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"yeah my weekend was crazy"

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kill switch — m.list

pairing — target!satoru x assasin!reader

synopsis : a professional assassin accepts a job to eliminate an ordinary high school teacher—only to find her target is gojo satoru, a man who eats gas station sushi with religious devotion and nearly dies walking to work. as days pass, she finds herself less concerned with completing the job and more preoccupied with why someone would want this disastrous man dead. or: when your target's worst enemy is himself and your professional detachment keeps slipping every time he almost gets hit by a bus.

status : ongoing (2/? chapters, 8.4k word count) ✦ tags — no curses au, crack treated seriously, dark humor, fluff for all the wrong reasons, assassin & target dynamic, self-destructive disaster man, implied nerdjo, satoru is a great teacher, moral ambiguity, reluctant caretaking, food aggression (affectionate), chaotic neighbors, near-death hijinks, emotional constipation, eventual smut, happy ending. art by @Leimiruu.

— chapter index

01 — you're a professional killer, but this job might just take you out. the target? a white-haired mess named gojo satoru who eats expired sushi, nearly gets hit by buses daily, and microwaves aluminum foil without blinking. he's either the world's worst war criminal or just a man with a death wish—and you're not sure which is more annoying.

by day three, you're less worried about killing him and more concerned he'll beat you to it.

02 — satoru gojo doesn’t know what to make of you. one minute, you’re shoving a bento into his hands like you want to stab him, the next you’re scowling as you check the bruise on his forehead with careful fingers. you act like he’s the most irritating person alive—so why do you keep showing up everywhere? his apartment building, his bus stop, even in the school he works for.

he should be suspicious but his heart is too busy performing gymnastics in his chest, a little too delighted at having someone near.

more to come.

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Lovecraftian

(Yandere!Gojo Satoru x reader)

note: kinda warming up my gojo writing skills so my next fic isnt too painful to read:/ why is this guy so hard to write for

(warnings: death, yandere, op!reader, ooc gojo)

The first time it happened, he was ten years old. 

The Gojo house was bustling with servants and maids around that time. Eyes were everywhere, pinning him down with their stare, keeping him forever trapped. This was all he ever knew from a young age. He constantly needed to be monitored, stalked, and protected. The assassination attempts were too close together for the Gojo clan to rest. 

So, he sits on the steps, isolated, but never alone. He sucks on the lolipop, tasting the cherry on his tongue. It must have dyed his mouth red by now. He wonders if it looks like blood. 

The servant was one of the newer ones. Clumsy, inexperienced. He knew from just her wobbly steps that she was going to drop the vase. He doesn’t lift a finger. He doesn’t care enough to. He just waits for her to trip over. The pot slips from her grasp. 

And then the world freezes. 

Everyone is still. There’s no more sound, no more silence. The vase is kept in the air. He can no longer taste the cherry on his tongue. He has become nothing but his Eyes. 

It barely lasts five seconds. 

The chatter is back. He can taste the cherry. He can feel his arms and feet, and his skin.

The vase smashes onto the ground. 

The servants carried on as normal. The girl is berated for her clumsiness, his clan continues onward as though nothing happened. 

He sits on the steps until the cherry burns his throat, and then he tosses it away. 

He is sixteen. The second time it happens. 

He’s bigger now, stronger. He doesn’t need the strength of the Gojo anymore, not when he is Gojo. 

But when he’s with Suguru, it becomes easier to be Satoru. 

Riko and Misato splash each other in the water. He likes the smile Riko has. It’s bright, bright enough to light an entire room. It makes her look younger, like her life isn’t being stolen right in front of their eyes. 

Suguru sits next to him, quiet and thoughtful as always. He doesn’t feel the need to break it, unlike his usual urges. Satoru is content to sit right alongside of him, feeling the wind tickle the hairs on his skin. 

When he steals a peek, Suguru is staring up at the sunset. When the stars come out, they’ll have to pack it up. He knows that all too well. 

The world freezes, and he becomes his Eyes. 

He’s stuck staring at Suguru, but he strangely doesn’t mind. The secret glances mean nothing compared to this. He maps Suguru’s serene face. Pretty flowy hair, he knows is soft to the touch. 

Satoru has always been told he has beautiful blue eyes. At this moment, he feels that purple is the better color. 

He knows the world came back when Suguru blinked. 

“Did you see it, too?” He asks, his voice featherlight, the wind nearly blows it away. 

“What?” Suguru smiles. In the background, Riko cheers. 

Satoru doesn’t deflate. It doesn’t matter. He knows he has forever with him anyway. There’s no need to feel understood, not at this time. 

When Satoru is twenty-eight years old, he finally meets the person doing this to him. 

