#but also gojo being the king of adopting all the strays

[insurged]

" eventually you'll see i'm not worth it. " gojoo :>>

there  was  a  time  when  he  would  have  agreed.  a  deadly  combination  of  immaturity  alongside  the  absolute  power  that  his  teenage  self  had  been  completely  drunk  on,  gojo  had  held  very  little  empathy  for  both  humans  and  curses  alike.  in  most  cases,  humans  were  worse  in  his  eyes.  curses  are  created  from  the  festering  emotions  of  mankind,  in  no  way  having  a  choice  for  what  they  are.  humans  do  and  yet,  he’s  seen  them  commit  the  worst depravity,  selfish  beings  that  they  are.  a  fleeting  thought  of  obliterating  them  all  had  crossed  his  mind, once    —   ( should we kill these guys ? ) he had once asked a friend of his...

the world will never accept curses. he's had his fair share of watching and even sorcerers will throw their own away. what room is there for curses, amalgamations of negative emotions that resonate in people ? and it's because of his intimate understanding of being alone that he is extending his hand to others, tossed aside and rejected by all. he can't help adopting the strays. a small grin emerges, soft and genuine as fingers ruffle the top of her head, annoyingly continuous. it's meant to intentionally make a mess of her hair.

❝  ha! you're so pessimistic for a curse !  ❞  hand returns into his pocket, the other hiding behind his back offers the plastic bag of sweets to her that he's picked up from all over tokyo. ❝  i can only save those who want to be saved, rize. that's what you wanted, isn't it ? you're worth it.   ❞

                i believe in you, rize ( @glutosus ) .

[missingn000]

Such a great chapter!✨️

Kenjaku is such a sore loser, like he acts so high and mighty but his plans got foiled by the wettest saddest guy in history. So embarassing for him. I can't imagine living for however long he lived and just staying in the same flop era with same flop goals. So cringe of him...😔

I am placing bets on Yuki vs Choso because I want those two to interact and because I think it would be funny if he betrays Kenjaku the second that fight ends. That man deserved more L's than the world is willing to give him (and the world is already willing to give him a lot of L's).

I love Mahito's dynamic with Hajime!✨️Like two stray cats that should only be adopted together. That car chase was iconic! It's honestly great to see Hajime slowly start to realize that there are things beyond strength. I can't believe Mahito hit a pedestrian...😔 Like, imagine the last thing you see being a green lambo with no driver and a person with cyan hair screaming in the other seat. I would never recover (neither will the random pedestrian).

“Haven’t you ever gone the opposite way on an escalator? Isn't it a fun challenge?”

This fool. “Fuck you! You know I’m scared of escalators!”

“That sounds like a you problem!”

“Of course it is, it’s my fear! That’s a me problem by definition!”

This made me laugh so hard, poor Hajime... being afraid of escalators...

I can't believe they gossiped about Nanami in a treehouse. Like, it's definetly something both of them would do, but I can't imagine Nanami's reaction if he ever finds out about this.

“Well, look what just happened with Sukuna and Suguru-kun,” Mahito says calmly, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the Nanami residence. “Kenjaku’s been scheming for over a thousand years, yet his meticulous goals were thrown off-course by the most depressed man in the universe! Isn’t that so totally hilarious?” 

I love Mahito!✨️ He is so real for this one. Truer words have never been spoken.

“Whatever his plans are, nothing’s gonna go according to them. I wanna be there to watch that” Me too bestie, me too.

I did not expect the emotional conversation but I am so here for it. Sukuna's whole backstory is so in our face, but also not? It feels like watching one of those 1000 pieces puzzles. I know that they all form a cohesive picture, one that he loves to hint at all the time (he really needs some friends to talk to), but I also find it quite difficult to form that picture. Maybe I will make a list of all of the dramatic prejecting his issues on others he does to find it easier.

Mahito cried about Kashimo! I an way too emotionally invested in that interaction, but it was so cute!✨️

Sukuna's high emotional intelligence combined with 0 social skills is so fun to witness. Like, unlike Kenjaku's mysterious ass he is here infodumping about his trauma for free all the tine. King of never shutting up and never keeping things private.

"Water is best as ice" I see you, Sukuna, I see you—

Gojo really did not sign up for getting emotionally damaged by some theatre kid with 1000+ years worth of trauma.

