#nanako fanfic

[mitsuristoleme]

cw: poly!satosugu x gn!reader, implied sorcerer!reader, just fluff, the kids and satoru don’t want reader to leave, megumi calls reader mom once, absolutely no proofreading

part 2 here

a/n: i wrote this at midnight so it might be shit but oh well

“Don’t go pleaaaaaseeeee” the children clinging on your leg begged. Well, 3 children and one of the 6 foot tall menaces you called your boyfriend. Gojo Satoru was no less than a child at moments you were leaving the house.

Suguru stood next to Megumi, both of them staring at the scene in front of them with equal parts disgust and amusement.

Gently bending down to unlatch Nanako, Mimiko and Tsumiki from your legs, you kissed their foreheads. “I promise ill be back before you guys know it. Its just a small little mission.”

Tsumiki nodded sadly, heading over to Suguru and slumping into him. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on her head.

Nanako peered at you through her blonde bangs, glancing unsurely at Satoru, before turning to you to ask, “You’ll be back in time for our girls day out, right?”

“Oh honey, of course I will!!”

Nanako and Mimiko shared a look before they dashed off yelling something about choosing cute outfits. You looked at them with a fond smile, before turning to the menace still firmly holding onto your leg.

“Satoru. Stop being a drama queen,” you chided.

He shook his head petulantly, looking so adorable with his hair still rumpled, you had to fight the urge to call Yaga and tell him you weren’t going on the mission. “Not being a drama queen,” he insisted, “jus’ wanna cuddle wi’ you.”

Heaving a sigh, Suguru decided to step in. “Alright, Satoru love, come on lets get you back to bed hmm?” He gently pried him off his leg, scooping his boyfriend into his arms bridal style. Satoru melted against him, already falling asleep. “Mhmm,” he mumbled into Suguru’s shoulder.

You smiled softly at both your loves. Pressing a kiss to Satoru’s cheek, you kissed Suguru and grabbed your bag. “Alright Sugu, I’ll be back soon. See ya soon Megs.” You waved goodbye to Megumi, not expecting much of a response from the boy.

“Bye mom,” he said sleepily, heading back towards his room.

“Later, sweetheart,” Suguru said with a yawn.

“Go to sleep,” you chuckled, “I’ll be back before you guys are awake.”

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[linkspooky]

Thank you for @oakyvii for the cover of my fanfic Exponential Growth. A fic where Mimiko and Nanako encounter Junpei and he eventually becomes a member of Geto's Family.

[fushic0re]

𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢 𝘅 𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. smut; penetrative sex, quickie, dirty talk. 

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

YOU DO YOUR BEST TO silence your giggles as you adjust the red velvet hat with white fur trim on Suguru’s head. 

With how exhilarated Nanako and Mimiko were for Santa’s arrival, it was not out of the realm of possibilities that they would come toddling out of their room and scope out the scene at any given moment—you both had to work quickly. It was the twins’ first ever Christmas at the tender age of five years old. That fact deeply saddened you and Suguru, unable to forgive the monsters in that village who harmed them so heartlessly. 

But it was not too late. They were still young with full fledged childhoods in front of them; childhoods that you and Suguru would do your damnest to fill with joy, laughter, love, and…fake Santa until they were too old for him. 

“Oh come on, Mrs. Claus. Just one little kiss.” Suguru purrs, his large hands slowly pulling your panties to the side as he kisses your neck. 

“I cannot take you seriously with this whole get up on. You look ridiculo–”

Your words were cut off by the tip of his member breaching your entrance, slowly sliding in as his girth stretched your walls deliciously. A sharp gasp escapes from your lips before you hurriedly cover your mouth with your hands. Your fiance chuckles deeply in your ear, punctuating his sentence with a low grunt as he sheaths himself in you to the hilt. 

“Please don’t argue with me like you aren’t always wet for me.” Suguru teases, stilling for a moment before slowly pumping his hips. 

You do not even have the effort to retort, only turning your head over your shoulder to smash your lips against his in an effort to keep yourself quiet. The kiss is heated and sloppy at best, a stark contrast to Suguru’s usual languid and sensuous kisses. Neither of you cared. If there was one thing you learned about becoming unexpected parents to twin girls, it was that if the opportunity presented itself…you needed to take it. Your lips are glued together as Suguru’s hips thrust with precision and control, maintaining slow and deep strokes that leave you gripping the edge of the couch so tight your knuckles turn white. The two of you are in your own little world before a loud gasp causes both of your heads to snap away from each other. 

“Mama! What are you doing?!” Nanako shrieks, stomping her tiny feet on the floor. 

For once in your life, you are speechless. Your mouth hangs agape as you hastily pull your pajama bottoms back up. Nothing but stutters leave your mouth, but luckily, Suguru is already in character like he was born to be Santa Claus. At lightning speed, he is situated himself in the full white beard…and pulled his pants up.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! You little ones weren’t supposed to see Santa, you should be in bed!” Suguru joyfully speaks in a typical Santa-like fashion. “You must be Nanako and Mimiko!”

If you were not so stunned, you would have a hard time trying not to laugh. 

Mimiko smiles shyly, taking her sister’s hand and hiding behind her slightly. 

“Yea…” She says cutely, watching the man she thought was Santa with wide awestruck eyes. 

Nanako is not as impressed. Her doe eyes narrow into slits.

“Why were you kissing our mama, Santa Claus? She’s married, ya know? Our daddy will beat you up.” 