Shibuya is teeming with human bodies. He can hear and see and See the panic all around. Dozens of people have died already. 

He wishes he were faster in killing the curses, but their advantage was his downfall. 

The volcano fucker is grinning as though Satoru didn’t just massecre his comrade right in front of him. He can hear moans of transfigured humans all around him. The curse Yuji fought was laughing, getting louder and louder.  People were screaming. People were dying. 

He knew time was running out. He had to act. 

And then, he becomes nothing but his Eyes. 

He’s not as annoyed as he was the first time. He’s a little relieved, all things considered. Now, he was finally given a moment to think. Volcano-head would go down first, then he would destroy the scar-faced curse as well as Pigtails. He wanted to gut them, rip them apart limb from limb, but the transfigured humans were also something he needed to–

He sees movement. 

At first, he thinks the world has melted, but he is still his Eyes, none of the other humans have moved. Their mouths are open in prolonged horror. He can’t hear screams. He can’t even hear footsteps. 

He just sees you. 

He doesn’t expect you. He doesn’t expect someone like you. You’re normal, down to the cheap Halloween costume you wear. But he knows it’s you because of your walk. It’s slow and measured. And that easy smile you have on. He recognizes it because he’s had the smile on for a decade now. Like you’re untouchable. 

Like you have all the time in the world. 

You reach the volcano-head first. Your hand reaches out–it’s smaller than his–barely touching the curse’s skin. 

His body ripples, like he was made out of paper that was flushed down the toilet. A special-grade curse disappeared with barely a tap. 

The same thing happens to Stitches. Pigtail disappears too. It looked painful, if he wasn’t just his Eyes, he would probably hear the bones cracking as they shrunk into nothingness. 

You watched it all, barely even blinking. Unphased. 

This was the longest you’ve ever frozen time. He was counting every second, lingering on every minute because he didn’t want this to end. He wanted to watch you eviscerate them all. 

Twenty-three minutes and thirty-seven seconds pass before every curse and transfigured human is gone. You’re back in his sights, brushing away your hands.

It was just coincidence. You looked up. You looked down. You looked up again. 

You Saw him, just like he Saw you. 

You stare. He wants to open his mouth, but he is just his Eyes.

Hell is waiting for you to reach him. Hell is seeing you tilt your head, a laugh coming from your mouth, but he can’t hear it. 

You lean forward, never breaking eye-contact with him. You’re so close, he could almost reach out and touch. Your lips move. 

“You can see me.” 

It’s not a question, he knows it, you know it. The world is still. 

Your lips curve into a delighted smile. If he had a heart, it would be quickening right now. You look at him like he’s a marvel. 

A minute passes. Your awe of him fades. 

You must have realized he is just his Eyes. 

Disappointment. It’s an odd feeling. He’s never had anyone disappointed with him before. 

You stand up, brushing imaginary dirt off your skirt. You’re looking down as you’re saying this, but he catches your lip move. 

“Oh, must be too weak.” 

You never look back at him once as you walk away. 

Thirty-six minutes and fifty-two seconds later, his senses return. He hears the murmurs of the living again. 

He doesn’t care who sees him, he’s immediately gone. 

He searches everywhere for you: the tunnels, the crowd, the other humans. Once or twice, he thinks he sees you, but it’s never quite you enough. 

It takes him twenty minutes to realize he lost you. 

Ijichi finds him standing on the subway ledge. You must have killed whoever set up the veil too. 

“What?” Satoru asks. 

“Did you defeat them?” Ijichi repeats. 

It’s a stupid question. Gojo always wins. Gojo always fights. 

Until today. 

Today, he was still. Today, he watched as you wandered around the subway, killing anything you came across. 

You were inches away from him. If you had reached out, if your hands had ever so gently nicked his neck. He would have seen his death coming miles away, but he would be unable to do anything. He would’ve been helpless to stop you. He would simply stand there, waiting for you to do your horror. 

You were simply Lovecraftian. 

And Satoru was in love with it. 

“Yes.” He replies, his smile bordering on mania. “I did.” 

“Every single one.”

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⤕ Aurora; masterlist

⤕ Your existence had been an endless night, where shadows whispered long forgotten secrets. Trapped in a golden cage, your fragile mind and shattered memories were chains that kept you from dreaming of freedom. Then, he appeared with the first light of dawn, like a gentle sun warming your cold skin. In his gaze, the promise of a new beginning; in his presence, the sunrise your soul had longed for.

