you're a blessing, not a curse
yandere!gojo x curse reader
pt.1 summary - you're a cursed spirit that struck the interest of the strongest sorcerer around, and he's been interested in you for a long, long while ♡
a/n - uhmm. kind of a divergence from my last post, oops. this part is mostly an introduction, if you may, so sorry if it's not too interesting :')
word count - 1.8k
just like the majority of cursed spirits on this planet, you were created through the overwhelming emotions that bubble within humans.
except one uncommon aspect of you is that instead of preying on humans, you prey on your own kind.
you find it ridiculous to call other curses your own kind, especially the ones you often meet. always so boisterous and egotistical, blabbering on about world domination and such. it quite honestly bores you. they're all, for the most part, the same. you never had a taste for human flesh. they've always smelt awfully bitter, god knows how awful they'd actually taste. fellow curses, on the other hand, always had a sweet aftertaste to them, way more appealing than humans. therefore, as long as it satiated your hunger, you were content.
you were occupying yourself with your usual escapades, often venturing from one district of the city to the next. your existence had become one of an observer. never purposefully interfering with any humans, trying to blend into the crowd and the shade that came along with the concrete buildings. due to your willingness to stay here, you always had to have an eye out for sorcerers, being alert at all times.
sure, you could just not risk it and stick to an abandoned area, more obvious but further away from prying eyes. however, with how long you've been wandering this earth, it gets abhorrently boring to stay in one place. even you long to see new things. such as, if any new stores opened up, what new scandal is on the news, what new popular craze humans are obsessing over now?
stupid, sure, but you had to find some meaning in this seemingly never-ending existence, even if it meant just being a ghost to it all. sure, if you wanted to, you could involve yourself in the lives of humans, but you already know how complicated it can get. oh, you know very well. so, due to the past, you try oh so hard to forget, you don't mind being an observer. absently watching people and their lives fly by. in the world that you no longer have true purpose in anymore.
whenever your hunger, borderline starvation, would set in, you'd be on the prowl for any unsuspecting curses. ideally, for a longer-lasting meal, a higher-level curse would be necessary. it wasn't hard to find curses since humans served as bait, so whenever a lone human passed by, there was sure to be a curse nearby, staking out its claim.
but that's besides the point. you were far from hungry now, and all you wanted to do was go to your little safe space.
you were silently walking towards your favourite little secluded park. it was further from the main city, but you didn't mind. this early in the morning, it meant that all the little critters would still be out. as you enter the enclosed forested area, you find your way to your most frequented spot. you sit upon the mossy mound, with the shrubbery and leaves surrounding you. the morning dew felt wet to the touch, dampening your clothing. you sat quietly, waiting for your usual visitors to slither out. with a small bag of trail mix in one hand, you shake it to lure the little buggers to you. you hold out a handful to your first visitor, a little bunny.
you found solace in the critters you looked after. they were the only beings you harboured no resentment towards. unlike humans or cursed spirits, wildlife wasn't vengeful and spiteful. they were the purest of beings, or so you thought.
despite what sorcerers believe, oftentimes humans are just as bad if not worse than curses. their rigid way of thinking made you avoid sorcerers as much as you possibly could, knowing that their main objective is to rid the world of you. they wouldn't care for sob stories, no matter how truthful or false; they saw you as subhuman, not worthy of mercy. so you stuck to befriending the beings that wouldn't hurt you for your mere existence.
you thought today would be like the rest, calm and predictable. that's how you preferred it. oh but how wrong you were, though.
you were so caught up with the company of your creatures that you completely failed to sense a sorcerer lingering in the foreground. you had gotten too used to your routine. failing to realise that you instead were the one being observed. you can't pinpoint for how long this had been going on for, but as this realisation strikes, it's too late. you were now the prey with its legs helplessly caught in the trap.
your eyes go wide, you gasp. swiftly abandoning everything and making it to a nearby tree. the wild critters scurry off, and the sorcerer only follows suit, trapping you against the rough bark.
he looms over you, and you glance over the tall figure. you could instantly recognise who he was. as if the stark white hair and the blindfold wasnt enough of a giveaway.
your heart plummets to your stomach. every curse and every sourcerer knew who satoru gojo was. if you ever were to attract the attention of a sorcerer, he was the last one you wanted to face. at least with the rest of them, you had somewhat of a fighting chance.
you internally panic. you fold into yourself as you slide lower and lower down the tree bark, trying to make distance between the light haired sorcerer and yourself. he chuckles at the pathetic attempt, lightly kicking your foot with his own.
