cw: SFW, fluff, girl dad! gojo, married! gojo, slight angst, hurt with comfort, mentions of childbirth, blood, mentions of neglectful childhood, felt inspired after reading @dkrafs dad gojo fic & a continuation of this post, art by @tsukiimeow on twitter
Satoru’s breath hitched, caught in his throat. The feeling in his chest was heavy, and all of his words were left lost on his tongue. But his eyes, an ocean of blue against his pale and dimpled face, look down in wonder.
Sitting in a room surrounded by beeping machines and bright lights, he felt like he was suffocating. The smell of the anesthetist was starting to get to his head.
Hands that painted the streets red and tore through the most deadliest curses, were now trembling as he carried the weight of his whole world in his arms. A bundle of joy, of new beginnings, all wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket. He felt like he was dreaming, or maybe drowning. This was his life now.
Lifting his gaze from his daughter, he takes in your sleeping form. Careful eyes watching for every twitch of your face, and ears listening to every contented sign leaving your lips. You were so beautiful — and still are, as a peaceful expression falls on your face, finally getting a moment to rest.
Resisting the urge to brush away your sweaty hair clinging to your forehead, he instead watches you from the nursing couch. You look serene, tucked away in your blanket, keeping you safe after the lengthy labour you went through, just to bring her into his arms.
A healthy baby girl, with big lungs, who was entirely yours. Equal parts of you and him, coming together like a beautiful portrait on a blank canvas.
And yet, in the darkest corners of his mind, Satoru found himself wishing for a different reality, where she never opens her eyes, where he never has to look into her eyes and see his reflection—blue.
His fear consumed him, a fear that he doomed her life, before it even began, all because of who he is and what his existence represents.
Gojo Satoru. The strongest.
But as a tiny yawn escapes and her lashes flutter open, Satoru is caught staring at anything but blue.
It felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulder, as if reality was crashing down on him. They’re not blue. Her little nose scrunches, eyes staring up at him in wonder.
His mind races, and he finally lets the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes spill. Lips press against her forehead in a feather-light kiss, carrying a silent promise of a better life.
His daughter, his baby girl, would get to live a life he never got to. A life full of warmth and love, with parents he never got to have, a life that was entirely hers—not in the hands of the elders or in the hands of the higher-ups, but all hers.
a/n: i'm sleepyyyy but I wanted to post something, so this prob gonna sound like complete shit (I wrote it in like 10 mins and didn't bother with it after.... </3333)
I'm a firm girl dad! gojo believer!! also a firm believer that you guys would have a winter baby (cough-december baby-cough) bc I'm biased.. also totally not a spoiler or anything, but I have a whole dad! gojo series coming up... SHUSH
gradtient dividers by @/cafekitsune, snowflake divider by @/cursed-carmine, snow fall divider by @/feimingo
Gojo Satoru left a lot behind with his death. He left his friends, his students, the love of his life, and a daughter who will only ever know him by his name engraved into stone.
cw: angst angst angst! angst with a capital a, hurt no comfort, slight fluff, post shinjuku timeskip, husband & girl dad gojo, character death, grief, mentions of loss, proofread, listened to blue by billie eilish while writing this so yk I'm in my feels rn
art by @ezdubs185 on tiktok! gif divider by @/anitalenia, line divider by @/cursed-carmine.
Gloomy and grey, the clouds above you cry, weeping with you as the chill of the rain nestles you in an all too familiar cold that has settled deep in, digging its venomous claws into your heart long ago. The world around you stills for a moment, but the ache in your heart only grows, the silence that he once used to fill, now suffocating you, as if you were drowning on dry land.
The image of the familiar stone pathway before you still haunts your mind. With each step you take, it never becomes easier; the pathway engraved into the ground feels like it was carved for you, and the soil beneath your feet has become your home across many years and countless visits.
The flowers of the garden bend at their stem, almost like they were bowing in your presence, or perhaps at the loss of his—the answer was always unclear to you. The world that once used to bend to his very will, now left in ruins without him.
Lighter footsteps belonging to a smaller frame trail behind you, short legs trying to match your pace as a girl dressed in her bright yellow raincoat, protected from the unforgiving downpour, follows after you, all while mimicking your walk and the sway of your steps, as though she were a copy of you.
Together, you walk hand in hand, her smaller fingers wrapped around yours, and you cross the stone trail that has become an unforgettable memory for a child so young and innocent to the cruelties of this world, to the losses of this world. In your spare hands, you each clutch onto flowers as they rest peacefully in your arms—a full-blown bouquet, matching those from your wedding. And in her little arms, a smaller one, full of her favourite colours and the prettiest blooms, cradled closely.