Suguru snorts quietly from behind you, clearly amused by the older twin’s antics. Nanako was always the more outspoken between the two of them. At least he knew his little girl was a ride or die. 

“Santa was just making sure that your mother was feeling the Christmas spirit!” 

You sigh deeply, hitting your head against the couch repeatedly. Could he have come up with a better answer? With another exasperated sigh, you sit up and stand up from the couch, kneeling in front of your sleepy girls. 

“Aren’t you girls excited? Santa came to our house after all.” You say softly, cupping their cheeks. 

Mimiko immediately nuzzles her face against your palm. Nananko places her hand on your wrist, glaring at the imposter Santa over your shoulder. 

“...our presents better be good.”

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[getos-widow]

All the things that could have been - Geto Suguru x Reader

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings: angst, like heavy angst, death, violence, no happy ending

a/n: Seriously, I needed a cigarette after this one. 

If that treacherous heart residing within your chest were to thump even for a beat faster it would have exploded in your chest. It echoed in your ears as if your body was a hollow trunk filled only with a heart that pumped blood solely for a purpose of loving Geto Suguru. Everything else ached - your limbs were sore and bloody from the battles that you just finished, your chest burned like the whole hell was stuck in there, and your eyes strained from the sheer amount of tears they shed. You heard an explosion coming from the Jujutsu High’s ground and you picked up your pace. A memory flooded your mind, as clear as if it was unfolding right in front of you.

 Young Geto Suguru stood under the old wisteria tree lost in his thoughts. Dressed in a traditional five-piece wedding kimono with the Geto family crest embroidered in it he watched the purple bloom with a small smile on his face. He looked so ethereal under the delicate dance of light and shadow that the gentle breeze created while toying with the cascades of fragrant flowers. You held back your tears or joy because you didn’t want to ruin the intricate makeup on your face. The sound of your sandals brought him back from whatever place he was in and he turned to face you. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened at the sight before him - the sight of you in your uro-uchikake, a brightly colored robe intricately embroidered in gold and silver threads.  

 “You look so beautiful, my love”, he walked towards you with a comforting smile on his handsome face and your heart skipped a beat.

 As he leaned down to kiss your forehead he heard something rustle behind you and soon after two tiny faces emerged from under your kimono tail.

 “Otosan, we want a kiss too!" Mimiko and Nanako cried in unison.

 Geto laughed loudly before picking them up.

 Please, God, let him be alive.

 The stench of curses and blood enveloped your senses and you almost threw up as you reached the gates of the place you once considered home. Everything came to a halt as you stopped and concentrated on his cursed energy. It was weak, but it was still present. Oh God, it was still present. 

 Once again you started running towards the place where you knew he would be, almost tripping over pieces of wall and broken wood structure.

 "Suguru!" you screamed as you saw his wobbling form walking down the shadowy alley.

 His head snapped in your direction.

 “What are you doing here? I told you to retreat if things go south!" He tried to sound stern but it came out as a raspy breath.

 “What have they done to you, my love?" You ran to him with shameless tears pouring down your cheeks.

 You inspected a gaping wound on a place where his right hand once was and winced at the sight.

 “It is alright, darling. I’m okay”, his tone softened as he looked at your face and slumped against the wall.

 “We need to get you to our hideout. I need to start working on you before you lose too much blood”, you wiped your eyes but the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring.

 “I’m not coming this time”, he smiled softly and cupped your face with his remaining hand.

 “What are you talking about Suguru? Of course you are coming. I’m not going to let you leave me again. I can’t live without you”, you sobbed at his touch.

 “You will be alright. You are such a strong woman, my love. I have always admired your strength and resilience”, his thumb circled on your cheek wiping away tears and dirt.

 “I don’t want to be strong Suguru. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you”, you snapped your head away from his touch and started pouring your cursed energy into his wound in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of it.

 He didn’t say a word. He just smiled that damned smile of his and closed his eyes sighing contently.

 “I will heal you and we will go away from this place and these stupid sorcerers. We will start a new life in Europe. Imagine darling: just you and I roaming through all of Europe, kissing in Paris, making love in Berlin, renewing our wedding vows in Florence. We will get to admire art and nature and life. We won’t care what happens to sorcerers or monkeys or anyone for that matter. I love you”, you babbled while healing his shoulder.

 “Darling, Satoru is here”, his voice barely a whisper.

 You froze, your hands falling to your side.

 It’s over now.

 Geto Suguru was not an easy man to love. In fact, to everyone else, he was a monster, a wretched excuse of a human being, but to you, he was just Suguru - a man who placed soft kisses on your head almost every night for nearly ten years, a man who danced with you to the sound of various foreign music you loved so much, a man with whom you parented two adopted girls, a man who killed men just because they looked at you the wrong way, a man who never ceased to tell you how much he loved you. Yet, he was also a man from whose clothes you washed off the blood of countless innocent people, a man who believed he was better just because he was born a sorcerer, a man who wanted to destroy the world as you knew it and build a new one according to his twisted fantasies. You stopped trying to change him a long time ago and started loving him for a duality that he carried around.

 Embracing the inevitable, you simply sat on Suguru’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His strong arm encircled your waist bringing him closer to you as he talked to Satoru. You paid them no attention as you inhaled Suguru’s scent, for what you knew would be the last time, as you listened to his steady heartbeat. He smelled like that perfume you gifted him with. You smiled finally coming to peace with your destiny. That didn’t stop you from imagining the life you could have lived with the love of your life.

