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Magnolia - Chapter Twenty

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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“I know you’re only teasing, but I don’t like it when you say that. I would never replace you.”
“Even if I deserved it?”
Suguru looks sharply at him. “What makes you think you’d ever deserve to be replaced?”
He shrugs. “I was gone for decades, Suguru.”
“Satoru… why did you stay away for so long?”
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Chapter Twenty: Stay
Author's Note:
If you've come this far - to the end of the story - it means you've shown a great deal of patience with me as I've written this story. For that, I'm so, so thankful. I hope reading this has been as enjoyable for you as writing it has been for me.
-Val 💙
Is it like this In death’s other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms -T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men (excerpt)
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“Are you sure I haven’t been replaced?”
Satoru grins, watching Suguru watch Lia. She’s still sleeping - worn out, to be more precise - and Satoru wonders if she’s naturally inclined to sleep on her left, or if there’s some instinct that moved her to curl into Suguru’s side that way.
They’re speaking in low murmurs over her head, trying not to wake her. “I know you’re only teasing, but I don’t like it when you say that. I would never replace you.” “Even if I deserved it?”
Suguru looks sharply at him. “What makes you think you’d ever deserve to be replaced?” He shrugs. “I was gone for decades, Suguru.”
“Satoru… why did you stay away for so long?”
“The truth? I felt guilty.”
“What for?”
“For going back to a place you couldn’t.” He sighs, sinking back into the sheets and looking up at the ceiling. “It wasn’t until I got back there that I realized I couldn’t change anything… I couldn’t change their minds. I didn’t want to tell you I’d failed, either. So I just kept… moving from place to place, thinking maybe it was better if I didn’t come back with nothing to show for it, and framed it like I just enjoyed travelling so much that I couldn’t stand to be tied down to one place forever.”
“Dummy,” Suguru laughs. “You didn’t need to go back and change anything for me… but I appreciate that you tried.” He pauses. “And you should know I would’ve always welcomed you back.”
“Now you tell me.” But he’s smiling, and Suguru can tell he’s relieved. He wonders how long Satoru has been carrying that weight on his shoulders.
“When you vowed to be bound to me for all time, I didn’t mean for you to take it literally. I know you like to travel, and I know there’ll be times you’ll wanna go.” He looks fondly down at the woman sleeping next to him. “Besides, I guess it never mattered much that you were gone for so long.” “Because you knew I’d be back someday?” “Hm. I guess you could say that.” Suguru thinks about it for a moment. “I was lonely, I guess… and I missed you. Knowing you were always there and would come back eventually, that tempered the loneliness a bit. Being lonely is easier to bear when you know someone loves you, and you know you have forever to be with them again.
“But then I met her,” he goes on. “And I guess it reminded me that not everybody is like us… and feeling something like this for somebody who won’t be around forever is…” He doesn’t finish the thought. “So ask her.”
“Ask her what?”
“Ask her if she wants to be around forever. I know you, Suguru. You don’t share your heart. The fact that the three of us are here together means you’re playing for keeps.”
Suguru wants to refute his words, but he finds that he can’t.
“You said once before that you wouldn’t know how to bring it up to someone who, two years ago, didn’t want to live at all. I’m sure that’s changed by now.”
“You really think so?”
Satoru, with his cocky grin and his bright blue eyes. “I would bet my extraordinarily long life on it.”
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The sky is gray now.
Time sits on that thin precipice between sunset and night. Dusk, she remembers - it’s called dusk. But here in the middle of the woods, under the thick canopy of trees surrounding her, the dark feels closer to night.
Her hands are visibly shaking as she looks down at what’s in them. For all that she has tried her best to talk herself into feeling numb about this, her nerves have still managed to betray her.
If this is the right thing to do, why does it feel so horribly wrong?
“I don’t… want to die.” She whispers it into the trees, but there is no answer.
“Please,” she pleads with the dark gray sky. “Let me be useful… I don’t want to die.”
The sky says nothing - it only stares back at her, that yawning expanse of gray.
“I don’t want to die,” she’s crying now. “Please… I don’t want to die… I want to be loved, to be useful. I don’t want to die, I don’t want---”
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“That’s---” Whatever Suguru is intending to say in response dies on his lips when Lia mumbles something.
“...don’t want to die, please… I don’t want… die---”
“Suguru…”
“Yeah, I know.” She’s starting to thrash now, mumbling the same broken sentence over and over, tears rolling out of her still-closed eyes. “Lia.” He shakes her shoulder gently. “Lia, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.”
He shakes her shoulder again, more firmly, and this time her eyes fly open. “I don’t want to die,” she sobs. Disoriented, she blinks up at him. “Suguru?”
“You were having a nightmare.” He looks down at her, concerned.
“A hell of a nightmare, if your waking words are anything to go by,” Satoru adds.
Her breath hitches in her chest, a half-sob. “I dreamed I was back in the woods again,” she says softly.
“The woods?”
“The woods where Suguru found me.”
“Ah.” Satoru draws in a sharp breath. “Ouch.”
“It was the same night,” she goes on. “And I’d… gone there to do the same thing. But I didn’t want to. It felt wrong, and I didn’t want to do it.”
She’s crying again, and Satoru gathers her in his arms while Suguru reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “You know, Lia,” Satoru says after a moment, his voice quiet. “I’m really glad Suguru found you that night. Or should I say, I’m really glad you found him?” He looks at Suguru over her head. “I’m glad the two of you found each other.”
Lia raises her head, turning her tearstained face up towards him. “Are you really? You aren’t angry?”
It makes him laugh, but she knows he’s not laughing at her. He pulls her closer to him, warm hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Are you kidding me? You obviously make him happy. It seems like he makes you happy. And I gotta admit, seeing you both happy makes me happy.”
She rests her head on his chest. “But I’m… still not quite sure how I fit into this equation.”
“How about the third in a sequence of three? That makes a complete set.” This time it’s Suguru addressing her.
“But the two of you had a nice life together before, without me.”
The men exchange another glance above her head. “I think, considering how comfortably we seem to have settled together since I’ve been back,” Satoru starts, “it wouldn’t be overstating it to say we can have just as nice of a life together now, with you. Wouldn’t you agree, Suguru?”
“He’s right,” Suguru nods. “Besides… if you really want to know the truth, it feels a little like Satoru and I had drifted somewhat apart. Still loving each other, but not really having a life together.”
“You were a little bit like the thread that pulled us back together,” Satoru finishes. “More than that, I think I can speak for Suguru when I say we both love you for reasons outside of bringing us back together.”
She looks up at him. “Does that mean I can stay here, with the two of you?”
“For as long as you want.” He looks pointedly at Suguru. “I think… Suguru might have something to ask you, to that effect.”
“Ask me?” She looks over her shoulder.
“Lia… I’d like to ask you to stay with us. For a long time. How would you feel about that?”
“A long time?” She thinks she might know what he’s asking, but she doesn’t want to assume. “H-how long?”
And there it is, the sight she’s come to know and love so well: Suguru, giving her that warm, kind smile. “For as long as we live.”
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“Do you trust me?”
He asks the question softly, his eyes meeting hers. Searching for something - perhaps fear, or hesitation.
She thought she would be afraid. After all, it wasn’t long ago that she’d woken from a nightmare with the voiced reluctance to succumb to death still on her lips.
But this… this is different. She isn’t afraid. Not of this. “I trust you, Suguru.” His hand is resting on her heart, and she reaches up to cover it with her own. “With my life.”
He looks at her for a moment longer, and then he smiles. “I won’t lie to you, Lia. It’s going to hurt---”
“Like a bitch,” Satoru chimes in from beside her. “It hurts like a bitch.”
“---but only for a little while.”
She takes a deep breath. “But I won’t be alone.”
“Of course not.” Suguru lifts her hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to her palm. “We’ll be right here.”
“You can squeeze my hand,” Satoru offers. “Like in the movies, when a woman’s going into labor and she squeezes her husband’s hand because he’s the one who did that to her.”
It makes her laugh. “Don’t complain if I break your fingers.”
“I promise I won’t.” He grins. He hands the porcelain bowl to her. “For you, ma cherie, the finest quality vampire blood, aged a combined total of five hundred and twenty-four years---”
Lia’s eyes go wide. “Five hundred and twenty-four?” She glances at Suguru. “Does that mean… you’re both…”
“Yes,” Suguru sighs. “Please don’t make any jokes about the age gap.”
She opens her mouth, then thinks better of it and closes it. Later. She can make those jokes later.
She’ll have forever to catch up, after all.
She accepts the bowl from Satoru. When it’s empty, she hands it back to him. One more deep breath to steady her nerves, and then she nods at Suguru. “I’m ready.”
He wants to ask her if she’s sure, if this is what she really wants. Looking at the resolve in her eyes, he thinks asking her might actually be an insult. “Satoru,” he calls softly.
Understanding without explanation, the two of them are perfectly in sync. Satoru reaches for Lia, grasping her hand in his.
When Suguru slips the knife into her chest, she lets out a pained groan and her hand tightens around Satoru’s. She starts to thrash, but he holds her still.
“I know… I know it hurts, Princess,” Satoru coos. “Remember, it’s just for a little while, okay? We’ll be here, we’re not going anywhere.”
The pain is worse than anything she’s felt before. Worse than breaking her ankle in seventh grade, worse than nearly slicing open her thumb with a kitchen knife when she was nineteen.
Worse even, than slitting her own wrists two years ago.
It’s odd, she thinks. I can feel the life draining out of me, just like it did then. But it’s… different this time around. There’s no sadness. There’s something to look forward to on the other side of this.
I’m… actually happy.
It’s the last thought she has before she fades.
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When she wakes, the sun has set. She’s alone in bed, dressed in one of Satoru’s old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. She takes a deep breath, expecting pain to flare in her chest. There is no pain, and she wonders if they’ve dressed the area with some kind of anesthetic. She’s reaching under the shirt when the bedroom door opens.
“Oh! You’re awake!” Satoru pokes his head in, then turns toward the hallway. “Suguru, Lia’s awake.” He comes in, bouncing onto the bed beside her. “How do you feel?”
She tries to think of an accurate way to describe it: that buzzy, heightened, amped-up feeling she has. “Hyper,” is the best she can do.
He laughs. “That’s normal. You feel more energetic, yeah?”
She nods. Then she narrows her eyes. “And I can see you clearly… but I’m not wearing my glasses.”
“Perfect vision,” he grins. “One of the perks. Accelerated healing, too,” he adds, motioning to her chest. “No pain, right?”
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Suguru calls from the doorway. “Is Satoru explaining your new powers to you?”
“New powers?” She looks at him uncertainly.
“I hadn’t gotten around to that yet, but we should probably talk about it.” Satoru raises his finger. “Don’t be surprised at the amount of glasses you will break or walls you’ll run into for the next few weeks.” At her look of confusion, he continues. “Your new life comes with an increase in speed and strength - along with other heightened abilities like perfect vision and more acute senses - and it takes a while to get adjusted to that.”
“Does that mean I’ll finally be strong enough to pin you down?” She laughs.
The smile Satoru gives her makes her face hot. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, pretty girl.”
“Don’t feel pressured to hunt,” Suguru tells her, joining her and Satoru on the bed. “That’s… something else that takes some getting used to.”
“And you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to,” Satoru adds. “I have other ways of getting you what you need.”
It’s all so much, so much to remember and think about and process. She tries not to think about it all at once, tries to focus on the feelings.
Almost as if he’s read her mind, Suguru reaches for her hand. “How are you feeling, Lia?”
His question is worded nearly the same way that Satoru’s was, and yet it’s somehow different. Suddenly the feelings hit her all in a rush, bubbling up in her chest and spilling out of her mouth. “Grateful… loved… happy,” she babbles. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until Suguru reaches up and brushes her tears away with his fingers.
“I’m glad.” They are only two words, but within those two words, she hears all of those feelings in her heart mirrored back at her. “I’m really glad.”
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Before you came, Things were as they should be: The sky was the dead-end of sight, The road was just a road, wine merely wine. Now everything is like my heart, A color at the edge of blood: The grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, The gold when we meet, the season ablaze, The yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, And the black when you cover the earth With the coal of dead fires And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? The sky is a shirt wet with tears, The road a vein about to break, And the glass of wine a mirror in which The sky, the road, the world keep changing. Don’t leave now that you’re here--- Stay. So the world may become like itself again: So the sky may be the sky, The road a road, And the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine. -Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Before You Came
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Magnolia - Chapter Nineteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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“Suguru’s being so patient, isn’t he? Waiting his turn while I take my sweet time.”
“Unlike you, I realize the world doesn’t actually revolve around me,” Suguru laughs, a little breathlessly. After all, it would be impossible to witness what Satoru is doing and be unaffected. “I can show a little patience.”
“A little is all it is, and we both know it.” Satoru’s words are addressed to the other man, but his eyes are on Lia. Laid out beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulder blades and her chest rising and falling heavily with the way she’s breathing. “What do you think, Princess? Should I be nice and get on with it so Suguru can play with me, too?”
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Chapter Nineteen: Somewhere I Have Never Travelled
“Is this what you want?” Whispered into her mouth, his lips ghosting over hers, tongue darting out to trace the curve of her Cupid’s bow.
One hand flat on the bed next to her head to keep from putting his full weight on her, and the other wrapped around himself, the head of his cock mimicking with her labia what his tongue is doing to her lips.
“Yes,” she exhales, no longer caring that the way she says the word makes it sound like she’s begging.
“Yes, what?” He rubs his tip along her slit, lowering his head again to pepper the softest kisses along her jawline.
“T-tease,” she manages, unable to stop the full-body shudder that grips her when she feels him just barely nudging at her entrance.
“Mm, close, but not quite.” He’s infuriating, this man - with his smug smile and his pretty, pretty blue eyes and his purring voice… so infuriating the way he’s got her melting under his touch, absolutely maddening that she doesn’t want him to stop. “The word you’re looking for though… it rhymes with ‘tease.’”
“Satoru…” A warning tone in Suguru’s voice. “You’re teasing her again.”
“Suguru’s being so patient, isn’t he? Waiting his turn while I take my sweet time.” “Unlike you, I realize the world doesn’t actually revolve around me,” Suguru laughs, a little breathlessly. After all, it would be impossible to witness what Satoru is doing and be unaffected. “I can show a little patience.”
“A little is all it is, and we both know it.” Satoru’s words are addressed to the other man, but his eyes are on Lia. Laid out beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulder blades and her chest rising and falling heavily with the way she’s breathing. “What do you think, Princess? Should I be nice and get on with it so Suguru can play with me, too?” Lia reaches up with one hand, remembering something Suguru told her. She grabs a fistful of Satoru’s hair and pulls. Firmly, but not too hard. Enough for it to make his scalp tingle a little.
He’s still pressed up against her, and she’s rewarded with the feeling of him twitching into her skin.
“Pretty girl, that’s playing dirty.” But he laughs because he likes it, and he knows who she learned it from.
“Satoru,” she calls his name softly, brushing her fingers along the stubble of his undercut. She glances over his shoulder at Suguru, who’s watching her with dark eyes, one hand wrapped around his dick, slowly fisting himself. “Suguru says I should speak up when I want something.”
“You should.” Satoru drops his head to mouth at her neck. “So tell me,” he whispers into her skin. “What is it that you want?”
