Itafushi Fic Rec
Oh my god, I'm absolutely feral over this fic.
Status: 10/13 Chapters posted
Canon divergence where Yuji doesn't consume Sukuna's finger and isn't introduced to the jujutsu world but he and Megumi still meet. Told from Megumi's long suffering POV as he falls in love with sunshine incarnate and still has to deal with all the normal bullshit of the jujutsu world.
There's also significant Gojo-as-Megumi's-parent interactions that absolutely have me rolling on the floor in tears (both with laughter and in pain). The parallels that ThroneofMist draws between Gojo and Megumi are insanely heartbreaking and they manage to portray their struggles together in a way that honours canon while still giving us the interactions we crave from dad!Gojo.
Why are you still here, GO READ IT NOW!
“I’m not your friend or your fucking son and I’m barely even your student, considering you’re never even here to do your goddamn job! I don’t need you to protect me, alright? I don’t actually need you to fucking do anything for me anymore. Because you just make everything worse. Everything you touch turns to fucking ruin!”
He spits this vitriol out last because he knows it’ll make Gojo bleed. He knows the older man so innately that he knows exactly what to say to hurt him. He knows all about Geto Suguru and that Gojo thinks, deep down and silently, that Geto’s defection was his fault. He knows it eats Gojo up that he hasn’t figured out how to wake up Tsumiki yet.
Knows that Gojo must love him, on some kind of level. Just thinks that Gojo does a pretty shit job of showing it. Thinks that Megumi does too, because he is an awful, awful mix of the two men that did a piss poor job at raising him. He does make everything worse; he knows he does, but he has no idea how to fix that. How to fix himself.
He knows he was already ruined before Gojo found him. He’d just really hoped Gojo might be the one to maybe try and make it all better.
The angst. The ANGST. God, it's so good.
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Mr.Sandman
OKAYY this is a bit different cause this isn't a x reader ficcc >.<
Im a little nervous cause I can't tell if i like it or nottt but i hope you guys enjoyyy, its a itafushi fic cause i love them and they deserved sm better :(( ALSO if you don't ship it/don't like them i dont wanna hear about it, just scroll and keep it pushing pls and thank you <3
cw: probably slightly ooc, talk of death and major injuries.
word count: 896 (very short and sweet)
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After Itadori had his heart ripped out infront of Fushiguro, things had changed between the two of them. Before, it was something simmering below the surface. They had only just met so no one really could put a name to the undeniable tension that flared whenever they sat just a bit too close and their thighs brushed together, or when their eyes held eachothers for just a smidge too long.
But now? Now it was a whole other beast, almost as real as Fushiguro’s shinigami. He had this itch that he never seemed to be able to scratch by himself, unless (of course) he was with Itadori.
He hated the deep rooted clinginess he always tried to push away, the abandonments of his past crawling up his throat and forcing his body to seek out those close to him. To feel their physical warmth, to know without a shadow of a doubt that they were here in this moment, and they weren’t going anywhere.
Usually, Fushiguro had no problems keeping this annoying itch under wraps. He was sated with his unknown midnight strolls around the campus, making sure Itadori and Kugisaki were asleep soundly in their beds. That all the second years had made it back from their respective missions, from a reputable distance. He had a reputation to uphold, he couldn’t let them know about the nights he spent up worrying that one day they just simply wouldn���t come back.
But after Itadori, after watching the blood pool around his ever cooling body. Watching the light leave his eyes and his skin turn sickly in color. He couldn’t stomach even the thought of being any further from him than what he was right now.
Itadori being, well, Itadori. He took it in stride, always playing into Fushiguro’s odd stares and incessant texting. Itadori never got angry or annoyed, just smiled brightly at him and told him he was okay, or that he was coming back soon or he wasn’t going anywhere. Any phrase that could calm the itching that had only intensified.
It shouldn’t have surprised him that he would end up in this predicament, Itadori snoring soundly beside him as he laid his head in his chest. Hearing the calming pulse of his heart beneath his ear, it soothed the need deep with him.
Alive. Alive. Alive.
With each beat his brain repeated the word over and over again. He knew he was alive, he was right here beside him. He felt the slow breaths, heard the small snores leaving his mouth. So why? Why was sleep still evading him, why was he still unable to close his eyes without being plagued by lifeless eyes and all too cold hands.
Instinctually, Fushiguro squeezed Itadori’s hand. Wanting the reassuring weight to just be enough so he could stop annoying himself and go the fuck to sleep. He felt the stirring beside him and froze, willing him to just turn over and go back to sleep. But nothing seems to go Fushiguro’s way tonight because soon he was faced with honey colored eyes, still glossed over with sleep.
“You ‘kay?” He mumbled, reaching his free hand to rub at his eyes, the sleep heavy in his throat as the words seemed to grate past his lips. Fushiguro could only nod dumbly, the guilt of waking him slowly over coming all of the thoughts that he didn’t really have time to process right now.
Itadori wordlessly leans forward, pressing his forehead against his own.
“I’m right here, not going anywhere, alright?” His voice was warm and still scratchy with sleep. But Fushiguro felt the wave of calm wash over him at the reassurance.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered out, the guilt still sitting deep within him. He had never been one to be so clingy, so physically affectionate. This all felt so out of character for him. He felt… weak. Something he had never allowed himself before, not after his father abandoned him and almost sold him off, and certainly not after his sister feel sick into a coma.
The strength was something he clinged to, too keep him sane. If he let it all in, who would be the one to piece him back together? Who would be there to watch him slowly relearn how to be himself again?
“Fushiguro.” The voice sounded a lot more awake than it did a few seconds ago, and only then did he realize the wetness on his face. He felt the calloused hands reach up from where they were smushed between them. Felt the thumb slowly wipe away the tears,
“I’ll never leave you again.”
The words settled deep within his soul, freed something locked in his chest. And for what felt like the first time in a long time, Fushiguro smiled. It was soft, and small. Blink and he would have missed it. But it was there, and thats all that mattered to him.
“I know.” The response was tiny, meek. And the syllables were filled with an exhaustion he knew all too well. He returned the soft smile as he watched Fushiguro’s eyelids flutter shut and finally felt his breaths even out. His chest rising and falling softly.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snuggled in close. Pressing cracked lips to the others forehead and closed his eyes too.
Hoping to meet him somewhere in his dreams.
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authors note: i hope you guys enjoyyyy :)) thank you all for all the love you guys have been showing my previous posts it means alot to me!! and its given me such motivation to write, so i really appreciate you all <33 and as always reblogs and comments are appreciated :))
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