In which Alucard saves you from Erzsebet.

pairing: alucard (castlevania) x (f) reader

genre: angst, romance, slow burn, eventual smut

warnings: violence/blood, explicit language, mental health issues, grief, physical abuse.

rating: 18+

⤕ Chapters: (1) - (2) - (3) - (4) - (5) - (6) - (7) - (8) - (9) - (10) - (11) - ongoing

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if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

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A Place to fall 2

Alucard x fem reader, Part 1

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After helping your village, you return to the castle, eager to reunite with Alucard, the son of Dracula. Though exhausted, your heart races with anticipation. But as you approach, confusion sets in. Strange faces camp outside the castle, and a woman with a sword holds it to your throat.

You collapse onto the cold stone floor, too drained to react. The last thing you hear before fading into darkness is that Alucard is alive, though the remnants of a fierce battle surround you.

Before you can gather your thoughts, you're surrounded by a gruff man with a broken arm, a mysterious woman who offers you food, and the woman who threatened you earlier, all sitting together in a cabin.

🪻 Again english is NOT my first language so maybe theres wrong grammar :)), domestic fluff, canon character introductions, possibly inaccurate(??), yearning Alucard, Trevor is bitchy, sweet Sypha,Reader introduction, fluff fluff and fluff

A plush pillow under your head, and a warm blanket wrapped around you.

Maybe it was just how exhausted you were because the last thing you remembered was collapsing on the hard ground and thinking, Yeah, this is fine. The floor is a bed now.

Better than waking up to the smell of dirt and rotting flesh from night creatures—

Your eyes snapped open.

You jolted upright, heart racing, suddenly realizing you were not on the forest floor. Nor were you still in that hellish place (and yes, hellish was the only way to describe it, considering the night creatures seemed to multiply every time you blinked).

The second thing you noticed? The drool on the corner of your mouth.

You wiped it away with the back of your hand, cringing.

Was it still morning? You had no idea. God, you must have slept like a log. How embarrassing.

If he saw you like this, he'd probably laugh in your face.

You looked around.

The large windows. The silk sheets. The faint scent of candles and magic. Open books are scattered over a patch of the floor.

And underneath it all—his scent.

You giggled quietly.

You were finally home.

At peace.

The only problem? He wasn’t here. And you were certain he was the one who brought you back.

You glanced down at yourself—dirt-streaked hands, scratches on your cheeks, twigs tangled in your hair.

You frowned.

Yeah. You needed a bath.Urgently.

You couldn’t help the deep, overwhelming sense of gratitude you felt for Alucard—for everything he’d given you. His shelter. His time. His unwavering patience. And most of all, the luxury of the castle.

He spoiled you rotten.

The bathwater was perfect: hot, clear, soothing—everything your tired body had been craving after days on the road. You closed your eyes and sank deeper into the warmth, letting the steam wrap around you like a cocoon. Your thoughts wandered to Alucard—his voice had turned almost lullaby-like when he spoke of the castle’s plumbing.

“It’s not magic,” he’d said once, “just science. Simple engineering. Pipes.”

But at the time, all you’d heard was the gentle rhythm of his voice, the quiet comfort tucked between his words. You hadn’t understood much of it, but you loved that it mattered to him.

In that moment, submerged in warmth and silence, you felt a fleeting sense of peace. It was so easy to forget the world outside. So easy to imagine a life that could always be like this.

You took your time choosing clothes—nothing fancy, but a far cry from the ragged things you’d worn on the road. A soft white shirt that framed your collarbones just right, and patched-together pants made from forgotten dresses scavenged from the castle closets. It wasn’t much, but when you caught your reflection, you finally saw someone who looked like you again.

You were just tying the last strands of your braid when a knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your heart leaped.

You knew who it was. It had to be Alucard. He was the only one who knew this room was sacred—a quiet sanctuary you both shared.

But the rush of excitement twisted the moment you opened the door.

You stuttered, “You have a lot to explain—”

It was supposed to sound frustrated, but it came out soft, like a confession. You were too eager, too happy to see him again.

Only... it wasn’t him.

The woman standing in front of you had fiery red hair and sapphire eyes that almost glowed. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile.

“Good noon,” she said, accent thick and musical. “I thought you were still sleeping downstairs.”

Your heart stumbled. Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“I—I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else,” you stammered, half-laughing at your own awkwardness. Her gaze lingered on you, and you resisted the urge to curl in on yourself.

She chuckled softly as if she understood. “It’s fine. I thought you were someone else too,” she said, eyes drifting curiously past you. “I was sure this was Alucard’s room, though.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

You paused. Then, without thinking, you blurted out, “You’re not wrong. This is my room too.”

She blinked. Her gaze sharpened—not with judgment, but recognition. Understanding.

You hadn’t said anything about your relationship with Alucard, but you didn’t need to. It was in the way you stood here. The way you spoke.

Her eyes softened. And you couldn’t look away.

“Are you looking for Alucard?” you asked, voice barely a whisper. Your heart pounded, hungry for any sign of him.

