#hidden divergence

[signode-blog]

Mastering RSI Divergence: A Comprehensive Guide to Trading Success

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[sugurugetoshairbrush]

thinking about playing with geto’s hair to help him unwind after a stressful week

the air hangs heavy, oppressive with summer's clinging humidity—a fitting backdrop to the surge in curses running rampant through japan. your days blur into an unrelenting cycle: exorcise, write reports, collapse in your dorm. you call it a blessing, a chance to strengthen your technique—but deep down you know that each mission brings you closer to the brink.

the fatigue is nothing short of infectious, spreading through jujutsu high like a virus. but this week, geto's weariness went beyond mere exhaustion—it teetered on the edge of total defeat. you and gojo had noticed it immediately, an unspoken observation of his too-polite words, dull eyes, and the barely-there smile he wore like armor.

although gojo is usually aloof when it comes to these types of social cues, his six eyes truly lives up to its name when it comes to geto. gojo notices his unfinished meals and lack of appetite, resorting to (in very gojo-esque manner) attempt to hand-feed him and offer up his most sacred sweets.

you'd teased gojo for his attentiveness, but he'd fire back that you were no better, always rushing to geto's side the moment he'd returned from a mission, dragging him along to a number of alleviating activities. you'd even made the mistake of inviting him to a smoke sesh with shoko, a decision you were still getting shit for since any invite to geto automatically extends to gojo—the embodiment of shoko's nightmare blunt rotation.

but today geto had been particularly elusive, so you find yourself messaging gojo privately to discuss your concern. unsurprisingly, gojo is a little too eager to engage...

S. Gojo | Today at 9:37 PM nd u saw how quickly he excused himself after giving his report ?? he didn't even scold me after yaga pointed out that my handwriting was completely illegible :0

You | Today at 9:39 PM sooo you knew that it was illegible? mbn to never worry about the consequences of your actions & ofc i noticed!! he seemed restless during that whole meeting

S. Gojo | Today at 9:40 PM just say ur jealous lol nd I noticed that too it was pretty distracting u think hes still on edge from the mission?

You | Today at 9:43 PM in his defense it doesnt take much to distract you i dont even think his mission was particularly difficult though didn’t he exorcise a bunch of grade 3 curses

S. Gojo | Today at 9:43 PM yeeah but remember he still has to absorb them hes trying to increase his collection i could yak rn just thinking ab it

You | Today at 9:45 PM truee idk how he does it honestly it must be rlly wearing him down tho i rarely see him now :(

S. Gojo | Today at 9:46 PM yeahhh he keeps hiding out in his room classic avoidant tendencies

You | Today at 9:48 PM astute observation dr. gojo that would imply he needs some space huh

S. Gojo | Today at 9:48 PM rightttt but

You | Today at 9:50 PM but? (i like where this is going)

S. Gojo | Today at 9:50 PM luckily space isn't in our vocabulary (i knew u would) lets go bother him :3

You | Today at 9:51 PM im alr omw to u :3

stuffing your phone back into your sweats, you begin making your way to your co-conspirator. it's pitch black outside save for the dim light of the flickering lantern hung at the dorm’s main post, but gojo’s room is only a couple doors down. you push open the slightly ajar door and are met with a tart, saccharine scent wafting from gojo’s not-so-secret stash of hard candy.

squinting forward you spot the culprit red-handed, splayed out across his bed, and likely one candy away from a sugar rush. your exasperated exhale breaks him from his sugar trance and he rolls over to prop himself up on his side, crinkling about eight discarded candy wrappers in the process.

"so nice of you to join me tonight~”

you wrinkle your nose at his lopsided grin, “gross satoru, a grown-ass man eating in his bed.”

gojo sneers peering over his glasses which are slowly slipping down the slope of his nose to retort, “and you are a grown-ass woman who still sleeps with stuffed animals so I don’t wanna hear it.”

he sticks out his bright red tongue before tossing the empty wrappers onto the floor to clear up some space. you consider pointing out the digimon plushie that's visible from underneath his bed but decide to let it slide, seating yourself next to him. you are instead much more interested in gawking at the ginormous bag of candy sitting before you.

"there's actually no way you plan on eating this entire bag yourself, right?" you eye his glossy, red-stained lips "your dentist must hate to see you coming."

“and I would happily take on that challenge but—" he pauses to lift a piece of candy wrapped in shiny gold paper, "I actually picked up this bag earlier because I noticed it has these hard candies with honey filling.”

"how considerate and out of character of you," you tease.

he pouts puffing his cheeks out defiantly, "yeah so this stays between us because I can't have you running around ruining my feared, distinguished, and carefully constructed reputation—"

"of being an arrogant asshole?" you finish.

"no silly, I was gonna go with alpha male."

he smugly turns over to lay flat on his stomach, picking out the honey-filled candies and kicking his feet that hung off the edge of the bed. ah yes, the tell-tale sign of an alpha male giggling and kicking his feet while rummaging through sweets.

"right."

you lean back onto your hands making contact with something hard beneath the blanket. upon further inspection, you uncover gojo's beloved nintendo ds littered with sailor moon stickers. you lift it onto your lap tracing a finger over the peeling edge of a bright-eyed feline luna.

gojo glances over at the movement, "I'm just about done, bring that too."

you sit upright pocketing a couple pieces of candy for yourself along with the ds while he shoves as much candy as physically possible into his grey flannel joggers. stretching your legs out you rise to your feet pulling him up by his arm along with you. you’re pleasantly surprised to be met with the soft, warm brush of his skin rather than the cold pressure that is the icy barrier of his infinity.

although you should be accustomed to gojo deactivating his infinity around you, you couldn't help but lightly shudder as the comforting warmth courses through your body. because despite your argumentative banter, you reveled in the fact that the gojo satoru was surrounded by trusted friends who made him feel comfortable enough to let go of the technique temporarily. he hums softly kicking on his slippers and rising off the bed.

now towering over you, he shifts his weight, fully intending to take a long stride toward the door—until your hand presses firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“listen—y'know I love you 'toru but before we go in there I'm gonna need you to promise to dial it down about five notches—" you take a breath and press your palms together in a pleading gesture, "so we don’t overwhelm him."

you’re met with a scoff and quirked snowy-white brow, “tch I'm not stupid I know how to read a room."

you release a shaky "okay" clearly unconvinced.

he rolls his eyes swatting at your hands and looping his arm around yours to pull you forward, “now let’s go visit our sweet sugubear~” you playfully bump shoulders giddy because you’re all too aware of geto’s ability to render you both docile.

lifting a hand to tug down your beige baby tee where it had bunched up from gojo’s arm, you allow yourself to be led to geto's room.

upon arrival, you are greeted with silence and the distant droning buzz of cicadas. the soft glow from gojo's ocean-blue eyes illuminates the door, and you can’t help but admire their determined sparkle.

“suguruuuu are ya in there? we know you are so let us in loser.” he accompanies his request with a sharp, forceful knock.

you snort at this tactless approach, slipping your arm out from his to swat at the back of his head. you take a gentler approach, knocking lightly, your plea sincere.

“hey um suguru, we know it’s late but we were hoping to unwind together since we haven’t really had a chance to hang out recently and we know how tiring the past few weeks have been for you and um...well all of us and well we y'know—” you pause from your rambling momentarily, banking on gojo swooping in.

“we miss you 'ru” he finishes loudly.

you both cock your heads sideways towards the door to listen for movement and jolt back when you hear the shuffling of feet move across the floor.

you lean in towards gojo, your voice a whisper, “he’s alive.”

geto's muffled voice responds, “yes yes I'm alive, sorry to disappoint,” his voice sounds strained yet still cracks into a low chuckle. he pulls the door open revealing himself to be dressed in a baggy black sweatsuit wrapped in a thick grey blanket that's pulled around his shoulders and draped over his arms. his eyes are clouded by dark bags and his hair is strung messily around his head, his lips fixed into a friendly, albeit forced smile.

gojo, slightly amused by the disheveled geto in front of him, opens his mouth to say god knows what, but geto promptly warns, “don’t make me regret opening this door satoru.”

