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TFC AU idea: the circus has been around. You've moved around. What happens when you start to notice some patterns to their arrivals?
I've wanted to write this for a little bit so here goes.
Per TFC's creator's preference, please do not engage if you are under 18.
CW: nothing that hasn't already been established in-game or by Neko
The circus was visiting your new town. Again. You've moved several times for various life circumstances, and within a few years The Freak Circus would visit. Travelling circuses weren't exactly new, but your destinations weren't always major places. So why? Why did they keep showing up? And why did terrible things seem to happen whenever they were around?
Some of it, maybe, you could pass off as part of their mystique -they're supposed to be a horror-themed circus, surely spreading rumors helped set the tone in town. But eerie things also seemed to follow them, like people going missing, and for those rumors to reach even you, it couldn't be coincedence, right? One or two people with difficult situations or harsh lives was certainly plausible, but between everywhere you've lived....well, you'd rather not think about it.
Yet there was always some reason to explain things away, and sometimes bodies were recovered, so they couldn't all be connected....Or so you tried to tell yourself. But it's not like horror or scary things were your jam, and you couldn't exactly search for records on it, everyone would question your judgement, think you were coming up with conspiracies. You couldn't exactly blame them, for if you were in anyone else's position, you'd agree. But even IF prior rumors existed about a scary circus from long ago, such tales would decades old, no younger than a century -who knew how skewed they'd been?
But you've definitely been noticing patterns, and, though you've never gotten involved outside of polite conversations or two, things are really starting to unsettle you. The tents looked the same, the outfits, too, and even the tickets and flyers. You would know -you were currently staring at 3 identical pink tickets.
Idea: You're not stupid, you're just...prone to trouble and can't help but think something more is going on in Yoshiwara
AKA
You're a helper in Yoshiwara and have definitely noticed that 3 of the oirans have a strange affinity with birds and mice and are definitely more than they appear. With all the disappearances lately, and some old tales whispered amongst the eldest of District, you're determined to figure out what's going on
AKA
Reader is hella gay and down bad for Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma and ends up in more danger than they ever suspected
Getting isekai'd into the Fortune Lover world and suddenly getting a bunch of enemies when Catarina decides you're her new best friend since you can be otaku and scream over things from Earth together.
Also that meme about cursing because you can't give a fuck about royalty status and Catarina says a minor swear word one day after meeting you
Being headache 2.0 for the group because, "Are all people from your world so trusting?!?"
Trying to figure out what would be the funniest combination of people whose cooking journey involves accidentally melting things in the oven thus subjecting everyone to the 10th night of curry in a row
Fic where MC's ~Satoru's age because future shenanigan possibilities. Toji ends up killing MC's parents for a job, so MC ends up tracking down and trying to take revenge on Toji. He doesn't care because what's this brat going to do? Harm him? Lol
Ends up developing some mentorship/parental relationship with them over the years, teaching them how to be an assassin and them still trying to take him out, but it's more like a joke now.
Then the Star Vessel Arc and Gojo kills Toji. MC targets Gojo now, but, again, targeting the strongest. Maybe MC has a code about not getting others involved or something so doesn't give a fuck about the students and therefore Gojo lets them do whatever
Enemies to lovers with Gojo if you want, but thinking a Tom and Jerry or Spy vs Spy dynamic
Current day person being isekai'd to JJK universe and not being able to take Mahito seriously because they just hear Robert Pattinson saying the name instead
Bakery rally with Nanami where you visit as many bakeries in a day as you can, trying to get as many different varieties of bread as possible. Planning has been going on for weeks, with you determined to find the shortest and most efficient routes to go. Nanami does think it's a bit silly and overkill, but he can't help going along, getting caught up in your infectious joy. Years later, your album of candid photos from the day will be one of his most prized possessions
AU where you're in the JJK world. You have a heavenly restriction that makes it so you can't die, but otherwise you were a normal person with zero energy. Gojo and Geto feel guilty over bringing you into Jujutsu Society, but can no longer let you go.
2nd person. Star Vessel Arc
CW: Death, murder, slight ventures into yandere
When they had seen your ability, Gojo and Geto had thought you might be powerful enough to be on par with them. You were not. You were...normal.
"The strong exist to protect the weak," and you were unremarkably weak in every way. To your credit, you did try! You learned quickly and fought hard, but even Shoko was stronger than you a few months later, and you were still extremely clumsy. Without being able to see curses, they honestly wondered why you entered this world to begin with?
But Geto and Gojo knew the truth no matter how much you tried to claim otherwise -the higher ups wanted to train you into a weapon. You would be molded into their perfect soldier, unable to stay dead, unable to be traced, and you had no choice in the matter, forced to choose between entering Jujutsu Society or slowly going insane in isolation, removed from the world so you couldn't be a threat.
