Husbando

[gojocatboy]

My names Pine! This is my master list :3 every fic is self insert and gender neutral. I try to make it as neutral as possible!

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The Bride of Sukuna

Eons ago Sukuna met his downfall in the venom of his true love. Betrayed by his one and only was the one way that the jujutsu sorcerers were able to chop off his fingers and seal him away for a time. Now that he has awoken, so has his love. But this is a new era, and Angel has no intention of loving a monster.

A/n; I'm giving the y/n a nickname (Angel!) bc writing y/n drives me nuts lmao. Otherwise they're gn, and as self-insertable as you can get :D also yea yea 'bride' is gendered but y/n is like a legend at this point of course they heterosexualized the story of Sukuna and his love

[gojocatboy]

The Bride of Sukuna, ch. 2

Angel eyed the stuffed creature wearily. To the fluffy things credit, it looked lifelessly back.

“And you brought them back here,” the principal stated, for what felt like the umpteenth time.

“‘Course. I’m meeting with the higher ups about Itadori, might as well see if the ‘bride of Sukuna’ will give them a heart attack to finish em off,” Satoru said brightly, adding air quotes to his speech.

“They don’t have any cursed energy, which is interesting. But how do we know they won’t immediately go to Sukuna?” Yaga continued.

“‘They’ are right here. And I have no intention of being anywhere near that four-armed beast,” Angel stated, wrinkling their nose in disgust. Their mouth flooded with the memory of that creatures vile blood.

“Ahh, the angel does have attitude!” Satoru jumped in. Angel shot him a withering glare.

“I don’t know how long I’ve slept, or been dead, or…whatever happened for me to be encased in stone, but I am not his bride, or promised one, whatever this age calls me now,” Angel stated firmly.

I hope this is the right move. Angel thought to themself.

“The point still stands that your power amplifies Sukuna’s. It would be wise to limit what energy he has while the vessel is so new,” Yaga stated.

“Vessel?” Angel asked, heart dropping. Satoru turned his head in her general direction, a questioning look passing over his features.

“Either way, I suspect that the elders will want to execute our angel here, the best thing being that they can act as bait for Sukuna if itadori does fail at handling him,” Satoru said. He grinned at Angel. “Really, the elders’ first mode of action is just to—“ he ran a finger across his throat, sticking his tongue out dramatically as he made dying noises.

“They’re not very smart,” Angel observed.

“Nope! See Yaga? Even a person who’s been here for all of an hour sees how shortsighted our higher ups are,” he said brightly.

“We will have to measure Angel’s abilities, given you’re able to persuade the elders to keep them alive,” Yaga said.

“Aw, don’t be so pessimistic, they love me!” Satoru said cheerfully as he sidled out of the room, grinning from ear to ear.

“So, can your friend stop staring me down?” Angel asked, gently nudging the stuffed creature away.

“No can do. You’re under guard until Gojo returns,” Yaga replied, waving a hand. A massive lumbering beast approached, tongue lolling out lazily. Angel grimaced, sitting down.

“I get it,” they grumbled.

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Angel had dozed off in the hours that they waited. They awoke, head tucked against one wing as the other enveloped them in a feathery blanket. The two stuffed animals remained on guard, casting barely a glance at them as they sat up, rubbing a palm into their eye.

“They awaken,” satoru said brightly. Angel jumped, drawing their wings around them defensively.

“Sorry, sorry, Shoko has been telling me to stop scaring people like this,” Satoru said, squatting down in front of them.

“So am I dying?” Angel asked.

“Well! Good news, not right now. Bad news, probably in the future,” satoru said.

“And why must I die?” Angel sighed.

“You don’t know the legend, huh? Suppose you’ve been sleeping for centuries, so you wouldn’t know how convoluted it’s become,” Satoru said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“The official Sorcerer stance is that the ‘bride’ of Sukuna made it so that he was unkillable from the lovebite that they administered him. The golden poison you have supposedly made it so that he would be able to return when the time was right, and so the two cursed lovebirds would return once more, to rule an age of demons,” Satoru said.

“What do you believe?” Angel asked.

“Me? I think there’s a bit of truth to it. I don’t think you’re as loyal to Sukuna as the stories make you out to be, given that you weren’t exactly excited about his reappearance,” Satoru said.

This one is dangerous. He was dropping information to see my reactions Angel couldn’t help but feel a little impressed with him.

