you're a blessing, not a curse
yandere!gojo x curse reader
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pt.2 summary - you're surrounded by sorcerers arguing amongst themselves, deciding your fate. with every minute ticking by your hope trickles as the decision leans against being in your favour (i wonder which pretty boy will step in to be your knight in shining armour (//∇//)?)
a/n - sorry for any slow updates, i've got upcoming exam stuff that i am procrastinating... hope you enjoy this, though !! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა 𖹭.ᐟ
word count - 2.3k
with every stride, you get more and more aggravated. this white-haired prick drags you aaall the way from your little hideaway straight into jujutsu high. this is a death wish, begging and ready to be signed. no longer were you only in the presence of this stalker, but you were now in the vicinity of multiple well-trained sorcerers. great. if you had a chance of survival back there, you definitely don't now.
you could feel the stares of the students stabbing you. you honestly found it embarrassing to be in such a predicament. the sorcerers are staring at you as you're getting manhandled. you cringe at the thought. the blindfolded sorcerer up ahead paid no mind; however, he seemed to have one mission in mind, and that was to 'find a use' for you. what a joke.
your legs have grown tired from trying to keep up with his pace, it didn't help that he was dragging you by your wrists. you're almost certain that if he pulls any harder, he'll dislocate something in your arms.
with a few more strides, he pulls you up the stairs to the front of a door. you could physically feel the cursed energy oozing through the hinges. as you both stand there, he gives you a subtle glance, gliding over your worried expression. though, he provides no comfort, he probably does not know if his little plan will pan out. he looks forward, and with his free hand, he knocks a few times.
he doesn't wait for a response and just opens the door wide open, dragging you along inside. the subtle bustle of noise dies down as they're interrupted by gojo and his little curse tumbling in.
"gojo-" one of the council members shout in surprise.
the one closest cuts in, "gojo, you're late." the other members eye you, with their guards up. wondering why he brought you along.
"well, i'm here now, aren't i?" as he says as he slings his arm over your shoulder, grinning ear to ear. with your hands free, you rub your wrists, trying to ease the ache.
"why is a curse on the premises..? we're not interested in one of your little jokes, satoru." an older council member glares, annoyed at the sudden interruption.
"straight to the point, huh?" he says, amused. he always got a kick out of annoying these stuck-up elders.
"well, you know the little curse-eating special grade we've been tailing..?" he says, smiling. with an exaggerated motion, he points and circles to your face.
"...gojo." one of them stares in disbelief. "we told you to leave it as is, that we'd deal with it another time", they sigh.
"so? deal with it now," he states bluntly like a spoiled kid demanding something from his parents.
"you know the outcome, it was always going to be exorcised.", the older sorcerer frustratingly argues.
"uh, no? we can use it to our advantage, it's basically doing our job for us" he argues, pulling you in tighter by the shoulder as the discussion becomes more and more agitated.
this back and forth continues on for a little while; by the looks of the other members, the meeting was meant to end a bit ago. they looked antsy and just wanted to find a reason to leave.
"tsk, god- this is why we didn't want you observing, you always get so attached," the council member snidely remarks.
"pshh, yeah right. i'm just saying, we can use it to our benefit, why kill it now?"
"it's too much work and too much of a hassle for a singular cursed spirit that has no capacity to care for human life. it will turn against you at any chance it gets."
you felt inferior. not because you thought you were, but because of the way they referred to you. well, you weren't even directly referred to since they're deciding your fate without a single glimmer of your own input. it felt as if you were an innocent dog labelled as dangerous, with people arguing for your end just because of your mere existence. you hadn't even bitten anyone to warrant such a spiel of hatred.
"blah blah, always sooo negative. that's why in our original plan, we had thought of a binding vow," he continues, frustrated at the constant denial.
you didn't like the sound of that. binding vows especially between two parties, have to be taken seriously. you did not want to involve yourself in that whole charade. not like you had much of a choice, it seems. all you could do was stand and attempt to pose no threat.
"no one wants the hassle of trying to keep an unruly curse in check, and no one wants the risks that come with binding vows." a member chimes in.
"i'll do it, let it be my responsibility, ok? it's truly not a big deal," he rolls his eyes, trying to downplay this whole situation.
"you already have the responsibility of the vessel, you really wanna bring another curse into the mix?" one of them says, exasperated by the never-ending back and forth
"i can handle it", he says with a teasing grin, knowing they've given up on denying him his little side project.
"aha.. right," the member says defeatedly.
he leans over to you, poking your cheek, "you live to see another day".
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however, this wasn't over. not only was your freedom getting taken away, but now you'll have to agree to a binding vow that will limit you even further. what have you gotten yourself into?
you two stand before the council as he initiates the vow. blank. everything goes dark, and you find yourself in your innate domain.
within your domain, there's water that stretches out beyond what the eye can see. the serenity of the place is tethered by the fog engulfing it. above the water is a maze of structures and bridges. a large temple stands in the middle of it all, with all the bridges and pathways linking to it.
amidst the fog, all that could be seen were the candles on the bannisters and the oil lamps hanging from the wooden beams. if not for their warm glow, the atmosphere would seem a lot more chilling.
you're perched up on the top stairs of the temple. you're in the robes of a distant time. the same ones you were in when you first manifested into existence. you were adorned with jewels and glimmering metals that were once yours.
as you sit upon the stairs you feel utter dread. you felt bitter towards your domain; it was a harsh reminder of a time that was now long gone. you sigh as you come to your senses as to why you're even here. why are you in your domain, why not his? hand under your chin, you sit and wait, running your hand over your silky sleeves as you try to soothe yourself.
through the fog, a figure finally cuts through. with you perched up on the stairs and him at your feet, it almost seems like he's the one about to beg for mercy. oh, how you wish that were true.
he stands there, hands in his pockets. he looks up and your uneasy expression meets his.
you're the first to begin, "why my domain? you're the one making the vow," you ask, tilting your head.