“No. He’s not around,” she said, still watching you. “Alucard’s been… restless since this morning.”

Restless?

“Restless? Why?”

You couldn’t stop the edge of panic in your voice.

She tilted her head, smile faint and knowing. “Just because,” she said gently. “I’m Sypha, by the way. And you must be starving. Want to join us for lunch at the cabin?”

You hesitated. Her kindness was real, but there was something underneath—curiosity, quiet and precise like she was piecing together a puzzle. You were one of the pieces.

Still, you nodded.

You walked beside Sypha to the cabin, you listened as she filled in the blanks of what you’d missed. Two days before your arrival, there had been a fierce battle outside the castle. Night creatures and vampires had attacked—not just them, but Death itself had come for them.

Sypha spoke of it calmly, with the ease of someone used to surviving chaos. But beneath the calm, you could sense the weight in her words.

“It was tough,” she said quietly. “But we managed to win.”

You said nothing for a while.

You were still trying to process the truth.

These were people who had fought—and won— against Death. That part baffles you the most.

As you stepped into the cabin, your heart sank a little.

Alucard wasn’t there.

The space was quiet—too quiet. Three people sat inside, all turning to look at you. The woman from before—the one who’d nearly killed you—was seated at the table, her green eyes unreadable. And beside her stood a broad, rugged man with a broken arm, his blue eyes locked on you, surprise flickering across his face.

Trevor. It had to be.

Sypha was already seated, her expression open and warm. She gave a small smile, her voice breaking the silence.

“Well, we could introduce ourselves while we eat,” she said gently, stepping toward the stove and ladling porridge into a bowl. “Come, sit.”

You hesitated before slipping into the seat across from her. The warm food hit you instantly, grounding you more than you expected. It was just that: warmth, quiet, and breathing. Peace.

“You’ve probably noticed,” Sypha added as she handed you the bowl, “meat’s hard to come by these days. Night creatures scare off most of them, This—” she gestured at the simple stew, “—is the best we can manage.”

You nodded, quietly grateful. It was better than roasted squirrel. And more than anything, it felt… kind.

Then the woman cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice softer than before. “For last night. We’ve been on edge.”

“I get it,” you replied. “Wasn’t exactly knocking politely.”

She offered a hand. “Greta.”

You shook it. Then the man at the end of the table raised a brow.

“I’m Trevor,” he said. “So… are you really his apprentice, or just good at sneaking into castles?”

“Trevor,” Sypha hissed, elbowing him.

You laughed. “I can explain.”

And you did.

You told them about the plague. The village. How you look for the castle with a broken ankle, and found a golden-eyed damphir man, who didn’t shut the door on you. How he took you in. Taught you. Stayed when no one else did.

You left out the blood on the floor. The sleepless nights. The soft things said in the dark.

You said you left four weeks ago to go back to Beleyrone, your village.

But you didn’t say how your hands had shaken the whole way down the path. How it nearly broke you to walk away.

Trevor leaned back in his chair. “So why come back?”

Sypha turned to him, annoyed. “Trevor—”

He held up a hand. “What? It’s a fair question.”

You didn’t answer right away. You stirred the porridge, throat tight.

How do you say I missed him in a way that doesn’t sound childish? How do you admit that no matter how far you went, your heart stayed in the halls of that castle?

You opened your mouth, but before you could speak, the cabin door creaked open.

“Because I told her to,” came a familiar voice.

You froze.

That voice. Calm, melodic, just a touch amused.

Alucard. Bright, golden, and beautiful Adrian.

Your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

He stepped into the cabin like a breeze slipping through the cracks, golden eyes meeting yours instantly. You didn’t need to turn to know it was him—his presence filled the room like gravity.

He walked toward you, and before you could say a word, his hand reached for the back of your neck, fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that nearly shattered you.

“You have a lot to explain, apprentice,” he murmured, but his smirk gave him away.

You smiled. “So do you, Alucard.”

A pause stretched between you. The world around you dimmed.

The others faded into a soft blur as he leaned closer. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up—slowly, questioningly. His hair fell forward, framing both your faces, and for a breathless second, it felt like the world was holding its breath. You realize, he's going to kiss you

Then—

"Ahem."

Greta cleared her throat. Loudly.

You flinched back, feel your ears burning. Alucard clicked his tongue, frustrated, clearly just as annoyed at the interruption.

He missed you.

God, he missed you.

Those four weeks? Torture. Every creak of the castle reminded him of your footsteps. Every quiet night, he imagined you laughing somewhere else, in another home, with a bumpkin boy. A simple life, a safer one.

But now, here you were. Wearing something stitched from old castle dresses. Sitting in a chair he made when he couldn’t sleep. Looking at him like he was still yours.