Staring back at you, from the tilt of the hill trekked, was a glimpse of your past that continued to haunt you—now in the shape of a headstone—his grave.
Gojo Satoru. Loving father, husband, and friend.
“Mama?”
Her voice draws your attention away, your gaze drifting towards the childlike innocence in her ocean blue eyes—an ocean you once used to drown in before the world took him away from you. Kneeling before her, careful of spoiling your clothes on the wet grass and soil, you brush away rain-soaked ivory hair from her eyes, her chubby cheeks flushed a faint pink from the cold December air nipping at them.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“When will daddy come back?”
You smile softly—comfortingly—as you try to swallow down the despair caught in the back of your throat, smiling at her despite the tears brimming in your eyes. Placing a kiss on her chubby cheeks, your arms wrap around her, pulling her into your warm embrace, as you recite the same promise told a thousand times with a tongue laced with lies.
“Soon, sweetie.” Your voice wavers, the tears finally spilling freely.
And standing before him, his name in gold carved into stone, regret runs deep into your soul—guilty for living a life that could have been with him. If only you had held on longer, if only you had never let him escape your grasp, maybe then you wouldn’t be picking up the broken pieces of a shattered heart he left behind, with bleeding hands and a daughter who looked everything like him.
And yet, as you look at her, you can’t help but feel him beside you, as if he never truly left. As if he were coming alive through the sounds of her childish laughter, in hurried mornings spent rushing to get her to class, and in nights spent cleaning up after hastily thrown toys before tucking her into bed as you read her favourite bedtime stories.
A life for a life, as the saying goes.
Although he may have been gone, leaving you alone in a world that only knew how to take and never give, he left with a piece of himself that will continue to live on in her.
“Soon.”
And soon indeed, did the clouds above you finally clear, letting the sun shine down upon you, enveloping you like a halo of false hope. And even in the warmth of its rays, you can still feel him, in the wind carrying his unsaid words of I love yous, and in the ghost of his arms, holding on to a world he left behind.
a/n: my damn spotify crashed in the middle of writing this sobbing </3 also it took me like a whole hour trying to hunt down the right images for the header…. enjoy some angst while I work my ass off for ‘You Before Me’ ;( rem write a fic longer than 500 words without trying to jump challenge! level: impossible </3 also yes this is a repost, I decided to make it a big longer than it was before LOL
a/n 2: I did edit this a bit more so 😔 too late now since it’s already been reblogged 😭 THAT DONT MATTER….
art credits to @/kcokaine on tumblr, line divider by @/cursed-carmine, first gif divider by @/anitalenia, second gif divider by @/cafekitsune, pics from pinterest!
Sukuna and his possessive girl cat. She's always vying for his attention and never letting anyone come too close to him. That is, until she met you. Maybe, just maybe, you can be the one to win her over.
cw: SFW, fuff, girl cat Sukuna, domestic life with reader, reader is implied to be a PhD student, gender neutral reader, modern AU, established relationship, all characters are 18+, proofread, 1.3k wc!
a/n: I wanted to try something different, so here damn, take it LMFAO.... also fun fact! the thesis mentioned is a project I did for my bio class during my 2nd year! this was supposed to be a short fic.. it's longer than I wanted it to be but I couldn't stop writing </3 anyways enjoy!
a/n 2: I forgot to mention, but reader refers to the cat as "pip"; however, I decided against naming the cat after spending an hour trying to find a good name on reddit….
It was late at night when Sukuna found her.
A damp cardboard box next to the trash compactor of his apartment complex, and inside was a ball of fur, curled into itself. Shivering from the cold, while the thin blankets barely did anything to keep her warm. The lamppost over his head flickered on and off, lighting up the pathway leading to the dark, filthy alleyway where she was.
The sound of his footsteps had her curious head peeking from under the blankets, and before he knew it, he was staring back at a pair of green feline eyes. Her brown fur was matted and wet, and her ears stood tall. His hands reached forward slowly, hesitantly—only to be followed by a hiss. However, the smell of his sandalwood perfume and his calm patience comforted her. With his hand open and welcoming, she nuzzled her face into his warm palm.
Soon enough, huddled beneath the warmth of his hoodie, she found her home. And Sukuna, who couldn't even take care of a rock, found himself becoming a cat dad overnight.
It took some time for her to ease up to him, to trust him, but little by little, with each treat and each scratch behind the ear, Sukuna won her over. She was one spoiled cat; that much was sure. After all, Sukuna could never find it in himself to say no to his pretty girl—whether it was an extra treat, a new toy, or even a sparkly collar that caught her eye at the pet store.