Even with the way the two of them are looking at her, even though she can clearly see the desire on both of their faces and the lust in their eyes, she finds herself feeling shy. She lets her eyelids flutter closed briefly, then opens them again. “I want… to feel you inside me. Please,” she adds.
“Good girl.” The praise is immediately followed by the feeling of him pushing his tip past her entrance - not just teasing her the way he has been and pushing in a few centimeters only to pull right back out, but all the way this time. Inch by inch, sinking into her and letting her adjust to the stretch of him.
“Like this?” He asks, when he’s fully seated inside her. He puts his hand on her pelvis, pushing down. “Can you feel me right here? This is what you wanted, hm?”
Lia wants to use her words, she really does, but her face is flushed and heated with those pretty blue eyes trained on her, his palm against her lower belly, fingers splayed across her skin. She wants to use her words and tell him how good he feels, how deeply she can feel him, but she can’t quite manage it.
So she does the next best thing: she reaches up, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. It’s slow and sloppy and deep, and she doesn’t know whether it’s his saliva or hers that escapes the corner of her mouth and drips down her chin. It doesn’t matter anyway.
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru… pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Back, forward. Back, forward, and the way he’s angling his hips, she wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, wonders if he realizes that every time he pulls back at that angle, his tip catches on that part of her, that sensitive little spot on her front wall.
He must, he must realize it, he must be doing it on purpose, the same way he’d hooked his fingers in that spot. Over and over and over again he does it, angling his hips just right so his tip hits that spot, until she feels like she’s going to wet herself. Only she knows she isn’t, she knows there’s nothing in her bladder, she knows this sensation is new to her but she recognizes it anyway, because she felt it just a little while ago.
“Satoru, I’m—” She doesn’t know how to voice it, not in the blunt way she knows he’d want her to. How can she?
Satoru, for his part, is equally lost in pleasure. His hands have found their way to the undersides of her thighs, hiking them up and apart and keeping her spread so he can watch himself go in and out of her. When she calls his name, when she starts that sentence she doesn’t know how to finish, his eyes meet hers. “Hm? Does it hurt, pretty girl? Do you want me to stop?”
Shaking her head vehemently, because the last thing she wants him to do is stop. “No, but I’m going to…”
She registers the sound of shuffling, and what sounds like the chair Suguru was sitting in being knocked over. A few seconds later, he joins them on the bed, dark hair loose and falling over his shoulders, pink flush staining his cheeks. He still has his hand wrapped around himself, and through the haze of her own lust and pleasure she registers that he’s squeezing himself something mean, but not in a way that’s meant to feel good.
“Suguru…” She reaches a hand up toward him, not quite sure what she’s planning to say or if she can even voice words at all.
“He likes it, you know.” Suguru’s words are stilted. He’s trying so hard not to spill into his hand, but watching the scene in front of him is making that more and more difficult. He’s got his dick in a vice grip right below the tip to stave off his orgasm, tight enough for it to hurt. “He likes it when you make a mess for him.”
“I do,” Satoru pants, burying his face in Lia’s neck and licking at the faint sheen of sweat gathered there. “You can let go, Princess, I promise it’ll feel better if you let go. Don’t worry about the mess… take your pleasure, hm?”
So she does. She stops tensing the muscles in her belly. As soon as she does that, a different set of muscles in her body tenses up. She does indeed make a mess - of Satoru, of herself, of the sheets. He keeps thrusting, panting and moaning through it - “So good, so fucking good, squeezing me so tight, such a messy, messy girl, you’re doing so well—” and then his words just devolve into more panting and moaning.
He‘s still hard when he pulls out of her, covered in her slick and dripping with the rest of her orgasm. He shifts closer to her on the bed, and she’s trying not to be embarrassed at the way she knows he’s lying in the wet spot she made, between her legs.
“Lia,” it’s Suguru who’s speaking to her now, shifting further onto the bed, turning himself so he’s behind Satoru. “I’m going to play with Satoru for a bit - would you like to stay and watch?”
“Yes, please.”
“Suguru gets mean, but I promise I like it,” Satoru laughs, patting her hip affectionately.
“It’s only fair to warn you that he’s a shooter,” Suguru chimes in. Lia is a bit mesmerized, watching him spread lube all up and down himself, from base to tip.
“I’m a messy boy,” Satoru agrees.
She understands when Suguru starts moving that she’s become an anchor for Satoru. He busies his mouth and his left hand with her breasts, his right hand curled tightly into the sheets.
Suguru is patient, waiting for Satoru to release her nipple from his mouth with a pop before Suguru reaches forward with one hand, yanking a fistful of Satoru’s hair and pulling his head back, far less gently than Lia had.
For a split second she’s worried about the sound that comes out of Satoru’s mouth when Suguru pulls his hair, but the way Satoru is twitching and leaking all over her thigh is probably an indication that he likes it. Suguru’s pace is mean, fast strokes and the sound of skin slapping on skin, all to the chorus of his grunts and Satoru’s moans.
But they’re both very pretty this way, Lia thinks as she watches from her unique vantage point. Both flushed red and panting, and while Satoru’s vocalizations are only moans and grunts and what could at one point be described as actual whimpering, Suguru is more verbal. Little words of encouragement, of endearment, praise. Satoru is leaking so much, dribbling down himself and leaving sticky trails wherever his tip brushes against Lia’s skin. She’s been on the receiving end of Suguru’s hands and their exploratory ministrations, and she admires Satoru for being able to hold out so long under those skillful fingers roaming all up and down his body.
Still, he comes first, and he told no lies when he said it would be messy. Ropes and ropes of it shooting out of him, running down his shaft, dripping onto Lia and into the mess she left on the sheets. Suguru fucks him through it, the force of his thrusts intensifying and driving Satoru further into Lia’s lap as Suguru’s own orgasm approaches.
When they both collapse heavily onto the sheets on either side of Lia, she makes to get up.
Satoru catches her first. “Where are you going?”
“This… is your room.” She points out the obvious. “You probably want to be alone together?”
From behind, Suguru pulls her back into bed, where she was before, between the two of them. “Stay. We want you here.” He buries his face in the back of her neck and Satoru moves in close, effectively sandwiching her between them.
“Promise we’ll clean you up nice,” Satoru mumbles into her collarbone, lightly grazing her skin with his fangs before bestowing a soft kiss upon a previously-left mark there. “Warm shower, clean sheets and everything. I’ll even make sure you pee and eat before we sleep, because once Suguru is asleep he gets really fucking heavy and doesn’t budge at all.”
It’s so casual, the way they’re both inviting her to stay… the way they both seem to want her to stay with them. Seamlessly slotting her into a part of their lives that was previously only ever for the two of them.
Making room for her. Letting her feel visible, important, wanted.
“Okay,” she exhales after a moment, and if her voice is weak and trembling and sounds small and full of tears, neither of them mention it. “Okay… I’ll stay.”
That seems to satisfy them both, so she pushes all the thoughts and questions buzzing around in her head into a little box. She’ll revisit them later.
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Your slightest look easily will unclose me Though I have closed myself as fingers, You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose Or if your wish be to close me, I and My life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, As when the heart of this flower imagines The snow carefully everywhere descending; Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals The power of your intense fragility: whose texture Compels me with the colour of its countries, Rendering death and forever with each breathing -E. E. Cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond (excerpt)
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Magnolia - Chapter Eighteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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He laughs. “Sometimes. But he does it so well that it’s hard to be annoyed for long, because you end up looking so good.” He uncrosses his arms and steps into the room, closing the distance between them in just a few strides. She turns to face him, feeling suddenly shy now that there’s only a few inches of space between their bodies. “Do you want me to stay out of it?”
Suguru is so good at keeping his face neutral; she can’t tell what he’s thinking at all when he asks. “Stay out of it?”
“Mmhm.” His gaze flickers from her eyes, moves down her body, and then back up to meet her eyes again. “If you want to be alone with Satoru, that’s perfectly okay with me.”
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Chapter Eighteen: Love's Acolyte
“Oh, that’s pretty.” Suguru looks at her from where he’s standing in the doorway of her room, arms crossed over his chest. “It suits you.”
She looks back at herself in the full-length mirror. What Satoru laid out for her is a set, made of lace and in almost the same shade as the dress she’s just changed out of. “Does it ever annoy you, this uncanny skill he has of finding things that look good on you?”
He laughs. “Sometimes. But he does it so well that it’s hard to be annoyed for long, because you end up looking so good.” He uncrosses his arms and steps into the room, closing the distance between them in just a few strides. She turns to face him, feeling suddenly shy now that there’s only a few inches of space between their bodies. “Do you want me to stay out of it?”
Suguru is so good at keeping his face neutral; she can’t tell what he’s thinking at all when he asks. “Stay out of it?”
“Mmhm.” His gaze flickers from her eyes, moves down her body, and then back up to meet her eyes again. “If you want to be alone with Satoru, that’s perfectly okay with me.”
She hasn’t actually thought about it, and once he poses the question, she realizes she doesn’t actually know. A hot bubble of apprehension inflates in her chest, and she looks down at her feet. “I’ve… never been with two men at once.”
He puts his hands on her shoulders, his palms warm against her skin, and leans down so he can look her in the eye. “You don’t have to be if you don’t want to - not in that way,” he reassures her. “If you don’t want me there, I’ll let you be alone with him. If you want me there, but you just want me to watch, I’ll do that, too.” He smiles down at her, and it’s just as kind as it always is. “And if you say you’d like me to join in, well… I’d love to do that too - but when and how will be totally up to you.”
Somehow, he always knows just what to say to alleviate her anxiety. “Your knack for finding the perfect words to ease my mind is as good as Satoru’s knack for finding clothing that looks good on me.”
“Hm,” he hums with a grin. “Does it annoy you as much, too?”
“I can’t say that it does.”
“Good.” She doesn’t think it’s her imagination that he sounds just a little bit smug.
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Many have loved you with lips and fingers And lain with you till the moon went out; Many have brought you lover’s gifts; And some have left their dreams on your doorstep. But I who am youth among your lovers Come like an acolyte to worship, My thirsting blood restrained by reverence, My heart a wordless prayer. The candles of desire are lighted, I bow my head, afraid before you, A mendicant who craves your bounty Ashamed of what small gifts he brings. -Elsa Gidlow, Love’s Acolyte
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“You look like a gift, wrapped up just for me,” Satoru tells her. She’s in his lap again, pressed up against him with his hands on her hips. “Suguru… how come you don’t wear this color more often, too?” “You know why,” Suguru murmurs. He joins them in bed and rolls over onto his side, his head resting in his hand as he watches them. “I look terrible in that shade of blue.” He reaches up and lets his fingertips dance gently down the path of Lia’s spine, making her shudder, arching her closer into Satoru.
And the way Satoru looks up at her makes her skin flush hot all over, because it’s not just lust. It’s not just some half-baked desire that’s sprung up out of nowhere… it’s a different flavor of the longing he looks at Suguru with. She leans forward because she wants to kiss him, again and again and again, and so she does.
Deeply enough to feel like she’s drowning in him, deeply enough to worry that she’ll go lightheaded if she doesn’t come up for air soon, deeply enough to make her start squirming into him because it feels like the only way to get the friction she so desperately wants.
“Easy, Princess,” Satoru laughs quietly, when she breaks the kiss to breathe. “I’m right here.”
���Stop teasing her, Satoru.”
“Me? Teasing her is the last thing on my mind.” Lia believes him, because she can feel how hard he is beneath her - the thin, soft fabric of his boxer briefs doing nothing to hide the evidence of his desire. She can’t tell anymore if the wet patch on the lace panties she’s wearing is from her or him.
She supposes it doesn’t really matter anyway.
She reaches between them, wanting to feel him. Wanting to wrap her fingers around him, to gauge his shape and size with her hand. “I want…” The words come out barely louder than a whisper, and they don’t even begin to encompass all of the thoughts that fall under the umbrella of that phrase: I want.
“Hm?” He nudges her chin up with his finger, so he can look into her eyes. How does anyone resist these eyes? She wonders. Maybe they don’t. “What is it that you want, Lia?”
“You.” The word spills out of her without any hesitation. There is no shame, no pride in how quickly she answers his question. Her hand finds purchase between them, fingers closing around the base of his shaft. Her stomach flutters at how full her fist feels when she tries to get her fingertips to meet the tip of her thumb, and she draws in a quiet little breath.
Satoru hears that sharp little inhale, sees the surprise on her face, and it makes him chuckle. He cups the back of her head, bringing her face close to his so he can nuzzle her cheek with his nose. “Why don’t you let me open you up a little first, yeah?” --
Lia still remembers with perfect clarity every single second of the way Suguru put his mouth on her.
She remembers the way he alternated between using his mouth and using his fingers, the way he kept his gaze on her when he sensed she was getting close to her orgasm, how closely he paid attention to the signs her body gave him and used those signs to dictate what he would do next.
It had indeed left her speechless, but this is something entirely different.
The mouth on Gojo Satoru - it makes her wonder, is his tongue fucking battery operated?
The way he’s slurping and sucking and licking, three fingers buried as deeply into her as they can go, massaging her walls - it has her shaking and sweating and biting her fist in order to muffle the sounds she’s making.
It isn’t Satoru that reaches up and pries her hand out of her mouth. “He wants to hear you, pretty girl,” Suguru coos, pressing a kiss to her palm. “How else is he supposed to know he’s doing a good job?”
Again and again and again, Satoru brings her to the edge over and over, only to pull her back when she’s close. Until she’s seeing stars, until she’s almost in tears, until she’s absolutely incapable of anything other than incoherent babbling.
Satoru thinks she’s so pretty, with those big tears clumped on her lashes and her swollen lips and sweat-slicked skin. She’s a goddamned work of art, and he’s about to make it better.
He brings her to the edge one last time, and then takes her over, and it’s so satisfying watching the way she gushes for him… but what’s even more satisfying is the look on her face, the look that lets him know that this is her first time ever being able to do that.
“What a mess,” Suguru teases her from his place next to her.
They don’t let her cover her face. Satoru is so, so warm. He finally puts her legs down and drapes himself over her, chest to chest, his soft, wet lips dragging along her collarbone. “Messy girl,” he smirks, exchanging an amused look with Suguru. He lifts his hand, the one that was just inside of her, to Suguru’s lips. “Isn’t she delicious?” Said between kisses, his mouth slotting over Lia’s so she can also taste herself on his tongue and his other hand snaking between their bodies to lightly caress her swollen labia.
“Just as delicious as I remember,” Suguru agrees.
“Did you know, Lia? Did you know you also speak a lot with your eyes?”
She glances over at Suguru, who’s still sucking on Satoru’s fingers. “I’ve been told that once or twice,” she admits.
“I bet you have.”
Lia marvels at it - how all the anxiety she felt just a little while ago is gone now. How these two have managed to take that nervous ball of energy that was in the pit of her stomach and turn it into something else entirely. Something that has her wanting so much more, something that brings out of her a greed that she’s never felt the likes of before.
She wonders if a little of that is showing on her face. It must be, if the way the two of them are looking at her is any indication.
“Are you tired, Lia?” Satoru asks.
“No.”
“Good,” he grins, shifting a little, just enough for her to feel how hard he is, pressed against her thigh. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet.”