"so scary sugu, don't be so mean," he dramatically shivers and you can hear the pout lacing his voice. you giggle into your palm at geto's stern look and gojo tugs sheepishly at his unruly milky-white hair. he approaches the darker-haired man placing a firm hand on geto’s shoulder before continuing inside. you follow suit and hear geto's lock click back into place behind you.

gojo immediately makes himself comfortable kicking off his slippers at the foot of the bed and falling face first onto geto's pillows with a sigh. he pulls out the candy from his pocket and drops a handful beside him. you remove your slippers and neatly arrange them while geto sulks over to the bed. he sits upright next to the candy and you drop yourself beside him pulling your knees into your chest. you all bask in comfortable silence before geto is the first to break.

"already infesting my bed with your sugar addiction huh, satoru?"

"no sufogu, bwought dese fa you" his words come out jumbled from the press of his mouth to the pillows.

geto lifts a single candy to his lap and carefully unwraps it. you lean into his side and point, "these candies are filled with honey 'ru, thought they could soothe your throat some."

geto gingerly lifts the candy to his lips proceeding to gently coax out the flavor, savoring the sweet taste. he tilts his head back, eyes crinkling into a thin line and shoulders easing.

“s'good, thank you."

while he revels in the soothing effect the candy is having on his throat you shift your attention towards his hair situation.

"did we wake you? it looks like you just had the nap of a lifetime." you reach up to twist a strand of hair that somehow defies the laws of physics sticking out horizontally.

"no, not at all," his eyes soften casting downward, "sleep's been more like a privilege lately."

gojo's dumbass barrels right past any underlying message there, nuzzling his face deeper into the pillow, "s'cwazy cuz you haf the soffest bed."

as expected, geto with the patience of a saint, is unbothered by his lack of awareness, reaching out to affectionately ruffle gojo's hair, which earns him a soft, satisfied sigh.

you roll your eyes at how pliant and disgustingly submissive gojo had magically become in a matter of seconds. in turn, you thread your fingers deeper into the stringy black clump that was currently geto's hair.

"ugh there's no way you let your precious hair get this tangled, it physically pains me to look at," you clutch your chest dramatically.

geto reaches up to touch the hair in question, his fingertips lightly brushing against yours. he swallows uneasily, "it's gotten pretty bad huh."

you shoot him a sympathetic look carefully removing the hand in his hair to avoid yanking his scalp. you would never admit it aloud but there isn't much you wouldn't do for him; he's reliable, a comforting presence, and his character is unshakable. no matter how unpleasant or dismissive you and gojo could get at your worst, geto was there. so you didn't hesitate to make him an earnest offer.

"let me untangle it. I just so happen to be extremely skilled at detangling, probably from my years of experience—“ you gesture to your own hair twisting a loose curl around your finger, “—and don’t worry I make adjustments for the tender-headed, just ask utahime."

"wait who said I'm tender-headed?"

you snort and simply gesture to the ground, "just sit down here, okay?"

you try your best to mask your excitement since you love geto’s hair: it’s jet-black, long, and soft to the touch. it always smells fresh, with a hint of vanilla from his shampoo. it’s honestly attractive refreshing to see such well-groomed hair on a man.

geto silently complies, crouching next to your feet to fold up and place down his blanket before retrieving his brush from a nearby drawer. anticipating the whine of an excluded gojo, you reach into your pocket and toss his ds onto his back.

"here satoru, so you don't get bored in the next minute"

he eagerly turns over and powers on the handheld device. he is so easy to placate, if he wasn’t a gojo you would frankly be concerned for his safety.

geto settles between your legs, back against the bed, and expresses his interest, "whatcha playing there 'toru? pokémon?"

you start to nimbly section off his hair using the brush and begin working on the ends.

gojo shuffles closer to the two of you and tilts the screen so geto can get a look.

"nintendogs?" geto asks sounding exasperated and you catch a quick glimpse of a black-and-white spotted puppy pawing at the screen.

you suppress a giggle because gojo truly never disappoints and continue working your way up your section unraveling a particularly large tangle.

"try not to sound so disappointed 'ru its so fun~ its got tons of adorable doggies to play with and its harder than it looks! honestly its a lot of work."

now that absurdity earns him a laugh as you smooth down the top of your section mumbling under your breath, "yeah work."

"well I don't know about all that—but I'm glad you've discovered this month’s hyper-fixation" geto responds with a yawn.

"thank you...i think," gojo replies before quickly being distracted by the incessant yapping of his digital pets.

you take your time working through geto's hair, carefully pulling apart tangles and smoothing out ends, admiring the glossy shine reflected in the low light of his dorm. once thoroughly detangled, you brush through his thick locks while running your fingers through his bangs that don’t quite reach back far enough.

you hear a low hum when your fingers lightly scrape along his scalp so you continue your ministrations to hopefully allow him some semblance of peace. the yapping coming from gojo's direction becomes white noise as you get lost in thought admiring the silky-smooth feel of geto's hair against your fingers.

the satisfying swish of the hairbrush running from root to end sounds strangely cathartic. you note how his hair has grown considerably since the last time you had seen it completely down. it cascades down a little past his shoulders curling up slightly at the bottoms when released from the confines of the brush.

you gather all his hair back intending to indicate that you had finished until you notice a breathy rumbling being released steadily from his mouth. you peer over his head to see his eyes gently resting shut, with a tranquil expression softening his features as his lips part slightly with each slow breath.

somehow he has managed to look perfectly serene, yet impossibly striking. it was a relieving sight to see after this past week made you believe that his face had become permanently fixed into a frown.

"hey—“

you swiftly press a finger to a startled gojo's lips gesturing to the sleeping geto that had slumped into your lap. gojo quickly powers off his game and cranes his neck to get a good look at geto's face.

he stifles a laugh and wraps an arm around your shoulder, "mission accomplished huh?"

you nod contently as a warm gust of his strawberry-scented breath fans your face.

gojo seats himself next to you and begins running his fingers through geto's newly tamed hair. geto releases a long sigh and you can't help but think its awfully cute.

"bet I can do a better hairstyle than you can" gojo challenges, because of course he does. you still take him up on it though; partly because you're competitive, and partly because you want to keep soothing geto through his much-needed slumber.

you smirk at gojo before parting geto's hair down the middle. taking the left side you begin splitting it into four parts to work on a fishtail. you had always wondered how one would look on him if he ever let down his taut bun.

glancing towards gojo whose eyebrows are furrowed in deep concentration, you notice his glasses had been completely removed as he’s struggling to complete a french braid. the braid is somehow tight, loose, chunky, and thin all at once—effectively securing your victory. his pale fingers weave clumsily through one another to continue down.

gojo scowls looking dissatisfied with his work thus far and begins undoing his current progress. near geto's temple the braid had twisted awkwardly and as gojo pulled the strands apart he was met with resistance accidentally yanking geto's head back suddenly.

the motion jolts you all backward and shakes geto awake releasing a pained wince from the rough pull.

"what the fuck guys”

"gojo you had one job" you moan. gojo's white eyelashes flutter apologetically and he rubs soft circles into the spot he had just pulled.

"didn't mean to sugu"

you roll your eyes at his allergy to explicitly apologizing and shove him away from geto's head. dejected, he slowly inches himself to the edge of the bed until he slides down next to geto. he pops a hard candy between his lips that seemingly appeared out of thin air and leans his head onto geto's shoulder.

you swear you can make out a hushed murmur sounding close to a sorry. geto hums and you go back to playing with his hair. you decide to make an effort to style his hair in a way that he can achieve on his own. you lift gojo's head gently to retrieve the hair that had been trapped underneath so he can snuggle in closer, and you begin working on a half-up, half-down style.

once satisfied you make the executive decision to loop the half-up ponytail into a bun and pull out his bangs to frame his face.

geto’s voice calls wearily out, "having fun back there?" his eyes are half-lidded from dozing off, and at this point he’s completely malleable to your touch.

"I'm actually taking this opportunity very seriously sugu."

you retrieve your phone and open the front-facing camera, handing it to him. he positions it in front of his face to view the finished look.

the corner of his eyes crinkle, but you can still make out the deep violet of his irises scanning over your handiwork.

"I actually like this a lot, it looks great," he praises.

gojo cracks an eye open so he can weigh in.

"I don't hate it."

at that you flick the nape of his neck harshly and geto chuckles at the subsequent wince feeling rightfully avenged for earlier.

“so seriously how do I look?”

“pretty—“ “—handsome” you and gojo both blurt out at once.

an awkward silence follows, and you can't help but giggle at your brazen, synchronized boldness.

searching for a way to ease the tension, your eyes fall back onto the camera in geto's hand and you motion towards it to refocus everyone's attention, "well we've clearly established that you look great so don't let the photo go to waste."

you catch his lips curling slightly before he complies, extending his arm to get a better shot. gojo leans back onto geto's shoulder and lazily holds up a peace sign, his cheeks tinged strawberry-red to match his lips. you scoot forward resting your chin on geto's other shoulder, tilting your head slightly and flashing a playful grin.