Surprisingly, Sukuna seems genuinely offended. “I am not,” he shoots back. “Anyone who thinks gender correlates to strength deserves to be eaten alive by the gender they think is the weakest.” Progressive king!✨️

Gojo and Suguru are so cute this chapter.💖 Suguru really got a lot of character development (even if he had to lose an arm for it) and I am so happy for him!✨️

Tsumiki is getting a character arc! 🎉

Her argument with Megumi was sad, but also somewhat necessary for her? Like, it's good that she finally expressed her feelings, she needs to do that from time to time, even if yelling at Megumi wasn't realky the best way (even if Megumi was acting a bit like a jerk). At the same time, poor Megumi. He is really going through it right now. Also poor Gojo, it's clear that Sukuna's words affected him.

I'll write more, but I really need to go to sleep. Happy 2 years of writing TPG! 🎊 This fic is honestly one of the best I have ever read!💖

ooh i'm so happy you liked the chapter!! both scenes were really fun to write.

omg you're so right, kenjaku really is a sore loser. deserved. i fucking snorted at "his plans got foiled by the wettest saddest guy in history." so true, getou really fucked everything up for him through depression and character development. GOOD FOR HIM. "same flop era with the same flop goals" i dfghjkl. as for your theory on yuki vs choso...hm...interesting...

you described pfpk SO well, "two stray cats that should only be adopted together." real and accurate. they're so attached, they're like cats who constantly fight but meow like crazy if they're separated (my sister's cat is visiting for the summer, and that's how he is with my cat....) rip the pedestrian, and anyone who saw a car driving itself

i love mahito too! i wanted to give him interesting motives for going along with kjk's plans, since we never really found out in canon. i don't think he bought into the whole curses replacing humans thing, so why did he stay? i think him wanting to watch and study humanity as kenjaku tries to dismantle it fits with his personality.

their emotional convo was fun to write, especially their allusions to sukuna. that's exactly what i'm going for: all the puzzle pieces for sukuna's backstory are there, but missing a few key pieces for it all to make sense. slowly, we'll put things together, but not before making things way more confusing first

SUKUNAAAA MY OVERSHARING BELOVED we stan one zero social skills king. he's so vague but so expressive, and it's so funny and paradoxical of him. he never shuts up, but what he says never has substance.

"Gojo really did not sign up for getting emotionally damaged by some theatre kid with 1000+ years worth of trauma" PLEASE YOU'RE REALLY POPPING OFF WITH THIS MESSAGE gojo did get hit hard by sukuna's scarily accurate depictions of what it's like to be The Strongest. gojo is unsettled by sukuna, but the opposite is also true, which will only worsen as sukuna and gojo learn more about each other.

yeahhh tsumiki!! she deserves a character arc of her own, dammit. i'm so excited to write it! her argument with megumi was so gutting, but she needed to get her feelings out in the open so they can both begin to process and heal. but uh, not before some trauma first.

thank you so much for your kind words and for all your support!!! <333

[chuuyrr]

Hello 👋 I just read the oneshot where scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader gets kidnapped by the higher ups after she saved and helped everyone from the shibuya incident and I wanted to ask for a platonic! bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader where at the time that the higher ups and zenin weren’t paying attention the reader thinks they want to be somewhere far away and with someone they feel safe with and the first person that comes to mind is Dazai and subconsciously her magic takes her to his world - with Chuuya - and as soon as she sees him she runs up crying and hugging him. Just imagine how the armed detective agency plus Chuuya would feel when they find out that the higher ups were considering execution just for saving and helping everyone.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to bsd for comfort

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (shibuya arc) and bungou stray dogs, subtle reference to multiverse of madness (dr strange to america), light theme of angst with major themes of fluff and comfort, soukoku being parents

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader (mostly dazai osamu and nakahara chuuya, and armed detective agency), platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (gojo satoru)

hello!! tysm for requesting and for being patient. this is just like reader getting kidnapped except reader goes to dazai and chuuya instead of sukuna via astral projection, and reader’s execution is being strongly considered instead of her just being given away to the zenin clan. ♡

despite knowing you are in the custody and protection of gojo satoru, the higher-ups have decided to take you away from your adoptive father. when you first demonstrated your chaos magic at tokyo jujutsu technical school, they perceived you as a threat.

your immense power was nothing compared to their cursed energy, and that was the problem: it wasn't cursed energy. gojo satoru had been successful in keeping you safe until two things happened.

you had not only used your own powers to free gojo from the prison realm, but you had also brought back two jujutsu criminals, fushiguro toji and geto suguru. you posed a far greater threat than itadori yuuji, who carries the king of curses within him. you were also too young and inexperienced to do such things, despite the fact that you were capable of doing so.