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Currently Updating (8/12/24). Rated M. Five years have passed since Suguru Geto defected from Jujutsu society. Now adults, the three lovers find their lives entwined together once more as Satoru and Miho attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with the infamous Curse User while taking in students of their own.
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Magnolia - Chapter Seventeen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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“Actions are so honest, aren’t they?” This comes from Satoru, and she looks back at him, her expression quizzical. “You aren’t saying much of anything with your words, and yet you’re still speaking,” he points out. She’s still in his lap, his hands on her hips, and he’s using his thumbs to trace little circles there, through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Take this dress, for instance,” he goes on. “Sure, the color compliments your skin… but let’s be honest. There aren’t many colors that don’t compliment your skin. You would’ve looked just as nice wearing the red one, or the green one, or even that black one with the lace around the bottom. But you chose the one that matches my eyes. Why is that, Lia?”
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Chapter Seventeen: X-Rays
It is the first time Satoru has ever kissed her.
In the dim lighting of a packed club, with Suguru’s grounding presence firmly at her back, his arms around her waist holding her close.
Here in this hot, crowded room, where the EDM bass is so loud it feels like it’s pumping through her veins… with Satoru’s hands on her hips and his tongue in her mouth and half a dozen pairs of sharp, jealous eyes watching it happen.
He kisses her like he means it. It steals her breath and scrapes every coherent thought out of her head, replaces the music in her veins with blood that pumps hot and fast, takes all the strength out of her legs and makes her feel she’ll either float or fall.
It’s deep and messy, and when he pulls back to let her breathe again, he can’t tell if the shine on her lips is from his mouth or hers.
He finds he doesn’t particularly care; either way, he likes the way it looks.
“Satoru,” Suguru murmurs reproachfully. “You know better. This is a public place.”
He meets the other man’s eyes over the top of Lia’s head, a smirk twitching at his lips. “You heard her - that woman won’t stop staring. I figured she must think she’s watching a show and I just wanted to give her something worth watching.”
Suguru is not impressed. “You didn’t even ask her if it was okay,” he points out.
Satoru peers down at Lia. “Can I kiss you?”
His belated question and the way he looks as he phrases it makes her laugh, even as the tiny flame of desire in the pit of her stomach grows bigger and bigger, fanned by the oxygen of his kiss.
“Yes,” she answers around her laughter, looking up at him. “You can kiss me---”
“See?” His tone is almost gloating when he looks at Suguru. “She said it’s fine.”
“---but not here,” she adds.
He looks back at her.
Is this what you’ve seen, Suguru? He wonders. Is this the look she wore when you had her? Her skin doesn’t lend itself to blushing in the form of pink cheeks, but he can tell she’s flushed all the same. There’s a light in her gaze that isn’t normally there, transforming plain brown eyes into something that would give his own uncanny blues a run for their money in a showdown.
She’s so pretty like this, and seeing her this way for the first time stirs something in his gut.
“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, thoughtfully. “I don’t think I like the idea of anybody else seeing you like this.”
“Do you want to go home, Lia?”
The question comes from Suguru, asked softly as he rests his chin on her shoulder. The words themselves are benign, but she knows the question holds a deeper meaning. By asking her if she wants to go home, he is asking her if she wants, and if she will indulge in that want once they’re back in the privacy of their home.
She doesn’t even have to think about it.
“I want to go home.”
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Slim-hipped and fluent and of lovely motion, Living to the tip of every bone, And ah, too exquisitely vivid-moving Ever to lie wanly down alone--- To lie forever down so still and slender, Tracing on the ancient screen of night That naked and pale writing of the wonder Of your beauty breathing in the light. -Max Eastman, X Rays (excerpt)
--
Kissing Satoru is different from kissing Suguru, but no less addictive.
His hands on her hips are a different shape, but just as warm. He takes, takes, takes what he wants, and there is nothing tentative in his touch. It makes her feel emboldened, makes her want to do the same.
Suguru is like the knot that ties them all together… setting her in Satoru’s lap, watching the way they taste each other. Satoru is so pretty, with his blue, blue eyes and his flushed cheeks and his plump lips, slick with her spit… so pretty that not even Suguru can resist him.
He leans over, that curtain of dark hair falling into his face and obscuring her view. Lia doesn’t want it obscured, though - she wants to see it - so she reaches out and brushes his hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear so that nothing blocks her view. It’s so natural… so practiced and familiar, the two of them sharing a kiss. Pink cheeks and heavy breathing and that line of spit connecting their lips when Suguru pulls back.
It makes her squirm in Satoru’s lap, makes her want more.
She watches as a look passes between them. She can’t read the look, but she sees the way Suguru reaches out and gently cups Satoru’s face in his palm, the way he taps his thumb against Satoru’s cheek. Satoru tilts his head back, opens his mouth, looking at her out of the corner of his eye even as Suguru gathers the spit in his mouth, pooling it on his tongue and letting it drip down onto Satoru’s.
She isn’t even aware of the soft, strangled noise she makes in the back of her throat. All she knows is that she wants, she wants, she wants. Whatever these two will give her, she wants it. She’s desperate for it in a way she’s never felt before, and it shows all over her face.
It makes Satoru laugh. “Suguru, I think she’s feeling left out.”
“Hm?” Suguru looks down at her with a fond smile. “Are you feeling left out, Lia?”
If asked before today, she might have expressed disgust at the idea of anyone spitting in her mouth. She might have turned her nose up in disdain at the very thought, wondering why anyone would find such a notion appealing in any way.
Here in this room, at this moment, she feels like a completely different person. It’s written all over her face, she knows, but she nods anyway.
“Hmm,” Suguru hums thoughtfully, exchanging another look with Satoru. “I suppose I should give her what she wants then, shouldn’t I?”
“It would be mean not to,” Satoru agrees with a smirk.
He cradles her face in both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing her cheeks and his eyes looking into hers. “Open up for me, pretty… wide as you can.” The words are murmured softly, but they are a command all the same.
It surprises her how much she likes being told what to do.
Obediently, she opens her mouth. She can feel Satoru’s eyes on her and Suguru, hardly breathing as he looks between the two of them. Her eyes are on Suguru, watching him gather saliva on his tongue, letting it pool there and drip down onto her tongue the same way he did for Satoru.
He flashes her a tender, satisfied smile before tapping on her cheek and uttering just one word - “Swallow.”
She does.
“Actions are so honest, aren’t they?” This comes from Satoru, and she looks back at him, her expression quizzical. “You aren’t saying much of anything with your words, and yet you’re still speaking,” he points out. She’s still in his lap, his hands on her hips, and he’s using his thumbs to trace little circles there, through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Take this dress, for instance,” he goes on. “Sure, the color compliments your skin… but let’s be honest. There aren’t many colors that don’t compliment your skin. You would’ve looked just as nice wearing the red one, or the green one, or even that black one with the lace around the bottom. But you chose the one that matches my eyes. Why is that, Lia?”
It’s hard to look away from those blue eyes. Lia has never been hypnotized, but she wonders if this is what it feels like… to be in the grasp of a power greater than your own, to be unable to resist the pull of that power. To know that even if you could resist, you wouldn’t want to. “Because you said you’d be looking at me.”
She doesn’t know what he’s expecting her to say, but what she’s said seems to please him. “I see,” is all he says after a moment. He looks over at Suguru, who is perched on the arm of the sofa.
Suguru has been quietly watching the exchange, an affectionate smile on his face. “Don’t be surprised if he dresses you up from now on,” he shrugs. “One of his many taglines should be ‘you know Gojo Satoru likes you when he treats you like a paper doll.’”
“If all the clothes end up looking this nice on me, I don’t think I would mind,” Lia laughs.
Satoru’s face lights up. “In that case, I added a little something to the pile of dresses on your bed just before we left.”
She looks at him expectantly. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you go look for yourself?” His tone is teasing, and it makes her curious.
“Is it something I can wear now?”
He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Well now, that’s up to you.”
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Magnolia - Chapter Sixteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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"Hey." This time it's Satoru who's speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he's saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. "Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?"
"They're looking at you," she points out, as if it isn't obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.
"Couldn't care less," Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru's gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. "I really don't give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with."
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Chapter Sixteen: No Stranger
Approximately three minutes into their outing, Lia is wondering why she let Satoru talk her into this.
The place is dark, noisy, and crowded. She’s astounded at the amount of people packed into such a place so late at night. Don’t these people have work in the morning? Why are so many people at a place like this on a Wednesday night?
Her uneasiness doesn’t show in her features, though. She keeps her expression schooled into something neutral, even as she worries about getting separated from her companions. It would be too easy to get lost in a crowd like this, wouldn’t it?
As if picking up on those worries, Suguru reaches for her hand. It’s a steadying, comforting touch, and it grounds her again. With just that one gesture, the music seems quieter, the crowd less obnoxious, the dark of the dance floor less intimidating.
“It’s okay,” he tells her, when he looks down at her. “You get used to it after a while. And we won’t let you out of our sight. I promise.”
Satoru looks back at the two of them, his smile brilliant and his pretty eyes lit up. Lia can see that he’s completely in his element; he seems to be feeding off of the people and the music and the energy. It’s been so long since she’s been in a place like this… so long that she can barely remember what it felt like.
I used to love dancing even if I never really loved this kind of environment, she remembers. And I did agree to come because I miss it.
It isn’t exactly what she would have chosen to reintroduce herself to something that she used to have such a deep love for, but she’d promised Satoru she would give it a chance. She doesn’t want to break that promise now, not when the night’s only just begun.
Suguru can feel the way her emotions roll and spin around her. He feels her anxiety, her nervousness in this new, unfamiliar environment. He feels her worry, her fear that the crowd will swallow her up and separate her from them. The change in her resolve is slight, but he feels that too.
He squeezes her hand. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, leaning down so she can hear him over the noise.
That he’s acknowledged her effort to try this even though it’s outside of her comfort zone heartens her. It feels good, and she rides the wave of his softly-spoken praise as Satoru grabs hold of her other hand, leading her through the crowd of people. They’re a small chain of bodies linked together, and Lia marvels at the way the crowd seems to part around Satoru, making room for him to get through.
She also doesn’t miss the looks he gets as they pass by. She sees the women as they eye Satoru, their gazes lingering until they notice the little procession he’s leading onto the dance floor. She feels the daggers pointed at where her right hand is joined with Satoru’s and her left is joined with Suguru’s.
If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman many times over.
It makes her resolve falter a bit. Just for a moment, old feelings that she’s tried hard to banish resurface in her mind, thoughts that are reminiscent of the old Lia… the Lia who never claimed anything nice for herself, the Lia who never would have even imagined holding the attention and affection of two men like Suguru and Satoru.
What am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
It was silly of me to get all done up in this ridiculous dress with these ridiculous shoes. I’m out of place here and everyone knows it. I should have just stayed home, comfortable in my sweats and---
“Hey.” This time it’s Satoru who’s speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he’s saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. “Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?”
“They’re looking at you,” she points out, as if it isn’t obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.
“Couldn’t care less,” Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru’s gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. “I really don’t give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with.”
He means it, she knows. He never says anything he doesn’t mean, even if he doesn’t mean to say it.
And so, when the two of them pull her close - Suguru behind her with his arms around her waist, Satoru in front of her with his hands on her hips - she gives in to the loud bass and the frenetic tempo of the music. She allows herself to remember what it was like to shimmy and sway to the beat, to let her body move where the music takes her.
They follow her lead, letting her set the pace and keeping her caged between them. It becomes almost euphoric, the feeling she gets when she happens to glance off to the side every now and again. Those envious gazes that feel like daggers are still very much there… women who have it very clearly written on their faces: how did someone like you manage to end up with those two?
She pushes her hips further back into Suguru and pulls Satoru closer, defiantly meeting a pair of those dagger-eyes across the room even as her heart tries to sound its old familiar beats of anxiety. For Lia to watch the change in that other woman’s facial expression as she basks in the attention of the two men with her is an unfamiliar thing for her.
For the first time in her life she is experiencing the feeling of possessiveness, and it thrills her.
Satoru didn’t lie to her; he has barely taken his eyes off of her and Suguru all night. He watches the silent exchange between Lia and the woman who has been boring holes in his face with her eyes since they started dancing. He sees the way Lia pulls him closer, the way she pushes herself deeper into Suguru’s arms, the way she looks directly at the woman staring at them as if in warning.
“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he grins down at her, when her attention is focused on him once more.
“Hm?” Puzzled, she shakes her head. “Had what?”
“He’s talking about your little possessive streak,” Suguru murmurs in her ear. “We both saw that exchange, you know.”
Lia’s face goes hot. “Well, she wouldn’t stop staring,” she mumbles. “It’s rude to stare at strangers, isn’t it?”
“He said we saw it,” Satoru laughs, patting her hip playfully. “He never said we didn’t like it.”
There isn’t anything indecent or inappropriate about the way they’re touching her. She’s danced with men this way before, long ago. During her college years when she played the part of the happy, outgoing party girl. During her early adult years when she pretended to be a social butterfly. And though it has been many years since the last time she’s done so, she can’t ever remember having felt this way while dancing with someone.
Why does it feel so different? She wonders. Is it just because I’m comfortable with them, because I’m familiar?
She’s sure that accounts for much of the difference. If it were any other man in the club holding her the way these two are, she’s sure she wouldn’t feel the same spark.
She’s almost positive that the little fire that’s been burning low in the pit of her stomach would have gone cold by now if she were just dancing with some other man.
She knows that a stranger would not evoke these feelings in her - the possessiveness, the boldness, the---
Ah.
Desire. That’s what the little fire in her stomach is called. It’s called desire.
It feels different from any time before because of that. Both the man in front of her and the one behind - she desires them.
Satoru inclines his head to the side, studying her as those thoughts run through her head. “For once,” he starts with a grin, “I can actually tell what you’re thinking.”
Lia looks up at him, her eyes meeting those clear, intelligent blue ones. She isn’t sure what expression she’s wearing, but whatever it is makes a smug grin curl up the corners of Satoru’s mouth.
He’s no stranger to advances from women and men alike. There is nothing unusual about people staring at him, fascinated by the charisma and charm he exudes, intrigued by his unusual hair color that didn’t come from a box, drawn to his uncannily blue eyes. He knows that if he were alone in this club - the way he’s been alone in so many others - that he would have received dozens of propositions by now.
Even now, he wonders how many of the people looking at him would be bold enough to approach him despite him very clearly being glued to his two companions. He doesn’t have to look in that direction to see that the woman on the other side of the room is staring at him again. And so, when he lowers his head to kiss Lia, he makes sure his tongue is visible in the split second before he pushes it past her lips.
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And yet, when you touch me, I grow small… and quiet… And happy… If I might only grow small enough To curl up in the hollow of your palm, Your left palm, Curl up, lie close and cling, So that I might know myself always there, …Even if you forgot. -Angelina Weld Grimke, Your Hands
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Magnolia - Chapter Fifteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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Summary:
Sometimes she forgets.
Sometimes it slips her mind that Satoru and Suguru are not just ordinary men; that they are vampires, fueled by the consumption of blood and granted with superhuman strength and speed.
She remembers though, at times like this: when one second she is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the two of them on the other side of the room… and the next second, in the blink of an eye, Satoru is standing right in front of her, his tall frame hovering over her and his presence filling all the space in her personal bubble.