“perfect, my new lock screen,” you say, giving geto’s bun one final twist.

geto chuckles, low and warm, and gives your knee a gentle pat. “well, in that case, I’m honored.” he shifts his weight, stretching his legs out, visibly more at ease than when you’d first arrived. beside him, gojo, not missing a beat, looks up, hands folded across his chest.

“but of course, I'm more honored, I'm literally the honored one”

geto looks over the image zooming in slightly, "keep talking and you'll be the one cropped out satoru."

this ignites their usual bickering and you scoff. you watch as geto’s shoulders softly shake with laughter and you swear he seems lighter, the tension of the last few weeks loosening. maybe, just maybe, things could return to normal soon.

at least, for this moment, you all felt a little more like yourselves.

[terresdebrume]

"Critical Role lost views since COVID, people are obviously getting bored of their content "

I'm watching my fourth YouTube mandated ads break in less than twenty minutes

[gegoinbloom]

BE THE CURE - a canon divergence satosugu

Summary: Satoru and Suguru are once again face to face in front of KFC, but this time things happen differently. This time Satoru manages to take Suguru back to the Jujutsu High, this time instead of a curse love becomes a blessing capable of healing every wound in the souls of the two strongest sorcerers in the world, and side by side they build a world where everyone is able to be happy.

“Suguru, you were one of the lights that illuminated my youth, and I hope I can do the same for you!!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65250556

[hermitw]

I keep thinking about... what if Yuki Tsukumo was able to speak with Gojo and Geto, like she wanted to?

Gojo and Geto who had planned to fight Tengen if the star plasma vessel didn't want to merge. (even with Gojo's blessed status, that would designate the both of them as curse users, wouldn't it?)

Geto who looked so glad when Riko decided she wanted to go home.

Tsukumo, a star plasma vessel who escaped the merging fate, became a special-grade sorcerer and devoted her time to traveling overseas to research ways to eliminate curses before they form (even after her salary was frozen - I assume that after he left, Geto funded her research).

they were, to my knowledge, the only special-grade sorcerers (at the time maybe someone else was too? but by Yuuta's time, it was just those 4). they might have been able to unionize.

to get every sorcerer to turn down missions unless the higher-ups were actively investing in research / work to eliminate curses before they could form.

[sparkie96]

New Fic: “Hidden SOLDIER”

Takes place Post FFVII: Rebirth, where things go awry, Aerith from Zack’s Universe ends up in the main Universe and so does Zack. The Gang manages to hold Sephiroth back, but he disappears before they can defeat him. Shinra is still on their tails, so they decide to split up and hide in various locations.

Zack, Aerith, and Tifa hide on Gongaga, Cid, Vincent, and Nanaki hide in Cosmos Canyon, and Barret, Cloud, Yuffie, and Cait Sith hide in Costa del Sol. Barret brings Marlene with their group and Elmyra goes with Aerith to prevent them from being used as leverage. Wedge and Biggs stay in Sector 5 to keep an ear out for things, Barret, Tifa, Cid, and Yuffie meeting up with them to get intel.

While in Costa del Sol, Cloud still feels off but he pushes that aside due to his new responsibility: Caring for a four year-old little girl. Turns out, trying to be a parent and “vacationing” at a seaside resort are good distractions from the monster in your brain. But the parent part is a lot harder than it looked.

Rated for Language, Canon-Typical Violence, and Omegaverse Themes.

(I sat through almost 22 hours of Gameplay Footage (I don’t own Rebirth but I have Remake, Intergrade, and Crisis Core Reunion) and suffered a great deal of confusion whilst doing so, just so I could write this. Side note: Fuck you Square Enix for leaving it off like that and making us wait for Part Three. Everyone else, please enjoy.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63729646/chapters/163387795

[hermitsdump]

ok chat so I have an outline for this sukugo adopting Fushiguro fic but the question is.

edit nvm I'm sorry I decided already flanchaifkax BUT if there's any specific figures Gojo should fight or Sukuna should inhabit uhhhhh lmk

[daz4i]

do you think they put that ratio model in castrum kremnos like as a joke or red herring. like some developer knew he isn't related to amphoreus but saw how he absolutely SHOULD be from there and went "you know what would be really funny"

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

"hi, I'm gojo, your favorite sorcerer, and I think shoko is gonna be the drunkest tonight."

if shoko ieiri has one undeniable talent, it's bringing people together—though her plans often border on catastrophic. so when yaga steps out of class to take a call, you aren't surprised to see a sly grin spread menacingly across her face. turning in her seat, she wastes no time laying out this week's plan—meticulously crafted, as always.

she breaks it down into a comprehensive, four-step process:

convince her older cousin to buy her alcohol tomorrow during her family’s visit

sneak said alcohol into the school and stash it under her bed

host a party in her dorm friday night while yaga is away overnight

blackout.

you and gojo exchange amused glances, already on board. shoko's plans are always a healthy mix of brilliance and disaster. geto, predictably, looks hesitant.

"is this really a good idea?" he asks, brow furrowing. "what if something goes wrong? most of the tokyo staff will be gone with yaga. no one will be here to help."

shoko leans back smugly, her arms crossed. "and that's why I'm a seasoned expert in reversed curse techniques. relax, geto. that's literally my whole thing."

geto rolls his eyes but doesn't argue further.

"don't fret, suguboo!" gojo interjects, puffing out his chest dramatically. "they call me the strongest for a reason. I'll take care of you when you inevitably get wasted." he flutters his snowy-white eyelashes for emphasis.

geto deadpans. "me?"

"you heard me. waaastee—" gojo drags out the word, but the sound of yaga’s approaching footsteps cuts him off.

you react instinctively, smacking the back of his head. "quiet, idiot."

by friday, the plan had unfolded without a hitch. well, almost—gojo got smacked up several more times for being oblivious, and shoko nearly had a heart attack when one of the shopping bags threatened to burst under the weight of the bottles on school grounds. still, by the time you helped her stash the loot, everything was ready for what she dubbed "operation blackout."

at 9:44 pm, shoko's message pops up in the group chat:

Ieiri Shoko | Today at 9:44 PM evrybdy head over!! 🥂

when you open the door to her dorm, you’re immediately struck by the startling transformation. the normally cluttered space was spotless, the floor gleaming as if polished. a low table sits in the center of the room, draped in a burgundy tablecloth and surrounded by eight matching cushions. twinkling lights crisscross the ceiling, and the scent of something delicious wafts from the kitchenette, where shoko is bent over the stove.

utahime stands at the counter, pouring drinks from a tall pitcher into glasses. an empty sake bottle sits beside her.

"wow, you aren't playing around, sho," you say, stepping closer.

shoko spins around, startled. "shit, don't sneak up on me like that! almost dropped a bowl."

you smirk, peeking at the tray she's prepared. perfectly arranged katsudon bowls—crispy fried pork over rice, garnished with scallions.

"well, don't just stand there," shoko says, snapping you out of your awe. "make yourself useful. operation blackout starts with a heavy meal and a sake cocktail to warm us up."

"yes, ma'am." you salute before obediently grabbing the tray carefully from her outstretched hands to place at the table.

the gang filters in one by one, each person reacting with impressed remarks at the eloquent setup.

"I thought this was going to be a trashy frat-party experience," mei mei said, sliding into the last open seat. "this actually warrants my attendance."

utahime scoffs, "backhanded compliments are your specialty, huh?"

"I mean," gojo chimes in, grinning, "considering shoko's goal of total blackout, I figured we'd be doing keg stands before forcing suguru to let us ride rainbow dragon to mcdonald's at three am."

"as if," geto mutters.

nanami raises an eyebrow. "keg stands, gojo really? this isn't some coming-of-age teen drama, you watch way too much tv."

gojo glares, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "you never know."

haibara jumps in, grinning brightly. "kento, hush! anyway, great job tonight, shoko! this is amazing."

"I second that," you say, pulling out your phone. "and to commemorate the night, let's make a bet. let's each record a video saying who we think will get the drunkest tonight. we'll review the footage later to see who was right. deal?"

with this group's competitive streak, everyone immediately agrees.

you prop your phone against the bathroom sink, angling it perfectly. with a satisfied nod, you return to the others in the dorm. "alright, who wants to start?"