it was already too late. despite being the one who saved everyone from the shibuya incident, your involvement with jujutsu sorcerers and criminals, as well as your true identity and the gift you possessed, had already spread among the big three clans and the higher ups.

you were capable of wreaking havoc and turning reality to whatever you want, as the elders and the rest of the big clans say. 

sure, it was probably pathetic that you were allowing yourself to be kept by the zenin clan and the higher-ups right now, but you refused to hurt anyone. no matter what the prophecies said, no matter what the old lady and the darkhold said about you and your destiny, you would only use your chaos magic for good, just as gojo taught you and just as you promised.

so, the elders' words had gotten to you and successfully manipulated you into believing you were a threat to humanity—both to jujutsu sorcerers and non-jujutsu sorcerers alike—and that it would be better for you to be executed instead. you couldn't help but be afraid of the higher-ups and zenins who took you away from gojo and your family figures.

you couldn't stop crying as you curled into a ball in the room they put you in, or more like, literally threw you in. you were so tired of screaming and wailing to be let out of the scary-looking, dim and windowless room filled with talismans they hoped would keep your chaos magic at bay (even though it was incredibly useless because your chaos magic isn't even cursed energy anyway) that all you could do was silently cry your heart out in the hopes that gojo or anyone you knew and loved would come in to free you and take you away.

your lips quivered, and tears streamed down your cheeks. you leaned against the door, hearing the same voices that had labeled you a threat, and you couldn't help but feel a horrible shiver run down your spine.

“you've seen what that monstrous child is capable of!”

“fushiguro [name] must be executed immediately. it's only a matter of time before she turns against us.”

“she had already brought her biological father and geto suguru back to life, and we know that gojo satoru taking custody of her isn't helping. she cannot control her abilities!”

execution? they were going to have you killed!

you crawled away from the door, feeling your chest painfully heave up and down, oxygen being drained from your lungs.

you were hyperventilating. your pupils dilated as your heart raced and thumped loudly against your chest with fear. as knocks resounded from the locked door, every inch of your dread and despair was visible on your face. in a panic, your gaze darted around the room.

with no other option, you subconsciously tapped into your abilities and found yourself activating your universe traveling powers as a means of escape, bringing your desire to be somewhere far away from them and with someone you feel safe to fruition. the elders and zenins were stunned to find you gone without a trace as they darted inside as the room's doors swung open.

“[name] has escaped!” one of the elders scowled, “quick! alert everyone! the child couldn’t have gone that far.”

“she probably went to see gojo satoru and the others! have people come for them in case she's with them!” exclaimed another.

while the higher-ups and the rest of the zenin went to look for you back at home, you happened upon the streets of the ever-familiar port city, which had both modern and nostalgic buildings from another universe.

your helpless tiny figure ran through the streets, exhaustion from using your abilities catching up with you until you spotted a familiar face, whom your chaos magic and thoughts had led you to.

you yelped and screamed for his attention with all your might, "d-dazai-nii!”

the messy short-haired brunet turned around, along with his ever-present hot-headed ginger companion with whom he was bickering, to see you. both dazai and chuuya were taken aback when they saw you running towards them with watery yet puffy red eyes.

“[name]-chan!” dazai exclaimed, watching you wrap your tiny arms around his legs the moment you arrived before you broke down in a full-blown sob.

“h-hey! what’s wrong? chibi?!” chuuya stared down at you, blinking profusely as a worried expression crossed his face, “who did it?!”

you didn't respond to chuuya, instead continuing to whimper gibberish sobs that he and dazai couldn't understand. dazai then promptly picked you up and drew you into his embrace. your hands were clammy as you gripped him with your nails so tightly that he could feel you claw at him almost like a cat out of desperation.

together with chuuya, dazai felt your body tremble and heard your erratic breathing. Both of them exchanged glances. they had never seen you look so shaken before, and they were worried for you.

“hey, now. hey.” as chuuya rubbed your back for comfort, dazai began to cradle you and brush loose strands of your hair away from your face, “easy, you’re okay. you're okay.”

“the crowd might be adding to her stress,” chuuya speculated, unable to hold back his sympathy as he stared at your tear-stricken face as you continued to cry before looking around to find people staring at him, dazai, and you with strange looks, “i think you should bring [name] to the agency now.”

dazai nodded in agreement, but as he started walking back with you in his arms, you reached out your hand to the ginger-haired mafioso.