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Chapter Fifteen: The Thirst of Infinite Desire
By now, she’s used to the strong, coppery scent of blood.
She can smell it on them when they come back in. It lingers on their skin, on their clothes, in the air.
It doesn’t bother her as much now. She’s grown accustomed to it, would even venture to say that it’s something she associates with those two.
It’s almost a comfort.
“How was hunting?” She asks, watching Satoru brush his bangs off of his forehead as Suguru locks the door behind them.
“Good,” Satoru tells her, casually. “You should come with us sometime.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Just for fun,” he answers. “It’d be like us going to the grocery store with you.”
It shouldn’t make her laugh - because she doesn’t think he means it as a joke - but she does anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”
Satoru shrugs. “This isn’t news.”
Suguru watches the exchange silently, a fond smile curling his lips.
Satoru crosses the room to where Lia is in just a few strides. “Are you planning on changing before we go out?”
Puzzled, Lia looks up at him. “Am I supposed to?”
Satoru’s expression gives away his answer before his mouth does. “I’m not going out with you when you’re wearing that.”
She can hear Suguru’s soft sigh, but he doesn’t say anything. In the eight months since the three of them have been cohabiting this house together, he has learned to let Lia fight her own Satoru battles. She’s gotten fairly good at knowing which ones she can win and which ones she can’t, and the ones she wins are usually the ones Suguru doesn’t interfere with.
It’s quite pleasant for him, seeing how well she handles Satoru now that she’s comfortable with him.
“Why not?” She asks, looking down at her clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“You look like a funeral director,” Satoru answers bluntly. “We’re going dancing, Lia… it’s not a wake.”
She’s only mildly offended; after all, she owns very few clothes that would be suitable for anything other than lounging around the house, and any argument to the contrary would fall flat in the face of Satoru’s inherent knack for knowing what’s stylish.
This time, she heaves the soft sigh. “These are the fanciest clothes I own, Satoru. Besides, who’s going to be looking at me?”
“I am,” he says. He says it in such a matter-of-fact way. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Suguru. “I swear, you’re two of the prettiest people I’ve ever met, but without me you’d both probably live in hoodies and sweats.”
“I personally don’t see anything wrong with living in hoodies and sweats,” Suguru interjects.
“Just… Wait here.” That's all Satoru says before he disappears upstairs, and Lia and Suguru are left to share a quizzical glance.
They aren’t left wondering for long; Satoru returns shortly with his arms full of hangers. There are clothes draped on each of the hangers, and Lia watches curiously as he lays those clothes flat on the coffee table. “The sizing might be slightly off on some of these, but that isn’t my fault,” he starts. “It’s hard to gauge your shape when you’re always wearing baggy shit.”
Her brow furrows as she looks at the clothes. “What are these?”
“Dresses I bought for you,” Satoru says, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to have done. “So pick one you like and put it on so I can see it.”
Just for a split second, she considers refusing his request. But one look at the dresses and she realizes that she doesn’t actually want to refuse. After all, Satoru knows fashion. If he thinks she’ll look good in one (or all) of them, the chances are that he’s right.
“Fine,” she concedes with another sigh.
“Good girl.”
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And once the thirst of infinite desire Possessed me like a fever, and I said, “I want to feel all radiance, fragrance, fire And joy of life within me, to inspire My soul forever!” And the faerie maid Called me to follow her, and when she spoke It was as if a harp to the soft stroke Of loving hands had wakened suddenly: She syllabled hope’s language, calling me. -Ruben Dario, Autumnal (excerpt)
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She chooses the shimmery blue one, telling herself that it’s because of the way the color compliments her skin and not because it reminds her of Satoru’s eyes.
“Well damn,” he says, when she descends the stairs. He looks over his shoulder at Suguru, who is leaning against the kitchen door jamb. “Am I good, or what?” He looks back at Lia. “So… you chose the blue one, huh?”
Well. She should have known better than to think he wouldn’t notice. “It goes well with my skin tone,” she offers.
“Mmhm.” He gives her a knowing look, and Suguru stifles a snort. It makes her face flush; neither of these men are stupid.
“Anyway, shouldn’t the two of you be getting ready?” She points out, redirecting the conversation and staving off the chance for any follow-up questions about why she chose the color she chose. “If I can’t go dressed like a funeral director, you’re not allowed to go covered in the scent of blood.”
Sometimes she forgets.
Sometimes it slips her mind that Satoru and Suguru are not just ordinary men; that they are vampires, fueled by the consumption of blood and granted with superhuman strength and speed.
She remembers though, at times like this: when one second she is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the two of them on the other side of the room… and the next second, in the blink of an eye, Satoru is standing right in front of her, his tall frame hovering over her and his presence filling all the space in her personal bubble.
“What, you don’t like the scent of blood?” He’s grinning at her, hands braced on either side of the bannister rails, his arms caging her in. She is used to this, him being so close. It’s just the way Satoru is… invading personal space, comfortable with casual touching, his presence always slightly intruding.
Before, it would have bothered her.
But now, it makes those things she feels harder to ignore. He’s close enough for her to smell the aforementioned scent of blood, but beneath it there is also the unmistakable scent of him… a scent she has become familiar with, a scent that sparks something in her that is dangerously close to the feeling she knows as desire.
Satoru knows it, and he’s aware that she knows it, too.
Suguru watches the exchange from his place in the kitchen doorway. He’s no stranger to the effect that Satoru has on people, men and women alike. Satoru is magnetic, charismatic, and appealing. Suguru has watched something develop between those two for the past eight months, something that started as a tiny bud and has blossomed over time into a bigger, more noticeable bouquet of feelings.
Lia looks up, up, up at Satoru’s face. She marvels once more at how the fabric of the dress she chose really does perfectly match the blue of his eyes. Absently she wonders why she isn’t surprised at what she sees in those eyes of his, why it doesn’t make her want to run to her bedroom and bury herself under the covers, out of his sight. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” she says quietly, catching her bottom lip in her teeth.
Satoru’s line of sight follows the movement, his gaze falling on her mouth. “So you do like it?” He asks, his voice low.
He isn’t even touching her, but his gaze holds so much weight that it almost feels like a physical caress. It drives all coherent thought out of her head and warms something low in the pit of her stomach… loosens her tongue and her inhibitions. She wonders if he possesses some sort of magic, or if it is just him being him that makes her feel this way. “Only on you.”
Her response seems to please him. “Hm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, leaning back slightly without lowering his arms. “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he adds after a moment. He reaches out, flashing her a grin and running his thumb along her bottom lip before moving past her to ascend the stairs. “Suguru,” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom, “we should get ready… our princess has been waiting for us long enough, don’t you think?”
Our princess? She looks at Suguru. He crosses the room at a leisurely pace, his smile gentle as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “I would ask you if you’re surprised,” he starts, “but you’re not… are you?”
Even with him speaking so vaguely, Lia knows what he means. “No, not really,” she admits. “His face doesn’t really hide anything.”
It makes him laugh. “It doesn’t,” he agrees. Sobering up, he looks closely at her. “And what about you?”
Once again, she knows him well enough to know what he’s asking without him having to say it directly. “Would it bother you if… if I told you it was something I’ve been wanting for a while now?”
He laughs again. “Why would it? I didn’t want you to think we weren’t interested, but I haven’t asked you because I figured you’d want some time to figure out if it was something you wanted.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “But to hear you say it now? Well… I can’t deny that it makes me happy.”
With that, he moves past her. “We’ll be ready before long, Princess,” he laughs, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
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OH MY GOD LUNA
YOU CANNOT KNOW HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME THAT YOU'RE WRITING FOR WIND BREAKER NOW
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Title: Rooftop Pairing: Hajime Umemiya x reader | Wind Breaker Rating: M CWs: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, suggestive memories and heavy flirting, aged-up Umemiya, canon divergent, AU, teacher!Umemiya, reader-insert, Umemiya calls you "princess" once but there are no gender mentions, second person pov Summary: Umemiya finally has time to spend on his crops, and you accompany him on a summery Sunday morning. Word count: 1k A/N: I never would’ve guessed I’d like Wind Breaker but here I am, obsessed…

A quick sweat drop slides down Umemiya’s temple, but he is too busy weeding to notice. He keeps his crops healthy, but the summer holiday has involved much more work than anticipated. So now that it’s a Sunday and he has finally advanced enough in his tasks, he is taking a much-needed breather on the rooftop.
You are sitting down in the shade, under the same pergola Umemiya built during his high school days. Now that he is a teacher in his alma mater, you can’t help but daydream about the magnificent projects he must be building now, too.
“Babe, come see the peppers!” His voice carries well in the open air, strong and solid, yet cheerful. How does he look when he’s teaching? You walk towards him and wonder if the troublesome teens who seek refuge in Fuurin find shelter in his strict yet loving personality. “We can have some tonight!” The excitement seeps through the wrinkles that are forming around his eyes.
Crouching down next to him, you observe how he harvests the green peppers with the ease that comes with experience. There’s a blinding smile on his slightly tanned face, and suddenly you feel you can exhale more deeply. Maybe Umemiya is right after all. Maybe the answer to finding more joy is all in cultivating your own food.
When he finally puts the basket down, he turns towards you and quickly leans in to peck you on the cheek.
“Ume-sensei, how dare you break the rules like this?” You feign surprise. “You are a model for the students!”
The relaxed smile is almost teasing on his lips, and you can’t tell if he’s amused by your performance, or if he simply enjoyed the surprise kiss. “I couldn’t resist.”
“You’re trying to tell me that, surrounded by all your beautiful and luscious plants, you’re getting distracted by me? Pssh—”
“Always,” he interrupts. “I can’t wait to go home and eat these peppers. And then eat you, too.” You hit his arm before he can think of winking. “What? You know it’s true.”
The glimmer in his eyes tells you he is up to no good, and before you can think about it further, Umemiya moves and sinks his teeth into your exposed shoulder. It’s a light bite and he lets go quickly, but not without caressing your skin with his lips.
“Is this why you were happy I wore a tank top today?” You look at him with half-lidded eyes. He simply shrugs, and the gesture seems to make him look younger. “Get ready for revenge when we get home.”
“You know I love having your marks all over me.” Umemiya’s confident words make memories float in your mind’s eye. His bare torso covered in love bites. That one time you left lipstick stains all over his face and he insisted on not wiping it off until bedtime. How he went as far as teasing you about placing a mirror next to the bed. Recalling that time makes you even more aware of how hot it is on the rooftop. “Do you want a cold treat to freshen you up, princess?” As if he read your mind, he starts walking away into the shade under the pergola.
You follow him and once you’re sat down on one of the cushions, you realise there is a small cooler you’ve never seen before. He opens it and hands you two popsicles.
“Choose the one you prefer. I’ll wrap up quickly.” Before he has even finished the sentence, he runs to finish taking care of his beloved crops and tidy up.
You unwrap one of them and sigh as you feel the ice melting and cooling your tongue. Observing Umemiya’s swift actions, you unwrap the other one when he’s approaching you and hand it to him.
He takes your hand and takes a bite off the popsicle, making some ice break into smaller pieces and fall on your hand.
“You’re making a mess, Ume!” You laugh as you see a watery drop sliding down his chin. “Take the popsicle already.” He obliges, but before you can pull away your hand, he takes it with his free hand and licks off the remaining bits of ice. “You didn’t bring tissues, did you?”
“We don’t need them.” You roll your eyes at the goofy smile he’s giving you.
You finish the treats when a soft breeze starts greeting the greenery. As you get up and face away from him, Umemiya suddenly gets a wicked idea.
“Eep!” You yelp the moment you feel a wet and cold sensation on your exposed nape. Turning around quickly, you see Umemiya licking his lips. “Did you just lick me?”
“My tongue’s still cold, right?” The smile he has plastered all over his face is even bigger than before. You pout and use the popsicle stick to boop him on the nose. He quickly moves his head and bites it, preventing you from hitting him again.
“What’s going on?” You inquire, arching an eyebrow. Umemiya can be playful, but even if it’s the weekend, you’re still at his workplace.
“I told you, didn’t I? You’re always on my mind.”
You quickly turn around to make sure the rooftop is as empty as when you two came in. Then, before Umemiya can react, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Payback,” you whisper, and giggling, you turn around and start running towards the door. It takes Umemiya a few seconds to process what you just did, seconds in which his mouth opens slightly, and the popsicle stick he had bitten off your hand falls to the floor.
“Payback…?” He mutters, the word activating something inside his brain. Scrambling to pick the stick up the floor, and grabbing the cooler, he starts running after you. “I’ll give you payback!”
Your laughter mixes and dissolves in the summer air, and for a second, his beloved plants shine brighter and healthier than ever.

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Magnolia - Chapter Fourteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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He looks away from her, his eyes on the magnolia tree visible through the window. "I guess what I'm saying is, this is the first time I've ever felt like Suguru's found someone else he'd want to stick around for a while."
"I can't understand why," Lia murmurs, dropping her gaze to the table once more.
"Neither can I," Satoru shrugs, his eyes on her again. His bluntly honest words hurt.
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Chapter Fourteen: The Seedling
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Satoru lifts his head to look up at him. “I thought you liked it when I was quiet,” he teases, reaching up and winding a loose strand of Suguru’s hair around his finger.
Suguru rolls his eyes, though there is no real annoyance in the expression. “I have never said, thought, or implied that.”
“Never,” Satoru agrees, lowering his hand and flopping back down to rest his head on Suguru’s lap once more. “You love me.”
“I do.”
“Even after all these years?” He asks after a moment, purposely keeping his tone light. Nothing to suggest the slightest hint of insecurity or uncertainty. A nonchalant question, posed more out of formality than a need to be reassured.
Suguru is not fooled. He knows Satoru better than anyone else, after all.
“Especially after all these years. You haven’t figured that out by now? You’re stuck with me.” He looks at him. “Have I said or done something to make you feel differently?”
There is only a split second pause before Satoru answers, and when he does, Suguru has to bite back a smile at his pout. “No… but you’ve always been better at handling it when I’m with someone else than I am when you’re with someone else.”
“I wonder,” hums Suguru thoughtfully. “Maybe I’m just better at hiding it, hm? Is this about Amelia?” He knows that it is, but he also knows that trying to force Satoru to talk about it when he isn’t ready will yield him nothing. Once again he is reminded of all the ways Satoru and Lia are similar.
He keeps this one to himself.
“She reminds me of you,” Satoru tells him. It isn’t a direct answer to his question, but he knows that it means Lia has been on Satoru’s mind, and he has to smile at the irony of it.
“How so?” He asks patiently, neutrally.
Satoru shifts, sliding up in bed until his back is flush with the pillows resting against the headboard. “She’s so hard to read,” he starts. “I can read you because I know you. But she’s quiet. She doesn’t smile a lot, and I can’t sense her emotions like you can. Sometimes I think I might see it - a glimpse of whatever it is that you love about her - but she doesn’t show it to me, not intentionally.”
“Well, it did take you years to learn to read me the way you have,” Suguru reminds him. “But she’s not nearly as closed off as I was when you and I met.”
Satoru raises both eyebrows at him skeptically. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“It’s supposed to encourage you to keep trying,” he laughs. “You know, I wasn’t going to mention this, but her feelings are clearer than you think they are. You just can’t see them yet.”
“Any chance you’re gonna help me out with what that means?”