And it hit him—you never really left.

Not in the way that mattered.

You carried him with you. And maybe, just maybe… that was enough.

The others were still watching—Trevor, skeptical. Sypha, smiling knowingly. Greta, trying not to grin.

Yeah. Whatever this was between you and Alucard?

It was definitely more than just “apprentice and master.”

“What’s that?” Trevor interrupts as he squints at what Alucard’s holding.

A fresh deer leg hangs by a rope—still red, the muscle cleanly cut, bone jutting from the top. The smell of fresh blood clings faintly to the air.

“What do you think it is, Belmont?” Alucard replies coolly, voice laced with dry annoyance.

"What is it, really?” You also ask, curious.

His expression softens the moment he turns to you.

“Deer,” he says, voice warmer now. “I caught it this morning. Gave most of it to the families outside.”

You notice the shift—how gentle he is with you compared to Trevor, who grumbles under his breath.

“I thought…” Alucard pauses, then looks away, “you’d like a proper meal.”

You nod shyly, quietly touched.

Everyone else at the table? Yeah—they groan internally. It’s painfully obvious now.

:~

The night was cold, and after everything that had happened, patrol was necessary. It was supposed to be a normal routine—Alucard lost in thought, quietly humming, snarky comments and his mind drifting to you, and Trevor rambling with his usual cocky tone—until Greta came running toward them with urgent news.

“Someone broke in?” Trevor’s tone sharpens.

Greta nods. “She said she was your apprentice.” looking at Alucard.

Before either of them can blink, a blur of red and gold sweeps past them.

Alucard is gone.

Wind rushes in his wake.

He moves through the castle like something ancient waking from a long slumber. His steps echo softly on the marble, heart pounding with something he hasn’t felt in years: anticipation.

He tunes in, listening—until he hears it.

Your heartbeat.

Faint, steady, achingly familiar.

His footsteps slow. He doesn’t rush now. He wants to savor it.

He finds you in the old sitting room, dimly lit by firelight. The velvet couch cradles your body. You’re asleep, curled in on yourself, boots still muddy, face streaked with dirt and tiny cuts.

Still beautiful.

Still alive.

He sinks quietly to the floor beside you, just to look. He lays his head on his arm, propped beside yours on the velvet couch, quietly admiring you.One hand gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. You shift slightly in your sleep, leaning into the touch.

A small, tired smile tugs at his lips.

You came back.

You’ve lost weight. Your hands are rougher. Your clothes are worn during travel. And yet, to him, you’ve never looked more radiant.

He stays like that for a long time. Watching. Make sure you’re there.

Eventually, he lifts you carefully in his arms and carries you to the shared bedroom. The castle has felt like a tomb for weeks—tonight, it feels like a home again.

He doesn’t dream of blood this time.

Not of his fathers death.

Not of Sumi or Taka’s betrayal.

Just you—curled into his chest, your breath warm against his neck, legs tangled like you never left.

His arms around you tighten slightly. He presses a kiss to your hair.

This time, he won’t let go.

♡

🪻: I'm actually gonna cry I can't BELIEVE that there are people who liked my first fic and delusions thank you all so much! 💗💗 idk if this is as good as the first one but i tried my best💗, this ones a bit long cus this was heavily inspired by Hozier's cover of Do I Wanna Know hehe..I really appreciate all the comments, likes and everything! Tysm!!

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A Place to Fall

Alucard x reader, Part 2

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It had been four weeks since you left the castle, yet you couldn't forget why you sought out Alucard in the first place—to become his apprentice, to learn medicine, to save your ailing village. You had responsibilities, people who relied on you.

You promised him two weeks.

You overstayed.

Leaving had been a difficult choice. After all, you had just confessed your love to each other. And yet, you left, knowing it meant he would be alone again in that vast, somber castle... or so you thought.

TW: Im pretty much new to this and english isn't my first language so bear with with me :)) Post-season 4 Castlevania fanfic. Clingy Alucard & reader, character introductions, possibly inaccurate(??),fluff, alucard, sorceress reader, fools in love, should i make a part 2?

"This is all I can do. The rest is in your hands alone."

His voice had been steady, but you had seen the way his golden eyes softened as he handed you the leather bag. Inside, carefully wrapped, was every remedy he could prepare—enough to turn the tide against the plague that threatened your home.

Alucard’s fingers lingered against yours. As if by holding on for just a second longer, he could keep you here. As if the thought of you leaving didn’t gnaw at him, didn’t worry him to the core—

"I know," you had said, meeting his gaze.

For a long moment, the two of you simply stared at each other, words unspoken but deeply understood. Then, he sighed, a quiet thing, before breaking the silence.

"Do come back to me," he murmured. "I'm already missing you, and you haven’t even left."