“chuuya-nii..” you sputtered out, “d-don’t..”

“e-eh?” chuuya stared at you in confusion, “what is it, chibi? what do you want?”

"what's the matter, little belladonna?" dazai inquired, trying to take your hand in his. “we’re going to the armed detective agency.”

“don't leave..” you sniffled as you stared at the ginger haired mafioso with a teary-eyed gaze, slumping over dazai's shoulder and trying to reach him, “chuuya-nii..”

“i think.. [name]-chan wants you to come with us at the armed detective agency..” dazai's sweat dropped.

“what?! why?” chuuya's eyes widened as stepped back in surprise, “i can't go!”

despite chuuya's reputation as an executive of the underground organization port mafia, he couldn't help but feel remorse and eventually give in when he saw you staring at him with those teary eyes. you looked both sad and scared, even with dazai cradling you to calm you down, making it extremely difficult for him to resist you at all.

so, with a deep breath, the ginger-haired port mafia executive entered the door leading to the armed detective agency's office wherein he was welcomed by atsushi screaming in surprise; ranpo having his snack fall from his mouth; kunikida breaking a pencil; junichiro and kyouka dropping a stack of reports on the floor; naomi and kirako dropping the trays of snacks and drinks; yosano freezing on the spot; and lastly, fukuzawa losing his deadpan facade as soon as he stepped inside; him carrying a tear-stricken you in his embrace instead as he and dazai entered.

“what's going what's on?!” yelped atsushi, staring fearfully at the mafioso as kunikida, ranpo, yosano, naomi, and junichiro stood their ground, kirako and naomi stepping back behind fukuzawa, “why is a port mafia executive here?!”

“[name]-chan's crying!” kirako pointed at you.

“alright, everyone, calm down,” dazai said casually, waving his hands in the air, “i know what this looks like.”

“dazai, what is the meaning of this?” fukuzawa hardened his voice before turning to face chuuya, who held you close to his chest with a profound serious look.

“don't tell us you're going to negociate with us while holding [name] hostage!” naomi said angrily, glaring at chuuya.

“can you guys stop being annoying for a goddamn second?!” chuuya couldn't hold his annoyance in any longer, and he finally snapped, “i'm not holding the kid hostage, and let me just clarify that i didn't make her cry either!”

“then, why are you here?” kunikida pressed on, raising a brow.

you sniffled quietly, answering on chuuya's behalf, causing all eyes to soften as they fell on you,, “i didn't want chuuya-nii to leave..”

the armed detective agency (with the exception of dazai) were all baffled, their expressions now amusing yet incomprehensible.

“..chuuya-nii?”

dazai confirmed as he tried to hold back his laughter, “yes, you heard that right. nakahara chuuya-kun over here is acquainted with our little belladonna over here.”

“damnit, shut up!” chuuya scoffed, his gaze drawn away from them, mostly to hide the blush of red on his cheekbones from embarrassment. “you guys make it sound weird when you say it instead of [name]!”

oh, the things chuuya do for you.

“then, why is she crying?” junichiro inquired, furrowing his brows and motioning over you.

“[name] hasn't really told us about that part yet.” dazai scratched the nape of his neck with a sheepish smile, “but she insisted on having him come with us, and she was already crying when we saw her.”

“is that so?” as they shifted towards your sniffling form, fukuzawa's eyes and tone of voice softened. “then, why are you crying [name]?”

“i ran away from home.” you slowly fessed up the reason you were here, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“you ran away? why?” atsushi's face faltered into a frown as he asked after the president did.

“the higher-ups wants to execute me,” with that, your lips trembled and you sobbed once more. everyone in the room was stunned by your confession. “they took me from my daddy and locked me up somewhere dark with lots of paper and no windows, and i heard them say that.”

chuuya's grip on you tightened at that moment, prompting you to look at him and notice him clench his jaw angrily. in fact, everyone was overcome with rage toward higher-ups just like him. however, unlike chuuya, dazai and the rest of the armed detective agency were doing their best to remain calm.

“why the hell would they do that to you?” chuuya managed out, “huh?”

“i.. i don't know..” you muttered sadly, “all i did was bring my uncle and real daddy back and defeating the bad guy that prisoned daddy and responsible for shibuya along with some curses.”

“bring your uncle and real dad back?” junichiro asked in confusion, “prisoned? what?”

“[name] means that she revived them,” ranpo explained, drawing everyone's attention to him and his glasses, “and by bad guy, she's talking about the person who wreaked havoc in her home and sealed her dad, gojo satoru—the one she claims is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive and resembles dazai.”