 In Naples, Italy, you sat on the floor of a small terrace in a white silk dress while cutting strawberries for a cheesecake with a large kitchen knife. Strawberry juice splashed all over the pretty dress, but you didn't care. Then Suguru appeared next to you and took your juice-covered hand. He slowly put a finger in his mouth and sucked the juice, looking at you with lust-glazed eyes. The knife fell into your lap, destroying the sensitive material forever. He smiled saying that he would buy you a new one.

Somewhere in Provence, France, you took off your sandals and walked into the house with a bouquet of lavender in one hand, and groceries in the other. You call out Suguru’s name with worry written all over your face after the scent of lavender was overpowered by the smell of something burning. He poked his head out of the kitchen with a guilty smile on his face and an almost charred chicken in his hands. He said that he wanted to surprise you with lunch, but that he didn't quite succeed.

In Switzerland, in Morcote, you argue about who will go outside to get wood for the fireplace, knowing full well that both of you hate snow. Maybe it's not because of the snow, but because of the fact that neither of you wanted to look away from Lake Lugano, whose water was being swirled and thrown in all directions by the snowstorm.

There was no death, no sorrow in any of those lives. There was only you, Geto Suguru, and eternal happiness - the one that you never get bored of, the one that fills you up again and again, the one that contradicts human nature.

 Suguru’s grip on your waist tightened before he whispered in your ear,

 “I love you and I will love you for all of the eternity”

 Those were the last words you heard before Satoru grabbed you and threw you down the alley. Everything went black as you fell into numbing unconsciousness.

 -

 Satoru walked towards your lying form after he did the most difficult task of his life. As he neared you he felt something extraordinary - your cursed energy was mixing with a new one that he had never felt before. It was the most perfect mix of yours and Suguru’s. He sighed heavily as he placed his hand on your belly. Tears filled Gojo Satoru’s eyes as he, as well, thought of lives that were never going to be lived.

 “One day we will meet, little one”, he got up and walked away, the saddest smile engraved on his face.

[nanakoblaze]

Based on a fanfic where the kings landed on an alternate future world where Gira was gone for saving the world.

And there’s a little princess who was raised in the bugnarak kingdom by her father, still hoping that Gira is still alive somewhere even though he probably never knew about her existence

[noname-nonartist]

Just some drawings of a couple of my fav jjk ships in some casual clothing. •3•;

The scar on Mai’s face is due to this fic.

Bonus drawings of ships that is heavy based on this AU fic series down below if you’re interested:

The drawing with Nanami and Michikatsu (an OC of the AU) will be like the only spiciest thing that I’ll ever draw. Ever. Since I’m not really a smut person like that. =3=;

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Chapter 9 of Love is in the hands

Thanks again to @bearhaviour for inspiring 50% of the nastiness of this chapter and to @fah-keet for always encouraging me to take artistic decisions that will lead me to hell.

Summary

After getting kicked out of his home for being queer, Suguru comes across his childhood sweetheart in a strange gay bar that is owned by his new “family”: a bunch of queer social rejects who were taken in by Yuki, an eccentric matriarch. He finds a new home (and his lost love) there.

Glimpse

“I don’t think I ever made someone cum that hard and that says a lot for coming from an ex professional piece of ass as myself. Are you okay?” Satoru asks.

“Still a bit overwhelmed. I’m sorry,” Suguru says, feeling gross over the mix of cum and sweat covering his body. 

“It’s okay. I think I should be the one apologizing,” Satoru says with a laugh. Gently, he rubs a warm, humid towel over his partner’s bare abdomen to get rid of any trace of their previous activities.

“You were great. I just-yeah. You were great. Too great even. My skirt- Shoot.” Suguru covers his forehead with his hands and shakes his head. Suddenly his voice is tangled up again and his cheeks are wet, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me,” he sniffles. 

“Did my dick break my boyfriend? Did these people even pay me what I was worth?” Satoru asks himself aloud. But his attempt at humor is fruitless. Suguru can’t stop sobbing.

“Suguru,” Satoru discards the towel and pulls him in a tight embrace.”What’s wrong? Is it because of your parents?” he asks against his hair while gently petting it. 

“I’m fine. I just need a few minutes,” Suguru reassures in ragged breaths. What an embarrassing day for him. 

“Do you think tea would help calm you down?” Satoru asks. “Lavender maybe?” he suggests. His voice is so kind, so loving and his gaze so tender that the tears threaten to flow again.

“Maybe,” Suguru says.

Satoru collects his cum stained t-shirt and shorts from the floor and slips into them. Hopefully, he won’t meet anyone on his way. “Just give me two minutes. Okay? I’ll go fetch you some. Cuddle with my Kuromi while I’m gone. She smells just like me.” He leans down for a quick forehead kiss and walks out urgently. 

Indeed, Kuromi proves herself to be a great placeholder while Satoru is gone. Suguru fights against the cold by holding on tight to her, cradling her head like a human child. A few minutes later, Satoru comes back with his favorite mug, the one not even Suguru is allowed to touch, in normal circumstances at least. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks as he hands it to Suguru and sits on the edge of the bed..

“Yes. I-That pounding was for the books. Are you mad at me or something?” Suguru jokes. The mug is warm against his palms.

“I just got carried away,” Satoru laughs shyly. 

“Well, you might be a brute but you sure are great at aftercare. Thank you, Satoru,” Suguru says with a smile. The tears are gone.

“It’s the least I could do after making you cry. You were hot though. Super hot,” Satoru comments shamelessly.

His partner can’t help but chuckle. “I heard you the first time. You’re a sadist,” he says. 

