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ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘʜʀᴀsᴇ

Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader 4.6K words

Content Warning: Nothing really, Naruto has his feelings hurt though :(, my gramma as usual

Summary: Naruto always knew Itachi and yourself were close prior to the tragedy of the Uchiha clan, but never really knew the extent of your relationship with the now wanted criminal; not until now, when Itachi and yourself unintentionally see each other for the first time in 8 years.

Further: This is loosely based off of a scene in episode 125 of shippuden |link here| though obviously with a few twists to fit the reader into the context. The original clip is about Sasuke, that's been modified to the reader.

I had so much trouble getting this one to pop up in the tags but it should work now.

Writing for a dead fandom :')

The progression Naruto had made in the spur of the moment mission had somehow lead him landing carefully behind a tree, as the looming presence of someone watching him had finally caught his attention. It had been a long day, a long one indeed, between the bulk of the Shinobi force he'd been with suddenly catching a glimpse of Sasuke; one minor mission had suddenly turned into a rat race between the Leaf Shinobi and team Taka. One side desperately trying to get away, and the other side desperately trying to capture.

Though between all the chaos and commotion - the urgent scrambling to find Sasuke once and for all - Naruto had almost been oblivious to the menacing presence that had been trailing his every move. Almost.

He'd somehow managed to split from the main group and was urgently jumping around on his own, until the chakra hit him, his spine chilling at the intensity of it. In the moments between his mindless tree hopping to noticing the presence, it'd only taken him a second to jump behind the thick of a tree and peer around it, quickly making eye contact with two ruby red eyes glaring back from the shadows.

'Sharingan?!' The thought had his chest clenching in anticipation. Had he completed his mission? No... He noticed the figure was just the slightest bit taller then who he'd been looking for. And as the figure emerged from the shadows, his doubts were also confirmed. 'Not Sasuke. No, thats... Itachi Uchiha.' He could feel a sweat breaking along his skin. This was undoubtedly going to get messy.

He was nervous, admittedly so. He had heard what a formidable opponent Itachi Uchiha was. Word of mouth was reliable but experience was undeniable; and Naruto seemed to vividly recall all the moments you'd spoken about how strong Itachi truly was.

You were indisputably one of the strongest Shinobi of the current leaf generation, having trained with the best - one of those being Itachi himself. Naruto couldn't begin to count the amount of times you'd spoken about Itachi- told stories of the times the two of you used to spar, and every time you told him stories, you'd always been sure to emphasize the strength Itachi bear. If the strongest preached his strength, then his strength was nothing to be undermined.

Itachi was no one to be messed with. He knew that because you had said so, and everyone that knew you always spoke about how well you knew Itachi. It was a full circle of word of mouth and the source always came back to you, the one with experience.

As Itachi stepped out into the open, Naruto found it wise to do the same. 'Don't provoke him,' that was his strategy. 'Attack quietly and slowly.'

"Itachi!" He did a good job at masking his nerves, "You're here to capture me, huh?!"

Itachi was silent for a moment, as if assessing Naruto's every move, every feature, every cell. His presence, his eyes- they were so overbearing.

"No, I'm not." His voice finally came in a soft vibration. His reputation certainly exceeded his personality, he seemed so docile. "Right now I'm only here to talk to you Naruto."

As he spoke, the two shadow clones Naruto had been silently setting behind the man finally made their move, dashing in from behind him in hopes to catch him off guard. Though Itachi didn't flinch, executing nothing but a mindless flick of his hands, throwing two Kunai behind him and ultimately eliminating them without even needing to turn his head. His reputation may have exceeded his personalty, but it certainly didn't exceed his abilites.

"I know that you're out here all by yourself." Itachi hadn't seemed phased by the interruption, his voice yet again low and level, speaking as if the two were just strangers who happened to walk by each other.

Though Itachi's words were threatening, Naruto was never one to lay back and take threats, "I can be anywhere from one to a thousand." His smirk was menacing and confident. "Besides, If I capture you, I'd get to hear what Y/n has to say to you."

Once again, there was a moment of stillness between them, and Naruto was quickly learning that this was a normal occurrence with Itachi. However, this silence was just the slightest bit different, and Naruto would have entirely missed the change if he hadn't been observing Itachis face so hard. His eyes wavered for just a moment, and Naruto couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows at the occurrence.

He'd been told many stories about Itachi and you, from both yourself and the Jonin around you. He knows you two were rivals in the academy, he knows the both of you were paired together in Anbu, and he knows you both eventually became good friends. He vaguely recalls one time Kakashi sensei had mentioned he'd never really seen the two of you apart. Though no one ever expanded upon that, no one ever really disclosed the extent of your relationship, and all of the younger generation had just assumed you were friends, a friendship that was quickly discarded after the massacre.

Naruto was young but he'd seen the change in you after that day. Your expression seemed drearier and you became noticeably more quiet. But your eyes always glint a little when Itachis name was mentioned, and your face always brightened in the slightest when recalling memories involving him. He had always just brushed it off as hopeful nostalgia at a happy memory, but now seeing the same reaction in Itachis face at the mention of your own name... Well now he wasn't so sure it was something so simple.

"Y/n?" The sound of Itachis voice emitting past his lips was just the slightest bit mournful, and It shocked Naruto to hear the touch of emotion behind what was a usually monotone voice. "And what does her opinion matter in any of this?"

Naruto bit his lip as he pondered the mans words. He had spoken to Itachi a few times before this, and in those encounters he'd come to notice that Itachi had a tendency of dismissing the people in whom he'd once been close with. And it hurt him, burned him to his core that someone so pure could be brushed aside so nonchalantly by a man so evil, What does it matter, he asks?! Was your position in his life so irrelevant to him that not even your opinion mattered to him?!

"Not that you would care anyways! But she hasn't been the same ever since you left."

Itachis expression seemed blank at the words Naruto spat, and this only seemed to anger Naruto more.

"Does it not matter to you that you not only slaughtered a clan full of people, but permenantly scarred the ones closest to you in the process!?" His voice was getting louder.

"And what do you care of it?"

"I care of it all!" Finally he was snapping, no more playing it safe, Itachi Uchiha was too cold for someone like Naruto. "She'd never hurt you the way you hurt her, hurt Sasuke!"

"What? And you think you can be a better rock to her perhaps?" Itachis tone was condescending, Naruto knew, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about the sarcasm he emitted.

"You were her friend once! But I'll be more of a friend to her then you ever were! She's like a sister to me."

The air between them became still for only a moment, the conversation coming to halt as Naruto's words left his mouth. He assumed the silence fell because Itachi was assessing his words in anger at the implication that Naruto was better then him at something- something so trivial, yet still so important- though the small smile that crept upon Itachis face all of sudden was enough to stun Naruto for the slightest of seconds. He was... smiling?

That split second of vulnerability was enough to allow Itachi an entry point, to which he utilized without a second to spare, pressing his hand up to his chest with two fingers extended. "Mangekyo Sharingan." And in an instant, Naruto was cast under Itachis genjutsu.

"Naruto's still not back yet."

For what seemed like the 5th time in the past 10 minutes, Kakashi let a sigh escape past his mask. "Naruto is more then capable of taking care of himself, he'll come rendezvous with us once he realizes the trails gone cold."

Your eyes cast down as the words senselessly left your lips, a sigh of your own gracing the air as you pouted. Your trust in Naruto usually exceeded your worry, but something about this situation was telling you to panic. "I knew we shouldn't of split up. He's way too prone to running off on his own."

"Y/n sensei, I'm sure Naruto's fine." Sakuras sweet voice was just the slightest bit of reassurance in the thick of your swirling mind and you signaled back a weary smile at the girl to ensure that you were fine, just nervous. You were sure you were overreacting, yet this feeling just wouldn't shake.

"Yeah, I'm sure he is too. Maybe just a Shinobis intuition growing too weary." You spoke the words with the intent of calming yourself and ensuring the team that you were in fact fine. And for what it was worth, it had seemed to work for a moment. The group smiled reassuringly as your stance softened slightly, before your face completely fell, and your eyes suddenly grew bulging wide.

"Y/n?" Kakashis voice was cautious and curious as he observed your facial expression change. He'd known you for a very long time, but never in his life had he ever seen the look of utter apprehension upon your face. It was extremely worrying.

It had only been for a split second, but the intensely familiar wave of chakra that suddenly washed over you was undeniable. He was here, and with Naruto missing it all suddenly became absurdly clear.

"Don't follow me!"

"What?!"

But you hadn't given Kakashi's curiosity the time of day. You were dashing away before a single person in the mission team could even process the words you had just spoken, not missing a minute in pushing yourself towards the looming aura you had just felt up against your skin not even a moment before.

It couldn't be. You told yourself. There was no way. He only said he'd show himself again when his ultimate plan was set in motion but- theres no way! It was too soon!

Your body carried you to where the presence was emitting the strongest.

Straight along the tree branches, left besides the towering rock, right from the small clearing in the shrubbery. It had only been a few minutes at full speed and there you found him, both of them.

Naruto lay flat on the floor, unconscious, though seemingly unharmed and the man you'd undoubtedly sensed loomed calmly only a few meters away.

You had to blink a few times to truly believe what your eyes exhibited. He was here... really in front of you. Not the illusion he'd displayed to you the night he left, not the constant dream you'd had of him reoccuringly for the past 8 years. But a real image of the man you'd loved and lost standing right before you, and for the first time ever, he hadn't seemed to notice you.

You opened your mouth ready to spill his name, but you struggled to find your voice under all the emotions that bubbled in your chest. It was as if an 8 year mirage you'd been fixing and fabricating was now bleeding into real life and there was nothing you could do to collect your thoughts from racing. Though finally, your voice came to you. "I-Itachi!"

Itachi's body seemingly froze at the sound in what you could only assume to be utter surprise, an image you never in your lifetime thought you'd see before you.

He seemed taken aback, as if really not expecting your voice to have emitted from around him. His vulnerability allowed him a moment of frantic searching, crimson eyes darting around the shadows of the trees surrounding the area in which he presided, sweaty palms clutching the fabric of his sleeve as he searched. And only then did he find the source of the voice, the source of the reason he was here in the first place.

There you stood in all your glory, eyes wide, face red and uniform slightly discolored from the intense mission you'd undoubtedly been on. You were just as beautiful as the day he left you, and noticeably more mature too.

"Y/n?" His voice was hesitant. Itachi didn't know if he was being tricked instead. Were you truly there? There was no chance. Though he'd be the first to admit he wanted nothing but to see you once again, you were also the last thing he was expecting to see.

He'd calculated this mission to a tee, theres was no chance he could have miscalculated his steps. You weren't supposed to be here, and he was never wrong. This had to be some sort of genjutsu he concluded; no one could ever be able to cause him to miscalculate...

Well except you. You knew all his tricks and all his movements, if anyone could surprise him, cause him to misjudge it really was you.

You were just as cunning and just as strong. If he had miscalculated and you somehow did manage to end up on this mission, it wouldn't be unimaginable that he somehow missed your presence. You were always better then him at concealing anyways.

"You weren't supposed to be here. What are you doing?" So he really wasn’t expecting you. That explains why he seemed so stunned.

"My mission went south when Sasuke and his group showed up and I was called to rendezvous and assist team Kakashi in recovering him."

Sasuke interrupted? How ironic that his hateful little brother was indirectly the reason he met up with the woman he loved once again.

"What are you doing here Itachi?"

It took the man a moment to find his words because how was he supposed to explain this to you...? It wasn't exactly easy to say 'I was just coming to intimidate the boy you view as a little brother in order to find out if you were going to be loved and taken care of by other people when I inevitably die from the disease thats slowly killing me.'

Yeah, maybe he should avoid such wording. "I'm on a personal mission."

"Personal mission, hm? And does that personal mission entail beating up Naruto for his lunch money?"

The laugh that came to him was so sudden yet so natural, It was like not a moment had passed between you two and he found himself letting down his guard so quickly.

"Perhaps." His smile was warm as he stared off into your eyes, he really did miss the way you'd effortlessly make him laugh. Your expression seemed just as bright as his own, eyes gleaming at the sound you hadn't heard but very much missed for years on end. Oh how you yearned for his voice, his laugh, his touch.

To this you took a quick but cautious step closer. "Itachi..."

"Y/n." His tone was kind yet warning, reminding you that you couldn't be seen near him for your own safety and standing in the village. You were one of the very few people who knew the absolute truth about Itachi, but unfortunately you were just that- one of few. The majority of the leaf classified the rogue ninja as a murderer, a traitor, someone to be hateful of, and for that reason he'd told you to stay away.

"I know you want me to keep my distance but Itachi-"

"No Y/n."

"You won't let me say what I want to say-"

"Because we've spoken about this."

"No we haven't because you won't let me elaborate."

"Theres no need to elaborate when discussing your safety. There isn't a conversation to be had."

"That's not your decision to make."

"It is when I've risked my life upon it."

As the discussion went on, neither of the two succeeded in noticing the slight stir besides them, maybe it was the utter shock at the presence of each other, not having seen or spoken in over 8 years, or maybe it was the intensity of the conversation itself, but as Naruto's eyes slowly fluttered open, the couple only continued to talk without filter.

"It's not just your life this decision affects. I'm not a child anymore, And you're going to listen."

"Y/n-"

"Let me come with you."

Your voice, without an ounce of hesitation, was so forcefully stern. And Naruto, in his groggy haze was shocked beyond belief at the words presented before him. You? Go with Itachi?! He was a murderer, why would you even present the idea?! He wanted to protest, to scream so loud you had no choice but to explain, yet he was still only just awakening from an intense genjustsu, and he found himself struggling to find his voice.

"We've discussed this-"

"No you discussed this!" Your tone was purposeful, you were becoming heated. "I shot the idea all those years ago and you instantly turned me down, you made that decision for me. Its not a discussion when one party's doing all the talking. So let me speak on this."

Please Y/n, what are you saying?! Naruto couldn't believe his ears. His eyes rolled to the side as he watched you take another step closer to the man, this time there was only a few more feet between you two.