"ME! ME! ME! ME!," gojo's hand shoots up, waving frantically.

you catch nanami's exaggerated eye roll and laugh, "alright, satoru, the floor is yours."

00:03 ==⬤---------------------- 04:01  ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻  gojo: "...and we're live! hi, I'm gojo, your favorite sorcerer, and I think shoko is gonna be the drunkest tonight. I mean, c'mon—she's literally an aspiring alcoholic!"

geto: "hello, viewers. geto suguru here. my prediction? gojo will be the drunkest. sure, he's got impressive stamina in combat, but let's be real—that doesn't translate to drinking."

you: "hey, y'all! it's me. so, I know gojo's gonna be the drunkest tonight. he's giving strong lightweight energy."

nanami: "to whom it may concern, my name is nanami kento, and I believe yu haibara will be the drunkest tonight. right now, I confidently estimate my prediction to be of 70% certainty."

haibara: "haibara here! after careful consideration, I think our dear host, shoko ieiri, will be the drunkest tonight. she literally said she wants to black out!"

shoko: "the moment you've all been waiting for—ieiri shoko: sorcerer, host, chef, and event planner extraordinaire. holding for applause... okay, I'm predicting utahime or gojo will be the drunkest tonight. they're both way too hot-headed and competitive."

utahime: "h-hi! I'm iori utahime, and I think gojo's gonna be the drunkest tonight. he's always bragging about being the strongest, but that can only get him so far. so I guarantee he'll be the weakest tonight."

mei mei: "they saved the best for last. I'm mei mei, and I think sweet utahime is going to be the drunkest tonight. low tolerance vibes. and with that, let's reconvene later for updates..." 04:01 =================⬤ 04:01  ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻

when mei mei returns your phone, shoko has already begun her toast to the evening. "here's to a messy, sloppy, drunken night," she says, raising her glass. "may I be passed out on the grass by four am!"

utahime doubles over laughing as everyone clinks glasses. the bitter, tangy scent of sake fills the air as the group shouts, "cheers!"

the conversation drifts into speculative territory as gojo leads a heated discussion about principal yaga's alleged secret love child. evidence cited includes muffled crying or squealing sounds overheard from his office and trashed crib packaging. the theory dies down as the meal takes center stage. the katsudon, perfectly seasoned and artfully plated, is a hit—a warm, savory comfort that pairs too well with the strong drinks.

plates empty and glasses drained, you observe the scene. gojo, is even chattier than usual, his words tumbling over each other at lightning speed. haibara's cheeks glow tomato red, and utahime twirls a braid around her finger, sneaking glances at shoko. very, very interesting.

meanwhile, shoko, geto, mei mei, and nanami seem relatively unaffected—or are just better at hiding it. you decide it's time to turn up the chaos.

"guys!" you tap your glass with a pair of chopsticks, drawing their attention. "we still have four bottles of tequila to get through. who's up for a drinking game of truth or dare?"

the suggestion is met with enthusiastic cheers from shoko, gojo, mei mei, and utahime. haibara looks excited but hesitant, while geto and nanami exchange weary glances, clearly bracing for disaster.

"as host," shoko declares, waving her chopsticks like a wand, "I command full participation. let me pour some shots. who needs a mixed drink?"

shoko and utahime get to work. plates are cleared and replaced with a neat line of shots. utahime's heavy-handed pours prompt a dramatic gasp from mei mei.

"damn, 'hime," mei mei says, inspecting the shots. "you trying to kill us?"

shoko returns with two mixed drinks, sliding them toward haibara and nanami. "classiest of the group," you mutter with a grin.

you smooth your hands over your hair, leaning forward to begin the game. "alright, let's start this right. host sho—truth or dare?"

"dare, duh," shoko replies instantly.

"hmmm..." you glance at gojo. "what did you bring as a chaser?"

with a flourish, gojo pulls a bottle from beneath the table. "strawberry ramune, my favorite~ why?"

"perfect. shoko, I dare you to drink gojo's chaser."

shoko grabs the bottle without hesitation, but just as she tilts it, you interrupt.

"oh, by the way—gojo adds five packets of sugar to sweeten his ramune."

the table erupts in laughter. nanami smirks, and shoko sputters as she swallows the disgustingly sweet concoction.

"blegh!" shoko slams the bottle down, grimacing. "gojo, who does this shit?!"

reaching for a shot, she drowns it in one go—and then grabs another.

"two shots to chase ramune?" haibara asks, incredulous as he shrugs off his sweater. "that bad?"

"it was that bad," shoko confirms, her voice muffled as she pours herself another drink.

"let's..." shoko wipes her tongue with a napkin, grimacing. "let's just move on. I'm asking... geto. truth or dare?"

"after witnessing... whatever that was," geto gestures vaguely toward shoko's earlier tequila ordeal, "I'm gonna play it safe and go with truth."

shoko grins mischievously, tilting her head as she looks geto up and down. "okayyy," she drawls, clearly deep in thought. "hmm... got it! you're the only guy here with ear piercings—such a bad boy," she teases, earning a visible cringe from geto. "so my question is: do you have any other piercings we don't know about?"

you press your lips together to stifle a laugh. as close as you are to geto, you already know the answer. he's going to drink.

sure enough, geto opens his mouth to respond but then, without a word, picks up a shot and downs it in one smooth motion.

"WHAT?!" shoko shrieks, half outraged, half delighted.

"naughty," mei mei murmurs, leaning her chin into her palm, her smirk growing wider.

"sugu's such a tease. its just a—" gojo starts, but you slam your hand over his mouth before he can spill the details.

"don't you dare," you hiss.

gojo bites your palm in retaliation, but you refuse to let go, glaring at him.

geto clears his throat, grimacing slightly at the tequila's burn. "and there's my cue to move on," he says, brushing past the topic. "since satoru seems eager to air out my business—truth or dare?"

you cautiously release your hand from gojo's mouth, glancing at the raw bite marks on your palm. gojo scratches his chin dramatically, as if pondering some great mystery, then grins, his azure eyes lighting up.

"dare! cuz I'm not a pussy".

geto laughs, unbothered by the jab. "alright, satoru. this one's easy—I dare you to eat all the scallions you picked off your food."

the table collectively turns to look at gojo's napkin, overflowing with at least twenty pieces of scallion he meticulously removed.

"suguruuuu," gojo whines, slumping in defeat.

geto merely slides him a shot, patting his fluffy white hair. gojo glares at the drink, nose wrinkling as he takes a tentative sip. he shudders visibly, sticking out his tongue. "so gross."

as he sets the glass down, his eyes narrow. he scans the group, zeroing in on utahime, who's laughing a little too hard at this expense.

"utahime," he announces, and her grin instantly vanishes. "yeah, not so funny now, huh? truth or dare?"

she groans. "ugh, truth"

gojo clasps his hands together like an evil mastermind, his grin nothing short of diabolic. "who here, out of all of us, would you say is the weakest link in jujutsu society?"

"uncalled for," you mutter, yanking on his ear like a scolding parent.

"stop picking on her, satoru." shoko adds, rolling her eyes.

but utahime surprises everyone by taking it in stride. she lifts a shot, downs it without hesitation, and wipes her chin with a satisfied smirk. "moving on. your turn," she says, turning to you with a pointed look. "truth or dare?"

"dare," you reply confidently. "give me a juicy one."

utahime exchanges a mischevious look with mei mei before whispering something in her ear.

"got it," mei mei says, sitting upright. "give us your phone. utahime and I get to send one text to anyone we want—and you can't take it back until the end of the night."

you take a steadying breath, weighing your options. it's only utahime and mei mei, you reason. how bad could it be? if it were gojo, the tequila would already be halfway to your lips. finally, you unlock your phone and slide it across the table.

"go ahead. do your worst."

mei mei snatches it up gleefully, her fingers flying across the screen. you pointedly look away, unwilling to torture yourself by imagining what chaos they're unleashing.

"alright," you announce. "let's keep the game rolling. haibara—truth or dare?"

haibara flushes an even deeper shade of red than before, the color creeping onto his neck. "I'm a little nervous," he admits shyly. "truth."

"don't be nervous," you say with mock sincerity. "we're your closest friends! we'd never judge or be offended by anything you say or do. that said... who here is your least favorite person?"

haibara gasps, clutching his chest. "noooo! I can't answer that—it's too mean! I love and respect you all equally!"

nanami, ever the calm voice of reason, places a gentle hand on haibara's and nudges it toward his drink. "take two sips, yu," he says simply.

you chuckle as geto flicks your forehead. "harsh, but fair."

haibara obeys, taking two large gulps. he sets his glass down, visibly tipsy now, and beaming at nanami.