Suguru considers leaving him in the dark; after all, he wants Satoru and Lia to come to know each other at their own pace. But it is obvious that Satoru is trying, and for that, Suguru thinks he deserves an assist. “She likes you,” he shrugs. “But she’s worried about what it means for her… you being back.”
“Why the hell would she be worried about me?”
Suguru reaches up, poking Satoru’s cheek. “Because neither of you seem to understand that it’s possible for me to love more than one person,” he sighs. “You both keep thinking - and hinting - that I’m going to ‘choose’ one of you over the other. She’s insinuating that she was just a placeholder, and you seem to have it in your head that you’ve been replaced. Neither of those things is true.”
“I never said I felt like I was being replaced.” Satoru is pouting again.
“You never said it,” Suguru agrees. “But I know you thought it.”
The other man goes uncharacteristically silent again.
In the silence, Satoru’s phone chimes. He retrieves it from the nightstand, his eyebrows going up once more - this time in surprise - when he sees who the message is from. “She made pancakes,” he reports, showing Lia’s message to Suguru.
“Then you should go down and eat some,” Suguru asserts. “She was nice enough to make your favorite breakfast - and to tell you about it, not me,” he adds pointedly.
Satoru is out of bed in a second, pulling on clothes. “Are you coming down?” He asks, his voice muffled into the fabric of the shirt he’s pulling over his head.
“No,” he answers unhesitatingly, biting back a knowing smile. “I’m not in the mood for pancakes so I’m going back to sleep.” He burrows into the pillows, closing his eyes. A split second later he opens them again, and this time he does smile. “Enjoy your breakfast, though.”
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If there is one thing Lia finds herself grateful for as she sits across the table from him, it is this:
Gojo Satoru couldn’t hide his feelings even if he wanted to.
He’s so expressive, so openly emotive that whatever he’s feeling will show on his face whether he’s trying to convey it or not. It’s how she can guess what he might be thinking at any given time, and how she’s able to gauge his moods from day to day.
And it’s how now, she knows that her pancakes have passed the Gojo Satoru taste test. For someone who doesn’t actually need to eat human food, Satoru is an exceptionally picky eater, and she’s been nervous about debuting these pancakes for him since she decided on making them two days ago.
“These are good,” he says around a mouthful of them. He eats like he does everything else - dramatically, with gusto.
“I’m glad you like them,” she says, relief clear in her voice.
“Suguru’s missing out.”
“Although he doesn’t care too much for sweet breakfasts,” she muses thoughtfully. Two seconds after she says it, she realizes what it may have sounded like to him. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I didn’t mean that to imply I know more about him than you do---”
“You might,” Satoru shrugs, peering at her with those bright eyes. “You’ve spent more time with him in person than I have lately. A lot more.”
It doesn’t sound like an accusation, but it makes her feel that way. She falls silent, unsure of how to respond.
He doesn’t seem to notice the awkward silence that ensues, still focused on his breakfast.
“It was never my intention to stay here,” she offers quietly, her eyes on her own plate.
“I know.” He sounds more nonchalant than she would expect.
“So I’m sorry if it’s caused any trouble---”
His laughter cuts her off. Puzzled, she gapes at him.
“You really do apologize for everything, don’t you?” He sits back in his chair, pushing his empty plate away from him. “You know what he said to me, just a few minutes before I came down here?”
Lia wouldn’t even begin to know how to guess the answer. Instead, she shakes her head, the gesture silently acknowledging that she wants him to tell her.
Satoru leans forward, his elbows on the table. “He said that neither of us seem to understand that it’s possible for him to love more than one person.”
She blinks at him.
“It’s never bothered me before,” he sighs. “He’s been with other people, and so have I. When you live as long as we do, you’re bound to meet other people you bond with, other people you feel a connection with. But I think,” he goes on, “that in the back of my mind, I always knew it was all superficial. That no matter how long we were away from each other, no matter how much temporary fun we had with other people, there would only ever be one person for me… and one person for him.”
He looks away from her, his eyes on the magnolia tree visible through the window. “I guess what I’m saying is, this is the first time I’ve ever felt like Suguru’s found someone else he’d want to stick around for a while.”
“I can’t understand why,” Lia murmurs, dropping her gaze to the table once more.
“Neither can I,” Satoru shrugs, his eyes on her again. His bluntly honest words hurt. “But Suguru doesn’t choose people based on whims or shallow feelings. He’s different from me in that way,” he continues, laughing a little self-deprecatingly. “So if he loves you - which he does - there’s a good reason why. Maybe several good reasons.”
She looks at him helplessly.
“Don’t look so sad about it,” he grins at her. “I’m telling you I want you to stick around, too. Not just because he feels that way, but because I want to find out why he feels that way.”
His words surprise her. She looks up at him. “Do you mean that?”
“I never say anything I don’t mean, even if I don’t mean to say it,” he answers, and she believes him. “So stay here. And who knows?” He grins at her. “You might get to know me and discover you love me more than him.”
This time, it’s Satoru who’s surprised - she actually giggles.
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As a quiet little seedling Lay within its darksome bed, To itself it fell a-talking, And this is what it said: “I am not so very robust, But I’ll do the best I can;” And the seedling from that moment Its work of life began. Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Seedling (excerpt)
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Magnolia - Chapter Thirteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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"Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way."
"You say that now," she murmurs. "But your feelings might change."
Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn't want her to think he's annoyed with her, because he isn't. He is frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own.
"Maybe," he concedes, even though he's tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. "But until they do, I want you to stay." He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he's given her before. "So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?"
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Chapter Thirteen: The Heart Recalcitrant
“I want you to stay.”
His words are muffled into her sweater. She’s still holding him, cradling his head close to her chest, her fingers absently working their way through his hair. He finds it soothing.
“I know it sounds awfully selfish of me,” Suguru continues, raising his head to look up at her. “To tell you what I want without even asking you if you want it too. But I don’t want you to go.”
Lia tries to ignore the way her breath hitches in her chest at what he’s said… the way her heart reaches out with both hands to cling to the hope those words have given her. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly, her gaze sliding away from him and landing somewhere across the room. “Satoru’s back and you--- you don’t need me now that he’s here.”
His brows furrow. “Is that what you think?”
“Well… he was always going to come back,” she points out with a shrug that’s much too nonchalant for the subject matter and what she’s feeling right now. She knows, however, that her voice is trembling and that negates her attempt to be casual. Still, she continues. “I knew that he would come back someday, and I just figured that when he did, you two would pick up where you left off and…” She trails off, unsure how to finish the thought.
She won’t look at him. He wishes that she would.
There is an ache in his chest, one he knows is not tied to the feelings that memories of Nanako and Mimiko evoke. This ache is altogether different, connected directly with her. What she’s said - he knows that’s not how she really feels. He can see by the set of her jaw and the tight line of her lips that she doesn’t believe the words she’s let come out of her mouth.
And it makes him sad, knowing that her words are reminiscent of the Lia of a year ago. The Lia he’d found bleeding and dying in the woods, the one who was determined to welcome death because she felt she didn’t fit anywhere in life. That is the source of the ache in his chest, and he will be damned if he lets that woman come back and overtake the one she’s worked hard to change herself into.
He sits up properly to face her and to force her to face him. “Having Satoru back and wanting you to stay aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.” He speaks softly to her, the way he always does. “Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way.”
“You say that now,” she murmurs. “But your feelings might change.”
Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn’t want her to think he’s annoyed with her, because he isn’t. He’s frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own.
“Maybe,” he concedes, even though he’s tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. “But until they do, I want you to stay.” He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he’s given her before. “So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?”
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Does the heart grieve on, After its grief is gone Like a slow ship moving Across its own oblivion? Heart! Heart! Do you not know That I have conquered pain, Have parted from my woe? That my proud feet have found their path again, After the pathless heights-long after- And that my hands have learned to bless Their overflowing emptiness, My lips grown reconciled to laughter? -Leonora Speyer, The Heart Recalcitrant
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There is nothing remarkable about this woman, Satoru thinks.
Sure, she is pretty… but pretty women are a dime a dozen, and he knows that has never been the sort of thing that turns Suguru’s head anyway.
Besides that, there is nothing flashy about her, nothing that stands out and demands attention. She moves into, out of, and through the spaces of their home without being noticed, without making her presence known. She doesn’t take up space. She acquiesces. She is quiet and calm, a book with a nondescript cover, a book Satoru isn’t quite sure how to open.
Even now, after weeks of him being there, she’s still reserved around him. Satoru doesn’t think it’s because she’s afraid of him. It feels more like caution, or the apprehension that she will say or do something wrong.
“She’s boring,” he complains one day, as he stands at the kitchen window and watches her. She’s sitting under the branches of the magnolia tree as she so often does, a book in her lap and a mug of tea next to her. “She doesn’t do anything.”
Suguru moves to the window to join him, his gaze following Satoru’s to where Lia is sitting. “Is she supposed to?”
“I don’t know. It feels like she should.” Satoru shrugs.
“Satoru… She’s not here to entertain you,” the other man says reproachfully. “She’s a person with her own interests. Maybe you should try to find out what some of those interests are.”
“She likes that tree and she likes reading. Those are her interests.”
“Those aren’t her only interests,” Suguru points out. “I think you’d be surprised at some of the things the two of you have in common.”
“Oh?” This seems to pique Satoru’s own interest. “Like what?”
“Don’t be lazy.” The smile that accompanies those words is smug and knowing. “If you want to know, you have to find out for yourself.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
Suguru’s eyes drift to the window again, and he laughs as he looks a little closer at the book in Lia’s lap. “You could start by asking her what she’s reading.”
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Her tea has long since gone cold, neglected in favor of the story she’s now fully invested in. She’s so engrossed in the pages of the book that she doesn’t even hear the back door open and close; nor does she hear footsteps crunching over autumn leaves as Satoru makes his way towards her.
It isn’t until he’s standing right over her that she notices him. She barely has time to register the surprise she feels before he’s settling himself at the other end of the blanket spread out beneath her.
Cautiously, she looks up at him. “Hi,” she offers after a moment. Her eyes are slightly guarded, the way they always are when she speaks to him.
“Yo.” He cocks his head to the side, looking at the cover of the book in her hand. “You like that one?”
And just like that, her entire face lights up, the shield that had been there just a moment ago dropped and forgotten. Her eyes are shining as she leans forward excitedly. “It’s so good! Have you read it?”
Oh, he thinks. So that’s what she looks like when she’s excited about something. He’s slightly dismayed to find himself a bit stunned, stunned enough that there’s a lag in his brain’s processing time when she asks him the question. He recovers quickly though, flashing her a grin. “Not in a very long time. And probably never again.”
Crestfallen, she leans back again. He feels a little guilty about being the reason the light has left her eyes. “Oh… did you not like it?”
“Nah, I loved it… but it took me twenty-seven months to write it,” he adds casually, “and by the time it was all done, I swore I’d never look at it again.”
She stares at him with those big brown eyes.
Then she blinks hard at him.
He can see the exact moment when his words sink in and she processes what they mean. He sees the way her chest rises beneath the oversized hoodie she’s wearing as she takes a deep breath in preparation to speak.
“You wrote this?” He barely has time to nod before she’s opening her mouth again, and suddenly the questions come pouring out of her like water from a faucet. “Where did you get the inspiration? Was this based on a true story? Did you write it all in one go in twenty-seven months, or did you take breaks? How did you come up with your pen name? Wh--” She stops herself mid-question, clapping her free hand over her mouth as her eyes go wide. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to bombard you with questions. It’s a bad habit of mine---”
“You shouldn’t apologize for things you don’t need to apologize for,” he laughs. “Isn’t that what Suguru always tells you?”
She’s staring at him again. This time, there is nothing guarded in her expression - he can see clearly the curiosity and excitement there, and the effort she’s making to hold herself back.
“I don’t mind answering all your questions, but it’s chilly out here,” he starts, rising to his feet and holding out his hand. “You should come inside - your tea’s probably cold too, and Suguru has got the fire going.”
Hesitantly, she reaches up and takes the hand he’s offering, letting him pull her to her feet. “Thank you,” she says, when he helps her gather her things.
“Yep.”
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Special Day

Rating: G Media: Bleach Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Birthday Event Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship
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“Do you think you would know me, in another life?”
“Nah.” His reply is immediate - he doesn’t spare even one second thinking about it - and her whole body deflates a little at how quickly he has answered.
“...oh.” It’s just one word, but she has a hard time keeping the disappointment out of it.
Grimmjow turns his head to look at her. “That hurt your feelings?”
“No,” she huffs, turning her own head so he can’t see her face. “Why would it?”
There’s a pause, and then her ears are met with the sound of the sheets rustling. It’s probably an indication that he’s got his whole body turned to face her now, but she keeps her gaze focused away from him. “It did,” he rebuts, and she tries to ignore the smile in his voice.
“So what if it did?” She mumbles defensively. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”
“Ah,” he says quietly, sobering up. There’s more rustling, and suddenly she finds herself enveloped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and his scent. “Sorry. Guess I shoulda explained what I meant by that, hm?”
She shrugs, unwilling to give in just yet.
“Not everybody’s lucky,” he starts, when it’s clear she’s not planning on speaking. “Or unlucky, I guess… dependin’ on how you look at it. See, I know this ain’t my first life,” he goes on, pulling her closer and burying his nose in the soft skin at the nape of her neck. “But knowin’ that is rare, and rememberin’ the life that came before the one you live now is even rarer.”
She wants to ask what he means. She bites her tongue.
It’s just as well; he goes on talking anyway. “I don’t remember my human life before. Who I was, where I lived, what kinda person I was.” He chuckles. “Must’ve been a special kinda bastard to end up where I did though, don’t ya think?”
“You know that isn’t true,” she finally says. “You ended up as a hollow, but that doesn’t mean you were a bad person. It could’ve just been that they didn’t get to you in time. The Shinigami, I mean.”
She feels him shrug, feels the way his shoulders shift and his chest rises and falls with the deep breath he takes. “Yeah, well… we’ll never know now, will we?”
She isn’t sure what to say to that.
“Anyway,” he continues. “Point is - I don’t remember my past life. Don’t remember nothin’ about myself or anybody else that was there with me. So if I met ya before,” he goes on, pressing his lips to her temple, “I don’t remember. I don’t know ya.”
What he’s said makes perfect sense. Somehow, though, she still feels the little pang of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. “I get that,” she says quietly.
“But just because I don’t know ya,” he says, putting a finger on her chin and turning her head slightly so he can look into her eyes, “don’t mean I wouldn’t still love ya.” He flashes her a grin - the kind that only she gets to see - and suddenly that disappointment in the pit of her stomach turns into a familiar fluttering of affection.
“You scoundrel,” she whispers, shifting her body to bury her face in his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs, bringing one hand up and cradling her head. “But ya love me anyway, don’t ya?”
“More than you know,” she answers honestly, lifting her head to look up at him again. “That’s why I let you get away with so much - you should know that by now.”
“Lucky man I am - and gettin’ ya all to myself for the day, too.”
“Well,” she laughs, “it’s just for today, you know. With it being your special day and all. And the others will be back tomorrow morning.”
“Twenty-four hours, that was the deal.” He hums in agreement. “Still don’t quite get the whole concept of celebratin’ my birthday when I don’t even really know how old I am,” he asserts, “but if it means I get whatever I want one day a year, I won’t argue with it.”