"Itachi, you did what you did and expected me to sit back and watch you leave, watch the village turn their backs on you, and spit on your name in vengeance for the clan they hated so much in the first place."

"But this way is safe-"

"I don't want safe! I've never wanted safe, what ever made you think I wanted safe?! I'm a shinobi, Itachi, I risk my life tooth and nail everyday for a village I bear resentment to. If I ever wanted safe, I would have become a damn florist!"

Itachi remained quiet, yet the way he allowed you to continue closing the distance between the two was indication enough that your words were finally getting somewhere.

"You've been gone for 8 years. Thats 8 years of time I've spent on constant missions far away from the village, desperately trying to avoid the place that did this to us. You left me in the village for my safety, I understand that, but what safety is there in a place that took everything away from me?"

"I understand your feelings my love, but what is all of this for if not to keep you safe? What is the point if you're a rogue too? Living in the village grants you the peace and freedom to live your own life as you please."

"But it doesn't! Because the one way I want to live my life is not an option there! You're how I want to live my life, why do you never seem to understand this!? I don't find any satisfaction in the village, it grants me no peace! What point is there in all this If were both unhappy?! Fuck safety, safety's brought me nothing but misery in the last 8 years. Id rather risk my life happy."

Itachi seemed so defeated as your body finally stood no more then a few inches away from his own. Naruto watched as your hand came up to rest upon his face, weary crimson red eyes meeting the tearful ones of your own.

"My love-" Itachis voice was weak, dying off as your thumb made motions beginning to stroke his cheek.

"Pardon me love, I don't think my intentions are fully coming across, let me rephrase. I'm making this decision for myself. Take me with you."

Naruto had deciphered that he had never felt so utterly helpless in his life like he had in this moment. Why were you doing this? What were you even saying? Could you even hear yourself speak? The words escaping your mouth? He wanted nothing more then answers, to speak and ask what you were doing, to persuade you to stop but his body just wouldn't move, in fact, he was beginning to lose consciousness again, his vision was growing groggy and his hearing was slowly fading in and out.

"....I don't want to ruin your life." Itachis voice seemed just as helpless as Naruto felt, he'd thought it truly made two of them- you'd managed to make two men cower at your mercy today. If Naruto wasn't familiar with Itachi's crimes, he'd almost feel sorry at how desperately he called for you to reconsider.

It was like a switch in you had flipped, and your tone, your stance - your entire demeanor softened at the mans words, his vulnerability allowing you to lower your chest as the words you'd been waiting to say finally escaped your lips. "I just got you back, don't let me lose you again. Then you’ll truly ruin my life."

Itachis entire being seemed to crumble at those words, finally letting his body slump into your hold as you both leaned forward to embrace. You wasted not a moment in allowing your lips to meet, a kiss separated by years of time - so desperate and raw in emotions that you lost track of what was saliva and what was tears. Oh how gravely you missed this man, missed everything from the touch to the smell of him, and how direly he could say the same for you.

As the kiss came to a close, Itachi's painted fingers came forth to stoke a stray tear away from your face, the fabric of his cloak bunching up by his elbow enough to reveal the soft skin which your hand quickly found refuge upon, wrapping around his forearm, stroking along the bare skin before slowly sliding up to cup his hand over your cheek. As your eyes observed his body, they slyly came across the well kept silver slewed across his neck.

"You kept it."

"Hm?"

"My necklace." You disclosed.

"Was I not supposed to?" His tone was humorous though his hoarse voice made it slightly difficult to distinguish, you managed.

"Well, yeah I suppose so, I guess I just never thought you'd actually wear it."

"Darling," Itachi began with a smile. "Though I never allowed you to come with me, doesn't mean I didn't want you to. I carry it with me wherever I go."

His words were utterly heart wrenching, he really was a man who knew exactly what to say whether intentional or not. And with one last peck to his mouth, you gripped his hand and began to bring it down from his face to your sides. "Now you can have me with you wherever you go."

"Are you sure you want to do this, my love? It won't be easy, you'll be branded a rogue, a traitor. You'll be on the run for as long as the truth isn't common knowledge."

"Yes."

"The Akustuki really aren't that nice."

"Yes Itachi."

"Deidara's really loud."

"Stop trying to convince me not to go! It's not going to work."

At this he chuckled. "Very well. This isn't my decision anymore, I understand that. And I'm happy to have you as long as you’re willing."

With a smile you nodded and to Itachi, that was just enough reassurance to turn towards the thick of the forest, arm tugging you, ready to begin your new life together, branded as traitors but traitors together.

"Wait." Your voice was sudden, and he watched as your hand slipped from his quickly. He hated to admit that Itachi felt a deep sense of sadness at the act. Maybe you weren't as confident in your decision as you let on, and while he was happy you wanted to reconsider - be safe - he couldn't help the selfish amount of disappointment he felt at the prospect.

"Let me say goodbye."

More then the feeling of dread he felt, he hated that relief flooded his being at the reassuring words further. You were still coming along with him, he was nervous for you, but sincerely glad.

You walked forward towards the boy, and he watched as you bent down to an unconscious Naruto, laying a gentle hand upon his cheek with a sorrowful smile. He looked so peaceful, and though you knew he'd feel despair at the revelation of you gone once he awoke, you also knew that his support system would pick him back up, and you trusted that those around him would do what you couldn't; what was right by him. "Naruto, I know you'll be sad but at least you'll be okay. You have everyone else around you to heal, I'm sure Jiraiya will teach you a fancy new jutsu to help cheer you up. I have to do this for me, Its the only thing I've ever done for me, and its really the only thing Ive ever wanted. I care about you I do, and I know you won't but I do still hope one day you'll understand. But I just can't live in that village knowing the truth. I'm sorry."

You took a moment to observe his face, it'll probably be the last time you'll see it without a hateful scowl, but you could live with that. And with a final stroke of his cheek, you stood and made your way back to an awaiting Itachi, grabbing his awaiting hand with a sad but eager smile. "I'm ready now."

And the two began their descent once again. One step at a time towards the tree line descending into the depths of the forest.

"Why?!" Until a voice stopped them dead in their tracks. It had taken a lot of energy, especially after passing out yet again, but Naruto finally found the strength in his voice to ask. "Why are you doing this?! He's a murderer! Why don't you hate him?! Why do you want to leave with him?!"

The two of you stood a distance away now, hand in hand as Naruto's voice echoed beyond the tree line. His raised tone was sure to attract unwanted attention, and you were certain that the others would be here soon after undoubtedly following you, despite telling them not to. They were probably helplessly and blindly searching the area, but this commotion more then likely gave your spot away.

You didn't have a lot of time to explain, and Naruto's face was so helpless It broke your heart, but deep in your heart you knew this decision was the right one, the right one by yourself and in reassurance you gave Itachis hand a loving squeeze.

"You'll understand it someday Naruto."

"What-?" His voice sounded so desperate.

"I can't explain, but theres more to this that meets the surface. I can't say more, please don't hate me."

"Y/n-"

"Over there! Okumaru's pinpoint the sound over there!" The distant sound of Kiba's voice had your body tensing and eyes widening, there was no more time.

"I'm sorry Naruto! One day!"

And with one final glance towards him, you tugged Itachi forward and walked hand in hand away from your safety net, but into the warm embrace of the lover you never thought you'd be able to love again.

[saduko]

ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ

ZHONGLI

✥ "With one final statement, you were his"         - Zhongli x f!reader

| ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴄᴇɴᴅs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ

In which Zhongli sends the traveler to collect the Cleansing Bell from an old friend. And Soon relives his memory with said old friend.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: archon war, time skipping/flashbacks

✥ "A spitting image"          - Zhongli x f!reader

| ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ’s ᴘᴏssᴇss ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

It’s inevitable that an archon baby would possess divine features, It still doesn’t catch you any less off guard when they start to present themselves.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: a baby lmao

Updated: 07/19/22

[saduko]

WITH ONE FINAL STATEMENT, YOU WERE HIS

Zhongli x Fem!Reader 4.7K words Content Warning: Implied Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Platonic!Guizhong & Morax, Xiao lmao, Mentions of the Archon war, Mute Traveler, Reader has an Adeptus name, My horrible gramma

Summary(?): So, I decided to make an alt genshin account and through inspiration of the Liyue archon quest- this takes place during the rite of parting, in which Zhongli sends the traveler to collect the Cleansing Bell from an old friend. And Soon relives his memory with said old friend.

Further: I gave more lore to the cleansing bell, I couldn't find much information about it in game but if anything is wrong or not culturally correct, let me know and Im more then happy to change it.

Update: This was written well before the current lantern rite. The lore of the cleansing bell has been expanded upon in game and doesn’t completely align with the story anymore so keep that in mind. For purposes I'll be using Aether as a placeholder for the traveler.

Zhongli, up until this point, had been quite hands on with the ongoing preparation of the upcoming Rite of Parting, its the reason why both Aether and Paimon had been so taken aback by the mans sudden hesitance to continue with the proceedings.

Instead of approaching head on and indulging a bargain before realizing he'd forgotten his mora once again- as he'd done before, this time, Zhongli had sent the two on their way to meet with what he'd proclaimed to be 'an old friend', alone.

A Bell, he'd mentioned- they were meant to be collecting a bell, a bell that for some reason required a trip all the way to the Wangshu inn.

Paimon had been quick to mention her suspicions to Aether on their travels there, that she really thought Mr. Zhongli just wasn't willing to make the trip.

But on arrival at the inn, and in meeting with said person, that suspicion was quickly thrown out the window, in which a new theory was set in place. Zhongli was undoubtedly terrified of this woman.

A beaming yet soothing laugh sounded the balcony of the inn as the information was relayed to the unknown woman, your eyes alight with mischief at the duos words and it was slowly becoming clearer why Zhongli was so weary to meet with you.

“Oh so it was Zhongli who sent you, hm? He’s quite the bossy one isn't he.” Your expression fluttered with a glint of something quite fond, and then to one of humor. You were definitely someone to be reckoned with, that was clear from your embellished outfit to your stunning features and well tended hair. It wasn't until Aether had glanced down to the vision attached to your clothes that he found himself ogling a little.

"Well, by the mention of his name, I'd guess it was about time I was to give up my possession of the cleansing bell." Your expression seemed to drop just slightly, a saddened yet longingly content gaze capturing your face. "I assume thats what you're here for?"

Aether's head nodded as the words left your mouth, to which you found yourself sighing. The sound was bittersweet but quickly swept away by the soft wind that brushed against the 3rd floor of the inn. It seemed the wind mourned with you too.

"This bell hold's great significance to the development of Liyue. I think more importantly It holds great significance to me." You seemed to suddenly be lost in the memory of your experiences, eyes boring straight through the traveller and his companion as you spoke. "Were you aware that this bell has been through countless generations? No? This little piece of metal has seen the prospects of war and felt the elation of peace more then any other person in Liyue has. Its older then the building we stand on."

"Wow, is everyone in Liyue as oddly knowledgeable as Zhongli and yourself? You both seem to love talking about the history of Liyue.” Paimon suddenly interjected.

“Knowledgeable is one way of putting it. I guess i just take interest in the historical arts.” Your tone had once again shifted, this time taking on the mischievous ring it held before. Aether once again shifted his eyes to his traveling companion, who seemed as equally taken aback by the lady before them. You were a roller coaster of topics and Paimon was beginning to become overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Zhongli was odd enough but you were making it a lot harder to keep up.

“Can we just get the Bell already! What are you even doing at the Wangshu inn anyways?! You knew the bell was needed for the Rite yet here you are, chatting away!”

The way Paimon had quickly become overwhelmed had humored you, and you found yourself chuckling at her nature. "My reason for being here is quite simple- I'm here visiting a friend. The rite is precisely why I chose to be here in the first place. Lets just say, this friend isn't taking too kindly to the news of our late archons passing."

"Fine." Paimon huffed, "Fair enough." and with an extended hand she grunted, "The bell."

Your eyes dropped to the little fairy's extended hand for a moment, a smile gracing your features at her attitude. “How about this," You bid. "I give you the Bell and in exchange you deliver a message to Zhongli for me. Tell him to put his pride aside and visit an old friend would he?”

Paimons face was practically red at this point, stomping childishly at the demand. She was quickly become fed up with your roundabout attitude. “You're seriously gonna make us set up a date for you and Zhongli to hang out in exchange for the Bell!? We’re not match makers you know!”

To which your laugh sounded loud over the balcony, her words amusing you as the realization dawned on you. This little thing is a little slow isn't she. “Oh sweet thing believe me, I wouldn’t need to set up a meeting with Zhongli through mutuals. Lets just say, Zhongli and I meet quite frequently. No, this friend is someone far more special then I, and unfortunately someone that’s quite hard to get through to. I tried to calm him today but it seems like the only person who can truly set his mind at ease is Zhongli himself.”

“You meet with Zhongli quite… frequently? Then deliver the message yourself!" Paimons anger was finally getting to her, a feat which Aether had picked up. You'd noticed that throughout the conversation the boy had been silently laughing to himself, finally taking a step in with a chuckle to lay a deterrent hand on Paimon's back, to which she sighed "Fine. we’ll deliver the message.”

“Exceptional." You declared. The two watched as you wandered off for a moment before returning with a well ornamented bell, shaded a black and golden ombre. It was a beautiful peace of art that was carefully handed off to Aether with a gentle hand. "Then you best be on your way. Be sure to send off my message and do take care of the bell. Like I mentioned, it holds great significance to me.”

The few days following the encounter with the strange woman, the traveller and his companion had experienced what could only be described as true chaos, but after a long and tiresome battle, and the astonishing news that the man they'd been helping was the Geo Archon himself, the two finally found themselves reveling in the settling peace of the city.

The current ambience was that of content, and the people seemed to be a little less tense now that the Rite of Parting had came and passed. The city had found its most still moment in weeks and the traveller found that atmosphere to be something to soak in. That was until a high pitched screech disturbed said serenity.