"okay, nanamiiin~" haibara slurs slightly, drawing out the nickname, "truth or dare?"

nanami raises a brow but humors him with a small smile. "dare."

"alrighty," haibara begins, leaning in conspiratorially. "for some backstory—I heard you singing in the shower a couple weeks ago when you thought no one was around."

the table collectively perks up.

"so," haibara continues, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that's still loud enough for everyone to hear, "I dare you to sing for us. don't be shy, ken. you have a beautiful voice."

the group falls into stunned silence. nanami's ears turn bright red as the color spreads across his cheeks. it's possibly the first time you've ever seen him blush.

after a pause, he clears his throat and picks up his glass. "you got me there, yu," he says smoothly, before chugging the rest of his drink in one go.

haibara's face falls, his disappointment palpable. "aww, but I really wanted to hear it!"

nanami leans over, resting an arm on haibara's shoulder. you catch a faint, "later," murmured under his breath.

and with that, he nods toward mei mei, signaling the game to continue.

"alright, mei mei, truth or dare?" nanami asks, his tone measured, as always.

"dare, of course," mei mei replies smoothly, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.

nanami straightens his collar, clearly crafting something calculated. "I dare you to do your best impression of someone at this table. if we don't guess it right, you drink. no talking allowed."

"regulated and thorough," mei mei says with a smirk. "I would expect nothing less from you, nanami. very well, I'll begin."

she stands, her violet off-the-shoulder sweater swaying with her movement. turning her back to the group, she pauses for dramatic effect. then, with a sharp turn of her head, she flutters her eyelashes, blows an exaggerated kiss, sticks her tongue out, and pretends to push up invisible glasses.

haibara is the first to pipe up, "I got it! 's gojo-senpai, that's really g'd, mei mei!"

"how the actual fuck is that me?!" gojo exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

mei mei curtsies, her smirk widening. "correct, haibara. it was an easy choice—gojo's the most dramatic one here."

the group hums in agreement. shoko, sipping from her drink, adds dryly, "since we guessed it right away, shouldn't gojo drink? he's technically the loser."

"you can't just make up rules, sho!" gojo protests, looking around for support. his gaze lands on geto, who shrugs and slides him a shot.

"sounds fair to me, satoru. unless... you can't handle it?" geto teases, his grin lazy but pointed.

with a theatrical sigh, gojo downs the shot, grimacing as he does. nanami ever the thoughtful one, disappears into the kitchen, returning with a cocktail for himself and glasses of water for both gojo and haibara. gojo accepts his water with a reluctant nod, taking slow sips while you rub soothing circles on his back.

"your kindness is admirable," mei mei drawls, watching you with amused eyes. "but since you're being so tenderhearted, I'll send some chaos your way. truth or dare?"

you immediately withdraw your hand, straightening in your seat. "truth."

mei mei leans forward, violet eyes glinting mischievously. "I’m feeling messy, so… who would you fuck, marry, and kill among your fellow third-years? choose wisely."

the table erupts into a mix of gasps and laughter. haibara nearly chokes on his drink, and nanami quietly hands him his water. all eyes turn to you, expectant.

you lean back, arms crossed. "alright, I'll answer with my whole chest. first, marry shoko—duh. she’s special-grade wife material. she cooks, cleans, and nurses you back to health."

utahime's grin falters slightly, but you press on. "fuck suguru—" you gesture toward him, "I mean, look at him. plus, we all know he swallows."

the table howls with laughter as shoko nearly falls out of her seat. geto arches an eyebrow at you, looking both flattered and mildly concerned.

"and I guess that leaves gojo, so... kill him." you shrug. "though honestly, I don't even know how I'd manage that."

gojo clutches his chest, aghast. "why me?!" you just admitted you can't even kill me yourself! and what, am I unattractive to you?!"

you roll your eyes. "relax, bookie. you're fine as hell, but you're more 'all-up-in-your-face' fine. suguru's more... nonchalant fine."

the group hums in agreement, fueling gojo's indignation. "what does that even mean?!" he whines, flailing.

geto places a calming hand on his arm, his voice even. "relax, satoru. I have my own concerns—" his gaze flickers to you. "—about the swallowing comment."

feigning nonchalance, you glance at your wrist as if checking an invisible watch. "oh would you look at the time? moving on. shoko, truth or dare?"

"dare," shoko says immediately, lifting the tequila bottles. "and as host, I declare a new rule: from now on everyone drinks every turn, no exceptions."

a collective groan rises from the trio of haibara, gojo, and utahime, all clearly tipsy. you, mei mei, geto, and nanami grunt or nod in agreement.

"lovin’ that energy sho, so to up the ante," you say, digging into your pocket, "I dare you to smoke this." you toss a poorly rolled, but fat blunt onto the table. "and take a shot after. getting crossed should help you reach tonight's goal."

shoko's eyes light up as she snatches it greedily. "the girls are really coming through tonight! you're a godsend."

gojo scoffs. "godsend? how? she brought literal drugs to your party! isn't it called the devil's lettuce?"

shoko snorts, rummaging for a lighter. "this, from the guy who probably can't even stand up straight."

"I just don't feel like standing right now," gojo mumbles, pouting.

shoko gives him a withering look. "fine. truth or dare, satoru?"

"well, now I know what the dare is, so... truth."

"alright. who at this table have you had a sex dream about?"

the table falls into stunned silence. nanami chokes on his drink, and gojo freezes, eyes wide as they dart around the group. his gaze lingers a bit too long on you and geto before he quickly looks down, blushing furiously.

shoko smirks, satisfied. "definitely tabling that reaction to circle back to later."

gojo groans, face hidden behind his hands. "'m drinking. everyone drink."

you clink your glass with geto's, smirking. he wasn't fooling anyone.

shoko makes her way to the sliding backdoor, tossing a casual remark over her shoulder. “I'll be back in a flash—just gonna step outside to finish my dare. keep it going, and don't forget my shot when I get back." she winks before stepping out and taking a seat on the back steps.

inside, gojo hiccups, his high-pitched squeak drawing laughter around the table. his cheeks flush a shade brighter. you smirk, knowing your prediction about his tolerance was proving accurate.

clearing his throat, he wobbles a little before announcing, "who'd I wanna choose next... hmm... nanamin~! my dearesst kouhai, trussted friend, and bl—"

"I'm afraid to let you finish that sentence," nanami cuts him off dryly, already raising his glass. "so, I'll just drink. everybody?"

the table burst into laughter, raising their glasses to join him. haibara clunks his cup down a little too hard before slumping over, his head landing heavily on nanami's shoulder, some tequila dribbling from his lips onto nanami's sleeve.

nanami sighs, staring down at the mess before resigning himself. "haibara, maybe stick to mini-sips for your next few drinks. you can't even hold yourself up anymore."

haibara hums in drowsy agreement, leaning further into nanami, who chuckles heartily—a rare sound that surprises everyone. turning to geto, nanami raises a brow. "geto-senpai, truth or dare?"

geto, looking unbothered as usual, undoes his bun, letting his inky-black hair spill over his shoulders. he tucks a loose strand behind his gauged ear with a casual flick. "dare, nanamin~."

nanami considers this, his words tumbling over each other as the alcohol dulls his normally precise tone. "how about I... you... okay, I dare you to ride your manta ray curse around the school right now."

geto blinks, waiting for a punchline that never comes. "wait, you're serious? now? like, right now?"

"I don't know how I could be any clearer."

"dick," gojo mutters.

geto shakes his head, airing out his shirt. "as much as I would—and have, by the way—I think that might qualify as drunk driving. or, you know, drunk flying."

"or drunk swimming," you chime in.

"semantics." geto waves it off. "fine, everybody drink."

at this point, the alcohol is catching up with you. tilting your head back to take your shot makes the room swim a little. you fan yourself, suddenly flushed. gojo notices, leaning close to blow cool air onto your face like a fan.

you giggle, slurring, "satoru smells like str'berriesss~."

geto shakes his head at the chaos and turns his attention to utahime, whose head was face down on the table. "utahime, get up. truth or dare?"

utahime rolls her head sluggishly to the side, revealing a face flushed deep red. "fucking dare."