The warmth of his hands enveloped yours, one shifting to cradle your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheek with a gentleness that still felt new between you. Then, he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your eyelids.

It had left you flustered—heart pounding, cheeks burning.

"I know," you had whispered again, this time with a smile. A smile that made his cold heart melt.

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You hadn’t planned to stay in Beleyrone for so long, but how could you leave when your people needed you? They had been relieved—grateful that their dying grace had not forgotten them. You returned with knowledge that helped them weather the plague, and for the first time in a long while, hope flickered in their weary eyes.

With Alucard’s teachings, you worked tirelessly, slowly helping the village stand on its feet again. An extra week turned into another. You had no parents, but Beleyrone had raised you, and in their time of need, you couldn’t turn away. Still, no matter how much comfort the village offered, one truth remained—you missed Adrian.

You missed him terribly.

You missed the warmth of his touch, the hesitant way he learned to love again under your care. You had healed him, not just in body but in heart, teaching him what gentle, unwavering love could be. In return, he offered you everything—his home, his trust, and most importantly, himself. And you accepted without hesitation.

Now, as the haunting towers of Dracula’s castle finally rise in the distance, relief floods your chest. You’re so close to home. Soon, you’ll be back in his arms, sharing the warmth of your bed after too many nights spent alone.

But something is wrong.

At first, it’s just an uneasy feeling in your gut. Then, you see them—people, far too many of them.

Your grip tightens on your cloak as you take in the unfamiliar sight: villagers in makeshift tents, half-built houses clustered near the castle walls, and scattered debris from the fortress itself. Signs of battle linger in the air like a ghost.

Panic claws at your throat.

What happened while you were gone?

It’s only been four weeks.

As you pass by the tents, a few people—still awake at this ungodly hour—glance at you. Some curious, some anxious, some afraid. A stranger at their doorstep, after everything they had been through.

Then you see the injuries. Some light, others fatal. The villagers were no exception to whatever disaster had taken place here.

You force yourself to look away. You can’t focus on them now.

What matters most is—

Adrian.

God, was he alright? Did he have enough blood to heal? Anxiety coils in your stomach, threatening to choke you.

You push open the heavy doors of the castle.

Torches flare to life one by one, their golden light stretching through the stone halls as if welcoming you back. You almost want to collapse right then and there—this place, despite its eerie silence, is the safest you've felt in weeks.

But now’s not the time to rest.

“…I’m home?” you call out hesitantly, voice trembling. “Alucard? Adrian?

No answer.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. The silence is suffocating.

Was he dead? No—no, that couldn’t be. Then—

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

A voice. Steady. Firm.

A woman’s voice.

You whirl around, heart hammering. A sword gleams in the dim light, pointed straight at your throat. The woman holding it has sharp green eyes that burn with warning, her brown skin glistening with sweat, her messy hair falling in loose strands around her face.

Beautiful.

And dangerous..

Soon, you'll find out that her name is Greta

She must have noticed your confusion first because she mirrored it—her sharp gaze softened slightly, her brows furrowing. But you only stared, still hidden beneath your hood, struggling to process who this woman could possibly be.

“Well?” she asked, voice edged with warning. “Do you usually just stand there and wait to be stabbed?”

It wasn’t fear that kept you silent. You were simply too tired—too drained to even recall your purpose here, your place in Alucard’s life. So you took the safest route, avoiding any answers that might lead to more questions.

Slowly, you raised your hands in surrender. “I’m Alucard’s apprentice.”

“Apprentice?” she echoed, surprise flickering across her face. Her grip on the blade loosened, but you barely noticed. Instead, you simply unclasped your cloak, letting it slip off and land onto a nearby chair. The fabric pooled as if discarded by the wind, revealing the state you were in—greasy hair, dirt-streaked clothes, boots caked in dried mud.

The night creatures weren’t kind what state your in, the fight you had to travel back to back , when there’s someone living in the night alone, it’d been an easy meal for them hence why your energy is so depleted. You cant even light a small fire even if its on your hand with magic, thats how tired you are.

“Apprentice,” you repeated, as if saying it again would make it feel true. Calling yourself his lover felt too bold, too premature. After all, nothing had been made official yet.

“You’re his apprentice?” The woman frowned. “Then why did he never mention you? What’s your name? What can you—”

“I’ll ask the questions first,” you interrupted, stepping forward. “Is he alive?”

Your voice wavered with exhaustion, with dread. Your legs felt weak—whether from the sight of the familiar red couch by the fireplace, the warmth that almost coaxed you into collapsing, or the unbearable fear that the next words you heard would shatter you completely.

Something terrible had happened here.

