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Summary: in which Deuce tries to be a better brother.
Wc:233
a/N:I didn't post for a while because I had little creativity to write and I was studying for some tests, but I came back and did this chapter even though I like it but made with a lot of love because I love Deuce!
Deuce wasn’t always the best example of an older brother; he was a delinquent in middle school, and that was what his younger sibling had to live with. Deuce changed, of course. After seeing his mother cry, he swore to be a good son and an exemplary student. When he entered NRC, he dedicated himself to being a good student, and when he was at home, he dedicated himself to being a good sibling. He cared deeply and wanted them to be different from how he used to be when they reached his age—it was the best he could wish for them.
At home, Deuce dedicated himself to making cupcakes with them (even though he was a disaster in the kitchen). It was a fact that children loved sweets, and they were no exception—they LOVED sweets. So, when cookies as dark as charcoal came out of the oven, leaving a burnt smell so strong it filled the kitchen... damn, maybe he shouldn't have set the temperature so high...
So, the safest option was to go buy the cupcakes with the only money he had. But it was worth it just to see the smile on their face. It showed he was doing well, that he was being a good brother to them. It warmed his heart when they shared the cookies with him. He realized they were a very thoughtful child and got emotional because of it. In the end, maybe he didn't need to fear that they would turn out just like him. It was a silly fear.
summary . . . your work bestie is a 49 year old man who tries to stay “hip and cool” with “the youngsters”, and that’s just you dealing with his memes.
notes. literally just what the summary says 🫡 i did a banner because i was not gonna use a gif set for this but it looked clustered so i changed it. i’ll figure it out as i go what i do with smaus/texts n stuff 🤨
tags ──────── platonic, crack fic tbh, texts. leon is your annoying peepaw in this 😼
Pairing: (platonic)Riddle rosehearts X transformedChild!user
Summary: In which you end up incorrectly mixing a potion and the effect turns you into a child for a day, then the dear housewarden will have to take care of you.
Wc: 544
a/n: Maybe it has a small percentage of angst, why not? It was very interesting to think and do this, I'm proud of the result!
Dedicated to my amazing bestie @swannieluv!
Potions
Who would have thought that mixing two wrong ingredients would lead to consequences? An explosion would have been the minimum outcome and could even be considered lucky—but luck was not on your side. The result of that mistake? You were turned into a child. Reasonable enough, perhaps, if not for one detail: you now thought and behaved exactly like a six-year-old.
Since you belonged to the Heartslabyul dormitory, your housewarden was notified. After all, someone had to take care of you, right? And who better than Riddle? (Probably not.) He did scold you at first, but the moment he raised his voice, you burst into tears. Of course you did—children cry when they’re reprimanded. Riddle had to find a way to make you stop crying, but how? Giving you books to study? That wasn’t how a normal child should act. He didn’t want to put you through what he himself had gone through, so he had to think of something else.
In the end, he decided to bake a strawberry cake. Children love cake—sweets in general—so it was a start. He followed every step with meticulous care, making sure not to overdo the sugar. A few minutes later, a strawberry cake sat before you, a bit clumsy in appearance but still very much a cake. You immediately smiled and ate a slice. It was delicious and perfect despite its poor looks. Riddle let out a sigh of relief; at least it would keep you happy for a while.
Since the effect would last an entire day, Riddle still had a lot ahead of him. He returned to studying in the dormitory, but he could never focus for long—especially because of you.
“Riddle, I want to play.”
“Later. I’m studying.”
“But I want to now!”
Not wanting to make you cry again, he gave in and went to play with you. There were games of hide-and-seek, tag, and even playing with dolls—which he went out of his way to buy at Sam’s shop, a place that truly sold everything. Riddle realized how he had never been allowed to play like this. When he had tried as a child, his mother had found out, and everything had gone terribly wrong. Having this chance now was something he would probably never forget—the simple joy of playing and having fun without the constant pressure of his mother’s expectations.
The next morning, you woke up back to normal. You were no longer a child, thanks to the Seven. You didn’t remember much, but you knew Riddle had taken care of you, so it was only fair to thank him. When you knocked on his door, there was no response. You slowly opened it and were met with the sight of a child Riddle, who dropped his toys and toddled over to cling to your leg, wanting to be picked up.
How on earth had he turned into a child? Was the potion’s effect contagious?
In truth, Riddle had intentionally mixed the wrong potions to turn himself into a child. He wanted to try playing, just once, as a real child. It was cute and heartbreaking at the same time. Now you had a child Riddle and an entire day ahead of you. It couldn’t be that bad… right?
a/n: I was kind of going to make this here be an angst (I'm still going to do a version like that) but my friend forbade me to do it, how cruel
Children.
Lilia never thought that one day he would take care of not just one, but two children. One of them, he knew where they came from, he knew who the parents were; but the other… was a mystery. She appeared in his life without planning, and that child he named (name).
Lilia practically raised you and Silver as his own children, and the two of you saw each other as siblings, despite the physical differences between you. Children don’t notice such things — and it was no different with you.
Lilia was gentler with you, perhaps because you were a girl. He had learned that girls sometimes need to be raised with extra care, and that was what he wanted to try to give you. Not that he wasn’t caring with Silver as well, but the feeling was different, for different reasons.
One night, you walked into Lilia’s room and gently shook the sleeping fae, who woke up almost instantly. He blinked a few times before realizing it was just you — but something was off… you looked scared.