“And what you want is to stay in bed all day?” She raises an eyebrow at him, skeptically.
“Maybe not all day,” he shrugs, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just long enough to get a few things done…” He trails off, his lips now far more invested in tasting her skin than finishing his thoughts. She squirms, but makes no attempt to flee from his embrace.
“You’re a menace,” she giggles, the last word turning into a shriek as he presses his fingers to all her ticklish spots.
“Yeah, but I’m your menace.”
“Well,” she concedes a little breathlessly. “I can’t argue with that.” He stills his fingers for a moment, and it’s long enough for her to meet his eyes and offer him a soft smile.
“Happy Birthday, Grimmjow.”
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Special Day

Rating: G Media: Bleach Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Birthday Event Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship
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Part Six of The House That Valerie Built
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“Do you think you would know me, in another life?”
“Nah.” His reply is immediate - he doesn’t spare even one second thinking about it - and her whole body deflates a little at how quickly he has answered.
“...oh.” It’s just one word, but she has a hard time keeping the disappointment out of it.
Grimmjow turns his head to look at her. “That hurt your feelings?”
“No,” she huffs, turning her own head so he can’t see her face. “Why would it?”
There’s a pause, and then her ears are met with the sound of the sheets rustling. It’s probably an indication that he’s got his whole body turned to face her now, but she keeps her gaze focused away from him. “It did,” he rebuts, and she tries to ignore the smile in his voice.
“So what if it did?” She mumbles defensively. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”
“Ah,” he says quietly, sobering up. There’s more rustling, and suddenly she finds herself enveloped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and his scent. “Sorry. Guess I shoulda explained what I meant by that, hm?”
She shrugs, unwilling to give in just yet.
“Not everybody’s lucky,” he starts, when it’s clear she’s not planning on speaking. “Or unlucky, I guess… dependin’ on how you look at it. See, I know this ain’t my first life,” he goes on, pulling her closer and burying his nose in the soft skin at the nape of her neck. “But knowin’ that is rare, and rememberin’ the life that came before the one you live now is even rarer.”
She wants to ask what he means. She bites her tongue.
It’s just as well; he goes on talking anyway. “I don’t remember my human life before. Who I was, where I lived, what kinda person I was.” He chuckles. “Must’ve been a special kinda bastard to end up where I did though, don’t ya think?”
“You know that isn’t true,” she finally says. “You ended up as a hollow, but that doesn’t mean you were a bad person. It could’ve just been that they didn’t get to you in time. The Shinigami, I mean.”
She feels him shrug, feels the way his shoulders shift and his chest rises and falls with the deep breath he takes. “Yeah, well… we’ll never know now, will we?”
She isn’t sure what to say to that.
“Anyway,” he continues. “Point is - I don’t remember my past life. Don’t remember nothin’ about myself or anybody else that was there with me. So if I met ya before,” he goes on, pressing his lips to her temple, “I don’t remember. I don’t know ya.”
What he’s said makes perfect sense. Somehow, though, she still feels the little pang of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. “I get that,” she says quietly.
“But just because I don’t know ya,” he says, putting a finger on her chin and turning her head slightly so he can look into her eyes, “don’t mean I wouldn’t still love ya.” He flashes her a grin - the kind that only she gets to see - and suddenly that disappointment in the pit of her stomach turns into a familiar fluttering of affection.
“You scoundrel,” she whispers, shifting her body to bury her face in his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs, bringing one hand up and cradling her head. “But ya love me anyway, don’t ya?”
“More than you know,” she answers honestly, lifting her head to look up at him again. “That’s why I let you get away with so much - you should know that by now.”
“Lucky man I am - and gettin’ ya all to myself for the day, too.”
“Well,” she laughs, “it’s just for today, you know. With it being your special day and all. And the others will be back tomorrow morning.”
“Twenty-four hours, that was the deal.” He hums in agreement. “Still don’t quite get the whole concept of celebratin’ my birthday when I don’t even really know how old I am,” he asserts, “but if it means I get whatever I want one day a year, I won’t argue with it.”
“And what you want is to stay in bed all day?” She raises an eyebrow at him, skeptically.
“Maybe not all day,” he shrugs, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just long enough to get a few things done…” He trails off, his lips now far more invested in tasting her skin than finishing his thoughts. She squirms, but makes no attempt to flee from his embrace.
“You’re a menace,” she giggles, the last word turning into a shriek as he presses his fingers to all her ticklish spots.
“Yeah, but I’m your menace.”
“Well,” she concedes a little breathlessly. “I can’t argue with that.” He stills his fingers for a moment, and it’s long enough for her to meet his eyes and offer him a soft smile.
“Happy Birthday, Grimmjow.”
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Magnolia - Chapter Twelve

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Implied/Reference Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut
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Minors, DNI.
Summary:
“Well, immortality is an edge, isn’t it?”
“It’s the sharpest edge,” Suguru laughs. “And it can cut deep.”
She isn’t sure what to say to that. So she keeps quiet, sensing that he has more to say anyway.
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Chapter Twelve: Haunted
After dinner, Satoru excuses himself under the guise of going to have a shower of his own. But as he pushes back from the table, he catches Lia’s eye, and she knows instantly that his absence is meant to give her time to talk to Suguru alone.
“He’s more considerate than he seems, isn’t he?” Suguru murmurs quietly, his eyes following Lia’s gaze as she watches Satoru take his seemingly boundless energy up the stairs with him.
She turns to face him. “He’s…” She trails off, struggling to find the right words and coming up empty. How does one even begin to describe a man like Gojo Satoru? She has only been in his company for a few hours, and she finds that she already has so much to say about him that can’t be put into words.
Suguru seems to understand. “He is,” he agrees, as though he’s extracted the half-formed thoughts from her head and read them. “That’s Satoru.”
There’s a soft smile on his face as he says it, and it makes something in Lia’s chest tighten. While it is an emotion that she cannot readily identify, the fleeting thought that accompanies it has her wondering if there is still a place for her here… now that this force of nature has reentered Suguru’s life.
He reaches for the open bottle of wine on the coffee table, filling both their glasses. “You know,” he starts, shifting on the sofa to face her, “most purebloods stick together. They look down on humans, considering themselves to be superior… as if the ability to live forever somehow makes you a better person.”
“Well, immortality is an edge, isn’t it?”
“It’s the sharpest edge,” Suguru laughs. “And it can cut deep.”
She isn’t sure what to say to that. So she keeps quiet, sensing that he has more to say anyway.
“I’ve always had a soft spot for humans,” he goes on. “A long time ago, I took in two human children. They were little girls - sisters,” he clarifies. “Their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they’d been abandoned by their parents. They couldn’t fend for themselves, so I cared for them, and came to love them like they were my own daughters.”
Lia’s chest tightens for a different reason this time. She’s sure this story isn’t going to have a happy ending. Suguru has chosen to tell it, though, and so she senses it’s something he needs her to hear.
“The others didn’t like that. They were annoyed that I’d grown so close to two humans. The general attitude is that humans are only good for three things: providing a food source, turning them to make more vampires, or using them for entertainment. But the girls were sweet and kept to themselves for the most part. They knew what we were, but it didn’t seem to bother them and they didn’t seem to have the desire to leave… So for a while, things were fine.
“One day though,” he goes on, “I’d gone out, leaving the girls at home. Satoru was away too, on one of his many long trips to whatever country he happened to be obsessed with at the time. I wasn’t gone long, but it was long enough. I found the girls… and I knew exactly who had done what had been done to them. Everything about the scene that was waiting for me had his signature all over it. Like he wanted me to know who had done it.”
“His… signature?” The words come out barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah,” Suguru affirms, and he can do nothing to hide the bitterness in his voice. It hurts, even after all these years. “It was the same signature he’d leave whenever he found a human woman he was interested in. His MO was mutilation… and assault.”
Lia knows from the emphasis he puts on the word exactly what kind of assault it was, and her stomach turns sickly. “But they were just little girls, weren’t they?”
He nods. “I was livid,” he continues. His voice is tight with held-back emotion. “I went to the elders in our community to report it and demand punishment. But not only did they refuse to punish the person who had done it, they blamed me for taking the girls in in the first place. ‘What did you think was going to happen?’ They asked me. ‘Humans don’t belong here, and you should have known better than to think they’d be welcomed with open arms.’”
She can feel anger bubbling up inside of her. I wasn’t even there, she thinks, and I’m upset. I can’t imagine how he must have felt.
“It hit me then, that things would never change,” Suguru asserts quietly. “It disgusted me, the way they all treated humans… pretending to be the same to lure them in, and then feeding on them and discarding them when they no longer had any use for them. It made me sick, and I… I suppose I just snapped.”
There it is again - that tightness in his voice, that strained emotion just beneath the surface of his words.
“You must have been devastated,” Lia murmurs. “To have loved them like your own daughters… you were grieving, too.”
“I don’t want you to think that what I did was done in the heat of the moment,” Suguru tells her. He lowers his head, looking directly into her eyes to make sure she understands what he’s getting at. “It takes special effort even for one pureblood to kill another, and my murders were premeditated. They were carefully planned out.”
Lia nods. “You once called it ‘heinous shit,’” she remembers. “And even then, I told you that I thought for someone as kind as you to end up killing other people, you were probably pushed to a point where you felt like you had to.” She offers him a smile, though it’s a little sad. “My feelings about that haven’t changed, even after knowing some of the details.”
The smile he offers her in return is laced with sadness, but it is also tinged with gratitude. “The community wanted me executed for what I’d done,” he sighs. “Because killing humans was apparently no big deal, but I’d committed a grave sin in killing other vampires. Even more so that they were purebloods,” he adds. “Satoru’s family holds a lot of influence, and he persuaded them not to execute me. It was the only time in his life that Satoru’s ever begged for anything, and I’ll always be grateful to him for it. But I was… no longer welcome there.”
“I’m sorry.” She reaches for his hand, squeezing it. “That must have hurt you.”
“It didn’t sting as much as it could have at the time, since Satoru came with me. We bought this house together,” he explains, looking around the living room. “We lived here together for the first few years. But he’s never been the type to settle in one place for long… so it’s just been me for the past few decades.”
Suguru looks at her, wondering what she thinks about all he’s said, wondering if it makes her see him any differently.
The dull ache that’s been in her chest since he started talking intensifies as she processes everything that he’s told her. “I hope,” she starts quietly, “that you at least got to properly lay them to rest - Nanako and Mimiko,” she adds. “And to send them off to their next life with the same love and care you showed them while they were with you in this one.”
Her words surprise him, but what surprises him even more are his tears.
Lia says nothing further. Instead, she envelops him in her open arms, for once feeling like she can give him the same comfort he’s given her so many times before.
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Uneasy was the man who wandered, brooding, His face a little whiter than the dusk. A drone of sultry wings flicker’d in his head. The end of sunset burning thro’ the boughs Died in a smear of red; exhausted hours Cumber’d, and ugly sorrows hemmed him in. -Siegfried Sassoon, Haunted
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Endo Yamato x Female Reader Warnings: blood, mild violence, unprotected sex, Endo is his own warning, both characters are consenting adults in the universe this takes place in
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Endo Yamato who is absolutely obsessed with the thought of anyone who has a passion for fighting - a cause is not necessary; he loves it when people fight just for the hell of it
Endo Yamato who thinks nothing of you when he meets you, fooled by your calm demeanor and quiet words
Endo Yamato who thinks that calm demeanor and those quiet words mean you’re bashful and timid, and is caught completely off-guard when he learns the hard way that he’s wrong
Endo Yamato who stares at you in amused disbelief, his eyes lighting up even as he rubs his sore jaw and feels the ache your closed fist left behind
Endo Yamato who wants to know more about this woman who knows exactly how to put her whole weight behind the punches she throws… this woman who doesn’t back down or cower in fear or even look away when his gaze lands on her… this woman who isn’t the slightest bit contrite about landing the first punch on the infamous Endo Yamato
Endo Yamato who provokes you on purpose every time the two of you meet - maybe touching you a little too familiarly in places he shouldn’t - because he knows it’ll get a rise out of you and he wants to see how hard you can hit him
Endo Yamato who watches you spar with Takiishi, amazed that Takiishi would even agree to spar with you and absolutely flabbergasted that you can hold your own against one of the strongest fighters he knows
Endo Yamato who, in all his years of deriving great joy from fighting and watching other people fight, has never experienced this: the way the blood in his body all rushes to one place when you manage to flip Takiishi and pin him under you on the ground
Endo Yamato who is both amused and perplexed to find himself wanting to be pinned under you in much the same way and determines to make it happen
“You said you wanted to be pinned,” you smirk down at him, punctuating that last bit with a slow roll of your hips. “So now I’ve got you pinned.”
“This is nothing,” Endo huffs. He laughs in that way he always does, even though now it’s just a tiny bit breathless. He’s good at bluffing, but you’re even better at calling his bluff… and you’re observant enough to see the little signs that he isn’t as composed as he wants you to believe.
You can feel the way the muscles in his belly have gone taut with the effort not to squirm beneath you, and the way the infinity tattoo on his neck jumps as he swallows hard. He’s barely holding himself together, and your eyes light up in delight at the realization that in this, you have the upper hand.
THWAP!
It’s loud, the sound of your open palm connecting soundly with the side of his face, accentuated by the dull clink of the little charms hanging from your rings. The force of your slap and the edge of the ring on your middle finger have drawn blood, and you smile knowingly down at him as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. You aren’t unaffected and you’re sure he knows that - you’re sure he can feel how soaked you’ve gotten just sliding back and forth over his shaft - but you want to keep the upper hand for as long as you can.
“That,” you start slowly, swiping your thumb across his cheek and collecting the tiny puddle of blood there, “was for breaking my bracelet.” You lick the blood off your thumb, relishing the little sound he makes deep in his throat when you do so.
He runs his tongue over his lips suggestively. “Who the fuck wears jewelry to fight anyway? Not my fault it got broken.”
Incorrigible, you think. You lean close, reaching between your body and his to take him in your hand. “You shouldn’t have grabbed my wrist the way you did,” you hiss, your lips grazing his ear as you squeeze his cock in a vice grip. “That was one of my favorite bracelets.”
At the sensation of your hand squeezing him hard enough to hurt, Endo nearly goes lightheaded. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this hard, and he’s trying his damnedest not to blow his load before he even gets inside of you. You’re both filthy, blood and sweat and grime from your fight mixing together on your skin. Endo can’t tell which blood and sweat and grime is his and which is yours, and he finds he likes it that way.
You’re strong; he learned that early on. You only fight when you need to, and though he’d always thought that would disinterest him, he’s found himself drawn to you all the more because of it. He watches you when you fight, watches how your face lights up and you make it fun. You aren’t afraid of any of his friends, and you’ve never backed down from a challenge… even the very few that you’ve lost.
And oh, how he loves it when he’s the one fighting you. You are a goddamned work of art. He loves the way he doesn’t have to dial back his strength when the two of you go at it. Your style is scrappy, you aren’t afraid to get down and dirty, and being on the receiving end of that happy violence in your fists gives him that euphoric feeling he’s been chasing for the better part of his adult life.
He thinks you look like a fucking goddess when you’re fighting, and he would rip the universe apart if it meant he’d get to keep seeing you that way. “Tch. I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, right before he snatches the upper hand back from you.