“Can’t help it.” Satoru shrugs. “I’m not really normal about you,” he admits. “Besides, you’re not especially kind to my body either.”

“Can you remove your t-shirt and turn around for me?” Suguru asks as he places the mug on the bedside table and scrawls closer to examine Satoru’s back. He traces the red stripes with the tip of his fingers, earning a slight shudder from Satoru. “Does it hurt?”

Satoru turns his head to look at him. “Nah. It’s fine. I deserved it anyways,” he reassures. “You better trim those nails though. An accident could happen.”

“Do it for me later?” Suguru asks.

“Sure.” Satoru says.

The raven scoots even closer to him, pressing his chest against his back. “I love you, Satoru. With all my heart.” he whispers against Satoru’s shoulder, nuzzling him closely.

“Why so sentimental suddenly? Are you going to cry again?” Satoru taunts.

“I'm still dick drunk. Don’t mind me,” Suguru says. “Wait,” he perks up. “ Maybe I really am a cock slut.”.

Satoru claps his hands proudly. “Congratulations, you just unlocked the skill of self awareness,” he jokes.

‘Stop teasing,” Suguru giggles, more at the memories awakened by the clapping sounds than anything else. He rubs his cheek against Satoru’s freshly shaved undercut and leaves a little kiss just underneath. “ Hey Satoru,” he calls softly. “Do you think I should try something new with my hair?”

[thinkofmehoney]

“The city of my heart”

Chapter 2

<- previous chapter

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

Chapter summary: On the first school day for Mimiko and Nanako, Suguru's joy is clouded by his unresolved tension with Satoru. So then, after some advice from his friend Shoko, Suguru decided to confront Satoru, leading to a charged conversation about their past.

(Click for the Ao3 version!)

Warnings: none

content: Non-sorcerer AU, single dad Satoru x single dad Suguru

notes: I forgot to mention that Satoru comes from a wealthy family, but it’s kind of implied so

The first day of school of Mimiko and Nanako was finally over, the girls had fun with their new classmates and liked the way the school was so big and had beautiful green areas, they loved their new school and Suguru was more than happy about it. But he just couldn’t get what happened earlier out of his mind, his past just kept haunting him mercilessly.

The girls sat down on the couch and he covered them with a blanket, they wanted to watch a new movie with their dad and eat popcorn, they loved having movie nights in family. But Geto needed to make a phone call before he could sit still for an hour to watch a movie.

"Okay girls," He handed over the bowl of freshly made pop corn to Nanako "While you watch the movie I have to make a quick phone call and then I'll join you." The twins immediately protested.

"But you will miss the beginning! That's the important part! or you won’t understand the movie!" Nanako fussed.

"Then we can put it again later or you can tell me what happened." He smiled and headed to the kitchen "I'll be right back, tell me if you need anything!"

The kitchen was far enough from the living room for his conversation to not be heard. He sat on the window frame with a cigarette between his lips, trembling breath sucking in the smoke while he searched for the contact on his phone.

"I guess I was expecting for this call-" The voice said on the other line with a playful tone.

"Shoko why the fuck didn't you tell me that Satoru was going to be at my daughters' school? Or why didn't you tell me that he also has a daughter!" He yelled quietly, trying to not raise his voice but he felt so frustrated he just wanted to scream from the top of his lungs.

"Well he has two kids actually, the other one is a boy." The girl paused for a second, she was smoking too, Suguru was simply speechless. "I was just doing what you asked me to, every time I tried to tell you something about Gojo you always told me you didn't want to know." He couldn't blame her really, because it was true, he didn't want to know about what was going on in Satoru's life, it would have make it harder for him to forget about Satoru and move on.

Well, it didn't really mattered anymore, he couldn't escape him.

"I don't know what to do, I guess sooner or later we'll have to interact." His voice sounded too worried, but Shoko didn’t thought it would be something that complicated really. He took his cigarette out of his mouth, then two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay but, would it be the end of the world if you two just talk?"

"Yes." He said dryly and Shoko rolled her eyes.

"It would be the end of the world for your ego." She exhaled the smoke. "And your pride."

"It's not ego! It's just-" A frustrated sigh came out of his lips. "You know it's difficult Shoko... we had a fight and it's been like that ever since. I bet he doesn’t even want to see me anyway." Shoko was the one that sighed now.

"Suguru, listen, you can't just let your past dictate your life! You still care about Gojo and I think this is the perfect chance to regain the friendship you two had." He hates to admit it, but Shoko was right. "So maybe, the next time you see him you should reach out and apologize-"

"Huh? He should be the one apologizing to me." She rolled her eyes, her friend still behaved like a teenager.

"Well, I think you both should apologize to each other, don't pretend you’re a saint." Shoko held the phone between her face and her shoulder, opening the car door to go back home from the hospital. "You can't control his actions, but you can take responsibility for yours, and if you ask me, you said pretty hurtful things to him too, so you can start there." A silence followed by a resigned snort was all the answer she needed to hear.

"I guess I'll think about it." She smiled victoriously.

"Good, now if you excuse me, my shift is over and I have to get home to my beautiful girlfriend." He laughed endearingly, at least she could keep her high school sweetheart.

"Alright, thank you Shoko, tell Utahime I said hi."

𓈒 ݁ ₊

It's been days since Satoru saw him and, weirdly enough, they haven't crossed paths when dropping their kids at school yet, which had Satoru at the edge of the seat, because the possibility of running into him was really high, it could happen any time and to be honest, he wouldn't know how to react.

