gods had long forsaken him, but you?

Surely even they couldn't deny you.

If Satoru could go back in time, he'd tell his highschool self 3 things.

Number 1. Beat up the higher ups at least once.

Number 2. Take more pictures with the people you love.

And Number 3. Don't worry. At the end, don't be sad. Because you'll finally come home.

[morethanmemory]

so what do you think our fav radioactive fire skelly would be like with a scientist s/o?

rubbing my hands together like a fly >:3 oh boy have i got some thoughts to share

prior to dating i think he'd be so competitive with them LOL

like regardless of their field of study i really do think he'd try to one-up them constantly (rivals AND lovers anyone?)

he admires their intellect even if he'd never admit it aloud initially

but it shows in small ways!! he lingers whenever they start going on about a concept that they could spend ages talking about even if everyone else drifts off

when he starts falling though? oh now he's actively asking for them to tell him more, and he doesn't mind when they correct him or when they ramble a little too long

i mean it's also because 1) internet access in belle reve, i assume, is restricted/supervised/probably straight up banned and 2) listening to someone he may or may not be falling for recall facts to him is a much more fun way of learning something new

he'll also start slowly sharing his old research with them, and i think that's when scientist!reader might actually start falling for him too

here's a man who only wanted to make the world a better place, and somehow, even if he's known nothing but pain for years, being with them makes him feel like he could be alexander sartorius again

[edenspoem]

Would eille edge the reader with a Starbucks sugar cookie latte

Unfortunately NO because ellie is boycotting!! she don't fw genocide 💗💗 still edging you though.

[haroun31]

Can we see some headcanons of how Phosphophyllite would act when jealous (or Cinnabar), please? 🙏

By the way, love your blog 💘

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Various hnk gems when jealous: Phos | Cinnabar

●| Young Phos |●

● Young Phos would definitely be a hyper jealous type and he will be vocal about it.

● His jealousy steam from a place of insecurities, he was never liked his whole life from the other gems and you are one of the few that won't look bothered by his mere existence so of course he will latch on you like a koala.

● And of course he does get extremely jealous if you happen to act more cherry with the other gems and not him. What if you like them better than the peppermint gem? What if he is secretly bothering you and you talk behind his back? What if the other gems try to take away his only friend?

● "I'm your best best-friend, right? You love me better than Bort, right?" When Phos is jealous he instantly become even more clingy than usual, hugging your gloved arm, following you everywhere, wanting to have sleepovers. If you are starting to have doubts on who is the better friend among all the gems, Phos will have to show you that he is the funniest and most amazing gem in the whole island!

● If he feels that his friendship is threatened by someone he will try to direct your attention on him. And if you happen to shift your gaze on the peppermint gem and pat his head, Phos' expression will turn immediately mischievous, once you turn your back on him, and make a mocking gesture to the other gem, who will look at him weirdly.

●| Post-winter Phos |●

● Post-winter Phos is more closed in his display of emotions so he won't openly show his jealousy. He will keep it closed inside himself, pushing it down and down, repressing it until it will inevitably explode. It will slowly eat away his inclusion with no way of making it stop unless you magically understood that something was bothering him and reassured the hell out of this peppermint gem.

● Because he will not give away any signs that something is wrong. Maintaining that level cool display of chill and mature vibes that are inevitably just a mask to hide away his trauma. So good luck with catching his impending breakdown before it will catch him.

● Post-winter Phos will intensely look at someone who is too close to you and if that someone ever call him out he will simply wave them off with a chuckle and redirect the conversation away from his feelings, yet he could barely hear a crack from within inside him.

● And when he will inevitably breakdown, he will be a mess of alloy, dripping down from the cracks formed in his body and especially down his cheeks and eyes "You still love me, right? I'm not a weight to you. . .right?" The ugly feelings he kept locked away were too much and broke down the sealing, flooding his entire body and mind.

● At rock bottom he will ask you for reassurance that indeed, the jealousy eating him away, was a merely silly feeling his frail mind conjured up and not the truth. And of course you will reassure him that you could never love anyone like him ever, no matter what his mind tells him.

●| Moon Phos |●

● Moon Phos is a mix of the two.