The great hall bore its scars—gaping holes in the walls, crumbling stone, rubble swept into untidy piles. Whatever took place in your absence… it had been disastrous.

...

"Of course, he’s alive. He’s on patrol with Trevor tonight," the woman sighs, rubbing the back of her neck.

You stop mid-step, the words taking a moment to sink in.

Alive.

The tension in your body uncoils all at once, like a thread being pulled loose. Weeks of fighting, of running, of barely surviving—all of it crashes down on you in an instant. The exhaustion you’d been holding at bay finally catches up, heavy as a landslide.

Behind you, Greta watches in silence. Talking to people isn’t exactly her strong suit—convincing them, comforting them, making things easier. That’s Sypha’s job, and Sypha is asleep.

For fuck’s sake. Why did it have to be her who woke up?

She exhales sharply, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She has no idea what to do with you, this stranger who walked in claiming to be Alucard’s apprentice. And yet, here you are, standing in his home like you belong—like you know you belong. Even her own people aren’t allowed to just wander in here. Not without his say—

Thud.

Greta’s eyes snap open just in time to see you crumble.

You don’t even try to catch yourself. Your arm barely moves, weakly shielding your head before you hit the ground. For a second, she tenses, ready to act, but then she notices the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest.

You didn’t faint.

You just… fell asleep.

Right there on the cold stone floor, like your body had been waiting for permission to shut down. And knowing he was alive—that had been permission enough.

Greta sighs, staring down at you.

Well. This part, she knows how to handle.

It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.

Guys this is a first for me lmk if you liked it cus ill definetly post a part 2 (ill also tag u soo), lmk if u have any recs on my writing🥺

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helloooo i literally ADOREEE your writing and have read ALL of your jjk works istg!!! i was wondering if you had any recs for any series? ive been in a slump lately and i rlly wanna read some new fics but cant find any :((

oh i gotchu. all of these are NSFW (unless otherwise indicated), well written, and untragic ending (uhhh unless i remember wrong, some of these i read a long time ago) because i'm picky and a pussy.

completed

gojo satoru

convergence theory (ao3)

canon au, marriage of convenience au. tension is well written, and gojo is a little shit lke he would be in canon. beautiful and yummy characterization of him as the complex character he is.

shame on me by @starmapz

canon au. i love how gojo is written, and i love trish's writing style, lol. reader has a curse inside her, like sukuna is inside yuji, and gojo comes to take her to jjt. it's very well written the yearning >

games and matches by @lostfracturess

modern au, dad's best friend au. AHHH HE'S SOSOSO FINE IN THIS like i need him so bad. i just love reader's inner conflict and also the drama. i need dilf gojo <3

pandora's box by @c0pkiller

priest au. it's just so interesting to see them battle their impulses and what their religion has told them to do. the pining is chef's kiss, and satoru is realllyyy sweet in this one. i didn't know what to expect when i was reading it but wow it was very, very well written.

moonlight (ao3)

canon au, mating bond au. sort of omega verse but not really. the sexual tension is INSANE and it's genuinely so well written. the angst is delicious and the comfort that follows is even more delicious.

family formation by @dellalyra

found family au in canon universe. i love this one, super fluffy and well written. it's super domestic, and very comforting. i love gojo (as a father and daddy :p)

ukiyo (ao3)

secret marriage au in canon. super flufy as well baha gojo is adorbs :3

baby steps by @lemonlover1110

pregnancy au, and if i remember correctly canon au. the tea in this is crazyyy actually, and i felt the angst as gojo and reader grappled with the pregnancy. i loved the ending, it felt so rewarding <3

nanami kento

inflitration by @pseudowho

canon au, fake marriage au. i loved the pining in this. It had a lot of my favorite tropes, including forced proximity, the classic making out to avoid getting caught, and fake marriage (to overthrow a cult). also haitch writes this man beautifully so ik it was going to a banger

strangers in love by @ayyy-pee

exes to lover au, and the angst hurts really good. they make up very well by the end and i love this series a lottt. lexi writes conflicts out so beautifully, and im so in love. the end had me on my toes but i was so glad nanami pulled thru <3

your best friend's brother by @delirious-donna

modern au, best friend's brother au. the humor is done amazingly well, and their writing style is amazing. The sexual tension is actually INSANE there were times I was screaming at them to fuck because of the chemistry they had :3

toji fushiguro

unscripted (ao3) by @ryowriten / @kasukuna

modern au, toji's a erotic va in this. ITS SO FUNNy and megumi is super super silly. reader is so me coded (she's a loser basically) and toji is super hot. the sexual tension is amazing and it feels like reading a rom com.