Satoru got out of his car and walked to the school entrance, Tsumiki told him that she needed help to bring some cardboard crafts to the car. The bell would rang soon so the kids were gathering their stuff and would come outside at any minute, any second... why was it taking so long-

"Yo, Satoru."

That voice... How long has he waited to hear that voice again? It sounded so familiar, so soft, like if he had never stopped hearing it.

The kids didn't arrive in time to save him. Satoru felt the cold sweat in the back of his neck, that voice had such an impact on him, and it wasn't for less, it was his voice. Still breathless, he turned around to face him, the ghost of his past that still haunted him after so many years, was right behind him.

"Suguru... hi." Indeed, Satoru looked like he just saw a ghost.

The words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of unresolved tension. Satoru hesitated, his mind racing with the memories of their past argument and the hurtful words they exchanged.

Suguru doubted his decision for a moment, maybe this was too impulsive, but it was too late to take a step back now. They were silent, Suguru just looked around trying to think what to do next, thankfully Satoru was too shocked now to feel nervous.

"Book day is coming, did you know?" Suguru is thanking his daughters on his mind, since all they talked about was the preparations for Book day at school.

Satoru came out of his trance, well... kinda, the shock was too much that he just went numb, he could hold the conversation now, but when he gets home he's planning to stare at the ceiling for a long time while thinking about this.

"Yeah, my daughter is pretty excited about it." Oh? his daughter was also obsessed with book day... Suguru didn’t expect to get sentimental about it.

"Oh, really?" A subtle but nostalgic smile decorated his lips, "That's really sweet, do you have her costume yet?"

Slowly, Satoru was feeling at ease. This was Suguru after all, his best friend who he could talk to about anything, this small talk felt just natural, "She won't be on the play, she's making the decorations and scenography, but my son will be that blueish smiling cat, what about you?"

"Same thing, one will be on the play and the other will be the narrator. I'll go buy her costume next Tuesday near here."

A silence fell on them, and they just stood there, looking at the school front doors waiting for the kids to come out, it was the calm before the storm.

Suguru continued to talk, hands in his pocked followed by a sigh "We need to talk, don't you think?"

Satoru tensed at his words, a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face "Talk? About what?"

Their eyes found each other, filled with longing, yearning, and even remorse dyed with stubbornness, "About everything, about us."

Satoru's gaze slipped away from him, they were so close and yet so far, "Now?"

"Well, we can't keep running from this... it's been too long already." A whole decade, it's been a whole decade and Satoru dares to ask him if they needed to talk right now.

Satoru crossed his arms and looked down, trying to hide how hurt he still was. This topic still felt like a fresh wound for both of them. Suguru was the first to talk.

"I don't think we should let this tension exist between us Satoru, because it's a fact that we will see each other almost everyday here, and-" Suguru felt a knot tightening his throat, it was difficult talking about them, and even more if he was talking directly to him. "and also because we used to be so close until-"

"Until we weren't," Satoru finished, bitterness creeping into his voice. "You left, Suguru. You simply ran away from everything, from me..."

His words felt like daggers... It wasn't like that...

His heart ached, it's been aching for a while, "I'm sorry for that, okay? But you have to understand that it wasn't about you, I needed to do it for me, for my own struggles..."

Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your struggles? What struggles, Suguru? You could just figure out your things without leaving, it wasn't that much of a deal." He spitted, and Suguru felt like he was downplaying his pain.

Suguru hesitated, his words sting like blood and lemon, but his voice remained calmed nonetheless "Life hasn't been easy for me, Satoru. I had to figure things out on my own. I didn't have the privileges you did."

Satoru's anger flared. "Privileges? Yes, I may had privileges like money and shit, but you think I had it easy? On top of that you left me alone, you abandoned our friendship, you didn't want to share your struggles with me."

Suguru's jaw tightened. "It's not that simple, Satoru. I needed space, I needed to get out of that damn city."

Satoru scoffed "That's what you always do, huh? Running away from your problems instead of facing them?"

The tension escalated, each word cutting deeper. Suguru's resolve wavered, and he took a step back, Satoru's eyes softened at this, guilt starting to overflow his irises and features.

"Listen Satoru, I didn't come here to fight with you. I did run, yes, but I'm here now, and i'm trying to make things right this time." His voice was now gentle, sincere and harmless. And Satoru feels like a complete asshole.

Satoru sighed, his fingers pressing the bridge of his nose "This is just... too much for me right now, I... I need to think about this."

Suguru saw his two girls walking through the hallway, getting closer to the front doors of the school. Breathing in and out, he was ready to finish their conversation for today, he didn't want his daughters to see him so distressed.

Once again, their eyes found each other, something so new but so familiar they could draw the patterns of their irises from memory, "When you feel ready to talk about this... Reach out to me, let's not waste this second chance we have."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Suguru looked to the hallway with the sweetest smile, a distinct contrast from just instants ago. He greeted his daughters with a tight hug and Satoru's heart melted, who would've thought he could get to see this in his lifetime?

It tasted bittersweet to Satoru, he lost so many years, so many important things on Suguru's life, but at least he was lucky enough to see with his own eyes how his life changed for the better in the end, he was certainly happier than the last time he saw him, and with two beautiful girls that resembled him so much…

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Satoru and his kids were already back home. Their house was peacefully quiet, Tsumiki was watching a movie in the living room while Megumi was doing god knows what in his room. It was moments like this where he could somewhat relax and find the peace he didn't have during the day. So he grabbed some ice cream from the freezer and laid down on the woven sofa outside the big window where you could see the garden, he needed some peace to find clarity about the situation.