Aether's eyes widened as he turned to glance at his companion, who was suddenly seething through her teeth at something in front of her.

"That-! That-! Oooh!" Glancing off towards where Paimon was looking, it was then Aether noticed two distinguishable figures walking side by side through the undisturbed harbor- the man they now recognized as the former Geo Archon, and the strange but pretty woman in which they'd briefly encountered at Wangshu inn.

The boys mind couldn't help but wander to a state of intrigue, curious as to how the two knew each other, let alone enough to be enjoying a quite personal stroll around the harbor, but ultimately decided to let the curiosity fizzle and allow the two peace away from disturbance. All until Paimon's seething little figure dashed straight past him and towards the two conversing figures.

At this, Aether was quick on his feet, following his little friend with wide eyes.

“‘The friend I refer to is not myself,’ Paimon's ass! You did just want us to set up a date for Zhongli and yourself!”

Paimon came to a stop in front of the two, Zhongli's eyes darting towards the two with his usual carefree pleased smile, while you, on the other hand, seemed a little more peeved by the interruption.

“Oh Traveller, Paimon, a pleasant surprise indeed.” Zhongli's voice was as smooth as silk, no different from his usual charms. Notably, Zhongli had purposefully disregarded Paimons anger, probably aware that she was less then happy with the both of them at the moment.

"First, you," She pointed an accusatory finger towards Zhongli, "Make us run all over Liyue for your own funeral. Not even dead may Paimon add. And then you-!" This time her finger was directed towards you. "You lied to us! You really were making us play matchmaker!"

Paimon ended her statement with crossed arms and creased brows, to which Aether stood close behind rubbing the back of his head with an apologetic smile towards the two.

At this, you laugh, smiling towards Paimon with what she regarded to be a usual charm for you. “No little one, I really did mean it when I said that Zhongli and I met quite often. The message truly was for the benefit of a friend.”

“Correct," Zhongli interjected with a smile. "I visited Xiao at the request of Y/n here, It seemed she was right, he really did need the company. This current walk is unrelated to your previous conversation.”

“What, so you two are just taking a 'friendly walk’ around Liyue for the hell of it?”

At this, the two smiled at each other with glinting eyes.

It was silent for a moment as Paimon digested the information presented to her and it was then she finally came to her conclusion. These two truly were odd. But on further thought, Paimon thought about how odd you seemed. You were friends with an Adeptus, nae- a Yaksha for that, close enough to be contacting him without issue at Wangshu Inn, now walking around Liyue with the former Geo Archon, and more importantly- you were the one in possession of the Cleansing Bell- an extremely ancient and sacred piece of Liyue's history. Who were you?

“Okay, but by ‘meeting’ Paimon hadn't imagined you meant nice little evening strolls! She thought you meant business meetings! For work! If Paimon wern't mistaken paimon would think you two were dating!”

“Dating?" Zhonglis voice was humorous as he chuckled towards the girl. "Well I sure’d hope so, considering we’re married and all.”

A silence befell the four, both Zhongli and yourself smiling with content and mischief, and the latter two both staring along with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

“Married!?….” Paimons gaze towards Zhongli was as sharp as knives. "So you're telling me you both are married?! And neither of you thought to tell either of us?!" Paimon thought about it for a moment before her eyes went wide at a thought that graced her, and with a small voice she whispered to Zhongli. "D-Does she know?!"

Zhonglis eyes glanced down, a knowing look plastered his face and a smile gracing his soft features. “Paimon, Traveller, I'd told you the cleansing bell was an important part of Liyues Adepti parting traditions but had I ever told you the story and the significance of the Cleansing Bell?”

At this, the two shake their heads.

“Well, the bell is quite a special sentiment in the history of Liyue.

In ancient times, specifically times of the Archon war, the bell was notoriously known to only be given to those in which Rex Lapis himself held a great amount of trust in. It was used as a means to cleanse the mortal realm, and with such power, came the need for a trusted individual to guard it.

"You can't hold possession of that thing forever." Ghuizhong's voice was light against the still air of Guili Plains, the two walking side by side on their way towards a town not too far from the main city. There was a war coming, and in turn business to be done.

"It can't be trusted on anyone else. It's too important. It holds the power to cleanse the mortal realm, and in the wrong hands... well."

"The wrong hands?" Guizhong chuckled in dismay. "You have people you can trust with your life, but no one you can trust with that little bell?"

"It's... significant to me."

Morax's tone was final and at this Guizhong looked sideways, eyeing the expression of the man beside her as they walked. He seemed tense, jaw clenched and eyes glowing a slight golden color. She realized that maybe he'd had an experience before hand, a negative one that lead to the betrayal of trust and maybe even the loss of a life.

That was the moment Guizhong realized that the bell truly wasn't just a bell, at least not to Rex Lapis, and maybe pressing on it wasn't intelligent. She was Rex Lapis' advisor, which meant she knew his temperament and his boundaries. This definitely seemed like one.

Though what wasn't a boundary...

"Alright... But who's to say you can't find someone. You and Acestia seem close."

"Guizhong, stop that." For the first time on this short trip, Guizhong truly laughed.

"What? Just pointing out a fact."

"I don't want to hear this again. You're delusional and quite annoying."

Once again she laughed.

"Guizhong please, I won't hesitate to leave you here."

Rex lapis held the bell in his position for hundreds of years, never trusting anyone enough to hand off the possession to guard. Sure he had people he loved- trusted in battle- trusted with his life. But the bell wasn't just a matter of spears and willpower. It was a matter of serenity and eternal peace. Morax's polearm clashed against that of your own, grunts sounding as you spun around, gliding your weapon against the handle of his own until it fell free from his lock and ready for you to charge again. Morax grinned at your efforts, proud of the way you'd freed yourself from a dire situation without hesitation.

"Good job, smart and quick, don't let yourself be cornered." He commented.

Finally he let off, letting his pole arm hang low as indication that he was pleased with your work for today. "This is a war Acestia, you may be a Yaksha so you may be one of the strongest, but anything goes in war. You must be ready."

With a swift nod, you bowed your head low in respect and smiled. "I understand, and I appreciate the sentiment Lord Geo."

Morax stood for a second, arms low by his side, pole arm firmly between his hand, upper body on full display as he stared down at your bowing form. His hood had fallen during the sparring match you both had indulged in and sweat gleamed his body as a result. You stood quietly, awaiting a dismissal but it never came.

It took a moment, but finally he spoke. "Acestia. What is it you're fighting for?"

Without a moment between, you spoke firmly. "You, Rex Lapis."

"No." His voice was firm, purposeful. And for that your head snapped up, polearm drooping besides you as you glanced on in confusion. Morax looked upon your furrowed eyebrows and noticed how innocently pretty you looked in that moment. Hm. Then he clarified. "What is it you're fighting for."

You let the question digest for a moment, blinking up at the archon with doe eyes as you thought about the answer. What were you fighting for? It took a moment to find your voice, but soon you'd straitened, your illustrious outfit shifting with your bold movements.

"Me? Well, I guess I'm fighting for peace- fighting for an era of serenity. For prosperity and safety to all whom inhabit this land.” Morax observed the sudden glint in your eye as the words escaped your mouth, a response he’d noticed had been pondered upon for quite some time. “I don't want the people I protect to suffer anymore. When I made a contract with you, I made a contract with Liyue- No, a promise. To protect this land and bring tranquillity to this generation, and every generation to come. I do fight for you Rex Lapis, because I fight for Liyue."

Rex Lapis seemed surprised… yet content at your words. It was a response he hadn’t been expecting, but a response he was satisfied with nonetheless. It was the moment he’d realised you’d truely come a long way from the cowering soul he’d found, to one of his most prized Yaksha.

The moment of stillness kept you on your toes, ciphering his expression with a clouded mind, pondering the idea that maybe you’d been just a little bit too passionate in your response. But he finally nodded in approval, and turned his head to the side, indicating that you were dismissed and free to leave as you pleased. Taking the signal, with a shallow bow and your polearm firmly between your fingers, you turned in your spot and made your way over towards Alatus, who had been waiting silently for the sparring match between you and your god to end.

Morax’s eyes followed you as you approached your fellow Yaksha, observing as you smiled wide towards him and initiated a cheerful conversation, in which Alatus had nodded and sent an attentive smile as indication that he acknowledged your words, before bowing in respect towards Rex Lapis, a bow in which Morax swiftly returned. Finally you two both pivoted, Alatus leading the both of you towards the rest of the Yaksha all conversing just a lengths away.

Morax watched as you approached the group, slowly descending to sit on the grass besides Alatus and Bonanus, being swayed into a laugh by something Bosacius had boast about. It was in that moment Morax’s morale felt almost swayed for just a moment. There you were, spouting all the exact words he’d been waiting to hear for decades, slowly tempting him to trust you through your inspiring willpower and heartening morality.

Suddenly, his mind had come to from his thoughts for a moment, and it was only then he’d realised his hand had seemingly subconsciously made its way towards the bell, caressing the material as he watched you interact with your friends. You were starting to become a reoccurring theme in his life- and with this, he turned from his position and made his way off the grass field -And he wasn’t sure if he was too apposed to the idea either.

It was to be guarded by someone Rex Lapis trusted not with his life but with his nation, and that a person he'd never found. That was until an old comrade of his suddenly wasn’t much of a comrade anymore. The war had been raging for so long, he'd hardly remembered the date anymore. A sea of red mirages the landscape of Liyue, rocks carved by his own fingers stained with the blood of his enemies. Rex Lapis heaves a breath as he finds the strength to pull his polearm out of the chest of whichever poor soul had challenged him with intent, finally finding a moment to take a look at his fellow comrades- his Yaksha's fighting beside him.

There he'd find his people, eyes glancing over each one of his 6 Yaksha's- first was Bosacius, releasing an array of attacks upon enemy immortals. Then he'd noticed Bonanus and Indaris fighting side by side, soon was Menogias swiftly dodging a sharp attack and then Alatus plowing though enemies with his jade spear gleaming.

Finally his eyes glanced towards her. You. Vision gleaming and skin coated with a layer of sweat as you swung your spear out of one enemy and straight into another, finally clearing the last of them in your immediate surrounding area. At the moment of calm, you found a second to collect yourself, wiping the splatter of blood that had landed upon your face. It was a deep blue color, unlike the blood you'd been expecting to see and it took a moment to remember that these enemies weren't human. They were just like you.

It was almost as if, the madness of it all had fully consumed you for just a moment, the madness of the war, the fighting, the idea of killing adepti just like yourself. that was until you felt the gleaming gaze boring into the side of your body. In a split moment your eyes had snapped up, making direct eye contact with the man you were here to protect, your god, your diety, your purpose. And everything seemed to snap into place all of a sudden.

Rex Lapis' eyes found yours, and he'd almost let the shock he felt at how tormented your face looked for a moment consume him, if he hadn't taken complete notice of the way his heart fluttered when you looked at him instead. It was as if he was enraptured by you, in that moment all he could see was you.

The screaming of adepti, the weight of his pole arm, the blood on your face, on your clothes, on your hands - he was blind to it all, all except you. Archons, how hadn't he noticed you before, you were absolutely breathtaking and he was stupid for not seeing it before. For the first time he supposed, Guizhong was right.

In that moment, he'd realized that he might have found something he'd finally want to pursue that wasn't bloodshed, maybe he'd play his cards right and try his luck with you. You who's eyes were gleaming at him with wonder. You, who stood drenched in the blood of his enemies, protecting him and his nation. You, who suddenly raised your spear above your shoulder with murderous intent and launched it forward with as much force pummeling straight towards him.

What?!

Morax's eyes finally fleet from your glowing form and followed as the spear suddenly blew straight past and into the chest of a man beside him, watching as he dropped to the ground along with a sword that clattered before him. He stared for a moment before glancing back up to you suddenly before him, hands running down his shirtless figure and along his golden arms searching for any wounds.

The other yaksha's had taken note of the situation and were currently making their way towards the two of you in extreme worry for their god. In the meantime you were doting over him with an extremely worried expression yourself, sputtering words of fear for his health and berating him for not being more aware of his surroundings, yet all he could focus on was the lingering touch of your hands against his body and how amazing the reaction his body gave felt. Oh yeah, Guizhong was definitely right. And he was gonna be trying his luck with you.

Someone he'd fought alongside, someone he'd christened a warrior - a yaksha - with his own two hands, someone he'd renamed and given a new life to suddenly wasn't just a loyal worshipper anymore.

"No longer are you to be commanded by demons, from now on you are a vigilant Yaksha fighting for the protection of Liyue. You are, Acestia."

As the man bestowed your new name upon you, you couldn't help but gaze up into his breathtaking features with wonder, eyes gleaming in wander as your body knelt before your new god, the man that had saved you from your nightmare, pulled you from the grasps of demons who'd had a rule over you for years.

And with one final statement, you were his. "Yes Rex Lapis."

He'd seen her for more then what she was with hands stained of blood.

You eyes opened in a start, breath heaving and head spinning at the sudden awareness. You honestly hadn't a clue how you'd gotten here.

Though you'd noticed you weren't in any immediate danger - being nestled comfortably in the hideout Liyues warriors were using as shelter for the time being, something within you told you to panic. 

Breathing was becoming harder a task, more a chore, and your eyes were welling with unwilling tears that began to leak down your face. Your hands lifted earnestly to swipe the rogue tears away all until your pupils made contact with the thick golden liquid staining your hands from your palms to the tips of your fingers. 

In a moment of hysteria, a morbid shriek escaped your mouth, thrashing your hands away at your sides in a dire attempt to wipe the adepti blood from your hands. To no avail. Each time you brought your hands back up to your eyeline it seemed like there was more blood then the last. Your crying was becoming heavier, cries for help becoming louder and it wasn't until an arm grabbed your own that you realized there was someone besides you.

Turning to look at the culprit, Rex Lapis stood besides you in a worried daze, eyes searching every inch of your body as you cried in hysterics, begging for relief from the bloodied mess before you.