"i won't hurt you," he goads, "..unless you force me to," mumbling the last part.
you hum nervously, "rightt...". you sit with your knees to your chest, attempting to eye every possible way you could escape.
he stares down at you, head tilted. "well, for one, you're definitely not escaping, come on, stand up," he instructs, with a goady smile across his face.
as you barely register his words, he lifts you up by the shoulders, holding you in place against the withered tree.
he begins, "soo, you're the cannibal curse we've been hearing about, huh. you really wouldn't expect it by the looks of you..", scratching his chin in thought.
you're at a loss for words, all the years you spent wandering the earth, all to be ended by six eyes. you would've been far more combative if it wasn't him. but what could you do? you were no match, not alone.
he continues despite your silence, "i've kept an eye on you for soooo long, i was in disbelief that a curse that looks as weak as you was out here hunting special grades", he speaks as if he's been dying to confront you about all of this. "i even coaxed some humans to wander into some sketchy ass places, just to bait you," he monologues on and on.
he stops with a sigh, staring over your features. he seems stumped. "why is it you don't go for humans, huh?", poking at your cheek. "is it because you knew i was watching?"
he keeps insistently asking you over and over. you finally manage to get a few words out, "..no, i didn't know, and i just have no interest in humans. it's that simple," you state, still avoiding his stare.
"oh, come ooon. there has to be a better reason than that." he grows frustrated. his hand slithers down to get a hold of your chin, making you look up at him.
you muster up the words to say, "can I please just go..?" you ask meekly, still looking anywhere but his face.
"go?", he repeats, dumbfounded. the last thing you were gonna be doing is leaving. "you must be smarter than that," he scoffs.
yeah, you were a gonner. this was the day your freedom would end, idiot, idiot, idiot. why is it that you couldn't sense him, even a little bit? why did you let yourself get SO comfortable. you should've left ages ago, somewhere far away from the hubbub of sorcery. what did you expect??
all you could do was gnaw at yourself for your stupidity.
he once more cuts through your thoughts, "you know, you've been on our radar for a while, we just couldn't decide what to do with you.." he states, finally getting to the actual point.
"well, we still kind of don't... i just didn't have the patience to keep this going," he says with a nervous chuckle. knowing that the higher-ups were gonna be on his ass for putting this situation on their plates so soon.
you sigh, "..for how long?" you ask, frustrated with yourself.
he pretends to ponder, "hmm, well, i've been keeping an eye on you for likeee, a couple months? i think." he answers, happy to finally let this little 'secret' out.
two months. you didn't notice a single time. you've either gotten really rusty, or he really is as good as people say.
he looks over you once more, sensing your inner turmoil. he flicks your forehead. "stop thinking so much. we'll find a use for you." he says this in a way as if it should make you feel better.
you furrow your eyebrows, the audacity.
"a use for me?? i don't want a 'use', i just want to be left alone, " you snap back.
he lowers his head to be at a more even height with you. "we can't have a curse roaming around, can we? even if you're not hurting humans, you're still a curse. we can't take such risks." he pinches your cheek, scolding you as if you were a child.
with his hand now gently cupping your cheek, he continues, "it's either bye-bye, or we keep a close eye on you.." he leans in closer and closer to your face, with your foreheads almost bumping into each other. "..your choice."
right, your choice. as if you have a choice. what's the point of existing if it's just to serve the wishes and whims of others. all you do is glare up at him, not having much to say to his one-dimensional "choice"
"why're you pouting?" he teases, smiling ear to ear. with him very much enjoying the sticky situation you're in.
you scowl, "what. i'm not pouting??", feeling crazy for the way he keeps interpreting your actions. why is he making you out to be so.. infantile??
"so? what's your decision, little curse? you want me to decide for you? because i will." he states, his warm breath fanning over your face.
as soon as you open your mouth to speak, he grabs your wrists in one hand and drags you out of the secluded park.
this surprises you, "h-hey, what're you doing!?", you stammer out as you're getting pulled along the long strides he's taking.
"i've decided for you," he states bluntly without even giving you a glance or a chance to talk back.
what the fuck is his problem
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