Satoru often thought on how meeting Suguru during high school marked a significant turning point in his life.

Before Suguru came into the picture, Satoru was, by his own admission, a bit of a brat. The privileges that came with being part of the affluent Gojo family had perhaps made him a bit entitled. It wasn't until Suguru entered his life that Satoru began to experience a shift in perspective.

Suguru had a unique way of humbling Satoru, and it wasn't always through words. The first punch he received after being repeatedly disrespectful towards their teachers was a wake-up call. It was a physical reminder that not everyone would tolerate his prepotence. That punch grounded him, making him realize that he wasn't just Satoru Gojo from the prestigious Gojo family; he was simply Satoru, a spirited kid with white hair, a sweet tooth, and a newfound appreciation for humility. Suguru, in his own way, became the catalyst for Satoru's journey towards self-discovery and personal growth.

Suguru was such a significant person in his life, and he missed him so, so much.

He missed when Suguru rode his bike and he sat behind because he didn't know how to do it, or when they stayed up all night playing video games and talking about their lives or gossiping, he even misses when Suguru scolded him for being arrogant.

It was so clear to him, he wanted Suguru back, he wants to reclaim their friendship and get to know the man he has become over the years. But there was one thing stopping him, and it was the fears that flooded his mind.

What if he leaves again?

He was lucky to have his kids, they made him stronger by having someone who depended on him, because if he was on his own, he wouldn't know what to do if he's left alone again after letting Suguru back into his life.

Suguru leaving him again sounded awful, but then he thought: Suguru was already out of his life for the past decade, if they started talking again and then he left, he just would be where he is right now. Yes, it would leave him feeling like shit, but he was stronger than he was twelve years ago, he could get through it.

From this perspective, he had nothing to lose, he missed his one and only best friend and they deserved another chance. If he leaves him, too bad, he would have to just grow a pair and get over it. But if he stayed, then he wanted to see where it would take them.

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"Tsumiki, do you have dad's credit card information?" Megumi asked Tsumiki with his phone on his hands, ready to put Satoru's card numbers on some app.

His older sister answered him while she watched Twilight on the living room TV, "No, I forgot to take a picture, but why don't you ask him for his wallet?" Still looking at the TV, she pointed to the big sliding glass door, on the other side Satoru was sitting on their woven chairs.

Megumi squinted his eyes, "Is he reading?" Tsumiki now turned to look at him now that the movie just ended.

She shook her head, denying, "He's been staring at the wall since the movie started." Her brother looked surprised.

"What? What if he died or something? Maybe he had a heart attack from all the sugar..."

They both looked at each other worried, immediately walking towards him and making him jump when the sliding door hit its ending. Both of the kids sighed in relief.

"You guys scared me! I almost had a heart attack!" They tensed up at the joke, and Satoru was still worried, "What happened Tsumi? Why did you slide the door open like that?"

"We thought you were dead!" She answered just as panicked as her dad.

"What?!"

Megumi added "Yeah we thought you had a heart attack because of all the sugar you eat."

"Oh, no no!" Satoru opened his arms, and his babies got closer to receive his hug. "I don't have health issues, kids. Nothing's gonna happen to me." He chuckled at the end of the sentence now that he calmed down, "I was just thinking about something, that's why I didn't move I guess."

Now that they knew that Satoru was alive, they could relax. Their dad smiled at them and asked "Are you guys hungry? because I am." Megumi nodded.

"About that... Can I borrow your wallet? I wanted to order carbonara for dinner." Satoru's eyes widened.

"Carbonara? Wow I raised some bougie kids, huh? When I was your age I would just order a KFC bucket or a burger." Satoru's stomach growled, now that Megumi mentioned carbonara, it didn't sound bad at all. He grabbed his wallet and gave it to him. "Well, if you insist."

The boy grabbed it and started typing the info, and ended up ordering ¥9400 worth of food and drinks. Satoru choked when he heard the amount. "You kids will end up spending my family's generational wealth if I keep giving you my card, you are lucky I don't like them that much."

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[A Family of Villains] - Sashisu Defect AU

[SEPTEMBER 2007 - ⬛⬛ PREFECTURE ⬛⬛CITY, FORMERLY ⬛VILLAGE]

“It’s fine, Suguru. We can still fix this.” Gojo says confidently as he wipes a speck of blood from Geto’s face with all the gentleness of a sledgehammer.

Geto looks up at him, eyes hollow. “How?”

“I have no idea.” Gojo grins brightly. “But I’m sure Sho knows.”

[Narrator: And Shoko, in fact, does NOT know how to fix this. Shoko can fix a lot of things. But omniscient, she is not.]

Miles and miles away, Ieiri Shoko is tucked cozily in her bed, peacefully snoozing and blissfully oblivious to the twist of fate speeding her way. Poor little Sho has no idea that soon - so very soon - she will become one of the most wanted curse users at the ripe old age of 18. Forced on the run with not one but TWO boyfriends, plus four traumatized school-age children. Such is life.

But for now, Shoko sleeps on, the ghost of a smile on her lips. The night is quiet save for the whisper of the wind. In a few short hours, the dawn will break - and with it, the life she has always known.

This is the story about what would’ve happened if Gojo had found Geto immediately after that village incident, if they had come to Shoko, and if the three of them had defected together. Follow their wacky villain origin story here on AO3.