“No, what I did was…not in his favor,” Angel said. They knew that much at least.

“Interesting. Not so romantic yeah?” Satoru sighed dramatically.

“Don’t tell me you believed in that,” Angel said, feathers ruffling in alarm. Satoru burst into laughter.

“No, no! You should see your face! You look like a startled chicken!” Satoru cackled, pointing a finger at them.

“Hmmph,” Angel pouted, crossing their arms over their chest. They focused on smoothing down their feathers, waiting indignantly for the man to stop laughing at their misfortune.

The truth was, they did have a soft spot for Sukuna once upon a time. But that was long ago, further before either of them even knew their special abilities. Had grown into their true selves.

Angel studied the man in front of her. Did he know what it was like, to have to betray the one he loved?

[gojocatboy]

Bride of Sukuna, Ch. 1

Eons ago Sukuna met his downfall in the venom of his true love. Betrayed by his one and only was the one way that the jujutsu sorcerers were able to chop off his fingers and seal him away for a time. Now that he has awoken, so has his love. But this is a new era, and Angel has no intention of loving a monster.

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A/n; I'm giving the y/n a nickname (Angel!) bc writing y/n drives me nuts lmao. Otherwise they're gn, and as self-insertable as you can get :D also yea yea 'bride' is gendered but y/n is like a legend at this point of course they heterosexualized the story of Sukuna and his love.

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They woke with a start, air burning their lungs. They opened their eyes up to blue skies, fleecy clouds, grass tickling their arms and legs. A bee landed on their nose, and they sneezed loudly.

They stretched, feeling the sun sink into their pores. The grass stirred as their wings lifted slowly, shaking gently from the strain of being used after so long. Their wings curled up, resting against their back. They were in a forest, that much was obvious.

“Uhm,” someone said. They quickly sat up, locking eyes with two youths and a panda.

“Panda, how hard did you hit the shrine?” The green haired girl snapped.

“Salmon,” sighed the boy, pulling out his phone and beginning to type rapidly.

“Not that hard! Sheesh!” The panda shouted, hopping from foot to foot in a panic.

Laughter bubbled up in their throat, amused by the youths. They stood, brushing a bug from the simple white garment they wore.

“We don’t know if it’s a threat,” the green haired girl said, stepping back into a fighting stance and unsheathing her blade.

“Bonito flakes,” the boy said.

“Why didn’t you text Yaga?” The girl groaned.

“Yaga?” They spoke, tilting their head to the side. They didn’t know anyone by that name. Come to think of it, the last thing they remembered was…

Smoke filled air, their left wing torn off, useless in the ashes surrounding them and Sukuna. The king of curses cackling madly as they embraced him, skin burning from the wicked energy burning endlessly. A rising feeling of revulsion as they leaned in, preparing to brush their lips against Sukuna’s throat.

“You’re mine,” Sukuna purred. They opened their mouth, and bit down savagely.

“Oh? Who’s this?” A man with a blindfold asked. They jumped, knowing for sure that he wasn’t there just moments before. The man raised his hand in a gesture of peace.

“Satoru Gojo, and you are?” He asked.

“I’m…hm,” they shifted their wings uncomfortably. “I don’t…remember?”

“Well, that sure is unfortunate. How did my dear sweet students find an amnesiac at an ancient shrine with angel wings?” Satoru asked, turning to the three.

“Salmon,” the boy said.

“Toge!” Panda said, dragging his paws down his face.

“Ah, it’s all good. I really don’t think the elders give a damn about some rock,” Satoru said, waving the bear’s panicked expression away.

“Although, Yaga might feel otherwise,” he said offhandedly, causing the panda to collapse in despair.

“Anyways! Sorry for ignoring you,” Satoru said, clapping his hands together as he turned back to them.

“These are jujutsu high’s second year students. Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, and Panda. Do you really not remember your name?” He asked.

“No,” they confirmed. Satoru tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment.

“We’ll just have to call you Angel then! Don’t you guys agree?” he asked, beaming at the students.

“Shouldn’t they get a choice on their name?” Maki grumbled.

“Angel is fine,” they said, stepping away from the shrine. They glanced back, gazing at the rock and earth they must’ve sprung from. They turned their gaze back to the four standing in front of them. Their future laid ahead, surely.

And where Sukuna may be.