"language," geto teased with a mock pout. "there's no need to cuss. let's bring out that sweet side of yours. I dare you to kiss shoko when she comes back."

utahime shoots up, wide-eyed. "what?! k-kiss—shoko?!"

"that is what I said," geto replies, calm as ever.

mei mei nudges utahime, smirking. "do it, and I'll finish that paperwork for your mission on monday."

after a moment of hesitation, utahime grabs her shot, muttering, "fine. fuck it," before tossing it back. she slumps over dramatically.

the backdoor slides open just then, shoko reappearing with a dreamy sway. her eyes bloodshot and reeking of weed, she gives a languid nod when you ask, "damn, sho. you killed it, huh?"

she slumps into her chair, blinking slowly. "soooo, where are we?"

utahime stiffens but manages to squeak out, "my dare is... to kiss you."

"oh." shoko's lips curl into a lazy smile. "'kay. go ahead." she tilts her face. presenting her cheek.

utahime leans in, delivering the quickest peck possible.

"boo," geto jeers.

"yeah! boo!!!" gojo joins, cut off by another hiccup.

"tomato, tomato, tomato," you tease.

shoko blinks in confusion, looking one breath away from falling asleep. haibara's muffled voice comes from nanami's shoulder, "s'not the kiss we's looking f'r. try again—on th' lips." he clumsily raises his hands in a heart shape.

shoko turns back to utahime with a sleepy "'kay," puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

utahime hesitates, side-eyeing the group before her expression softens. smitten, she closes her eyes and leans in. their lips meet in a soft peck, but shoko isn't done. she grabs utahime's jaw, pulling her into a loud, smacking kiss.

"arrgh."

everyone turns to gojo, who is clutching his stomach. he gags loudly.

"what the fu—gojo, are you okay?!" geto asks, concerned.

"arrgh, aargh—"

"are you seriously gagging?" you ask, wide-eyed.

he sputters, cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk before bolting for the bathroom. the door slams shut behind him, and moments later, the unmistakable sound of vomiting echoes.

the table sits frozen. shoko and utahime remains in their pose, hands still cradling each other's faces. the faint sound of retching fills the silence.

geto breaks the tension with a deadpan, "so, gojo's homophobic."

from the bathroom comes a strained yell, "'M NOT HOMOPHOBIC! it was just bad timing! I've never drunk befor—"

he gags again.

nanami buries his face in his hands. "jesus."

geto stands. "I've got him." he slips into the bathroom after gojo.

you push yourself up, retrieving water and chips from the kitchen. "I'll give him a hand," you say, heading for the bathroom. "sounds like he needs it."

the fluorescent bathroom light buzzes faintly, its harsh glow making your head pound as you step inside. gojo is bent over the toilet, panting heavily, his white hair sticking out in a chaotic mess. geto is knelt beside him, one hand rubbing circles into his back, murmuring softly, "you're okay, satoru. just breathe."

you ease down onto the cold tile floor beside them, your hand brushing gojo's sweaty bangs off his forehead. "you'll feel better soon," you say gently.

after another minute, gojo finally stops heaving. he reaches up with a trembling hand to flush the toilet, the sound of rushing water echoing in the small space.

uncapping a water bottle, you tilt it to his lips, letting him take a few cautious gulps. then you nudge geto over slightly and lean your back against the base of the toilet. gojo groans before collapsing across your laps, his head resting on geto's thigh and his chest presses into yours.

"the room is spinning, guys," gojo mumbles, voice hoarse. "make it stop".

geto smooths his palm over gojo's cheek, his voice low and soothing. "I know, satoru. just close your eyes and focus on your breathing."

reaching down, you find gojo's hand and lace your fingers with his, pulling it to his chest. you trace small circles over his knuckles. "you're okay, satoru," you murmur. "this happens to everyone."

gradually, his body softens in your hold. his breathing evens out as his eyelids flutter shut. geto hums a low, calming tune, and you rest your head against his shoulder.

"I think he's out 'ru," you whisper.

geto's arm slips around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. "always looking after you two," he says quietly. "you owe me."

you snort, muffled against his chest. "'m comple'ly fine though!" but your own head was spinning, and the warmth of geto's hand tracing your arm lulls you toward sleep.

outside the bathroom, nanami notices haibara ceasing all movement, slumping lifelessly against his shoulder. concerned, he asks shoko for permission to use her room. once inside, he gently lays haibara on the bed, propping him up with pillows. fetching a glass of water and some bread from the kitchen, nanami coaxes small bites and sips out of him.

by the time haibara's color returns and his glassy eyes gain some clarity, nanami feels his own nerves ease. haibara grabs his wrist, tugging him onto the bed. reluctantly, nanami allows it, settling beside him. haibara's breath evens out as he drifts off, his forehead presses into nanami's side. nanami sighs, resigning himself to the makeshift role of caretaker once again.

shoko and utahime decide the night isn't over and stumble toward shoko's small couch with utahime's speaker in hand. shoko fiddles with her ipod shuffle browsing through her music gallery. she settles on her indie playlist, and excitedly stands on the couch pulling utahime clumsily up with her. what starts as vibing out quickly ends with them passed out together, limbs tangled and mouths agape, soft snores punctuating the quiet.

as the only one remaining at the table, mei mei is busy with her usual mischief. having memorized your phone's passcode earlier, she unlocks it again and frowns at the failed transaction she made from your dare earlier. not one to be deterred, she fiddles with the wi-fi and tries resending the payment. her face lights up moments later when a notification buzzes on the screen.

Mei Mei | Today at 2:14 AM this is an automated message. your apple cash amount of $[100.00] was processed successfully.

she smirks, scrolling through her personal wishlist for potential splurges. after adding a few items to her cart, she looks around the room, noting. the rhythmic snores of her friends. satisfied as the night's clear victor, she turns to your phone's camera and swipes to video, ready to document her triumph.

00:06 ==⬤---------------------- 01:22  ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻  mei mei (whispering): "once again, we have saved the best for last. everybody else just can't hang—it's quite unfortunate. as the rightful victor, I conclude that gojo satoru was the drunkest tonight, given his stint bent over the toilet. let's take a look, shall we?" [the camera pans to the bathroom. gojo is sprawled across the laps of geto and you, his face pressed against geto's thigh. geto's head rests against yours as all three of you snooze peacefully.] mei mei (whispering): "look at these cuties, snuggled up on the bathroom floor. gojo looks so peaceful, you would never know he was just expelling his entire stomach's contents barely an hour ago."

[the camera cuts to the couch, where shoko and utahime are tangled together in a chaotic sprawl, drooling and snoring loudly.] mei mei (whispering): "and here are the lovebirds! snorting and drooling all over each other. utahime is definitely going to remember this tomorrow. shoko? I sure hope so, because I can't go back to those constant longing stares, ugh!"

[the shot moves to shoko's room, focusing on haibara clinging to nanami like a lifeline.] mei mei (whispering): "and here's haibara, glued to his big, strong man who saved him from being gojo 2.0. nanami, ever the hero, still played babysitter. truly wholesome content."

[the video cuts back to mei mei, her face smug.] mei mei: "and that's a wrap! should I keep sending myself money off everyone's phones? hmm... haven’t I earned it? anyway, bye now!" 01:22 =================⬤ 01:22 ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Octavia 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Octavia Lenora Spencer

May 25,1970

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

25 Maggio 1970

[elronds-library]

silverfist [WIP]

by ambrorussa (@welcometolotr)

The figure before him reached up to push back the deep hood they wore, letting moonlight flash off the silver knuckles of their left hand. Turgon gritted his teeth instinctively and then let out a long, quiet breath as the cloth fell back and shadow fled from the planes of a familiar face. His uncle’s skin was decorated with a smattering of stress lines, cheekbones framed by a fall of silver-white hair pulled back into a braid. His age and exhaustion were apparent in his eyes and scars, similar enough to Turgon’s own. But his expression remained sharp - as quick and vicious as the claws that the king knew lay inside his famous silver prosthetic. *James Bond music plays*

Explicit, No Archive Warnings

Words: 16,044

[sparkie96]

Hidden SOLDIER, Chapter Two: “Early Revelations”

Cloud helped Marlene carry buckets of water up the beach, soaking the sand near where they were sitting. Marlene would dig the sand up and Cloud would help her shape and mold the sandcastles. Yuffie was boogie boarding, but was currently taking a break as she spoke with Kyrie about their hang-out tonight.