sukuna ryomen

hesitance by @yenayaps

modern au, gym employees au SO FLUFFFYYY READER IS ME. i love sukuna like this, where he's so down bad. the ending is sooo sweeet it'll make you cry

defiance by @yenayaps

heian era au. GRAAHHHHHH THIS ONE WAS SO SWEET IT'S SO CUTE LIKE THE ENDING MADE ME CRY BC IT WAS SO SWEET. everyone needs to read this one, i love heian era aus like this

ongoing (BUT i have very strong faith that they are going to be finished because the authors are active with frequent updates. otherwise i'll kms live on camera)

what you know by @starmapz

sukuna x reader college AU. SUPER self indulgent, sukuna is such a cutie. i would even say found family au because sukuna takes care of his brothers and AHHH IT'S ADORABLEEE <3 it's also really steamy bc sukuna is SO HOT so :333

kickoff by @celestie0

gojo x reader, college AU. oh my god i love this series gojo is so lore accurate if he was a college student in 2024. he's just ughhhh so well written you will have such a crush on him. also reader is a baddie too what can i say

in holy matrimony by @celestie0

gojo x reader, modern au, fake marriage au. the banter in this is BEAUTIFUL it's so fucking funny. it's sort of like a rom com, and the angst is just written so beautifully. reader is just a girl :(

motherhood and matrimony by @alygator77

gojo x reader, fake marriage au ceo au. AHH THIS FIC IS MY GUILTY PLEASURE. please im always on my toes with this one, reader's a single mom and her son's interaction w gojo are sooo cute. gojo best dad :(

controller by @yenayaps

sukuna x reader, ceo au. i haven't gotten the chance to fully read this one but WOW seeing the tags + knowing how sienna writes this is gonna be FIRE

angels in the snow (ao3)

nanami x reader, strangers to lovers. don't be afraid to pick this one up just because it's ongoing, you'll feel very satisfied because it feels like a collection (and has 52 chapters already) than an incomplete series. nanami and reader meet at an airport and have to drive home together bc their flight gets canceled. the progression of their relationship is so sweet, and he's suchhh a green flag. very comfy <3

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symptoms and causes | m.list

pairing — professor gojo x med student reader

summary — he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

status — ongoing (no schedule)

word count — 193 k

warnings — 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, substance abuse/addiction, overdosing, alcohol use, self-destructive behavior, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, codependency, manipulation, moral ambiguity, borderline insane behavior by all involved, mental health issues, heavy angst, panic attacks, (family) trauma, anger issues, violence, fire incident, references to attempted SA, mentions of death, illness, blood, graphic injuries and medical procedures, academic misconduct/ethics, strong language. reader discretion is advised.

genre/tags — age difference (11 years), student-teacher relationship, university setting, medical content, satoru gojo is deeply flawed but undeniably lovable, he falls first and i'll probably drive him insane, complicated relationship/pining, happy ending, suguru geto is also a hot surgeon (because, why not?)

playlist + taglist + ao3 + wattpad

chapters

chapter 01 | stepping into the surgeon's circle

chapter 02 | bandaid

chapter 03 | shattered porcelain

chapter 04 | flowers and rain

chapter 05 | consume

chapter 06 | after every decision

chapter 07 | old friends

chapter 08 | setting sun

chapter 09 | dying light (gojo's pov)

chapter 10 | nightmare

chapter 11 | bleed (gojo's pov)

chapter 12 | tethered to you

chapter 13 | say my name

chapter 14 | this is me trying

chapter 15 | one last time

chapter 16 | where'd it go wrong (gojo's pov)

more to come...

headcanons

gojo headcanons (sfw + nsfw) + geto headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

drabbles

thoughts of you (geto)

background info

gojo aesthetics + what gojo wears + what geto wears + what yn wears + what car they drive + gojo's apartment + how old they are + what the university/clinic looks like + geto aesthetics + nanami headcanons + gojo's body count

© lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or modify my work.

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i miss him

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speaking of Gojo chasing after older women.....yall should defff check out teachers pet. It’s a game where Gojo is a fifth year student and you’re a brand new teacher :))))

and the best part??? It’s free!!!!

[yukinemaroop]

The feminine urge to bake him desserts, clean his house, cook him food, and just squeeze him so tight he can't breathe because he SOOO FIIINEEEE

AUGH-

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he's so silly

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gojo satoru // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

a bowl of rock candy

infinite rewind

monsoon

kabedon.

no shirt, no problem

ariadne's thread

ruptured amethyst; splintered tanzanite

wait for me

home with you

interlude

astronomically

his kiss, the riot

cold hands

always golden

mother oh mother

i can feel your heart beating with mine

sweet tooth

in the countryside

two babies

sweetest jealousy

3a.m.

aftermath

banana pancakes

playing pretend

lovers in the d minor

undefinable

perseids

october.

and that just takes the cake

past, present, future

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