"why not?" he teases with a smirk. you just roll your eyes in return.
he starts to slowly walk up the steps, "by the looks of everything, you're a rather old, cursed spirit, huh?"
"rather rude to speculate, huh?" you retort mockingly. you didn't mean to come off so rude, but also, what's his problem? not like he answered your question.
he just grins in response, "and by your attire, i can tell the years haven't been kind to you", he chuckles, making a dig at how the rather expensive look you've got going on doesn't match the one you've been running around with nowadays.
you just furrow your eyebrows, annoyed at his 'jokes'. by this point, he's a couple of steps from being at the very top, now looming over you with his tall, broad silhouette. he leans down to your eye level.
"who are you?" he says in a hushed tone, tilting his head to get a better read of your face.
you scowl, "why're you so insistent on figuring me out?" you huff, frustrated by his annoying nature. you weren't comfortable with thinking about your past, why would you share it with him, of all people?
he tuts, "can't a guy be curious?" he feigns ignorance. silence falls upon the two of you. he frees a hand from his pocket and gently places it at the top of your head, "shall we start the vow, little curse?"
the council decided that the vow should enforce you from being able to harm any sorcerers. even if the sorcerer was in the wrong, their life was more valuable than yours. that right there peeved you off. the negative labelling of you really frustrated you, you had never went out of your way to cause harm, they know this. but they still view you as inferior. in return for following these terms, you'd be able to live. yes, just live.
however, luckily for you, when the vows get created, it's only in the presence of the two parties. therefore, what the vow was actually going to be was a little secret to be kept between you and gojo. which you don't really know if that's any better.
he pokes at your forehead, "don't look so solemn, I'm not thaaat mean", he prods, "i'll be nice", he says as innocently as he can.
"i truly doubt that", you sigh in defeat.
"hey, have I not been nice to you? i could've let them exorcise you, you know," he states, annoyed that his efforts are going unseen.
you give him an 'are you serious' look. he's the one who roped you into this mess. he could've left you be, but nooo, he had to restrict your freedom for what? just because he wanted to?
"tsk, don't be so bratty. i'm doing you a favour, you heard them, they were gonna exorcise you sooner or later," he argues.
"me? a favour? how gracious of you." you just snap. annoyed and frustrated at his continuous egotistical spouts about what he's doing is good for you, right, as if.
he goes dead silent. despite your rather human appearance, it seems your words finally got to him. that you truly are a cursed spirit through and through.
he takes you by surprise as he grabs a hold of your chin, "you really think you would've been able to escape them? if you couldn't sense me, what makes you think they would've been any different, hm?", he argues bluntly.
his teasing demeanour now gone, replaced by a fed-up up pissed off tone. maybe you pushed it too far. just maybe.
he lets go of your chin and sighs, trying to brush off the tension. "well, let's get onto the terms then, right?", he asks with a huff.
all you do is just hum in response, wanting to get this over with.
"okay, so, number one, you won't harm any of my students, such as yuji, nobara or megumi."
"soo, what about the rest?" you ask, confused.
"i trust my students, the others though... i want you to be able to protect yourself if they cause issues." he'll ensure that you'll be safe, but if there's an extreme situation and he can't be there to protect you, he wants you to be able to take care of yourself. despite how much he may not like it.
"didn't expect you to actually be reasonable", you mock. he just rolls his eyes at your comment.
he continues, "lastly, you'll only be able to feed on curses when you're with me", he states, flicking your forehead.
"huh?" you rub your forehead, annoyed, "what, why?"
"because any curses that are exorcised or taken care of by sorcerers, which you are now tied to, have to be reported and documented. i can't have you going on a little rampage, god knows where.", he explains.
that was one superficial reason, but it's also to make sure that you aren't conspiring with other cursed spirits. which have been causing a lot of trouble lately. the higher ups would be up his ass about it if you were. he can just imagine them nagging him about how they were right and he was wrong, nag, nag, nag- he was gonna ensure that you weren't gonna cause trouble.
"so, you follow these terms and in return, you get to live your little cursed spirit life.", he continues.
this is really not much of a life if your actions, your choices, are bound by the decisions of others. you wonder how long this'll last. what will be the cataclysm to end all of this nonsense? your death? his death? or something much bigger. you weren't a psychic; only time could tell where all of this was going to go.
"do you understand the terms, little curse?", he sofly asks, with his hand outstretched.
if it wasn't for his rather aggravating personality, you'd compare his appearance to that of an angel. however, he seemed more like an insolent child if anything.
you lightly nod in response as you accept his hand, sealing the vow. he lightly pulls you up from the stairs and plants a gentle kiss on your soft, almost human-like skin. you fluster at the sudden touch, but before you could properly react, your domain fades back to the council room.
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