"Acestia! Acestia! Are you okay?! Please Acestia talk to me." 

It seemed he'd been screaming at you for quite some time- if the slight fade in of his voice was any indication to you. Slowly blinking up at him, your tears began to slow. "M-My hands.... What have I done."

Looking down upon your trembling hands held up to your face, Rex Lapis furrowed his brows in confusion. "Acestia, I-... I don't understand."

"They're stained with blood. Who've I hurt this time?"

"Acestia, dear- your hands are..." It took a moment for Morax to find his words. "Your hands are clean. You haven't hurt anyone."

But his words were of no comfort to you, instead you looked down, head hanging as your tears fell to the floor instead. "I'm a murderer. My own people. Slaughtered by my own hands."

"Acestia this is war, I don't know what outcome you expect-"

"No!" You'd never raised your voice like that to your god, yet in your hysterics you didn't seem to care. Neither did he. He just wanted you safe and calm again.

"Not the war! Before... I- I hurt people. I hurt Adepti. I-I'm a monster."

Finally it had dawned on him. The hysterics, the 'blood', the duty you felt to him and this nation. You were haunted by a past that was never yours to decide on. A pawn you were to demons, and in turn those demons haunt you as a knight.

"Never." He'd whispered, suddenly your hands, your bloodied and stained hands had been clenched between two, much bigger. But unlike you'd expected, the blood didn't smear, the blood hadn't transferred onto Morax's hands and stained his as well. No, instead  they'd stayed dry and as he leant back to expose your hands to you once more, the blood on your own had dissipated too. Like it was never there- because it was never there. 

"You can never be a monster for something you didn't choose. You survived a previous life and you've repented for your sins a million times over with every slash of your polearm you've sent to protect this nation." 

The words that escaped the Archons mouth had your own hanging wide open. This man, your god was vouching for you - too you. He was singing your praise and holding your hands as he'd done it.

Your god was worshipping you. 

It was almost too good to be true, almost a dream come to life and you would have believed it was if it wasn't for the sudden proximity Morax had gained on you. He was so close all of a sudden, hood down leaving nothing on his upper body but the connecting cloth over his shoulders leading into his long robe behind him. 

"I know you don't believe me. But what better forgiveness then the forgiveness of your god?" And with not a moment to spare he'd leant forward to catch your lips in what would be the first kiss of millions to come. 

She wasn't just his yaksha anymore but was soon becoming his angel. Only then, when the tides had changed, when the war stopped and harmony soon fall upon Liyue, only when his Yaksha had become his lover, for the first time had he entrusted the bell to someone else.

"I-... I want you to be the new keepsake of the Cleansing Bell."

Suddenly his hands which lay upon your body felt like ice as he spoke. The man lay besides you, lips pressed against the top of your head as he spoke his words quietly and meekly- very unlike Morax indeed.

"What was that?"

"Dont pretend you didn't hear me..." His eyes finally glanced down, your own head creasing up to look at him besides you, his bare body against your own bare body. "I meant it. I trust you with it."

"But Morax, you haven't trusted a soul with it in over 1000 years, why m-"

"Don't you dare question why it would be you while I lay naked besides you." His words were light hearted and humorous, a tone which you couldn't help but smile at. He truly was the most perfect person to you. "This bell isn't just a keepsake. Its a promise- I... I want to be besides you for the rest of your life, and I truly do mean that. You've been with me through hundreds of years of turmoil and war and now my nation has finally found the peace It was seeking. And I... Ive found it too."

You were silent listening to the Archon speak. Through years of trust building, comradeship, friendship and now relationship, he'd always managed to flip the tables and worship you with his words instead. Though this seemed different, this seemed... Life long... Eternal.

"Please say you'll take it. Please say you'll take me too."

And with one final statement, you were his. "Yes, Rex Lapis."

Someone who had still held that bell up until the… passing of said archon.”

“So, the bell was like… a symbol of unity?” Paimons eyes gazed upon Zhongli in wonder, seemingly entranced by the long lineage of love between the former Archon and the former Yaksha.

Finally, Zhongli smiled widely, “In the same way mortals exchange vows and rings, Rex Lapis passed off the Cleansing Bell to her all those years ago. Though as times changed and Rex Lapis... I, made the decision to denounce my archon title, I also thought it fitting to instead follow mortal traditions as well- so, now we pass off the cleansing bell to the Exuvia - Rex Lapis’ old form. And in this new mortal one we exchange rings instead.” And as the story came to a close, the couple extended their hands forward to showcase two equally shiny Cor Lapis ring upon each ring finger.

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PRETTY BLUE LACE THONG

Teen!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader 4.9K words

Summary: Thursday night movie nights are typical with Satoru except for when the movie happens to be a little more explicit then expected.

Content Warning: smut - not too many intense themes, but slight spit warning, size kink, non gender neutral reader, teen gojo (around 17-18) slight angst towards the end, probably my gramma

Nights in after an exceptionally long day training were always a thing to look forward to, particularly with the unforgiving Jujutsu Tech assigned schedule. Nights in with Satoru on the other hand, were almost as exhausting as the school day itself.

His unforgivingly energetic and tasteless personality were almost exhausting enough to tempt you to kick the loud mouthed idiot out; for anyone else, at least, it would be - but unfortunately, the loud mouthed idiot happened to be someone you'd consider a best friend, and tolerance was something you'd come to familiarize yourself with around him.

At least, at first it was tolerance.

You'd nearly hate to admit that the 'tolerance' you harbored towards Satoru slowly turned into fondness. You guessed that's why Thursday nights had become a sort of movie night for the two of you, and why your back lay firmly against Satoru's front, laying lazily in the bed of your dorm, two pairs of eyes fixated on this weeks chosen movie.

The movie was a slow-paced romance, but building steadily towards a climax - enough so that before you both knew it, the female lead had been stripped down to nothing but her undergarments, revealing an obviously expensive pair of lace underwear beneath the shorts she had been wearing.

To this, a scoff left your lips, a scoff in which Satoru was quick to comment on.

"What?"

Your voice was low in reply. "Nothing, just... Kinda unrealistic."

There was silence for a moment as Satoru shifted his arm behind his head, before raising an eyebrow, "Unrealistic how?"

"Unrealistic like- no girl would ever wear a set that expensive so casually underneath their everyday outfits."

Once again Satoru shifted, this time to glance down at you with a exasperated look. "What?"

"Its true," You chuckled. "Lingerie is expensive and uncomfortable, no one wears it outside the bedroom."

Satoru pondered your words, tongue darting across his lip as he finally reached a conclusion of his own. "Thats not true."

To this you raised an eyebrow, in which Gojo chuckled at the sight, "Im serious, all my women wear nice expensive sets all the time."

The response Satoru gave you left you nothing short of speechless for a moment, glancing up at him in exasperation at the utter ignorance this man constantly displayed. With an audible sigh and a shake of your head, you finally allowed your eyes to leave the screen and glance at the man above you, who now sport a smug but inquisitive expression.

"Well, no shit Satoru, cause your girls know they're getting laid that night. Most girls don't just decide to wear a nice pair of lingerie without thinking she was possibly going to get dicked down later."

Satoru was silent for a moment, his expression indicating that your words might have gotten through to him before his face suddenly shifted back into smug- obviously expressing his usual hard headed nature. You once again exhaled heavily.

"Do you understand how uncomfortable that shit is? Its irritating and itchy, you always have to be careful on how you pull on them cause one wrong move and there goes 80 dollars worth of fabric. They're always riding up your ass, and you can never pull them over that little bulge on your belly. They're just inconvenient. I know from personal experience that no woman ever wears that shit unless they're tryna feel pretty for someone."

Gojo was silent for a moment contemplating the words that slipped your mouth, a smile plastered along his face at the playful yet slightly inappropriate conversation that wouldn't fly so easy if you weren't so close. He notes that you seemed to be laughing along at the thoughtful look upon his face, head turned upwards from beneath him to glance at the underside of his profile. You couldn't help but find the contemplative expression on his face humorous, laughing loudly as you pressed yourself further into his chest in order to properly look up at him.

Finally, he clicked his tongue, readjusting the position of his right leg further outwards to allow you more space as you shifted along his abdomen. "Nah, I've fucked enough girls to know. Theres no way every single one of them was thoughtful enough to wear a nice blue lacy thong all for me." He was teasing you, you realized - the asshole.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his sarcastically arrogant phrasing. "Boy, don't flatter yourself - no one is wearing that shit for you."

"I bet you're wearing that shit for me."

A light silence rang between the two at the indication of his statement. Satoru's smile never let up - instead growing ever so slightly at the notable way he felt your body tense against his own in the most minuscule way possible, your slightly hooded eyes holding his own with a weight the two had grown awfully familiar with.

Satoru's tone was customarily teasing, a hint of humor hidden in his voice as you chuckled, movie completely forgotten as you both indulged in the ever-present sexual tension that always seemed to hover between each other.

"My shit stays pretty for no body but myself." You emitted a playful scoff as you spoke, a heavy look glimmering in your eyes as you glanced on up at your best friend.

"I bet. Too bad, I don't believe things 'less I see them with my own eyes."

Your smile grew wider as you peered up at him and Satoru's eyes alight in interest -with a tint of excitement- as he proceeded to watch you shuffle yourself upwards a little more, head falling back to nestle against his shoulder as apposed to its previous position against his chest. "Is that so?"

Satoru's eyes pursued yours as you adjusted, admittedly satisfied with the reduced distance between yourselves, "What can I say, I'm a visual learner."

"You tryna get in my pants 'toru?" The smile on your face never let up as you spoke, both your eyes locked on the others, heated bodies leaning in ever so slightly as the conversation grew just the slightest bit more heated. "You know I'm always tryna get into that pretty little lace of yours." Satoru's crystal blue eyes grew just the slightest bit more heavy as he peaked over at his best friend before him, keeping hold of the conversation with a smirk.

You laughed once more, rolling your eyes at his insistence. "'m telling you 'toru, I don't dress up pretty for no one but myself, especially not you."

"Prove it."

Despite how heated the conversation was getting, the atmosphere around you sustained a sense of devilish playfulness, as if the thought of getting with each other hadn't been looming between you two for months on end.

You laughed at the boys words, as if the insinuation of them were nothing but a friendly gesture - a favor - that you were openly willing to help out with. "Okay." And your hand slipped away from Satoru's arm, gripping the length of your waist to slip down past your stomach and under the waistband of your sweats.

Gojo's eyes followed the length of your arm with a sly smirk, not a moment of hesitation in your actions as you proceeded to press the back of your palm up against the innerside of your sweatpants. The gesture of your hand ultimately pushed the fabric up and away from your skin, revealing a pretty yet plain pair of black underwear, topped off with a tiny black bow at the very centre of its waistband.

So now here Satoru lay, your body against his own, movie long forgotten in the background, staring down the length of his best friends raised sweatpants with an arm draped over your waist, admiring the pretty plain panties you bear as proof that you were in no apparent mindset of impressing him.

And why should you be? The two of you had been best friends for over 3 years now, and everyone around you was overly aware of the ever-growing sexual tension between the two of you, completely unaddressed and always fostering. Why should you make any effort to impress someone you were always technically 'platonically' involved with?

And he knew this, so why couldn't he explain why the boring plain panties made his body light aflame with a want - no, a need to ravage everything under the boring black fabric from where you lay? The desire he felt to make your body fall apart against his own with nothing but his hands, more then the pretty lace panties he could have sworn he loved on a woman ever could.

The smirk on your face and your smug aura as you created a peak in your pants for Gojo to view left the man in question with a smirk in of his own, eyes finally flicking away from his best friends panties to your eyes, suddenly captivated by the deliberate eye contact you two began to hold, both with devilish smirks that never seemed to fade.

The air around you grew thicker with every passing moment, inbetween you both settling an intense longing for something to happen, for a move to finally be made - presented in the form of smug, hooded eyes and shit eating grins at the presence of the others notably heated figure against them.

Satoru made note of the lust in your eyes, not a doubt in his mind that his own mimicked that of yours. And as you pulled your tongue out - in just the slightest way possible - allowing it to run the length of your bottom lip in the most mesmerizing manner he'd ever laid sight upon, he couldn't take the tension any longer, rolling his eyes into the back of their lids while a strained groan escaped his lips as he adjusted himself beneath you, trying desperately to find a position that would cool the growing heat between his legs.

You chuckled at his state, before you finally made eye contact again, your right hand still tenting your pants upwards for his eyes to revel upon. There was a silence between you once again which settled upon the room, but that silence was quickly and suddenly torn away by an unanticipated, strenuous feminine moan neither of you had been anticipating. Smirks falling flat, eyes widening at the sound, you both turned your eyes away from the other in order to glance at the tv, finally taking notice of the steadily escalating sex scene between the two main characters.

A labored breath emitted from Satoru's lips as he basked his eyes upon the screen, absolutely dumbfounded by the site of the female lead on her knees, breast frantically bouncing for the screen to see as she arched her back into the male lead behind her, who was thrusting heavy hips into her from behind. His head lay snuggly in the curve of her neck, as the woman's hand tugged and pulled at the disheveled hair upon it. And the moans - oh the moans - were echoing around the room as if it were made of marble, reverberating through the ears of both Satoru and yourself, as you both gaped along in lustful awe at the site.

The air between the two of you grew to a point beyond return, a richly dense atmosphere unlike anything the two had ever experienced before as your eyes collectively endured the absurdly lewd image of the girl being pounded into by her love interest. And suddenly Satoru couldn't take it anymore, glancing down at the hand you had yet to move from your pants out of sheer shock, not a moment of uncertainty becoming him as an instantaneous hand of his own ran down the length of your pants, dipping under the black fabric of your underwear without a single hesitant thought.

Your eyes widened beyond a point they had ever extended before the moment Satoru's hand plunged past the waistline of the black underwear you had been so confident to show him not a moment ago, "Satoru?!"