“[name] can bring people back to life?” yosano's eyes widened.

“getting back to the point, why are they executing you if you saved everyone?” despite ranpo's deduction, kunikida was still perplexed by one thing, “i mean, from the looks of it, you didn't do anything wrong.”

“that's actually quite obvious,” ranpo said, pushing his glasses closer to the bridge of his nose, “the higher-ups see [name] as a threat. she is literally a being capable of traveling through universes and warping reality. in short, they are terrified of what she is capable of.”

“and what the higher-ups and, i believe, the zenin clan, who are also involved in this, cannot control, they pose as a threat.” dazai recalled the first time he met you and how you ended up telling him you were nearly kidnapped by the zenin clan while he fed you omurice.

“i'm not a monster.. am i?” your teary eyes fell to the floor as you swallowed hard, “i would never hurt anyone.. i made a promise to my daddy that i would only use my powers for good..”

everyone looked at you with sympathy and sadness. this was no doubt extremely difficult for you, and honestly, chuuya was the one who most understood how you felt right now. like the gravity manipulator and vessel of arahabaki, having his ability, or rather power, makes him question if he's even a human at all because it feels so heavy on his part, like a burden; a curse, despite the fact that neither of you two asked to be born as such.

having people fear you, seeing you as a monster or threat, messes with your head a lot, especially if you're a child, which you are.

you raised your eyes to see dazai looking at you with a small smile. “you're not a monster.”

“how do you know that?” you frowned, obviously still believing what the higher-ups and zenins said about you, “i can hurt people. i can't control my powers. i don't know how. everything i do just happens.”

“but you still choose to be kind, don't you?” dazai asked, causing your eyes to widen.

“dazai is right. even if you have a powerful ability far greater than ours or anyone else's, you choose to use it for good.” fukuzawa backed up dazai's words with his own.

“and think about it, [name]-chan.” ranpo continued, “your chaos magic always takes you where you need to go and brings about the good you desire.”

hearing ranpo's words reminded you of the first time you encountered their universe. How your chaos magic alerted you to atsushi being injured and in need of assistance, how your abilities helped you patch him up, get you and dazai out of trouble when atsushi and kunikida chased after you, how you used it to help them with their detective work, and even how it led you to this moment, of going to dazai and chuuya, the people who strongly remind you of gojo satoru and your dead uncle, geto suguru

you inquired, your eyes brightening with hope and anticipation, “then, what am i? who am i?”

chuuya turned you around to face him, and despite his smile, his eyes were filled with sympathy and sorrow. “you're very much human, just like me. just like everybody else,” he said, his gaze telling you exactly how much he had been through.

“and most importantly, you're fushiguro [name]-chan. our little universe traveling kid.” dazai approached you, gently removing you from chuuya's to hold you in his arms instead, “my little belladonna.”

“the armed detective agency's newest sharpest detective.” yosano expressed with a closed-eye smile as she folded her arms across her chest.

“you're like a little sister to me.” kyouka muttered quietly.

“us too!” junichiro exclaimed along with his sister, naomi.

hearing everyone's words, you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and, at the same time, as if you had seen the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. finally, you had broken free from the manipulative and fear-inducing words that the higher-ups and zenins had trapped you in.

ranpo was right. your chaos magic always knows exactly where to take you, how to help you, and how to keep you safe. you had always been the one in control of it. even if you don't need to cast any incantations, your heart's desire will always come into reality.

you were the scarlet witch, and being endowed with such great power does not make you any less human.

“everyone...” your lips trembled once more, a fresh hot stream of tears threatening to spill from the brim of your eyes, but not out of sadness. instead, it was out of pure joy.

“it's okay.” dazai whispered in your ear, patting your back comfortingly as he held you close to his chest, “cry as many tears you want. don't hold them back. we're right here.”

“i'm sorry for crying so much...” you sputtered out, burying your face in dazai's shoulder and wrapping your tiny arms around his neck to conceal yourself.

“i just told you, it's alright.” dazai's chest rumbled as a chuckle escaped his lips, which were adorned with a genuine smile.

you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat when you felt a pair of lips press against the top of your head and a pair of arms hold you so closely yet gently, making you cry once more. dazai osamu had a striking resemblance to your beloved father, gojo satoru. the warmth and safety you felt were identical to gojo's comfort.

even when you're not exactly home, your heart is in the right place. it's always with him, and it's always with your family.