“Isn't that the lass who caused all that trouble for your Merc Reputation?” Cait Sith asked Cloud.

Cloud looked up, doing a double take as he saw Kyrie talking to Yuffie, “Why is Yuffie talking to Kyrie?”

Cait shrugged, “Something about going to hang-out later? I think they're going to the Golden Saucer?”

Cloud glared at Kyrie, “What? Why?!” He asked, “Yuffie knows how much trouble she is!”

“Yeah, but Yuffie needs friends around her own age.” Cait pointed out.

“Anyone but her.” Cloud disagreed, shaking his head, “Kyrie is trouble and she invites trouble. That's the last thing Yuffie needs.”

Kyrie let out a squeal of delight, hugging Yuffie before letting her go. She gave a wave and said loudly that she would see Yuffie later. Cloud watched her go as Yuffie came up to their spot, setting her board down so she could sit on it next to Marlene.

“I don't think you should hang out with her.” Cloud said, Yuffie looking at the sandcastles, “She's trouble.”

Yuffie rolled her eyes, “I'm a big girl. I can handle myself, Cloud.” She said with a scoff.

“I know, but Kyrie is bad news, Yuffie.” Cloud Pointed out, “Remember those Sea Devils we had to fight because of her?”

“Yeah, but she’s pretty cool when she’s not pretending to be an obnoxious Merc.” Yuffie replied with a shrug, “That and she’s around my age, and I’m going to need someone to hang out with if I’m going to be here a while.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63729646/chapters/163509958

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Hidden and forbidden - to reach for the incomprehensible

batb1991 fanfic for

@flufftober 2024 - day 13 - Attic, Cellar, Hidden room @fictober-event 2024 - day 13 - "that´s not the point"

Rating: G Words: 972

Belle knows she can't go to the West Wing. The Beast has made it clear, and she's not stubborn enough to risk another bout of his wrath. But he's never said anything about the East Tower.

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[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2023 Day 29 - Cavern

Suguru is tired. He is tired, and cold, and the curses he had to consume in the last week rest heavy in his stomach, making him sick enough that even the thought of food almost makes him throw up.

And adding to all of that, there’s a crater in his chest, right where his heart used to be; a crater formed by the absence of Satoru and Riko and one that Suguru doesn’t know how to fill, not with Satoru always away on solo missions and with Riko dead.

It feels as if he was swallowed whole by that huge hole and there is no way out for him. It’s deep enough that he doesn’t even see the light anymore and by now Suguru is tired enough to simply accept this darkness as his new normal.

Suguru barely has the energy to bring himself to get up for his newest mission, but he knows that Yaga will yell at him if he doesn’t and Suguru doesn’t know what he’s going to do if that happens.

Either burst into tears or kill him. Neither option seem desirable and so he does somehow make his way out of his room.

Only to run face first into Satoru.

“You look like shit,” is what Satoru greets him with. “And don’t tell me you’re just tired from the heat. I call bullshit on that.”

“What are you doing here?” Suguru breathes out because as far as he knows Satoru is supposed to be on his own mission right now.

“I’m here to pick you up,” Satoru shrugs. “We’re going together.”

“Yaga—”

“Can suck it. We’re going together,” Satoru insists and Suguru’s eyes burn.

“Are you sure about that?” he still asks, his sense of duty winning out because if they are going together that means the curses have more time to run rampage than if they went alone.

“Yes, I’m sure, Suguru.” Satoru tilts his head in question and looks at him over the rim of his glasses. “Do you want to go alone?”

“No,” Suguru immediately says, with a vehemence that even surprises himself and Satoru grins at him.

“Then it’s decided. We go together.”

“For this mission,” Suguru agrees and yelps when Satoru drapes himself over his shoulder.

They have spent so much time apart lately that he almost forgot how easily Satoru invades his privacy and he didn’t even realise how much he missed this close proximity.

“For every mission,” Satoru corrects him without missing a beat and something in Suguru unclenches at hearing that.

He knows he should protest, but he doesn’t actually want to, so he keeps his mouth shut and simply lets Satoru steer him on.

Missions with Satoru are easy and Suguru barely gets to do anything. The curse is dealt with quickly and without much input from Suguru and before he knows it he has the condensed curse in his hand, ready to swallow it up, his stomach already turning in anticipation of the foul taste that will assault him in a second.

And then Satoru exorcises the curse right out of his hand.

“What are you doing?” Suguru asks, a beat too late, but Satoru caught him off guard.

“You’re not eating that,” Satoru decides. “Not until I have seen you eat something real first.”

“I’m supposed to collect these curses,” Suguru weakly protests because Yaga and the higher-ups have been very insistent on that.

“Is that what the higher-ups want?” Satoru asks, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“They said I should expand my arsenal.” Suguru is aware of how hollow his voice sounds and he is sure that Satoru notices it as well.

And he doesn’t seem too happy about it.

“How many curses do you have now?” he wants to know and Suguru doesn’t even have to think about that one because Yaga asks him the same goddamn question after every mission.

“423.”

“And they want you to consume even more.” It’s not a question but Suguru still nods.

“They said we don’t know what’s coming and we want to have as many different curses in our possession as possible.”

“Did any of them ask how you feel about that?” Satoru demands to know but of course they both know the answer to that. “Fuck those higher-ups then” Satoru sneers when Suguru wisely stays quiet. “You’re not eating any more of these, not if I can help it. If you want one of these curses, then fine, otherwise, I’ll just exorcises all of them.”

“Satoru, you can’t just—”

“Have you seen yourself, lately?” Satoru interrupts him and he sounds angry, but Suguru can spot the worry underneath his sneer.

It warms something in Suguru and the hole gets a little bit smaller.

“I know I can’t quite beat you when it comes to looks—” Suguru trails off with a shrug, even though that is really not what Satoru means.

But he has missed this, missed joking around with Satoru, missed talking to him.

“That’s not even true, you’re fucking beautiful, always,” Satoru almost says offhandedly and Suguru briefly forgets how to breathe. “But you look like shit recently, if I’m being honest, and you’ve lost so much weight. And it’s because of them, right? Those stupid curses and how they taste?”

Suguru opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He has never told anyone just how vile they taste, didn’t want to get any pity for it or risk having to swallow them anyway because the other person just doesn’t care. But of course Satoru would look right through him.

“Yeah,” he breathes out and he clenches his hand, as if he was still holding the curse in it.

Satoru notices it and reaches out to take his hand in his own.

“No more of that. If the higher-ups want these curses, they can come eat them themselves.”

“And who is going to tell them that?” Suguru asks, clinging to Satoru’s hand.

“Me, who else. It’s not as if they can do anything to me, anyway. They like to pretend they can but if I decide I don’t want to go on any more missions, then there is nothing they can do. Same for you. I won’t let them force you to do their bidding anymore.”

“Satoru—”

“No. No! We’re the strongest because we are together and it’s time we get back to that. No more of this splitting up bullshit.”

“You’d still be the strongest even without me,” Suguru quietly reminds him, because it’s true.

Satoru will always surpass all of them and he is only growing stronger with every day.

“I won’t, because I don’t want to.” Satoru hesitates briefly before he goes on. “I don’t give a shit about them. It’s you and me, right?” There’s something searching in his gaze, something that reminds Suguru of the way he had looked at him when he retrieved Riko’s body.

It suddenly occurs to Suguru that he could probably break Satoru with just a few, well placed words—or maybe make him break the world, if Suguru so wished for it—and something wells up inside of him.

“You and me,” he agrees, the words coming out choked because he feels completely overwhelmed with the trust Satoru puts into him.

At hearing that Satoru’s look loses it’s intensity and he gives Suguru a grin. It feels so much like coming home to Suguru that he immediately relaxes.

“It’s just us,” he whispers and Satoru squeezes his hand.

“Just us,” he repeats and it sounds like a promise.

And it settles warm and comfortable around Suguru’s very essence.

~*~*~

Suguru feels cold. There is rage welling up inside of him, so potent that it turns him into ice, turns him brittle, and he knows that Satoru feels the same because he has gone stock still at this side.

And Satoru is never this still.

“What is this?” Suguru forces himself to ask and the non-sorcerer standing right behind them steps forward.

“What do you mean what? These two are responsible for the latest incidents, aren’t they?”

“No, they’re not,” Satoru answers and Suguru can feel a headache blooming behind his eyes.

The two girls in the cage are clearly terrified and they have just as clearly been beaten and Suguru is going to lose it, he just knows it.