"You gonna let me? Or you gonna stop me?" The question was genuine but the unwavering smirk on his face expressed that he wholly knew what your answer would be either way. And with his overly attractive eyes boring right into your own, along with the burning touch of his fingers just millimeters from your clit, you allowed yourself to let out a shaky, "Please Satoru." And that was all he needed.

Warm fingers now dancing upon the skin of your most lewd area - all the air in your lungs seemingly dispersed, head spinning frantically as your vision blurred until all you could see was white. A desperate moan escaped your lips at the heavenly feeling of your best friends hands rubbing circles against your clit, and your body couldn't comprehend the otherworldly sensations bestowed upon you so suddenly by him, squirming around in pure instinct to the hot pleasure and relief between your legs.

Satoru, witnessing the image of you suddenly unable to contain the instinctive motions of your body, smirked with pride - and proceeded to curl his right leg over your own, his left arm gripping the length of your waist even tighter, trapping you against him in order to limit your squirming to a minimum - your bodies now entangled against each other whilst Satoru worked his best friend to a dumbified state.

Your hand leaned back to grip something - anything as he worked and molded your body as his own, finding the wisps of his white hair between your fingers, desperately pulling against it in an act of frantic pleasure.

Not expecting the act, Satoru's head suddenly jerked backward as you tugged against his white strands, a slight grunt escaping the plump of his lips, a smirk dancing along his face as his eyes rolled backwards - a deep chuckle emitting from his lips at the actions of the girl between his thighs. "Keep moving like that and I'll leave you like this." He chuckled.

Through a desperate breath, you managed to utter out a soft, "Asshole." to which Gojo continued to laugh - an awed expression dancing across his eyes at the breathtaking sight before him.

Satoru'd be completely lying if he admitted he had never imagined the sight of you squirming beneath him before; fantasized about you coming undone by his fingers and his fingers alone- moaning lawlessly for no one else but himself. It was a beautiful sight- a scene he'd come to rely on for relief when the thoughts of you became too much to bear. Yet now, presented with that fantasy as an absolute reality, he had to admit no image his brain had conjured up would ever amount to the real sight before him.

The rise and fall of your chest, the melody of your moans, the squint of your eyes and the image of the motion of his hand underneath your black underwear; it was all enough to drive him insane- hook him completely and he was almost tempted to vow to never see anyone else like this but you- to make you vow to never let anyone else see you like this but him. It was ethereal.

Satoru's fingers continued their assault on your clit, rubbing backwards and forwards and up and down - playing your body like his own in a way you'd never experienced pleasure before - the mans fingers ignited a white hot flush which coursed throughout your body unlike any man had ever been able to conjure - a flush which ran straight from your core, to the tips of your fingers - made your legs weak and emitted an array of butterflies through your stomach.

A mindless moan escaped the slit of your lips, not an ounce of shame or consideration left in your mind as Satoru worked his fingers against your body. Your eyes glanced forward, suddenly captivated by the image on the screen, the woman now on his lap, rotated around to face the boy, grinding her hips against his cock as an array of moans emitted from both their mouths.

There was something so lewd about the situation that turned you on beyond belief - the absolutely obscene movie porn displayed before you and your best friend both laying in your bed, his chest against your back and his hand submerged far past the waistband of your pants as he worked magic against your clit.

Suddenly the boy on the screens hand shot forward to wrap around the base of his girlfriends neck, the other pushing further to grasp at her hair, pulling it back far enough for his head to hover directly over hers, and without an ounce of hesitation the girl opened her mouth and the boy spat a ball of spit into it. The sight had you moaning in absolute ecstasy, eyes rolling backwards and head falling back - dropping against the flesh of Satoru's shoulder as a long moan slipped into existence.

Satoru - completely taken aback by the site of his best friend falling apart at the content of the literal porn in front of them - glanced down at your face with wide eyed astonishment, beyond aroused at your scrunched up face laying on his shoulder.

"Holy shit." The words were breathy as he spoke. "I think- I think you're gonna kill me."

His voice encouraged you to open your eyes, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you leaned your head back a little further to glance up at him. His eyes made direct contact with your own, breathtakingly blue irises peaking out at you from the whisps of his white eyelashes, shadowed by his lustfully heavy lids.

He seemed just as captivated by the situation as you were, but apposingly more interested in the sight of you falling apart under the talents of his fingers as apposed of the movie scene that had furthered your arousal beyond belief.

Despite having no stimulation himself, his face seemed exceptionally flushed as your eyes held each others, his unbreakable glare becoming too much for you to bare - and with that, a heavy whine emitted from your mouth as you twisted your neck to shade your view from Satoru's between his neck.

Finally allowing himself to break away from his admiration, he found himself chuckling at your actions, basking in the feeling of your pussy squelching beneath his fingers - an array of beyond vulgar sounds emitting from your pants as his hand worked you towards an orgasm he knew was soon to come.

"God, are you always this wet? We- We should really do this more often, I really don't think once is going to cut it for me now that I've had a taste."

"Satoru!" Your voice sounded with a strained toned, eyes squinting and expression begging him to finally push you over the edge, to work you towards the orgasm you knew was soon approaching.

The volume of your own moans were almost enough to mask the soft sound of Satorus; enough so that you'd almost halted your own whines to verify the sounds you had sworn you'd heard. Though, your close proximity to the man was an indicator enough, the vibrations of his chest against your body confirming the low groans sounding through the room were indeed coming from the man behind you.

Instinctively, your eyes roamed downwards, tracing along the length of his arm- dark blue veins bulging with the movement of his muscles; up and down, tensing and untensing. Further your eyes fell, until finally landing upon the fabric of your sweats and despite the lack of exposed skin, the image of his hand underneath the fabric was mesmerizing, the material swaying up and down and around in circles as he touched you in places you'd only dreamed he would.

It only felt right to lay your own hand against his lower arm, feeling the ripples of his muscles as he worked at your clit, silently encouraging him to keep going through moans and squeezes.

"God." He was throbbing beneath his shorts, Satoru honestly couldn't recall a moment he'd been harder in his life. "I don't think I can - mhh - I can do this anymore."

His breaths were becoming ragged, eyes pressing shut, "God baby, save me the embarrassment before I cum in my pants and let me fuck you... Please."

Jesus. He's trying to kill you.

"In..."

"Huh?" His voice was audibly strained.

"In me, Satoru!"

There wasn't a moments worth of hesitation at the consent of his request, and in a split second he had pushed you forward and twisted you to face his front.

The act of his movements were so sudden you found yourself taking a moment to collect your bearings and reground your racing mind. You were now straddling his lap, face to face as apposed to lying against his chest, and his hand had left the waistband of your pants and instead found their place on your waist, now pulling you upwards in an attempt to free your legs of the sweats he'd been ruining not a moment prior.

It only took a few seconds to pull the sweats from your body, the black underwear at fault also embedded between the discarded fabrics, and in a last ditch effort to speed up the process; Satoru had settled for just pulling the front of his own shorts down far enough to allow his cock to spring out of the fabric- the flesh so swollen and red it had your eyes rolling back at the sight.

He was as big as you'd expected him to be. His reputation with women was fruitful enough to allow images and expectations to conjure in your mind, and lord did he not disappoint.

Satoru didn't hesitate, grabbing himself at the tip and swiftly aligning his length against your entrance before dropping his free arm holding you up by the waist and watching your eyes roll shut as you dropped to the hilt around him.

The relief the feeling granted him was absolutely heavenly -- euphoric unlike any pleasure he'd experienced before and it was at that moment he knew he truly would not last long at all. But that was okay, because he could tell you weren't going to either.

Satoru began thrusting harsh, not allowing a moment for either one of you to adjust no matter how much his inner self conscious was advising him to. His outer self- the part of him currently hammering his cock up into his best friend- was winning the conflict between restraint and complete white hot pleasure unlike any before.

Your responsive moans to his harsh thrust were indication enough that the self disciplined side of yourself was loosing also, allowing the speed of his hips to carry you through your whines and squirming which he corrected with a secure grip against your waist.

"Satoru... Satoru please." Your voice was so whiny and breathless, jesus he was becoming addicted.

"You don't get pretty for me, hm? Well baby this is the prettiest anyones ever looked for me."

God, the butterflies that elicited within you were undescribable. Truly Gojo Satoru; flirting through his whines.

"I'm so close."

"mh- I'm really close too."

Between the slaps of your skin, your own and Satoru's unrelentless moans, and the moans of the protagonists of the long since forgotten movie behind you, the room was a mix of echoing sex sounds and growing tension. Satorus hands under your sweater were digging more harshly into your skin and you knew he was moments from the edge.

With a final few thrusts from Satoru, the pressure long since building in your lower stomach finally came to a climax, bursting throughout your entire body while his assault against your pussy never ceased.

Your vision hazed over with a white fog and it wasn't until your body slumped over into his chest that Satoru realized you'd finally reached your end. Responsively, he caught you by the back of your neck, pressing your face into the nape of his own and slowed his pace down into a circular motion to allow you a comfortable come down from your high.

Your body came apart at this, pussy fluttering in ecstasy at the tender care he displayed; fluttering that gojo himself had not failed to notice, the pulsing feeling of your tight pussy quivering up against him pushing him to his own climax.

His brain muttering one word at the feeling of an orgasm so intense; fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...

As a quick instinctive reaction, gojo made motions to pull his drenched cock out from between your legs before the aftermath of his actions could catch up to him, but instead, the feeling of a warm hand against his own had him stuttering further then just his orgasm.

"In, in, in. Come in me."

Satoru had never even considered the prospect of coming in any of the girls he'd been with. Yet not a single thought in his brain disagreed with the notion of coming in you.

And with that, he let go and felt as your body milked his cock of every drop he was worth, swallowing his cum as his body quivered and shook in ecstasy. No orgasm amounted to the feeling he endured in that moment right there. His own quivering body against yours, shaky breaths mingling as you twitched a few more times from the come down of your orgasm.

Before long, you'd both slumped back; your own body against his front and his back against the headboard of your bed.

For a moment the come down was filled with nothing but harsh breathless panting and the muttering of the tv as the movie progressed into the next- very ordinary (very irrelevant) scene.

"I guess not all your girls wear a nice blue lacy thong all for you now."

Satoru chuckled at your words, hands caressing under your sweater and up your back. "Theres one exception I suppose." He smiled. "Actually... I think I might prefer the plain black underwear now. Or maybe I just prefer the girl attached."

Gojo Satoru truely was always in character. Flirting even during come down.

As you both made a move to readjust positions, a sudden banging on the wall besides your bed drew you both out of your haze with a start. "Are you two done now? Can you shut the fuck up?! We have class in like 5 hours."

The feminine voice had a laugh creeping from both your and Satoru's own chests, a slight tint painting your face as you banged the wall twice with your fists and smirked. "Sorry Shoko!"

A low, "Fuck you." was audible as the volume dropped and your laughing ceased.

"What time is it?" You sighed.

"Fuck, I don't know, like- 3 maybe."

"Im fucking exhausted."

Smug eyes fluttered your way, checking you up and down with a smirk. "I fuck you that good?"

"Nah, I had a long day Satoru- its what happens when you actually pay attention in class."

"Are you talking about paying attention in class?" A boisterous laugh left his throat, the motion bouncing you slightly- yet just enough to groan at the feeling of his cock - still inside - brushing up against your now very sensitive spot. "damn I really did fuck you that good, you're delusional."

With a groan, you finally began shifting off of him, his hands guiding you to the position besides him before finally tucking himself back into his pants. "Fuck you."

"After that- whenever you please."

There was a moment of stillness between the two of you as the authenticity behind his words echoed through, promoting you to admire the look of content on his face as he stare back. It was almost as if the ever growing sexual tension between you two had shifting into something else entirely, something wholly more intimate.

But you came to the conclusion that the notion was entirely too complex for your fucked out brain to process at that moment, and sleep was truly the only idea creeping its way up into your forethought.

And with a kick to his shin, you shifted in your bed to pull the blankets up towards your chin, closing your eyes with a sigh. "I'm going to bed. You can stay if you want but don't forget to turn off the tv."

The tight feeling in Satoru's chest never let up as he watched you spin around and close your eyes- it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd spent the night in your dorm- especially on Thursday movie nights. It wouldn't be abnormal for Suguru to wake up the next morning looking for Satoru in the boys dorms, only to realize he'd spent the night at your dorm instead, but this time felt different.

He didn't want you to just turn your back and close your eyes; he didn't want to have to wake up earlier tomorrow and rush to his dorm the next morning so he could get ready for class on time. Not that he ever was- ultimately resulting in your laughter as he got lectured by Yaga for what would be the first time of many that day.

There was a part of him that wanted you to sleep not away from him but with him, facing him, in his arms. There was a part of him that didn't want to rush to class alone the next morning, but instead wanted to wake up with you and show up late together.

But as your breathing got slower and your movement got steadier, he realized that maybe pretty blue lace thongs would just have to do. Cause the plain black exception for him didn't seem to view him as the white haired exception for her.

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A SPITTING IMAGE

Zhongli x Fem!Reader 3.1K words

Summary: It's inevitable that an archon baby would possess divine features, It still doesn't catch you any less off guard when they start to present themselves.

Content Warning: a baby lmao, mother reader, father Zhongli, reader from Sumeru, probably grammatical errors

| Zhia | pronounced 'Zheeyah' - I took a mix of a traditional arab name (Zia) and added a h to match Zhongli. I thought it was fitting considering I decided to make the reader from Sumeru :)

As beautiful as Sumeru was, the nights in Liyue were nothing short of remarkable, in your own opinion. The usual Liyuan climate was divinely warm - an array of sun rays and a steady ocean breeze usually upheld the alluring city atmosphere - but as the sun set, the warm ocean breeze chilled over and left the city in a pleasurable state of tranquility.

Liyue was much different to your birthplace of Sumeru, and nights in Liyue by climate standards alone were enough to cause your appeal towards the city to prosper. But now the nightly routine of cuddling your baby Zhia while you waited for your husband to finish his evening shower was what truly made your nights in Liyue unforgettable.