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Megumi nods again. They turn to Tsumiki and sign, “I’ll let you two talk alone.” Tsumiki’s eyes widen. ���Wait—” Megumi bows their head towards Hana, waves goodbye to Tsumiki, and then slips away before she can argue. She’ll probably thank them later, and Megumi isn’t particularly interested in small talk with someone they’ve never met before anyway. It’s a win-win.

or: tsumiki's siblings just want the best for her, really

✨ 2.5k words || tsumiki x hana ✨ for day 4 of jjk sapphic week: college/university au

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So so random but could you write a quick one shot of a Suguru’s day out with his 3 children — Nanako, Mimiko, and Gojo 🤭 Just imagining the dynamic sounds so funny

Sure! That sounds fun! I hope you enjoy!

Geto Family’s Day Out

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Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Suguru and Satoru take Mimiko and Nanako out for the day.

No warnings, just fluff

‘It’s so nice out today,’ Suguru thinks to himself as he takes a seat on a bench. It’s a cool fall afternoon, truly a beautiful day out. The breeze blows, combing gently through Suguru’s hair and he inhales deeply, turning the new novel he’s starting over in his hands. He’s been waiting for a moment of peace to finally begin this. He sighs contentedly as he opens his book to the first page, reading silently.

Cash isn’t the only thing I take from my father’s study when I leave –

“Ahhh!!! Geto-sama! Satoru is hogging the swing!”

Suguru sighs, closing his book and placing it on his lap. He shuts his eyes, inhaling deeply again before he exhales sharply.

“Of course he is,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Geto-sama!!! Make him get off!!!” Nanako cries from across the playground. She stomps her small foot on the rubber playground flooring and folds her arms over her chest, lip protruding in a pout. Beside her, her twin sister Mimiko observes quietly, holding tightly onto her noosed doll as Satoru swings his too long legs back and forth, cackling as he whips forward into the air.

“I told you if I beat you to the swings, I’d get to go as long as I want,” Satoru teases. “And I won, so you have to wait!”

“That’s not fair! You’re like thirty feet tall!” Nanako whines.

Sighing, Suguru stands from his nice, comfortable, relaxing spot on the bench and slips his book into the pocket of his pants. He makes his way over to the girls and the overgrown manchild on the swing.

“Satoru, maybe you should let the girls have a turn, too,” Suguru tries to reason. He watches Satoru swing his legs forward, going as high into the air as he possibly can before letting go and flying across the playground. He lands gracefully, in a way only Satoru can, and turns back to face Suguru.

“Fine,” he pouts, shoving his hands in his pockets. Suguru can’t see it through his glasses, but he knows Satoru is rolling those beautiful azure eyes of his.

Nanako hurries and hops onto the swing, grimacing and complaining loudly about how “Satoru’s gigantic butt” made the seat too hot.

“Ah, sorry!” Satoru says, scrunching his nose. “It’s the burritos we ate for lunch. I had extra beans,” He sticks his tongue out at Nanako who sticks her tongue right back out at him.

Suguru smacks his arm playfully, turning to move back to the bench to resume his reading. Before he can make it, he feels the weight of Satoru slinging himself over Suguru’s shoulders.

“Suguruuuuuu,” Satoru groans. “What are we doing after this? The playground is boringggg.”

“It’s the girl’s day, Satoru. I told you this before you came over.”

“Yeah, but I thought we’d do something fun like go to an amusement park or…or play pranks on Yaga…or rearrange Shoko’s scalpels. I don’t know. This is so…so…so normal.”

Suguru shrugs Satoru off as he sits back down on the bench, pulling his book from his pocket and settling in. Satoru takes a seat next to him, throwing his arm across Suguru’s shoulder. He never could go long without touching him.

“Normal isn’t always bad, Satoru.” Suguru peers up to see Nanako and Mimiko have switched places. Nanako is giggling as she pushes Mimiko on the swing and Mimiko, quiet as ever, simply grins as her hair whips wildly through the air.

A wistful smile graces Suguru’s features. He thinks back to the day he’d found the girls, how battered and bruised they were. They had never lived a normal day in their lives until Suguru. Suguru had saved them…and in turn, they’d saved him.

“Normal is good for them. They’ve been through enough excitement for now. If they just want to do something as mundane as swing at the park for the rest of their lives…I’ll let them.”

Next to Suguru, Satoru hums quietly. He waits for a response, but nothing comes so he opens his book again, picking up where he left off.

It’s a few short minutes before Satoru removes his arm from Suguru’s shoulders and stands back up. Suguru glances up at him and watches as he saunters over to the swings, clapping his hands.

“Alright! Who wants to play tag?” He calls out to the girls.

Nanako places her hands out, grabbing the swing to stop Mimiko’s movements. They glance at each other before glancing back at Satoru.

“What do we get if we catch you?” Nanako asks and Suguru can’t help but smirk. She’d definitely learned that from him. Only do something if there’s something to be gained. Suguru feels a bit like a proud father at that moment.

Satoru scratches his head, shrugging. “I don’t know. What do ya want?”

The girls perk up and Suguru feels bad for poor Satoru. He’s trying his best, but he doesn’t know that he’s just fallen into their trap.

“If we catch you, we want you to take us to Takeshita street to buy us all the crepes and ice cream we want!”

Mimiko climbs off of the swing. “And we would like new toys, dresses and shoes. Please,” she answers meekly– politely. She’s always had the best manners, that one.

Satoru nods. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

Suguru sighs in amusement. He knows Satoru may think he has a bottomless bank account courtesy of the Gojo estate, but Satoru doesn’t know Nanako and Mimiko are about to give him a literal run for his money.