You would have lived a perfectly normal life if it wasn't for them, wasn't for the strength of curses shifting after they were born, wasn't for the attack on your school they'd gotten to a moment too late to save you, wasn't for them witnessing your body reforming and bringing you back with them. You would be blissfully unaware, and they hated that you didn't resent them for any of it.
Instead, you smiled at them everyday, covered in new bandages and bruises from their previous sparring sessions with you, scars from your previous deaths barely healed, exclaiming you'd, "Land a blow on them this time!" You gave them notes for the classes they missed, even covering for them when they skipped, though Yaga always found them out regardless. You welcomed them back after every mission, your laughter easing their stresses as they glamorized their latest hijinks just to see your grin. You could've had a normal life, but you were here with them, and they vowed to protect you every time you told them you wouldn't have it any other way. It was their fault you were here, so they could at least keep your life as normal as possible.
But then you'd died. Geto could still see the sword piercing your body when he closed his eyes; Gojo could still feel your hands shoving him away, taking a blow in his place. Toji Fushiguro, the only other man who'd taken your life -a man who wasn't them.
They'd failed you.
But still, you didn't blame them, holding them instead as they buried Riko, being cheerful for them even as your eyes were puffed from crying, soothing them when they awoke from nightmares.
You never blamed them when Haibara died, when the reality of the missions crashed down upon you, when you learned no amount of your blood could bring a life back and sobbed into the night at another friend gone. They wished you would hate them -they could see the pain in your eyes as your sunshine companion was gone, as you tried your best to stay grounded, as your resolve to get stronger only cemented, vowing you would take every death in their stead.
But they were glad you didn't hate them -you were their only tether to light, keeping them from destroying everything in this world- you were their only link to reason. So you'd forgive them, you'd have to, for taking on your missions, for insisting on being by your side in their every free moment, for interfering with your promotions. You would love them, just as you always had, not knowing they marked you with their curse energy to always know where you'd been, with plans soon to hide you away.
You didn't hate them even now, but it was ok with them if you did, as long as you never died on them again.
AU where you're in the JJK world. You have a heavenly restriction that makes it so you can't die, but otherwise you were a normal person with zero energy.
3rd person/use of Y/N. Star Vessel Arc
Cw: Blood, death
The air was clouded by dust, wind scattering the leaves as though a veil for their surroundings. Though they couldn't see him, Y/N knew Gojo was nearby, gagging on the heavy scent of his blood, praying he'd be ok, but knowing if they took their eyes off the man before them, he'd disappear.
"Give Riko back," they demanded, wincing at the way their voice trembled, "Please." Perhaps he'd humor them.
"You damn monkeys can't even stay dead, huh?" The man scoffed, not even bothering to draw his sword. Fuck, they must be so pathetic to him.
"It's all I'm good for," they whispered, smile strained. In another life, perhaps their positions would've been flipped -Toji the hero and them a hitman for hire, sick of the Jujutsu Society's politicing, yet still in service to do their dirty work. They couldn't die, it was a feature many were envious of, but they mourned the pain it'd caused them, scars on their heart gouging ever deeper with every death, even as their body healed.
Perhaps the great sorcerer killer was the only one who would fully understand them -pity flickering across his face.
"They'll use you until you're permanently dead," he spat.
"If I can keep my friends from getting hurt even one less time, I'd die a thousand times over for them," Y/N responded, eyes meeting his own, unwavering, resolute. "Please, return Riko."
They perked up at Toji's sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose, brows creased. But the next thing they knew, he was behind them, their vision blurring as all the air was forced from their lungs, pain erupting across their back.
"You're too kind for this world," Toji spoke, words barely registering as they managed to dodge his next attack, or maybe he wasn't really trying.
"Then maybe I could train under you?" Y/N asked, catching the way his eyes widened a fraction -they were starting to adjust to his speed. "After you return Riko, of course."
Toji barked out a laugh before flinging them against the ground, he'd wasted enough time here, but perhaps there could be something interesting in the days to come.
"Sure, brat," he said, as their body crumpled before his for the 2nd time that day, "if you can find me."
-
"You're a liar," Y/N muttered, placing flowers on the carved stone of a family grave. "You should've just returned Riko." Tears pricked their eyes, heart aching knowing they'd be the only one to mourn him. In another life, perhaps things would be different, in another life, perhaps he could've been happy, perhaps they would've been friends. But now, they would be the only one to know he could be kind in a strange, twisted sort of way.
Turning, Y/N approached the man in the shadows, nose crinkling at the smoke of his cigarette.
"Thank you," they said, "for bringing me here." He nodded. They continued, "Could you please take me to see Megumi?"
Staring out the car windows, Y/N sighed, wiping the tears from their eyes. In another life, perhaps things could've been different, but for this one, they could only make sure his family was ok, safe, not used like he was.