The wind blew steadily through the open window, and the constant patter of the shower a door down had become white noise as Zhia lazily lay front ways against your chest, your own back pressed against the headboard of your bed frame.

This scene had become a persistant routine over the past couple of months since baby Zhia had been born. You'd usually spend most of your day at work, your daughter left in the care of Liyues youth (usually Chongyun, Xingqui and Xiangling when they were free) then ending your day an hour or so before Zhongli ended his own. And as you waited for your husband to finish his end of day shower, you sat stroking your daughter as she slowly temped herself to sleep after a long afternoon giggling about with the teens.

Tonight was no different, a soft hand stroking patterns against your daughters head, playing with the few inches worth of thick black hair - paired with golden amber tips. For having such a formidable and strong willed bloodline, she truly was such a well behaved, reserved baby.

She looked so peaceful, occupied with a pacifier, slowly blinking up at you as you ran a thumb up and down her head, coaxing her eyes slowly shut as you cooed at how adorable she looked.

All up until the small lump finally made contact with your fingers. The tiny - well, microscopic - rigid outline of what you could only describe as what felt like bone peaking through the hair on the right side of Zhia's head - similar to how a fresh tooth felt piercing through skin.

A soft yet sudden breath escaped the gap of your mouth, a slight "huh?" breaking past your lips as your fingers began rubbing around the general area in which you thought you felt the bump.

It took a second, your fingers grazing over nothing but soft hair until finally, a hard and sharp sensation grazed the pad of your thumb once again.

"Oh Zhia baby... what is that..." The words were soft as you positioned yourself higher against the headboard, eyebrows furrowing inwards as you pressed your finger into the unknown bump, inspecting it in the most inconspicuous way possible as to not startle the girl. Zhia was a calm baby, but still a baby no less, and panicking and causing a fuss over her would undoubtedly lead to an outburst of tears you were frankly way too exhausted to handle right now.

The sudden movement, though slight, was enough to have baby Zhia jolting out of her previously sluggish state, eyes peering wide awake as she glared up at her mother in wonder. The pacifier between her lips continued bobbing up and down as she reached a hand to clench her mothers top, and despite the fear you now held at the situation, you couldn't help but smile down at her and run the side of your index finger against her cheek.

Maybe you were bias as her mother, or maybe it had something to do with her literal divine genes, but Archons she was so perfect.

"Stop being so adorable and let me figure out what's going on here baby."

"What's going on here?"

The sudden display of the new voice in the room was enough to start you into a slight jump, Zhia letting out a weak whine at the shift in movement.

With the concern in your chest and your hand running circles over the lump in her hair, you hadn't noticed Zhongli coming out of the bathroom, ready to join his wife and daughter on the bed for their usual nightly cuddles together.

"Zhongli, you scared me." Your voice was notably quieter then usual, your statement not an exclamation of humor like usual, but instead a fact stated more to yourself then to anyone else in particular - you seemed distracted and concerned - and Zhongli took quick note of that.

"Is everything alright dear? You mentioned something being wrong."

Your eyes previously gaping intensely towards the top of Zhia's head now flicked up to look over at Zhongli, a quirk of your neck silently indicating for him to come closer.

"Baby, look." Your voice was slowly growing more panicked as the situation progressed, and as Zhongli finally placed himself on the bed besides you, you swiftly guided his hand over to the top of his daughters head, allowing his fingers to run over the small hard lump you'd recently noticed in the depths of her thick tufts of golden tipped hair.

"A... lump- it's- I don't- Oh god." He was quickly noticing how your tone was slowly descending into one of panic.

Zhongli was silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to rub circles, inspecting the object of your concern on your daughters head. His brows pulling inwards only pushing your cause for concern over the edge, a full blown panic beginning to bubble in your chest.

"Oh Archons, w-what is it?! Is it something bad? Do you think it's an early sign of some sort of illness...? O-Or a disease of some sort?! What if its not benign?! Should we take her to doctor Baizhu? Im taking her to doctor Baizhu! Do you reckon he'd come to us at this time of night? Like right now-"

"Darling!" His tone was stern, yet there was a hint of humor behind his sudden interruption. "I...-" His eyes suddenly softened significantly from the previous look of what you had interpreted as concern but really was just him focusing on the feeling of the bump on Zhias head. "I don't think you have any cause for concern." Finally, he let out an airy laugh.

"What do you...?"

"It's not a lump."

His confidence in his words was somewhat reassuring, especially as you considered the fact that your husband was over 6000 years old. He had seen a lot of things, observed many different illnesses and was very knowledgable. But your motherly concern was unwavering on the matter. Sure he was wise but can wise explain why your baby had a sharp lump poking out of her head?

"It's... not? B-but how can you be sure? I still think we should take her to Baizhu. Or maybe that mondstat healer can give her a look if he's too busy. Uh, what was her name again? Barbatos? Oh gods no thats the drunk archon... Barbara!"

In that moment, Zhongli had truly never seemed so amused by anyones fussing in his millenniums worth of life like he had in this moment. "No, no dear, unfortunately, I don't think any of those people could help with this one. Not any healer, not any scholar from Sumeru, certainly not that drunken bard." Zhongli rolled his eyes in apathy at the mention of his fellow yet imprudent archon.

"Then... what can we do?"

"Nothing."

There hadn't been a single thing that had ever left you at a loss for words like your husbands own in that moment. How could he be so... calm? Zhongli more then anyone else was so completely overprotective when It came to Zhia. The most minute scrape, the smallest topple, even the slightest of whines from her tiny little figure and Zhongli was making a fuss about how she needed to be more careful - about how someone needed to be hovering over her at all times when he couldn't because archons forbid anything happens to her…-

And yet here he was, eyes glimmering, with a humored tone to his voice over what quite possibly had been the scariest thing you've experienced with your child. You mean, when is a sharp lump on a babies head ever a thing worth not worrying about?

"Nothing?! Zhongli do you-"

"Nothing can be done about it because those people wouldn't have a clue as to what is occurring."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you clenched your daughter tighter to your chest, the conversation growing in volume starting to make her restless. "What and you would?" Your tone was obviously mocking and yet Zhongli's smile only widened.

"Yes."

At a complete loss for words now, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to widen completely, head now spinning - reeling - trying so desperately to connect the metaphorical dots here.

Zhongli finally chuckled once more. His hand still in Zhias hair which was previously observing the lump was now just stroking patterns over his daughters head. Zhia's response to this was a content coo as she finally took proper notice of her fathers presence, and suddenly Zhongli reached over to take the infant from your arms, wanting nothing more than to finally hold his daughter after a long day.

You complied with his movements, watching as he smiled down on her and cradled her small body against his chest, hand still intertwined in and stoking along her short dark strands of hair. Zhia took well to the embrace of her dad, an array of content noises filling the air as she desperately grabbed at the loose hair behind him, pulling and tugging in a way that had Zhongli chuckling.

"I would understand whats occurring because I've been through it."

His words were shocking and yet all you could do was lean forward to rub a hand against Zhias back and place the other on your husbands thigh. "What?"

"Well technically I don't exactly remember it too well, I was but a mere child myself when it happened but... Love, theres no need to worry. This isn't a lump nor an illness or a disease."

"...So what is it then?"

And finally, with a proud smile, Zhongli announced, "I guess her Archon genes are a little more dominant then we thought. They are her horns."

"They're-... They're her... She has...- Horns?!"

Zhongli really seemed to be quite amused by the situation, taking to the idea of his daughters new features quite well. Adoringly, he looked down upon his baby against his chest who was now glaring up at his own eyes, her head resting against his shoulder with a glassy, fatigued look. She was becoming sleepy he noticed. "To be quiet honest, I really didn't expect her to grow horns. Few immortal beings who take the form of humans possess horns. The Qilin do-"

"L-Like Ganyu and Yanfei?"

"-Precisely," He responded. "But its because they possess Adeptus genes. I thought maybe because she was born of an Archon and not just an Adeptus she wouldn't possess such features but now thinking of it, I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to think like that considering I too also have horns in my truer forms. It's only natural she'd take all my Archon features, even my ones not visible to the eye in human form."

Now, you had been told on occasion that you were quite a talkative person. And being married to a man who found himself maundering off on long and complex tangents meant you had become quite talented at responding to convoluted topics and contributing engaging input. And yet for the third time this evening, Zhongli had managed to stunt your articulation skills all together.

What in the world was he talking about? Horns? Divine features? This was certainly not a matter to be smiling about you had concluded. And yet he somehow had never looked so content.

This was undoubtedly a vexing situation. And he was smiling.

Zhia, up until this point had been quite subtle in regards to her Archon features. Sure her eye color was rather potent and there had perhaps been a few instances in which Zhia's excitement had gotten the best of her, just maybe causing the tips of her hair to start glowing a golden amber in and around the public streets of Liyue - one instance in particular being when she had gotten a little too joyful at the sight of a bird pecking at the pond in the plaza while Zhongli and yourself had been shopping at the general goods store, causing Zhongli to swiftly grab her from you and sprint towards the closed Funeral parlor for cover.

There had been instances but all together, Zhia looked and for the most part acted like a normal, human baby.

But horns?! Horns may as well have been a hand written sign that some supernatural phenomenon was occurring under your family roof. Neon flashing lights indicating that your household in particular wasn't entirely what they seemed.

"Zhongli, you don't see this as a problem?"

Zhongli's eyes flicked up and away from his daughters fluttering eyes, brows furrowing in ambivalence at your words.

"Why would this be a problem? She is what she is... Are you perhaps... not happy about this feature in particular?"

You quickly shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut with dismay. "No, no, of course thats not it. I know she's not human and im not put off by features that indicate who she is. It's just... Zhongli this is going to be very difficult to hide and people'll start asking questions. You see..."

"Oh." Finally, Zhonglis eyes dropped. "I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess- that is going to be quite an issue isn't it?"

A soft hum left your lips in response.

"Well, there are always methods of concealment. I've heard of a girl in Mondstat who covers her ears by blending the feature into her hair."

As the words left Zhonglis lips, your face fell in disbelief. "Really Zhongli?"

"What?"

"You don't see the problem with what you just said?"

"I don't-?"

"Youre aware of the way a girl hides her ears? She must do it real conspicuously cause obviously no ones figured her out, huh?" Your sarcastic tone was enough to have Zhongli's mouth twitching with a smile.

"I guess I hadn't thought about that either."

Finally you let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall back against the headboard once again, head turned to the side to stare at the now sleeping baby in Zhongli’s arms.

You loved your husband truly, and you loved your daughter even more. But Gods this was way too complicated for a mere mortal like yourself to have to think about. Curse the Archons and curse Zhongli's double life.

“You could always say you’re half Adepti or something.”

Was this man serious? You were from Sumeru. Who the hell was going to believe that?

"Or maybe I can convince everyone I had an affair with a god and she isn’t yours.”

Zhongli's eyes widened in despair as the indication of your words settled in, his arms subconsciously hugging his now sleeping daughter closer to his chest. In response Zhia whined and shifted in his grip before settling quietly with a hiccup.

Though he was aware you were clearly joking, even just the idea of Zhia not being his own was enough to make his stomach roll - the dismayed look he sent your way was something he couldn’t help displaying - a look which had you laughing humorously.

As your laughter settled, your eyes rolled away from Zhongli and landed back onto your baby, and your smile dropped as it quickly dawned on you that even if you actually wanted to do that, no one would believe you. The child was a spitting image of her father, from her amber tipped hair to her large golden eyes - people would believe HE was the one who’d had an affair and you were the non biological parent before anyone suspected he wasn’t her father - and everyone in liyue had seen you during your pregnancy.

Watching your clear change in facial expression, Zhongli read your thoughts like a divine contract and was soon the one chuckling at your own dismay. "It's okay darling she has your smile."

"No she doesn't. People just say that to make parents feel better about their shitty genes."

Zhongli laughed once again. "Don't feel bad love you were up against a God."

"Guess I really had no chance, huh? She was born to follow in your footsteps, I guess that starts with her features."

A comfortable silence soon fell over the room as you both contently watched the soft breaths of your daughters sleeping figure. Zhongli in particular looked absolutely captured by the image of his daughter against his shoulder, stroking a thumb over the skin of her cheek in adoration.

"So what are we going to do? About Zhia, I mean. Those horns don't exactly scream human."

"Maybe no one will question it."

You gave him an incredulous look. "Really?" You deadpanned. "I'm like 98 percent sure Childe already suspects you're not who you say you are. A supernatural baby is probably like written confirmation for him."

"Okay but Childe's barely in Liyue as it is, his suspicions aren't nearly as problematic to me, besides he saw me handing over a gnosis, I think we crossed that bridge long ago."

"Zhongli!"

He certainly wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have been. After all, it was his identity on the line, not your own. "Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Don't talk too loud you'll wake up Zhia."

"Out of all features! She couldn't have had like a birthmark or something? She had to have the one thing that comes out of her head."

Chuckling once again, Zhongli raised his unoccupied arm to pull your body into his chest. Once your head made contact with his body - yourself proceeding to wrap one arm around his waist and the other stroking against Zhias back - he finally leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You worry too much. Besides, headwear fashion is quite popular now-a days."

Your face softened as a slight smile took place of the frown. "She'll be wearing beanies in the summer."

"Well maybe we can convince Hu Tao to give Zhia her hat. It's not like she'll say no, that child loves Zhia."

You giggled. "...Its not the most fashionable hat." Zhongli smiled.

"Perhaps." He mused. "Or perhaps she could just... not cover them."

"But, Zhongli, baby- what about your-"

"Its alright darling, I'd rather my daughter be comfortable then keep my identity a secret. I wouldn't necessarily have to reveal everything. Maybe just enough to keep people off our backs."

Finally allowing the conversation to fizzle, Zhongli settled his back against the head board, holding his wife and daughter close in his arms with a content sigh. He couldn't ask for more; A wife who cares and a daughter who resembled himself to a tee.