● He won't be openly about showing his jealousy like his younger self but he won't also be quiet about it. Especially if someone is obviously flirting with you.

● He would playfully wrap his alloy arms around you, whining and joking about the fact that you are replacing him and that you don't love him anymore. At first glance he would look like his old clingy self, keeping you close, joking around, pouting, whining and all of that but this is just all a mask to hide his deeper jealousy.

● The one that come out when he is all alone, away from prying eyes. The one who would crack his insides like before he would lose his head. But as if he will ever show you this side of him. The cute, adorable, whining one is much much better and more lovely <3

● Someone gives him some love.

● He needs it.

● He needs it very badly.

● Either way get ready to be randomly kidnapped by two golden arms if Phos feels like you haven't give him enough love, so I hope you are ready for that "I wanna just some quality time with my partner! I have 102 years to make up for!"

●| Cinnabar |●

● Cinnabar doesn't like acknowledging his emotions and feelings. Like. . .ever. He will turn to dust before doing something so embarrassing. So of course his jealousy is something that he won't look at it twice until it becomes unbearable.

● Why does he feel like others are pulling you away from him when he knows your friendship is pretty secure? That's completely stupid and useless.

● He is the king of 'I-won't-admit-that-I-like-you-not-even-if-you-point-my-obvious-feelings-out'

● And since he never address his jealousy, he will just let it grow away, turning it into mean or snappy comments thrown your way. He will immediately regret them but, once again, he is not good with emotions.

● That jealousy could turn into insecurities and doubts will fill his mind, before he shoo them away, cross his arms and glare at the grass like it just killed his whole family.

● If you called out his jealousy, he would immediately deny it, looking away with deep read cheeks and a frown as the mercury around him danced restlessly. He won't ever admit to be jealous of your attention on others, never ever.

● . . .but it's nice when you try to apologize and make up for him.

[vuiltone]

then he adopted them

[silvernthorn]

ooo this blog hasn't been updated in a while..... I was wondering If I could request some more of your Phos/Reader writings, except instead of Laphos it is Shattered Phos? (yknow.... the one who got revived after 220 years and vowed to grind the gems into dust)? ty!!!!!!

HEYY!! and of course!! im in school right now and like stuff but you ask and you shall receive.. (this is a continuation of the human reader x phos!! do ask if you want a gem reader!)

tw: idk might get angsty.. also i MIGHT??? get OOC??? cause like i didn't analyze shattered phos' personality enough... sighh...

[shattered laphos x human!reader]

After everything happened, and Phosphophyllite vowed to shatter every gem on land, you were.. generally shocked. After all, Phos, the gem you used to know way back when you met him on the moon.. He wasn't violent, just.. curious.

You knew, and everyone else knew, the moon has changed him, and he really isn't the same anymore. Yet you still hoped that somehow you could help him out, or at least tell him that the choice he is making is only somehow hurting him...

"No, no, you don't understand, [NAME]." The shattered gem muttered, looking down as if you couldn't comprehend the choices he felt he was responsible to make. "Phos, I do try to, but this is starting to really hurt you." You explained, slowly moving closer to the gem.

You didn't really know exactly what to do, but the moment you were close enough, you gave him a hug. "And, I don't really know why you have to do all of this, but.." As uncomfortable as you felt embracing the broken gem, you didn't let go anyway, providing the comfort he needed. "I still care about you, okay?"

The moment you said those words, the moment you embraced Phosphophyllite, it was like something in him cracked open, and tears of alloy spilled out his eyes. "[NAME]..." He muttered weakly, attempting to hug you back without hurting you in any way.

You both just sat there in silence, hugging each other awkwardly, but to him, it felt like everything. He felt like the same teal-colored gem that he was before, and he felt so, so vulnerable. He felt as if he wasn't in the same situation he got placed into, coming to the moon. "I... I'm sorry, [NAME].. I've become so.. different."

You listened to his pain, the pain he wished he could just forget about.. "I know. I still love you, Phos." You mumbled. Even if Phos had changed drastically.. you knew just who he really was. "I love you too, [NAME]. I.. I swear, I'll protect you from everyone else.."

"Please.. stay with me a little longer today."

[reignissleeping]

mama, a gem behind you 😥