She was a feisty cat, and a possessive one too. Ever since the day Sukuna took her in, she never left his side. Constantly vying for his attention with soft meows and her big eyes.
That is until you came into the picture.
With messy hair, clothes stained with coffee and a voice that brought a smile to his face.
You met on a gloomy day. The soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows became your company inside the quaint little cafe. The soft yellow lights highlighted your features, and your attention remained undivided as you stared attentively at the laptop in front of you.
The pull was magnetic—at least for him. Even as he was giving his order, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on you, throwing a look over his shoulder every five seconds—a small, hopeful part of him waiting to catch your attention.
His gaze wandered across the room, and in a cafe that was hardly crowded, he chose to take the seat right in front of you. The scrap of chair legs against the floor had you looking up, only to be met with, most possibly, the hottest man your eyes have ever laid upon.
Standing before you, Sukuna looked like a man of sin.
His leather jacket hugged each built muscle of his arms, his hair tousled and swept back, as if he'd been running his fingers through it all day. Silver hooped earrings decorating his ears glinted under the soft lighting of the cafe. His lips curved up into a smirk, peering down at you with piercing eyes, catching the way your eyes trailed across the pretty tattoos on his sharp features, until they met his—making heat rush to your cheeks from being caught.
It took your brain a moment to process what was transpairing, and once you did, your face warmed with embarrassment. Not only did he catch you staring, but your own attire left you feeling embarrassed. Clothes dishevelled and hair a mess from sitting in this quiet corner for hours, working tirelessly on the last few pages of your thesis on the role of engineered microbial enzymes for plastic biodegradation.
"Hey."
Dear god, his voice was equally as hot as him.
"Hi."
And eventually, you found a home with him too.
You still remember the first time you came over to his place, his arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you through the doors of his apartment. The second the door creaked open, you were greeted by a dash of brown fur, and the sound of excited paws against wood flooring filled the quiet atmosphere. Your heart warmed at the sight, watching her tail curl around his calf as she welcomed him back home.
Reaching forward to pet her, you were met with a hiss, turning her back towards you in rejection. A frown crossed your face, while the man towering behind you laughed as if he was having the time of his life.
"What..." You were left dumbfounded, disappointed by her hostility. Sukuna merely chuckled, his arm pulling you to him, planting a kiss to your hairline.
"Don't worry about her," he reassures, while the her in question left the room long ago, preferring to spend her time with a toy mouse and not with you. "It'll take some time for her to warm up to you," his hands reach for the collar of your jacket, helping you slide your arms out and hooking it to the coat hanger, "or to anyone," he said under his breath.
Your ears, however, did not miss his whispered words.
Since then, you found yourself competing for his attention with a cat, of all things. Every kiss shared was interpreted with a meow, every attempt to cuddle on the couch met with her sliding herself between you two, and every lingering touch of his trailing further was met with a paw smacking away at his eager hands.
It wasn't until that one night when everything changed.
Pulling up to the parking lot of his apartment, you slammed the door to your car shut, locking it while your hands juggled between your purse and car keys.
Your phone, on the other hand, was caught between your right ear and shoulder as you stayed on call with him. Sukuna was stuck at work, held back in a meeting, while you were already waiting outside of his door. Digging through the purse, you find the spare keys to his place.
"Kay, don't worry," you reply, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside. On his end, all he hears is shuffling, and then the sound of your keys placed onto the counter as you take off your coat. "I can take care of her, Sukuna." You roll your eyes at the thorough instructions he was throwing your way.
With a sigh, you hang up the call, making your way further into his place, your feet leading you straight to the living room where she was perched up on the beige couch, cuddled into herself like a loaf of bread.
"Looks like it's just you and me today, pip," you say, placing a hand on your hip, receiving a dejected meow in response from her.
It was going to be a long night.
Your attempts all felt fruitless, throwing a toy or treat, only for her passive attitude to dismiss you. Even following her dinner down to the last scoop, mixing her dry and wet food as instructed, you were met with a flick of her tail in disinterest.
By the time you gave up, the day had already passed—tirelessly at that. It wasn’t until you let your guard down, giving up with a defeated sigh and plopping yourself down onto the couch, that she moved. Slowly by slowly, through the periphery of your eyesight, she was inching toward you on the couch, while you mindlessly scrolled through Netflix.
Until she finally reached out, pawing at your hands. Your heart swelled at the sight of her big eyes and the soft meows, letting go of your frustration from the day you finally gave her a pet—nails scratching behind her ears as her eyes closed in contentment.
And when Sukuna finally came home that night, exhaustion on his face from the day wearing him down, he was met with the sight of you two lying on the couch—her small form cuddled into your chest underneath the throw blanket.
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