Sending one final glance down to his daughter, cooing at how peaceful the baby girl looked sleeping in his arms, he spoke, "And Its really not as if people aren't suspicious, I mean- her hair was glowing at second life grocer and I ran her to the funeral parlor, everyone definitely saw."

“Oh god, Zhongli-!”

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my eye is fine

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absolutely not a single thought except kaeya being the prince of khaenri’ah and reader being his only and closest friend, growing up together running around the royal palace and then eventually sleeping around together in their teenage years, making a challenge out of trying to avoid the maids and guards so his parents - the king and queen - don’t find out they’re in love.

Oh my god and all the girls in the kingdom thinking prince kaeya is the most attractive boy in their land and feeling jealous of reader- being nothing but another commoner girl - not of high status yet still being close friends with the boy and one of the only commoners to be allowed to see the prince in the palace. And the reader just bathing in the amusement of everyone crushing over the prince she has wrapped around her finger.

Lord I need Prince Kaeya friends to lovers RIGHT NOW 💳💳💥💳💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳

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so.... when are we as a society going to start seeing fics dedicated to gojo’s tits

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At first, I was like, “mmm mommy milkers”.... as a joke. But bro, I don’t think it’s a joke anymore 😳

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what do you mean your family doesnt speak english? how do you comunicate?

i know this may sound surprising for a lot of you, but english isn’t the only language in the world

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sᴀᴅᴜᴋᴏ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛɪɴ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

♡ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ғʀᴏᴍ sᴀᴅᴜᴋᴏ! ♡

use this as a nav for the meantime while I build up my works. Might be long breaks between fics :/

I really only write when I gain inspo or feel like it so my list is rather small. Not taking requests but I am open to any story ideas that are interesting enough to motivate me as long as it’s legal.

I dont have many restrictions or rules- though content I’m not open to writing about include: anything yandere, underaged relationships (such as teacher x student) and any hardcore violent kinks. Everything else should be fine :)

ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ғɪᴄ:

◦ "With one final statement, you were his"         - Zhongli x f!reader

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ 

ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ

��ʜᴀᴛ I ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ:

media I’ll write for: jjk, csm, genshin, naruto, bleach, maybe final fantasy if I ever really feel like it

For the moment I'm particularly into Gojo (thats probably not changing lmao) aki, Zhongli, Itachi, Sasuke and Childe - open to most others from these shows/games though.

[saduko]

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ 

ɪᴛs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

✥  "ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇss"

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟ/ɴ ᴄʟᴀɴs ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ sᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀs

In which the Gojo and L/N clans come together in preparation for the arranged marriage between their two strongest sorcerers driven by purely selfish motivations. But leave out one vital detail about their children that ultimately causes their plan for power to backfire, and the unexpected unification of y/n and gojo arrises as a result.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sʟɪɢʜᴛ ғʟᴜғғ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴍɪsᴏɢʏɴɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇɴ :I

✥ "Pretty Blue Lace Thong"

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ

slight spit warning, size kink, non gender neutral reader, teen gojo (around 17-18) slight angst towards the end

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴɢsᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴘɪᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ

Updated: 02/24/2021

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ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇss.

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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɪs sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx, ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ Iғ ɪᴛs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴄ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, sᴏ ɪɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ? ɪᴅᴋ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴄʟᴀɴs - ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟ/ɴ ᴄʟᴀɴs - ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ sᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋғɪʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴜɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴍɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛs ɴᴇᴡ

ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ :)

To say at the least, the L/N elders were completely and utterly at their absolute wits end with your more than defiant attitude was an understatement, and as a member of one of the four largest jujutsu clans, the tolerance level for what your family had deemed your ‘rebellious’ personality was simmering down slowly until the L/N elders had finally deemed it time for a final resort plan. 

As characterized by the higher ups in your clan, your extreme hatred towards the functions of the jujutsu system were undesirable to say the least. Constantly rambling about how inevitably one day you were going to overthrow the oppressive higher ups and cleanse the jujutsu world of corrupt powers. 

In any other instance, the L/N elders would deem you delusional and further, ignore your rambunctious claims of a revolution... had you been anyone else - but you were not just another sorcerer in your family. Oh no...

If it weren’t for the fact that your family were more then aware of your capabilities - being deemed one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers not only the L/N clan had seen in over 100 years, but the entire jujutsu scene overall. You weren’t someone who was all bark and no bite, and the L/N clan continued to grow increasingly more distraught.

As time progressed on, your strength continued to grow exponentially and you made no clear indication that this ‘phase’ of yours was drawing near an end. 

They tried for years to put up with the child, counting down the months in which they hoped this phase of yours would end. Every child goes through their rebellious phase in which they dislike their elders, right? It was only a matter of time before you were to outgrow this childish mindset and circle back to the family in which you could all thrive as sorcerers together.

But as time went on it became quickly apparent to the elders that you, at your mature age of 19 were no longer a child in a phase, and instead were now a woman with a less then desirable moral compass for the L/N clans plans for you.

They couldn’t have this rampantly ambitious and out of line sorcerer representing their clan, and further altering the dynamics of the jujutsu world because that would ultimately lead to their own demise. They needed to reel you in before your ambitions for change outgrew your loyalties to your clan - loyalties that were already sparse and wavering. And that was when they demised the plan.

An arranged marriage, they had decided. A marriage in which they would unite you with a strong willed and loyal sorcerer from one of the other three powerful and important jujutsu clans, handing you off to a man that would ‘keep you in check,’ a man in which wouldn’t tolerate your ‘social justice antics’ and therefore force you to stop ‘acting out.’ The last resort, the final plan. 

the Zenin clan would seem like the more viable choice at first glance as they seemed to have the most discipline, but upon further pondering there was theoretically only one clan who could truely keep their rebillious heir in check.

The gojos held an extremely strict, by the books outlook on jujutsu sorcery along their bloodlines, and as he slowly grew to become one of the strongest sorcerers along side their daughter, Gojo Satoru was probably the only man with both the mental and physical power to match, if not overpower their daughter. Perfect man to keep their protegy in check.

They were willing to sacrifice your L/N name, handing your status as an extremely powerful sorcerer over to the Gojo’s if it meant you’d fall back into line, perfectly compliant enough to mold and manipulate just as they’d planned when they'd first discovered how powerful you truly were.

Similarly, the Gojo elders took it upon themselves to ensure Satoru would mold perfectly into the number one sorcerer spot, solidifying their place as strongest jujutsu clan. Not only was the vessel for their strongest clan member a male, but he was also extremely tall and well built: all together, the perfect candidate to hold such exponential power.... almost perfect.

Gojo may have been the perfect candidate for the Gojo lineage phsyically, but both internally and in practicality - his mindset regarding the jujutsu world was less then desirable to say the least. Satoru had this horrid idea in his head that the jujutsu world was tainted by corrupt people in power with too much self respect and money to direct the jujutsu world in the best and safest direction possible- not to mention how cowardly they all were.

Approaching the last of their ideas congregated in plan ‘keep Gojo Satoru in check,’ all hope was on the verge of being discarded forever when the angels seemed to send them the ultimate final resort.

A proposal from the L/N clan regarded the arranged engagement of both Satoru, and Y/N, who just so happened to be a sorcerer nearly as, if not just as on par with Gojo regarding Jujutsu power and cursed energy.

This was perfect.

The elders were presented with the perfect opportunity to not only tame Gojo Satoru, but to now also claim the only other sorcerer in whom rivaled Satoru (one they had eyed as a threat to Gojos number one spot as strongest jujutsu sorcerer.) The perfect opportunity. Gojo just had to keep himself in check otherwise he risked disownment by his new family in a relationship where he was forbid from leaving - something Gojo would undoubtedly see as a pain in the ass and avoid doing. And as well as a compliant Satoru, they’d also be able to place the Gojo name to the end of yours - two of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerers of the new generation belonging to the Gojos. Not to mention the strength they’d pass down into their bloodline when they inevitably manage to push the two into having kids.

A miracle sent straight into their laps at their most desperate time. And all that was required in order to place the plan in motion was a simple responding phone call and the hushed agreement to keep one vital piece of information about Satoru away from L/N ears - that being the fact that Satoru wasn’t exactly the respectful sorcerer they were looking for in a husband for the L/N heir.

But they didn’t need to know that.... not yet at least.

The L/N elders were more then ecstatic to receive the information that the Gojos were more then on board with the unitment of both their most valued and esteemed sorcerers. Everything was in motion - all they needed to do from here on out was ensure no one spoke a word about y/n’s less then preferable moral mindset to the Gojos. They were well aware that their daughter may be a bit of a nuisance for the Gojos to begin with, but enough time around their clan should straighten her up and cleanse her mind of these immature ideals she held.

Both clans were very aware of the dissatisfaction and distaste their respective child would express in regards to the news about their arranged near future marriage, and had prepared majorly for the event - leaving the disclosure of this information to the absolute last possible moment.

That moment for Gojo being minutes before his future wife would walk through his front door for their first official meeting, and in comparison for y/n, that moment being the moment she were to step through the grand doors of the beautiful traditional Japanese home, in which she were to meet her future husband.

______

“So mother, are you going to explain to me why you dressed me up like a Kyoto doll in my best kimono, only to drag me half way across Japan to some oversized mansion? Or are you trying to leave me blinded as to what were doing so I don’t run away given the opportunity?” Your words were accusing but irately playful, nothing meant by the question other then bitter mockery, though despite their less than serious nature, both your mother and father began to sweat - that had been precisely what they were doing. And now that they were here, there was no more deflecting - it was time to tell you.

“Y/n, darling,” Your father began In a careful tone. The nickname rolled off his tongue like venom to the girl, he spoke with caution but the pet name was nothing less then a formality - there was no intimate nor endearing family dynamic between the L/N’s. “don’t cause a scene, but... As of last week, you happen to be an engaged woman, and the Gojo clan formally invited us to introduce Gojo Satoru to you for the first time as your soon to be husband.”  Eyes widening in complete and utter shock, head spinning at the revelation, you had half a mind to begin flipping out jujutsu hand signs at the clan of L/N’s standing around the front door in a complete and utter surge of rage. Who in the hell did your family think they were?! Shipping you off into the arms of a man like you would ever need to be provided for? You were one thousand percent capable of taking care of yourself - more than capable than anyone else around you was. Claiming the title as one of the most renowned Jujutsu sorcerers, only to be minimized to the status of housewife was not too appealing nor inoffensive. 

Before you could begin your rampage in which was very much bubbling in the core of your chest, Your grandfather - whom happened to be the only person who had any sort of authority over the girl, only out of pure fear towards him - stepped forward with a stern face. “Disrespectful child, you will keep your mouth shut, you will act prim and proper like a real lady should and you will impress the Gojo clan as if your life depended on it. In fact, consider it such - cause should the Gojo’s become aware of your less then reverent attitude, consider yourself a dead woman.”

You were never one to take orders from your elders, but when orders came from your grandfather, you had learnt to bite your tongue and hold your words out of pure fear and hatred towards the man. 

He was anything but a merciful man and had directed his fair share of unethical punishment towards you for your displays of rebellion. Your grandfather seemed especially serious about todays outcome so If it meant avoiding yet another inhumane jujutsu training session then you would keep your comments to yourself for one day. You could always run the Gojo clan off another day.

Now, just to get through this.

____

Seated around an insufferably grand floor table, ornamented with intricate carvings obviously laced with years of important family heritage, yourself and a few other members of your clan sat quietly awaiting the arrival of the Gojo family. A maid had directed you in, instructing the family wouldn’t be long at all and were just preparing their son.

Despite the courtly placement of tightly prepped hands upon your lap, and the position of your legs folded politely underneath your prestige posture, the downcast irate gaze in your eyes was the one part of your usual malcontent attitude that you could not shake. 

This was a strange front for you, you had never been so... intentionally proper before. 

Your usual table manner consisted of sprawled out legs, a snarky attitude and your phone at the dinner table - obviously accompanied by an array of scolding words from your family. It was a hard habit to shake, and as well as you were hiding your physical distaste for the situation, (the situation being the overly apparent amount of sexism and conservatism preset with the idea of arranging marriages for the sake of power,) your internal feelings were near impossible to front. Your eyes spoke more words then your body language ever could. And your grandfather had of course, taken notice.

“Child, you better fix the attitude in your face before the Gojo’s arrive otherwise I’m not afraid to embarrass us both in front of them.”

If the threat of his words weren't clear enough, his tone was certainly enough to nearly have you cowering back against your calves. You truly couldn’t wait until you were head of the L/N clan, then maybe you’d finally be able to give this egocentric, outdated man a piece of your mind. 

Your entire clan was well aware of the disparity in power between you two. You were far superior in raw strength and cursed energy to the man - to anyone at this table, in fact. You were undoubtedly the strongest L/N in centuries but your grandfather held the authority.  

Well, you guessed being head of the L/N clan wasn’t exactly an option anymore...

You sat candidly, debating the situation in your head, seconds away from letting your pride take over and allowing yourself to really start a fight... a physical one at that. The man took notice of your bubbling thoughts and was just about ready to open his mouth in demand to keep yourself in check before finally, the large shoji doors slid open, and in walked five people you assumed with the same family dynamics as your own present with you right now.

His mother, his father, his grandmother and grandfather and your future husband...

Forcing yourself to straighten up after an intimidating glare from your grandfather, the younger woman of the new group now sat around the table spoke with a bright but shaky smile. 

“Our apologies for the wait, we had some last minute things to clear up before the introduction.” In response your family smiled, softly gesturing their hands as they spoke words of, ‘It’s quite alright’s,’ and ‘don’t worry yourself’s.’ You could only refrain from an eye roll. What happened to the discourtesy and threats they were displaying towards you not a second ago?

The male kneeling besides the woman - you assumed to be your future father in law - glanced off towards your parents, it was obvious they had met. “D/N, M/N, its quite a pleasure to be seeing you again, and it’s even more a pleasure to be uniting both our eldest children in a matrimony. I have no doubt this will do nothing but strengthen our clan relationships.”