The two of you fuck the way you fight: hard, fast, and dirty, drawing blood and seeking out pain wherever you can. He laughs at the way your nails rake over his skin, putting the color of blood into his tattoos. Endo pounds into you like he’s aiming to fuck you right through the bed, his cock bullying its way into your pussy and gaping you around him. He bites your lip and makes it bleed. You pull his hair and make his eyes water. He’s goading you with dirty talk between every frenetic kiss, and you give as good as you get with an arsenal of swear words that would make even the most seasoned sailor blush.
That is, until you stop to take a breath and Endo stuffs two long fingers into your mouth. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me,” he huffs with a grin as you look up at him incredulously. You hate the idea of doing what he’s told you to, but you do it anyway and are rewarded for it when he withdraws his fingers and pushes them between your bodies.
“F-fucking asshole,” you stutter out, even as he uses those same fingers to shove you headfirst into an orgasm. “Fuck you---”
“Yeah,” he cuts you off, his voice strained. “Just like that---”
You’re clenching and spasming hard around him when he pulls abruptly out of you, hovering over you with one hand braced on the bed and the other frantically pulling at his dick with short, fast strokes. Still coming down from your high, you lay back and catch your breath, relishing the sight of him above you, etching into your mind every second of the lead-up to when he comes.
And just like everything else Endo Yamato does, he doesn’t half-ass it. You watch the muscles in his belly go taut, the way his chest heaves up and down with how hard he’s breathing, the veins in his arm as his fist tightens around his shaft for those last few pulls. He’s a work of art, and you don’t even mind how messily he does it, cum shooting out of his cock and landing on your tits, your face, even in your hair.
“Get off, you’re heavy,” you complain when he flops down on you with his full weight.
“Nope,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “Too tired.”
“I don’t wanna lay here covered in your cum, Endo.” You try pushing him off of you, but he won’t budge. “It’s even in my hair. Move.”
He raises his head to look at you, a lazy smirk curling up the corners of his mouth. “Make me,” he says after a moment.
It’s a challenge, you know. You debate the merits of accepting that challenge, wondering if the way the muscles in your legs are trembling is any indication of whether or not you can. You wonder if you could even stand right now.
Probably not.
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” you sigh, resigning yourself to stay where you are for the time being. You’re already covered in Endo’s blood and sweat… What's one more thing?
He laughs, knowing he’s won this particular battle. “I’m counting on it.”
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Magnolia - Chapter Eleven

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut
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Summary:
“How am I supposed to present the idea of immortal life to a woman who tried to kill herself a year ago?”
“Maybe don’t lay it out like an option on a menu - that probably wouldn’t go over well. But if she loves you, that means she loves being with you and probably doesn’t want to go anytime soon anyway.” Satoru reaches out, smoothing Suguru’s hair back from his face. “Just keep giving her reasons to want to live, like you have been doing,” he concludes simply.
Suguru is quiet, contemplating his words. As usual, Satoru can see very clearly something he’s been obscuring by overthinking it.
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Chapter Eleven: My Love Is As a Fever
“You seem upset.” Satoru makes the observation nonchalantly, one leg crossed over the other as he watches Suguru rifle through one of his bags.
“I’m not upset,” Suguru murmurs, pulling on the pair of boxer briefs he’s taken out of the bag. “But we were kind of in the middle of an important conversation there. And I don’t…” He trails off and shakes his head. “I suspect she won’t want to continue it now.”
“Because I’m here?”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t get it,” Satoru shrugs. “She knows I’m fine with the two of you sleeping together, right?”
“She knows,” Suguru affirms. “The thing is,” he continues, joining Satoru on the sofa, “it’s a little more complicated than just sleeping together.”
Satoru looks back at him, his blue eyes bright with amused understanding. “Oh ho ho,” he chuckles. “You like her.” He leans forward, looking closer. “Oh,” he says when he catches sight of the expression on the other man’s face. “That’s a little more than like, Suguru. Does she know?”
“No. We’d just gotten to the part where she admitted how she feels.”
Satoru puts his palms together, bowing his head contritely. “Men-go*... you know I didn’t mean to step on your moment, right?”
Suguru can’t help but to laugh. “I know. You could have called, though.” He offers Satoru a wry smile before leaning over to bestow a kiss on his lips. “Okaeri.”
“Mmm.” Pleased, Satoru wiggles his nose. “So what are you gonna do?”
“What do you mean, what am I going to do?” Suguru asks witheringly. “This involves you too, Mr. ‘I’m not fond of humans.’”
“Yeah, but this isn’t like Nanako and Mimiko,” Satoru rebuts. “This isn’t some child you feel responsible for raising. You may have rescued this woman, but she’s very much a woman. I’ve seen her---”
“Satoru,” he interjects warningly.
“---assets,” Satoru finishes, despite the warning. “All jokes aside,” he goes on, his voice solemn and quiet, “it’s obvious that she’s different. That she means something different to you than Nanako and Mimiko did. Even so… you know that I’ll support whatever you want to do, just like I did with the girls.”
“Oh, and look how far doing what I wanted got Nanako and Mimiko,” Suguru mutters bitterly.
“That won’t happen here,” Satoru sighs. He pauses. “Especially not if you turn her.”
“How am I supposed to present the idea of immortal life to a woman who tried to kill herself a year ago?”
“Maybe don’t lay it out like an option on a menu - that probably wouldn’t go over well. But if she loves you, that means she loves being with you and probably doesn’t want to go anytime soon anyway.” Satoru reaches out, smoothing Suguru’s hair back from his face. “Just keep giving her reasons to want to live, like you have been doing,” he concludes simply.
Suguru is quiet, contemplating his words. As usual, Satoru can see very clearly something he���s been obscuring by overthinking it.
“I know you’ve never loved it that I’m gone so often and I stay away so long,” Satoru goes on. “And I wish I could say it’s something I’ll get out of my system at some point. But I can’t. You’ve never asked me to stay in one place forever, and I’ve never asked you to come along with me when I move around. I love you, and if you love her and want her to stay, it would make me happy to know there’s someone home with you when I’m not. And who knows?” He adds, poking his tongue out playfully. “If I stick around long enough, I might end up falling for her too.”
Suguru opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of soft footfalls on the stairs stops him. Both men turn just in time to see Lia descend the last of the stairs. She’s freshly showered, dressed in her pajamas.
“I’m sorry I tied up your shower,” she offers.
“Ah, you just broke one of Suguru’s cardinal rules,” Satoru asserts with a grin. “Apologizing for something you shouldn’t.”
“Oh, right,” Lia exclaims softly, fiddling with the ties on her pajama bottoms. “Old habits, I guess.”
“It’s okay. He tells me I don’t apologize enough for the things I should apologize for. Maybe you and I can balance each other out.”
It makes her giggle a little, and Satoru seems pleased.
“Are you hungry?” Suguru asks, rising from the sofa.
“A little,” she admits. “But I don’t mind cooking - you’re probably wanting a shower too, aren’t you?”
“She’s got a point, Suguru. You smell like sex.”
One set of eyes looks away from him; the other glares daggers at him. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” he says hastily, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll take good care of her while you’re showering, and I promise not to touch any of the food.”
Puzzled, Lia looks between the two men.
“Satoru is a horrible cook,” Suguru explains. “If you let him so much as chop a vegetable, he will find a way to ruin it.”
“Duly noted,” Lia nods. Both men are surprised to see that she’s actually smiling. “You can leave it to me.”
“See?” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows. “Go get cleaned up - we’ll be fine.”
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My love is a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the sill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly express’d; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 147
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Her hands are shaking.
It isn’t that she’s afraid of him. While it is true that she doesn’t know him well at all, she knows that Suguru would never have left her alone with him if he felt Satoru would harm her.
But the situation is bizarre. For so long, it has felt like she and Suguru have been living in their own little world, way out here on the edge of the woods where life is quiet and she is learning to look forward to every tomorrow. Hearing that Satoru is unbothered by the prospect of Suguru sharing his bed with someone else is one thing; witnessing his nonchalance firsthand is an entirely different thing.
She isn’t quite sure how to behave.
And then there is the matter of her unintentionally confessing her feelings to Suguru, and the unfinished conversation surrounding those feelings. It’s all an unresolved knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, making her tense and nervous.
“Do you like wine?” Satoru calls from the living room. It startles her, makes her jump, and she nearly burns herself.
“Y-yes,” she calls back.
There is no further inquiry for a few minutes, and she returns her attention to the food she’s making. When Satoru comes back into the kitchen, he is carrying two bottles of wine. “Cab or Merlot?”
“Umm… it doesn’t matter,” she answers. “I like them both.”
“Merlot it is,” he announces. He sets both bottles down and begins rummaging in a drawer. “Where the fuck is the corkscrew?”
“Oh,” she says, reducing the burner heat and joining him on the other side of the kitchen. “He moved all that stuff to this drawer,” she says, motioning to it. “All the corkscrews and can openers and stuff.”
“Ooooh, you’re handy to have around.” Once he’s got the wine open, he pours a glass for her and a glass for himself. He settles himself at the kitchen island to watch her cook in much the same way that she often settles there to watch Suguru.
It surprises her that it doesn’t make her feel uncomfortable.
“Suguru teases me because I can’t cook,” he says after a few minutes of watching her. “Especially since I do like to.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah, I do.” He reaches over, filching one of the tomatoes she’s set out for the salad. “I’m kinda envious that you’re both good at it.”
“I hated cooking before I came here,” she confesses.
“Oh?” He raises one pale eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because eating was just something I had to do,” she explains honestly. “I didn’t enjoy it, so I didn’t enjoy cooking. I ate all the same things all the time… and I didn’t really care about learning how to make new food or try different things.” She pauses. “A couple of months after I got here, Suguru suggested that we try a new recipe every week for a month.
“That… was fun,” she smiles, remembering. “It sort of built my appreciation for the love and care that goes into a meal when you prepare it for someone you care about. And it made cooking more fun.”
“Hmm, that does sound really nice,” he admits. “So what you’re saying is you really care for Suguru.”
She freezes, her fingers hovering over the salad bowl. It doesn’t escape his notice that her hand is shaking.
“I suppose it was a bit unfair to spring that on you,” he muses thoughtfully. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like I was antagonizing you.”
She surprises herself with the words she says next. “Would you have a problem with it if I did? Care for him, I mean,” she clarifies.
Her words seem to surprise him, too. “Eh?” He looks at her with those unnervingly clear eyes of his. “I didn’t know you a year ago, but it seems to me like where you were then and where you are now are as different from each other as night and day.”
Lia shakes her head. “What do you mean?”
“You tried to kill yourself,” Satoru points out bluntly. “A little less than twelve months ago, you were bleeding out of your wrists in the middle of the woods, preparing to die. I don’t know what your life was like back then, but I venture to say that you’re no longer in that same headspace.
“You just told me how much you enjoy cooking now, and eating. You seem to like living here - to enjoy life with Suguru. He tells me sometimes how your eyes light up when you talk about things you enjoy. The list is long, and you should see the way his face softens up when he talks about it. You seem to be happy, and that makes him happy. If loving him is a side effect of all of that,” he goes on reasonably, “why would I have a problem with it?”
His blunt, discerning words have left her utterly speechless. She’s still frozen, rooted to the spot in front of the kitchen island with her shaky hands hovering over the salad bowl when Suguru comes in a few seconds later. “That smells good,” he says. He looks between them, sensing he’s missed something. “Am I… interrupting?”
“Not at all,” Satoru smiles blithely. “I was just about to set the table.”
*Men-go - Gojo says this in JJK 0. It’s the word gomen (which means “I’m sorry” in Japanese) said with the syllables reversed. It’s his way of turning the word a little slangy, and the equivalent of saying something like “my bad” in English.
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Tuna Mayo
Summary:
Inumaki Toge tries to make rice balls in the aftermath of Shibuya. Reader helps him out.
Or an Inumaki Toge-centric fic about dealing with the events of Shibuya while also being absolutely whipped for GN!Reader.
Content warnings/tags: Canon typical descriptions of violence, dealing with loss of limb, probably inaccurate description of making rice balls
About 2000 words.
Author’s Note:
For @tsukimefuku ’s JJK Foodies and Goodies Event!! This has been in the works for forever but I just now got around to actually writing it! Sorry for the wait!
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Fic under the cut!
Inumaki Toge was caught in the crossfire of Sukuna’s cursed technique. It happened so quickly, he didn’t even have time to comprehend the sudden loss of limb before the world cracked and jolted under his feet like the most sinister of earthquakes he’d ever experienced.
The rubble of newly destroyed buildings quickly toppled him, even with his fast reflexes honed from sparring with Maki. The absence of his arm had left him off balance and unsteady.
Without any way to actually push the large stones off of his rapidly bleeding out body, he tried screaming. Screaming with all his throat had left in the tank, which wasn’t a lot to begin with. He couldn’t even shout the word help. He could only shriek nonsensical ingredients for rice balls, hoping and praying his comrades in arms would find him in the carnage.
He ceased his fruitless attempts at rescue when he began coughing up blood from his thoroughly shot throat. He used his technique too much already. The screaming surely wasn’t helping.
The edges of his vision slowly washed and swirled a comforting shade of black. His body and extremities were feeling numb and cold.
Is this what dying feels like? he wondered to himself.
The only thing he could actually feel was the scratchy aftermath of using his voice so much, the rest felt like floating in a lukewarm pool of water. Maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all.
The rays of moonlight over the city came into view of his drooping and exhausted eyelids and he saw a flash of a familiar white uniform.
Rika was working on lifting up the heaviest stones from off of his body while Yuuta looked like he was shouting something his brain couldn’t comprehend in such a state of blood loss.
His eyes drifted off somewhere behind Yuuta’s form and he laid his violet gaze upon you.
Your face was white as a sheet and you were pointing a trembling finger in his direction from a little further off. You had heard him screaming and went to seek help.
A soft smile spread across his face. If this was the last thing he would ever see, he was glad it was going to be your face.
And with that, he blacked out for several days.
Several rounds of reverse cursed technique later and being treated in Shoko’s infirmary alongside several other brutally injured and similarly maimed sorcerers in the aftermath of Shibuya, Inumaki Toge was forced to cope with the realization that living with one arm was going to have to become the new normal for him.
Shoko had explained to him that you and Yuuta had searched all over for the missing arm in hopes of being able to reattach it, but they couldn’t find it in the destroyed remains of Shibuya.
“Spicy cod roe,” he had said bitterly in return. He liked to use this in place of expletives.
He already had to deal with so little talking and struggling to communicate his thoughts accurately because of his cursed technique, surely it wasn’t going to be so difficult getting used to another such obstacle.
It was days after the trauma of the Shibuya incident and he was back in the dormitory’s kitchenette with the plans of making a small midnight snack.
Phantom limb pain and phantom limb itches had kept him up longer than he intended and he was growing restless just staring up at the ceiling in bed so he figured it would be best to try and occupy himself with something other than sleeping.
He punched the button to open up the rice cooker and reached into a drawer to grab a clean plastic rice paddle. He scooped out a clumsy spoonful of rice and set it on a cooking mat on the counter. He fished open another drawer and got out a sharp knife for cutting up the spare bit of tuna left he had gotten out of the refrigerator before.