He resumes his reading, reveling in the giggles and laughs he hears and occasionally sneaking peeks at Satoru and the girls only to find Satoru standing atop the monkey bars, dodging the girl’s tiny hands as they tried their best to catch him or warping to the other side of the park to avoid their touch (Nanako screamed how unfair that was so he didn’t do that again).

Satoru’s downfall was him attempting to go down the slide headfirst and getting stuck. His cries echoed throughout the park until Suguru had to put his book away to pull him out.

The moment Satoru was freed, he threw his arms around Suguru with a dramatic gasp. Suguru wrapped his arms around him, chuckling at his dramatics.

“You couldn’t have warped out?” Suguru teased.

“No, the little mean one said if I do that again, I have to buy her a cell phone. Something about that creeped me out.” Satoru shivers and Suguru laughs.

Satoru yelps suddenly and Suguru pulls back to assess. Both men glance down to find two pairs of brown eyes looking up at them and a small hand holding onto Satoru’s pants.

“Tag. You’re it,” Mimiko murmurs quietly, staring up at the two men.

Suguru throws his head back, laughing as he claps his hands together. “Good job, girls.” He looks back to Satoru only to find him sulking, which only makes Suguru laugh harder. “Come on, you owe us some crepes and a shopping spree apparently.”

Suguru holds his hands out, Nanako grasping his left and Mimiko holding his right. Satoru follows behind. As they hold each other’s hands, making their way through the park on this cool, fall afternoon, Suguru can’t deny he has found happiness - here with his children…Satoru included.

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Spoiler without context for chapter 11 of Sugar

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Baby Blues (Geto/Reader)

(Geto x Reader- one shot- married life, newborn babies- mimiko and nanako- biological daughters)

Author’s note: Just a super short Geto/Reader fic involving domestic bliss. I miss writing for him and the twins so much. I just need to polish my Metropolitan Family Life fic. In the meantime, enjoy!

Warning: Babies, lack of sleep, one swear word

Baby Blues (Geto/Reader)

Being a parent wasn’t without its challenges. You and your husband knew that when you consciously made the decision to try for a baby. Not only did you succeed, but you had taken two babies home to your snug loft. 

Mimiko and Nanako. 

Your angelic little twins. You loved them to death. Adored and cherished their every breath. That being said, they were kicking your asses. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had gotten a decent night's sleep. And tonight would be no different. This time it was Nanako whose powerful little lungs jolted you awake. Your husband tightened his grip around your waist as he leaned forward to press his lips against your ear. 

“I’ve got it,” he murmured.

“She could be hungry,” you half heartedly protested.

He pecked your cheek and shuffled out of bed. 

“I’ll just feed her a bottle from the fridge,” he yawned.

Suguru covered you up with the comforter rendering you incapacitated under its immense warmth. 

“Okay, you do that…and I’ll be there in a second…” you tapered off.

He gently shut the door behind him as you dozed off again. 

Suguru opened the door to the nursery and dragged himself over to the crib where the twins slept. Nanako continued to cry, her face beat red as she thrashed her limbs around restlessly. 

Mimiko remained fast asleep, undisturbed by her sisters whining. Lucky kid. 

“Nanako,” he whispered. “What’s wrong Angel?”

He lifted his daughter out of the crib and collapsed in the rocking chair, switching on the lamp. 

“Shhh, it’s alright Sweetheart. Daddy’s here,” he murmured. 

After some time passed Nanako’s cries subsided into tiny whimpers, until they completely vanished. 

Suguru looked up to find you standing at the door with a soft smile on your face. 

“Breakfast time,” you whispered. 

He checked the clock on the nightstand. 

‘5:00’

You padded over to the crib to retrieve an already awake Mimiko. 

“Are you hungry Angel?” you cooed as you lifted her up and into your arms. 

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Suguru handed you a cup of coffee and joined you on the couch. The twins had been fed and were now lounging in their baby bouncers in front of you.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you pecked his lips.

Your husband pulled you into his chest so you could lean back comfortably. 

“I think we’re getting the hang of this,” he commented.

You noticed Mimiko looking at you and couldn’t help but smile. 

“They are so beautiful Suguru,” you sighed.

These early stages were chaotic, but that didn’t mean you didn’t treasure moments like this with you all together as a family. 

“Well they get that from their beautiful mother,” he smirked. 

You chuckled and took a sip of your coffee. 

“Their father’s not so bad either.”

~

The End. 

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SatoSugu family goodness~!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru's Parents, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko Additional Tags: Parental Getou Suguru, Parent Getou Suguru, Single Parent Getou Suguru, Good Parent Getou Suguru, Premature Death Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Movie: Jujutsu Kaisen 0, Fluff and Angst, Religious Discussion, Religious Content, Patricide, Matricide, Canonical Child Abuse, (all the violence is basically offscreen though), Getou Suguru is His Own Warning, Canon Universe, Canon Compliant Series: Part 2 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

The girls huddled together in the cage, peering up at him through the gaps in the wooden beams. He gave them a smile that he hoped was gentle and friendly, but mostly felt tired. “It’s alright now,” he said, then raised a hand. “Stand back. I’m gonna get you out of there.”

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As Geto gets ready to send Nanako and Mimiko off to the Night Parade of A Hundred Demons, he reflects on where things began, where they are now, and where they are going.

A short story for Drabble December Prompt 2: Family

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Just another silly vid based on @linkspooky jjk fic AU series. •3•;

But this time, it’s a three-in-one, ooooo~

OG Audio: one, two, three