It angered you, angered you to your core that these adults, these heartless pawns in this game of jujutsu sorcery were speaking of your entire future as if it were nothing more but a strategic ploy to benefit themselves. You weren't stupid. You knew your family thought the Gojo’s would be able to reign you in - even if that meant you losing your L/N name, and the Gojo’s were more then happy to steal your talent and brand you as one of their own.

As the rest of the two clans chat amongst each other, you took it upon yourself to finally glance at your future husband, the man In which you had been avoiding eye contact with since the moment the Gojo’s had entered. You took note of his entire form, his inextricably tall figure - even whilst seated, his shaggy white hair, his crystal blue eyes that gazed off to the side.

It was then you realized, as much as the inconsiderateness and corrupt nature of the adults angered you, what angered you even more was him. Your future husband... The way he sat just as politely as the rest of them on his knees, an extremely expensive looking Yukata draped across his incredibly tall form. 

He angered you because he seemed just as complaint as the rest of these power hungry assholes.

He angered you because you knew your future relationship was going to be heavily consistent of clashing opinions and more misogynistic demands.

But more then anything, he angered you because you were attracted to him.

He angered you because he wasn’t the boring looking, sleezy teenage boy you were expecting. He was pretty. He was handsome - and the politically progressive little teenager in you wanted to absolutely despise the man who you’d be forced to marry, but it nagged you that there was something else that said it wouldn’t be so bad if he looked like that.

You wanted to spite your elders and ruin the cycle of the oppressive Jujutsu patriarchy, but it angered you that he was making you question that in the slightest. You were angry with him because he was making you angry with yourself.

“-and to complete this gathering off, as per tradition, the two betrothed will be sent out of the room together to talk and get to know each other whilst we elders speak wedding details. Any further questions?” Gojo’s grandfather ran down the events for todays meeting. No one responded. 

“Well, I think that’s enough formalities how about you? How about we finally commence the introductions of the engaged.” The words of your father brought your train of thought back to reality in an instant, and for the first time since walking in, Gojo Satoru met your eyes with his enthralling own. “Satoru Gojo, allow me to introduce my daughter, Y/N L/N.”

It seemed an evidently heavy atmosphere fell over the room as everyone bore their gaze into the two barely considered adults awaiting a reaction. Satoru spoke no words as he allowed his eyes to glance over every prefecture of your figure, studying you with a judgmental and unamused glare. 

You hated to admit it but you’d never felt so vulnerable and belittled in your life. As a powerful sorcerer you’d never sought out the approval of anyone other than yourself. You became strong for yourself and yourself only, and in turn, people always seemed to admire and praise you for that strength you obtained whilst being so individually motivated. You had never depended nor cared about someone else's opinion before, yet here you were, fingers clenched, heart beating and head spinning anticipating the judgmental words of this man.

You hated this man - for making you feel like a helpless child being yelled at for not being feminine enough by her misogynistic grandfather once again. 

Finally his mouth fell open, perfectly moisturized lips parting as a clearly irate attitude fell over his features, “Is she mute? Why should I bother marrying a woman who needs to rely on others to introduce her? Then again mute people can still communicate. Is she stupid?” 

His words were low and were meant to be rude and self indulgent, but were obviously made loud enough so everyone could understand his thoughts. He was being intentionally outspoken. You knew this because you yourself were quite renown for doing the same thing.

His words shocked everyone in the room, an array of audible gasps sounding across the table, as well as one incredibly appalled, “Satoru, that is enough!” from his Father.

Contrary to the reaction of the elders - wide eyes, open mouths and hands upon their mouths and chests -  You instead, looked on at the man and raised a curious brow. Your interest had been piqued. 

That was a rather loaded statement for someone you had assumed to be a misogynist. Most men in the jujutsu world would be ecstatic at the idea of a woman being so dependent on others, so quiet and obedient - it is, essentially, why your own family had directed you to shut up and ‘act like a lady’ - to conceal your usually opinionated and boisterous personality. They wanted to present the idea of an obedient wife to the typical mannered male sorcerer. Though, if he was as typical mannered and misogynistic as you had deemed him, why had he made such a fuss over a less then independent woman? 

Above that, the glare his father sent him struck you with a sense of familiarity, and Satoru’s uncaring, and unamused eyes furthered that feeling. That was the same look your parents sent you every time you disobediently spoke out or displeased them with your ‘rebellious’ attitude towards jujutsu traditions, and Satoru’s face was that of one similar to your own after a scolding. Maybe perhaps...had you judged him wrong?

"I am so incredibly sorry,” His mother spoke to your own, “He usually isn’t like that.” She chuckled nervously - oh no he definitely was, you realized, a smirk beginning to creep up your face. His family were doing what your family was doing; trying to conceal how uninterested in traditions you both were.

Maybe this would be alright.

“I-It’s alright, I guess it just caught us a bit off guard.” Your mother spoke. “You see, y/n is a very soft spoken girl, she gets intimidated by confrontation-”

“No I’m not stupid, Gojo Satoru, I just happen to be being intensely monitored right now.” Your words held a sense of smugness to them and your face displayed an amused smile. “My grandfather threatened me.”

Now, everyone was truly appalled. Gasps louder then the last sounded like a symphony across the well decorated room, a loud clash as the palm of your grandfather hit the table, eyes boring straight into your own with malice. You smirked wider. 

Similarly, Gojo Satoru was now suddenly completely intrigued by the girl in front of him, eyebrows high on his forehead, and a small, curious smile playing across his lips. The words she spoke were completely out of line and disrespectful towards her elders, who had very clearly given her orders she wasn’t intent on following...Maybe he did like her. 

“Funny, my father threatened me as well.” He smirked, “something about hiding my disobedient personalty from the L/N clan.” Gojo spoke his words with a childish innocence - as if recalling a past memory in comparison to exposing his family for lying under such an intense and important agreement. You laughed, an impolite, unladylike snort. The elders mewled at the sound.

“How ironic, I could have sworn my own elders had spoken the same words about the Gojo clan to me. Quite insulting if you ask me.”

Now Gojo was full on smiling. “But you know, I wouldn’t ever want to disappoint my family or anything. So I just kept my mouth shut and acted prim and proper like a lady, just as they had told me too.” Your tone was so shrouded in sarcasm and mockery Gojo seriously couldn’t help but to admire you. And the look of utter horror you had produced on the faces of your families around you finally pushed an opened mouthed laugh from his lips.

You weren’t as impotent and timorous as he had originally sought you out to be. Gojo knew what he looked for in a partner was someone who could keep up with his boisterous and strong willed personality.

 He needed someone who was assertive and unafraid to speak out against abusive authority - ultimately, someone who would stand along side him whilst he worked to dethrone the higher ups. But overall, someone he could laugh with. 

And you were doing just that.

Maybe...he didn't mind this.

The L/N and Gojo elders continued to ogle on in utter disbelief as the unexpected connection between the two young sorcerers began to spark. Admittedly, despite being near future partners for life, neither your family or the Gojo’s had ever expected a physical or emotional connection to occur. Most - if not, at least their own arranged marriages had began in despisal of each other and eventually settled into toleration over the years.

And considering the fact that they were all familiar with their respective childs disapproval of jujutsu traditions, the elders were almost - if not certain that their child would absolutely despise the other. That they would retain two completely opposing personalities, possess two extremely different opinions about jujutsu sorcerers and the particular world in which they lived in. 

That was, of course, the reason as to why both families had agreed to make the deal in the first place - intending to unite the two in hopes that the other could smooth out and tame their child’s insubordinate but diligent attitude. Both sides had assumed that the two would utterly despise each other as a result of their assumed clashing personalities. Yet here they were, wickedly chuckling amongst each other at the collective approval of the anguish and distress displayed by their elders as a result of their disrespectful, improper and selectively humorous conversation. 

An array of agape mouths silently watching and listening to the two get along finally led to a disruptive voice from Gojo’s father, in whom had finally had enough of the incessant patronizing of their elders between the two. “That is quite enough!”

The sudden resonant voice tore the two away from their smug conversation with a start, both sorcerers turning to glance at Satoru’s father whom held a less then pleased look. “The...” He began again, searching for words behind his bewildered expression. “The absolute disrespect you both cater towards your elders is just unacceptable, I expected this from Satoru but...y/n. This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting at all.” His eyes repositioned their glare from you towards your own family, with an accusing expression.

In response, your own father gazed back with an equally as accusatory stare. “I can say the same for Satoru. I can’t say we were aware of how...flamboyant he is, nor how...rude.” 

Gojo’s mother scoffed. “Well, y/n isn’t exactly the epitome of a desirable lady either. She’s...impolite - vulgar.” 

At this point, Gojo and yourself were so immensely entertained by the entire situation, the wide eyed smiles on your faces were nearly identical as you glanced between the arguing adults. The unexpected falling out on your families end due to the unraveling lies in comparison to Satoru and yourself’s growing fondness of each other due to your newly discovered similarities was so ironically humorous you both couldn’t help but laugh. 

Gojo Satoru, rude and flamboyant. L/n Y/n, unladylike and vulgar. All words used to imply; the two hold an opinion the Jujutsu elders don’t approve of - an untraditional, non conservative opinion that doesn’t align with the higher ups’ plans for you both.

You were both put in this situation as a means of reeling you both in. To conform in a way which would allow your incredible strength and status as a sorcerer to be easily molded and both used to benefit your clans. But in a strange turn of events, due to your families’ deceitful and self satisfying ideals, the situation had been flipped on it’s head. 

Your humored mind couldn’t help but think about how great your ‘so, how did you guys meet?’ story was going to be.

In the midst of all the arguing, Satoru slowly ascended from his knees, picking up his body until he had extended up into his full height - you were truly taken aback by how tall he really was, you hadn't fully noticed when he had first walked in.

Once standing tall in his black yakuta, he slipped his hand into his pocket before pulling it back out with a pair of circular glasses In his unusually but fittingly large hand, your eyes couldn’t help but observe every movement he made. Your attraction towards him was growing by the second. 

Unfolding the glasses, he placed them over his eyes and blinked a few times before glancing at you with a smirk, tilting his head and clapping his hands twice, “It’s really so kind of you all to show such insolence towards the older generations for us, it truly does get exhausting having to slander them all day long by yourself. But as much as my future wife and I are enjoying the show, I think we’ll take that traditional alone time walk right about now. I’d love to learn more about her ambitions in eventually overthrowing the jujutsu higher ups and how our unification will inevitably make it impossible to stop us.” 

His words were so clearly laced in a strong sense of delighted mockery at the outcome of this situation, further rubbing In the fact that the elders plans had backfired. Everyone present was well aware that all the contracts and legal documents had already been signed to ensure that no one would back out last minute, at this point there was no going back. The two of you had originally complied out of obligation but as the meeting dwelled on and your true personalties came to light, it was obvious the two of you were at least destined to be good friends with your similarities. 

But as you both dwelled on it the more you realized... maybe this wasn’t so bad at all. 

As much as you both were apposed to the idea of marriage all together, it was inevitable that your families were going to marry you off one way or another. Though, it was just your luck that the person they had chosen out of pure selfish ambition due to his incredibly respected and strong jujutsu status just so happened to be as non confining and insouciant as yourself. If you were inevitably going to be forced into marrying out of obligation, Gojo Satoru was the one person you’d actually be content marrying. He thought the same for you.

With no words left to say from the your families, you took a stance, sartirically dusting off your kimono as if you actually cared about it’s presentation and smiled politely, “Mr Gojo, I’d like nothing more.”

Satoru smirked, “Great to hear, Mrs Gojo. Shall we.” And with one last victorious glance at your grandfather who was now absolutely seething in his seat, Satoru and yourself sauntered in step with one another. He led you towards the opposite end of the hall in which the meeting room resigned, through a door and finally out into a quaint, but beautiful Japanese garden where you would spend a considerable amount of time talking amongst one another, slowly but surely beginning to feel the growing intimacy of a connection between you two.

As the two left, the silence that overcame the meeting room - left with only the clans’ elders - was deafening as everyone present bore wide eyes towards the door in which their two children had tranquilly exited together.

Out of all outcomes today, the absolute last thing any adult in the room had anticipated was the scenario in which you both ended up sharing the same hateful qualities of the jujutsu system. Both sides were aware of the inevitable problems they would face once the other clan learnt how forward and discourteous their child could be, and were prepared to deal with the consequences once the deed was done and there was no going back.

But never had they expected to ultimately regret the decision to unite the Gojo sorcerer with the L/n one all together, yet here they were. The original plan was to straighten their clan’s heir’s out with a significant other who would ultimately keep them in check, put them in a position backed up against a wall where ‘acting out’ wasn’t an option. But now that the two had actually met... The two clans where made aware of the huge mistake they had made. 

Their cunning and conniving plan to straighten the Gojo and L/N sorcerer had completely backfired - and instead of the respectful, and polite significant other they were both expecting for their child, they received a partner exactly alike said child, a person who instead of fixing their defiant nature, instead fuels each other’s hate for the jujutsu system and vengeful ideologies. And now, there’s nothing they can do to stop their children from pursuing their ambitions at overthrowing the corrupt higher ups. 

They're going to become the most powerful left winged jujutsu couple the system has ever seen in a world full of old and frail right winged higher ups. the old jujutsu way was utterly screwed - destined to fall now - and this was all their fault.

ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʏsʟᴇxɪᴀ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

[saduko]

NOT ISAIAH DEKUQUAN JAMAL MIDORIYA PLEASEEEEEEEEE but like we been knew that man is blaisan he had a whole fro in one panel

Yes ma’am you seen that shit? That man is a whole afro asian and he has NO idea how to take care of his hair. Just imagining mina and poc reader teaching him how to establish a hair routine and the correct products to use for his hair. Poor dekuquan sat there like “whos denman and why i need his brush? 🧍”

[saduko]

Lol people asking why the riot police isn’t at the Capitol, you can’t have them two places at once.