“These two are crazy. They used their mysterious powers to attack the villagers!”

“We’ve already exterminated the cause of those incidents,” Satoru tells them but it doesn’t seem to do much.

“My granddaughter was nearly killed by these two, too!” The woman’s voice is high and clearly terrified and Suguru wants to shut her up very badly, especially when the girls in the cage flinch.

“That’s because she—” one of the girls still pipes up and Suguru has to admire her bravery but she is immediately interrupted.

“Shut up, you monsters! Your parents were just as bad. I knew we should have killed you two when you were babies!”

“Everyone, shall we step outside for a moment?” Suguru asks, a smile plastered to his face as he turns around and he honestly doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

There’s a coldness spreading through him, though he can feel the beginning of burning rage as well and he thinks he might just kill these two if they say another word.

The girls continue to look at all of them with terror in their eyes.

“Suguru,” Satoru suddenly says and reaches out for him, grasping his wrist in his hand. “Why don’t you take the girls outside and let me talk to these two?” he asks with a nod towards the grown-ups in the room and Suguru blinks at him.

“Satoru,” he starts, though he doesn’t even know how to finish that. He doesn’t know what he wants to do anymore.

“Just take them, they shouldn’t be in there any longer. I’ll be right behind you, I promise.”

Suguru trusts Satoru so he doesn’t doubt his words for a moment but there’s something strange to his tone.

“Take them,” Satoru encourages him again when he takes too long to answer and Suguru turns back towards the cage with a sigh, crouching down so the girls can see him better.

“Hey there,” he greets them, keeping his voice soft, even as the man and woman behind him start to yell.

He doesn’t pay them any mind, trusting Satoru to handle them for now.

“What’s your names?” Suguru wants to know and the girls share a look before the blond one speaks.

“That’s Mimiko and I’m Nanako,” she whispers and Suguru gives them his most reassuring smile.

This one at least, is real.

“I’m Suguru, and that guy over there is Satoru,” he points at Satoru who is still apparently listening to the grown-ups yelling. “Would you mind coming with me for now?” Suguru asks and Nanako immediately throws him a suspicious look.

“Are you going to kill us?” she asks, and it doesn’t seem she would be surprised if the answer was yes.

“No. We’re going to take you away from here, alright? We have a very good friend who is good at healing people, she’ll check you out. How does that sound?”

“Too good to be true,” Nanako hisses at him but Mimiko tugs on her shirt.

“Nanako, don’t,” she whispers and then they stick their heads together, furiously muttering to each other.

Suguru decides to give them a minute before he takes them out of the cage anyway but a few seconds later they turn back to him.

“Fine,” Nanako sniffs out. “But if you do kill us, we will haunt you.”

Suguru bites back a chuckle and nods instead, letting them know he received the threat loud and clear. He doesn’t waste any more time and opens the cage instead, holding out his hands for them. When the girls are holding on to him, he leads them outside, not sparing the non-sorcerers in the room another look.

Outside, he immediately crouches back down.

“How hurt are you?” he asks them, looking them carefully over.

He can’t spot any outwardly bleeding injuries, but they are both roughed up and one of Mimiko’s eyes is swollen shut.

“It’s alright,” Mimiko whispers, her voice much quieter than Nanako’s and Nanako scoffs.

“It’s not, Mimiko,” she insists and Suguru has to agree with her.

He’s just about to say so when he feels a rise of energy from inside the house and he whirls around.

“Domain expansion,” he whispers, because it’s the only thing it can be, but Satoru can’t do that yet and they were sure that they exorcised all the curses in this town.

Suguru can’t even detect any cursed energy.

“What the hell,” he whispers out and just as he’s about to run back into the house, a hand shoots out and stops him.

“Don’t leave us here alone,” Nanako begs him and Suguru immediately steps back to them.

He’ll have to trust Satoru that he can handle whatever is happening inside. He’ll have to trust him to call for help if he can’t.

He’ll just have to trust Satoru.

It’s easier said than done because Suguru is worried sick that Satoru is going to get hurt while he’s out here playing babysitter but not even two minutes later, Satoru comes out of the house, hands in his pockets and a shit-eating grin on his face. Suguru is not sure he has ever seen that particular edge to his smile though.

“Satoru, what happened?” Suguru immediately asks and he flutters his hands over his body as soon as he’s in reach. “I felt your domain expansion. What’s going on?”

“Oh, there was this real pesky little curse,” Satoru says and grins down at the girls. “And even though I’m really good at what I do, I couldn’t maintain a proper domain. I’m really sorry but those two back in there? I accidentally killed them.”

“Satoru, what—”

“Oh, don’t ‘what’ me,” Satoru says and leans in close so that the girls can’t overhear them. “You were going to kill them, too, don’t even try to deny it, I saw it in your eyes. And rightfully so, if you ask me. But like this we have the advantage of reasonable doubt. The higher-ups will be too happy that I finally got to do a domain, no matter how unstable it was, and the unfortunate death of these two will just be waved away. It’s the best outcome.” Satoru searches Suguru’s face. “Don’t tell me you’re upset over their death.”

He seems unsure all of a sudden and Suguru can’t have that.

Satoru is right; he would probably have killed them himself if they followed him outside and then he’d have to suffer the consequences. But like this, the higher-ups can’t say anything.

And it’s all thanks to Satoru.

Instead of putting all of that into words, Suguru moves forward and captures Satoru’s lips in a kiss.

“Thank you,” he breathes out when they part but it seems as if Satoru isn’t quite done yet, because he pulls him back in.

“Gross,” Nanako says after a while and Suguru can feel the blush on his face when he and Satoru finally part.

“Not in front of the kids. Not like that,” Suguru gets out, his voice rough, and Satoru laughs before he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Ah, they’ll just have to get used to that. We’ll do that a lot, so they’ll have to see that a lot,” he says and then sticks his tongue out at Nanako who immediately matches Satoru.

“They’ll see that a lot?” Suguru asks and startles when a small hand fits itself into his.

It’s Mimiko and Suguru immediately gives her a reassuring smile.

“They are ours now, aren’t they?” Satoru asks, a cheeky little grin on his face and Suguru loves him so much it steals his breath away. “Or do you want the higher-ups to deal with them?”

“Fuck no,” Suguru decides and bends down to pick Mimiko up. “They won’t get their hands on them, not if we can help it.”

“And help it, we can,” Satoru grins and picks up a seemingly unwilling Nanako but after a moment she relaxes in his hold. “You’re safe with us now.”

“Something like that will never happen to you again,” Suguru tells them and adjusts Mimiko in his arm so he can reach out for Satoru’s hand.

“Promise?” Mimiko mutters, resting her head on Suguru’s shoulder.

Suguru looks at Satoru and he sees the same determination in his eyes as he feels and when Satoru squeezes his hand in reassurance Suguru smiles at him.

“Promise,” he simply gives back and then watches how Satoru gently bonks his head against Nanako’s.

“As long as you have us, nothing will happen to you. And we’re the strongest, so you’re stuck with us for quite a while,” he tells them as well and Nanako and Mimiko finally relax.

“I love you,” Suguru mouths at Satoru who immediately sucks in a scandalised breath and puts a hand over Nanako’s ear.

“Not in front of the kids, Suguru,” he gasps out and Suguru has to swallow back a laugh when Nanako rolls her eyes.

“You’re so weird,” she mutters and Suguru can’t even deny it, but it’s not as if it matters.

“Ah, they’ll just have to get used to that. We’ll do say that a lot, so they’ll have to hear it a lot,” Suguru repeats Satoru’s earlier words and a warmth blooms in his chest when he spots the faint blush on his face.

Trust Satoru to appear completely unaffected by a filthy kiss but blush like a maiden at a love confession.

“You truly are so weird,” Suguru says, his voice incredibly fond and Satoru pouts at him.

“You’re so mean to me, Suguru, you’re not supposed to side with the kids. You’re supposed to side with me.”

“I will always side with you,” Suguru reassures him and the smile he loves so much is immediately back on Satoru’s face.

“Then everything is right in the world.”

He says it with such conviction that Suguru simply has to believe him. The world is shit, and the higher-ups will make their lives hell, and the curses will continue to run rampage but as long as Satoru and Suguru are together, everything is indeed right in the world.

And that is all Suguru needs to finally have that cavern in his chest close up completely.

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The Hidden Realm

Chapter 3: Prisoner

Summary: Lindir has been taken to the Fae Realm. Can Elrond get him back?

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