He tried several times to get a nice clean cut on the piece of tuna, but without a second arm to brace the thing, the knife kept dragging around the raw fish around the cutting board.
Toge huffed a sigh to himself and looked at the ugly pieces and thought it wouldn’t really matter anyway since the tuna was going to go inside the rice ball. It wouldn’t be visible on the finished product.
Squeezing a good bit of mayonnaise on the cooking mat he started to try and incorporate it into the rice so that it would become sticky so he could form the shape of the rice ball-proper.
Once again, it was an exceedingly awkward and surprisingly challenging experience to try and squish around mayonnaise into rice as he tried to make sure it was at least somewhat evenly coated. The rice was spilling off the cooking mat in his clumsiness and getting all over the counter because, again, he didn’t have that second hand he greatly missed to brace and control the direction of the rice.
When it was good enough to call government work, he just stared at the mess before him and realized that this was a much more difficult task than he initially realized. What had been like second-nature or even as easy as breathing to him before was suddenly a monumentally more complicated endeavor with only one hand to work with.
How on earth was he going to shape the rice balls with only one hand? He hadn’t really thought about it when he originally began on his midnight snack.
He started in earnest, nonetheless, on his seemingly impossible task. He worked a clump of the sticky rice-mayo concoction in his singular hand and undulated it around in an attempt to create some sort of familiar shape. He wasn’t picky if it was a circle or a triangle, but anything that remotely resembled one of the two shapes would be best.
However, the material kept refusing to cooperate in his palm and broke apart. As hard as he tried to reform the clump into something edible, any shape would disintegrate in his hand with one wrong move.
In his frustration, he just squished the entire thing into his fist as the rice-mayo oozed out and stuck to the sides of his aching fingers. He tried to flick off the excess back onto the cooking mat and clean off his hand, but in his fit of anger, it was a fruitless venture. Slamming his rice-riddled fist on the counter, he heaved another frustrated sigh as he suddenly felt his heart and throat tighten just like his solitary fist.
How could something so simple and familiar to him just a few days ago turn impossible after just a few short seconds and being in the wrong place at the wrong time?
“Inumaki-san?”
Your voice felt like a soothing balm to the tightness in his chest and the phantom pain in his no-longer-there hand.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded, and tried to wipe away a tear that was threatening to fall from his eyes in frustration, but he only succeeded in slathering a mess of rice-mayo on his face. And when he realized what he had done, he frantically tried to wipe that off, but his entire hand was covered in the stuff and it just made everything worse.
God, he must look like an idiot in front of you! His mind was filled with curses but he stopped in his tracks when he heard the nearly angelic sound of your laugh. It caught him off guard and he looked up and over in your direction for the first time.
You had the cutest smile plastered on your face and a shy hand was partially obscuring it to hide your burst of sudden laughter.
“Need a hand with that?” you asked him, voice light with laughter.
His entire body felt like it had been dunked in ice water.
Your hand slapped over your mouth in realization.
“Oh, shoot! Oh my god, I’m such an idiot… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, Inumaki-san. Please, forget what I said. I’m so sorry, I swear. I didn’t-” you frantically tried to apologizing. “Here, let me-”
You rushed over to his side and grabbed the kitchen towel that hung off the sink and started to wipe away the mess of rice all over his face. He was still paralyzed, stuck stiff as a board as you worked carefully and methodically at cleaning him up.
He watched you work intently. It was hard not to, being in such close proximity. Up close, your eyes were even more dazzling than they appeared from far away. Toge felt his cheeks heating up at the proximity and he tried to look away to hide his surely lobster-red face, but you caught his cheek and held it in place with a frown on your face.
“Don’t move, I’m trying to help.”
He was trapped. Thoroughly paralyzed under your words. It was like you had his Cursed Technique, the way you spoke with such conviction. It was like he was covered by heavy debris from a destroyed building again, but this time it was only your words trapping him in a daze.
You breathed a sigh and removed your hands and the towel from his face not too long after. You tossed the towel back on the sink.
“There, all done.”
He nodded, finally breaking free from your spell and being able to move again.
“What were you trying to do? Make some rice balls?” you asked, eyes falling to the remains of the midnight snack on the cooking mat.
He nodded again and averted his gaze from the mess on the countertop. It was embarrassing, really, to look at. Toge had always prided himself on being a fairly decent cook. The state of the kitchen counter wasn’t something he wanted anyone to witness, especially not you.
“I’m not really good at shaping them, but if you need some help, I can try my best.”
He stared at you for the longest time, trying to decipher if your words were sincere or if you were mocking him in his weakness. But you didn’t possess a malicious bone in your body. It was probably an earnest offer to help, he decided.
Toge made a “go ahead” motion with his hand and stepped away from the counter.
You nodded to him and stepped up to the mess on the counter and tried to figure out where to begin. His face flushed again and he almost wanted to tear away your shoulder from the countertop and push you out of the kitchenette. He suddenly felt like everything leading up to this moment had been a huge mistake. He never should have gone to make a snack at midnight. Of course someone would end up walking in on him making a huge fool of himself, and of course it just had to be you! It was so stupid, he shouldn’t have-
But any motion in his body that wanted to run away or rip you away from his embarrassing attempt at cooking halted when he heard you start humming to yourself as you took a much-too large clump of rice into your hands and began shaping it clumsily.
He stood there stiff again, stupefied by your jaunty tune and carefree aura radiating from every last cell of your body. It was like you didn’t even see a big mess, just another way to help a friend in need. A hand instinctively covered up his mouth that he only just now realized had fallen open.
Toge watched you gently press an ugly piece of tuna into the far too large, mostly triangle-shaped rice ball and set it on the mat. And you just began to form another. This one had much less rice than the previous one. There was no way they were going to turn out even at this rate, but he was enchanted with watching your hands as they worked their magic.
By the time you finished, you presented him with three unequal sized rice balls on a ceramic plate you had fetched from the top shelf.
“Sorry, they’re all kinda uneven, but they should taste all the same, ahaha,” you said, offering the plate nervously to him.
He nearly forgot to take the plate out of your hands, he was too busy staring at you with eyes swimming with every question and compliment under the sun he wanted to shower you with, but he couldn’t say anything that his brain wanted to.
All that came out of his mouth was, “Salmon.”
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Magnolia - Chapter Ten

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut
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Summary:
“Are you happy here with me?”
If Lia thinks the timing of his inquiry is odd, she doesn’t let on. She simply considers his question for a moment, her chest rising and falling under his hand, that little muscle beneath her ribs confirming with every beat that she is still alive.
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” she starts slowly, thoughtfully. “That isn’t an exaggeration,” she’s quick to add. “I feel safe here with you. It’s like we’re in our own world, and I wouldn’t be upset if it stayed that way.” She looks up at him, a soft smile curling up the corners of her lips. “I can’t remember the last time I had such a long string of mornings where I woke up looking forward to the day and what it would bring.”
Suguru lifts one of her hands to his mouth, tenderly kissing the scars on her wrist. “I’m glad you’re still here,” he murmurs.
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Chapter Ten: Transfigured, Bathed in Your Immortal Flame
At the touch of you, As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow, The arrows of delight shot through my body. You were spring, And I the edge of a cliff, And a shining waterfall rushed over me. -Witter Byner, At the Touch of You
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He’s watching her, his dark eyes roving up and down her body. Laid out beneath him, her head resting on his pillow and her arms stretched above her head, he thinks she looks a little like a goddess.
“You’re staring,” she mutters. She’s trying not to be bashful, but the intensity of his gaze is making it difficult. Aside from that she can feel how hard he is, heavy and warm against her. There is a need deep in the pit of her stomach… a longing for him that feels very much like a physical ache.
“I am,” Suguru admits. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a naked woman in my bed. Can’t I enjoy the view?”
He lifts his hands, cupping her breasts in them and thumbing at her nipples the way he did while feeding on her. It feels so much more intense now, and she pushes up into his touch, just as she did before.
“Just feel how perfectly they fit in my hands,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over hers in what is only the approximation of a kiss. Stilling the hand over her left breast to feel her heartbeat, he meets her eyes, his gaze warm and curious. “Are you happy here with me?”
If Lia thinks the timing of his inquiry is odd, she doesn’t let on. She simply considers his question for a moment, her chest rising and falling under his hand, that little muscle beneath her ribs confirming with every beat that she is still alive.
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” she starts slowly, thoughtfully. “That isn’t an exaggeration,” she’s quick to add. “I feel safe here with you. It’s like we’re in our own world, and I wouldn’t be upset if it stayed that way.” She looks up at him, a soft smile curling up the corners of her lips. “I can’t remember the last time I had such a long string of mornings where I woke up looking forward to the day and what it would bring.”
Suguru lifts one of her hands to his mouth, tenderly kissing the scars on her wrist. “I’m glad you’re still here,” he murmurs.
She reaches up with her other arm, linking her two hands behind his neck and pulling him closer. “And for once in my life, I can actually say that I’m glad I’m still here. I think that if ever there was a time when I was truly content, this is it.”
He dips his head, claiming her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. There is nothing hurried about his movement as he shifts his body to settle more firmly between her thighs. Even though she’s so very wet, and even though he’s dribbling sticky blurts of precum onto his hand, he’s deliberately pacing himself and being as gentle as he can with her. Mindful of his size and the fact that he is the first man she’s been intimate with in years, he goes slowly. Inch by inch he pushes into her, letting her adjust to him with a shallow thrust each time he pushes more of his length into her.
When he’s fully seated inside of her, he stills his hips. It feels like a monumental effort to do so. All he wants is to pull back and slam into her, to imprint the shape of him onto her walls, to pound into her again and again and again, until all she can feel is him, until she’s absolutely ruined for anyone but him.
“Feel okay?” He asks, her skin soft under his hand as he cups her cheek in his palm the way he has done so many times before.
“More than okay,” she answers, her face warm. “I… I like the stretch... and how full you make me feel.” She pauses. “Do you feel okay?”
“I feel,” he starts, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, “fucking amazing.”
He sets a leisurely pace, his strokes slow and deep. She links her ankles together behind his thighs, keeping him as close as she can and relishing the heat their bodies make together. Suguru doesn’t mind - he uses that proximity to shower her with kisses, stealing her breath away and housing it in his own lungs.
He will selfishly keep every part of her that he can, even her discarded oxygen.
Lia knows she isn’t going to last long. With every drag of his cockhead against her walls, she lets out a shuddering breath, the sensation sending tingles to the bottom of her spine. She doesn’t know if she’s ever felt like this. None of her past partners have ever even come close to making her feel this way just by being inside of her.
“S-Suguru,” she manages, when he drops his head to mouth at her neck. He isn’t biting, but his lips and tongue are busy, adding another layer to her pleasure. “Suguru,” she gasps again. “I’m going to---”
And then she does, that intense wave of pleasure making her breath catch in her throat and cutting off the rest of her words. He groans at the way she’s clenching and fluttering around him, her body squeezing him as if to signal her reluctance to let him go. It’s better than anything he’s felt in a long time.
He wants to hold out. He wants to savor the feeling of her, to stay exactly where he is, as he is, for as long as he can. And so he slows his pace, even as he feels the tension in his balls when they tighten up in anticipation of his own climax. Not yet, not yet. He repeats the words in his head like a mantra, but she feels too damn good and he is very close to losing his composure.
“--ove you.”
So deep in concentration is he that he only catches the very end of her words, spoken to him softly, timidly.
His focus is split between wondering if he’s correctly heard what she’s said and realizing that he can’t hold out any longer. He comes with a long, low groan, burying his face in her neck as his orgasm knocks the breath out of him.
“Shit,” he pants, when enough air has returned to his lungs. Her words come back to him then, and he raises his head to look at her.
The moisture in her eyes and on her cheeks alarms him at first - his immediate thought is that he’s hurt her in some way. Before he can ask, she shakes her head. “I’m not hurt.”
Dubious, he leans back a bit to give her a once-over with his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly, her eyes on the ceiling. She is very obviously trying to stop crying, but her tears appear to have no intention of heeding her wishes. “I’m really sorry---”
“Hey,” he interjects, his voice low and soft. “What’s up? You can talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong - are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
She wants to run, to hide away from him in her room, but he’s still on top of her, still inside of her. Covering her face is the best she can do. “I didn’t mean to say that,” she sobs. “I’m really sorry.”
Now he is certain of what she’d said to him, the words he’d only caught the tail end of. He pulls out of her slowly, ignoring the mess he makes as he does so and pulling her into his arms. She’s still hiding her face, still sobbing quietly into her hands, curling into herself as if she wants to disappear.
“Lia,” he starts, keeping his tone even, “was it that you didn’t mean what you said? Or was it that you didn’t mean to say it out loud?”
Just for a moment, she considers telling him that she didn’t mean it; that it was something said in the heat of the moment when her pleasure was getting the best of her. She knows, though, that the bitter taste of that lie would make her sick. Resignedly, she lets out a breath and tries to stem the flow of her tears long enough to answer him. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”
“I see. That’s---” He cuts himself off abruptly, and Lia tenses in his arms. They’ve both heard it: the slamming of the front door. There is only one other person with a key to this home, Suguru knows. The only person who, despite repeated reminders not to, has always slammed the front door that way.
“You can’t be serious,” he murmurs. He sighs, hearing the footsteps in the hall. Lia is clinging to him tightly - he can feel the fear and anxiety rolling off of her in waves. “Don’t worry,” he tries to reassure her. “It’s just---”
“Oiiiiiiiii,” Satoru calls in a singsong voice as he flings open the bedroom door. “Tadaima!”
--
He’s nothing like Suguru.
He is all loud sounds and bright colors. If Suguru is the moon - at home in the quiet and dark - then Satoru is the sun, noisy and bright and energetic.
It scares her a little bit how open he is, how unapologetically upfront and emotive.
“I’m Satoru,” he says, paying no mind to the fact that she and Suguru are both still very naked, not heeding the way her eyes are wet and red and puffy from crying. “I’ve heard all about you.”
It makes her shrink further into herself.
All about me? I hope not. But she can see from his eyes - those clear, bright, amazingly blue eyes - that he does know everything. Those eyes look at her as if they know things about her that she doesn’t even know about herself. It frightens her, and makes her fidget under his gaze.
“You also have the shittiest timing,” Suguru tells him, clearly annoyed. Heedless of his own nudity, he reaches for his discarded t-shirt, handing it to Lia. Gratefully, she tugs it over her head to cover herself. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” Satoru shrugs. “More importantly,” he huffs, pointing at Lia, “why is she crying? What did you do to her? Hmm,” he continues, without giving anyone a chance to answer his questions. He leans forward, his eyes on the wet mess in the sheets. “I see some---”
“Out,” Suguru cuts him off, leaving the bed to steer Satoru away by his shoulders. Lia thinks he means to put Satoru out, but he follows Satoru over the threshold of the bedroom. “You can use my bathroom to freshen up,” he tells her. “Take all the time you need,” he adds softly. His eyes are as warm and kind as they always are, but for some reason now, it makes her want to burst into tears again.
He closes the door behind him, leaving her alone in his bedroom.
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Chapter Eleven: My Love is As A Fever (Coming Soon) A/N: Not that anyone necessarily cares, but the next chapter will be posted in about two weeks - I'm going to be away from home for a bit.

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