“Did something happen, little one?”
“I had a nightmare…”
“Oh? And what was it about?” Lilia raised an eyebrow, crouched down, and helped you sit on the edge of the bed.
“It was a really bad monster that wanted to take me and Silver.”
“My dear, no monster will ever take you or your brother. I will always be here to protect you. I promise.”
“But what if you’re not here? What if you go out and they take us?”
It was fair for you to think that way — but children do tend to think too much, don’t they? Lilia knew that a situation like that could one day become real. Still, he hoped… no, he prayed that it would only happen when you were already grown enough to protect yourself. As a “father,” that was all he could do about the future: pray, wait, and above all, guide.
“Monsters don’t attack children, you know? So they’ll never be able to take you — and they won’t take Silver either. But when you grow up, and if you ever meet one, you’ll be ready.”
“But, father… how do you know that?”
“Because my little girl is the strongest person I know. She’ll handle the monster, and it’ll run away crying in fear.”
Lilia smiled. That was everything you needed in that moment, for sure. Children trust that adults are right — it’s only natural — so you believed him. Trying to cheer you up even more, he started tickling you, drawing out bright, carefree laughter, just as Lilia wanted. In that moment, everything was right.
Lilia would make sure to train Silver and (name) so they could protect themselves in the future. The future was uncertain, and although Lilia was a being who would live for many, many years… who knew? He could be attacked. He could die. And before that ever happened, he wanted to be certain that those two children would be ready to face the world on their own.
⪧ “The useless sorceress who keeps running away will one day come up against something she won't be able to escape as she always does.”
⪧ tw: Mentions of suicide, violence, death, shibuya.
⪧wc:1k
⪧ @swannieluv
⪧ A/n: So, this is my first fic together with my bestie and our humble ocs, I have no idea what the frequency of posts should be like, but I guarantee it won't be happy because she decided to.
The useless and the aberration
Everyone cherishes a normal life, a life that can be so full of happiness and moments of peace, but you never know what can happen from one moment to the next, especially when there are curses lurking around. For Rei that fateful day was a bad memory, something that made her heart ache with a strong blow and she was overwhelmed with the feeling of longing for those calm, happy days when all she had to do was have a normal life and friends... All this was taken away when a curse attacked her family taking the lives of her mother and father, she was the only one who could see that cursed spirit, but when she tried to explain it to the police, they only thought she was schizophrenic and that their death was nothing more than a suicide, but they couldn't explain that to the little girl who seemed so frightened by what had happened. It was exactly when a blond-haired woman on a motorcycle passed by and decided to take that little girl with her to train her and put her in Jujutsu school, Yuki doesn't know what it was but saw a glimpse of potential in her.
A freak would never be able to live among humans, said Lucy's older brother, Choso, who thought of a better solution for the siblings, he decided that they would only live as curses, enemies of sorcerers and the fear of humans. The bloodcursed technique was the technique that Choso got perfected and decided to train his younger sister so that she would become strong enough and at least he could try not to worry so much. As a child you clearly felt a little different and tried one day to be friends with other children, but all she did was get scared after she showed a technique using blood and started screaming and calling the little girl a monster, a freak It was then that she moved away from humans for good, she just couldn't understand why she was so different from others and grew up like that until a certain age and centuries later she found himself in a challenge against a certain sorceress that it really looked like he was going to faint or run away at any moment and honestly she didn't have much to do but attack her, but incredibly he did it years ago and he doesn't know the reason for that...
pairing: (Platonic) Satoru Gojo x Child!reader – wc: 3k
a/n: This will probably have a part two, I had a writer's block and I couldn't finish it, so I'm sorry about it. – reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
'The Tokyo Jujutsu school was something you had learned about from your father, Suguru Geto once you asked him about it at the time, he said you couldn't be there under any circumstances but here you were looking for a man called Satoru Gojo, you vaguely remember your father mentioning him one time or another and after he died you decided you would go after him because he was a friend of your father's or at least you believed so. You walked a long way with your rucksack on your back and a suitcase in your hands with everything you owned, especially your toys. Getting out without Mimiko and Nanako seeing you was a very difficult job, but you managed to outwit them and get out of there. When you got there, the door seemed huge to you, who was just a five-year-old girl trying to understand how you were going to open it, you had no idea how to get through and you couldn't use a cursed technique to get through since you couldn't control it."
"You spent some time thinking about how to get past the punch since you couldn't open the gate, then suddenly you had the idea of piling your suitcases on top of each other and climbing up to jump over the punch, well you almost did it if it wasn't for your size and it was because of this that you ended up falling backwards, but you were held up just in time by someone that you didn't know, he looked like a giant in your eyes, a white-haired blindfold.
— You should be careful, little girl.
— I know, but I'm looking for a very important person.
— Hm? And who would that be? - He carefully put you down and picked up your bags.
— Satoru Gojo! I need to find him!
— And why that, You're a fan of him?
— Ew.. Absolutely not, but it's just that my father said that in the worst situation I should go after him. - She shook her head in disgust as she was almost mistaken for a fan.
— Why "ew" Huh? Anyway, is your father an acquaintance of his? Who is?
— Geto.
The mention of Geto's name made him freeze for a moment... The same Geto Suguru? You were Suguru's child? You didn't seem to bear any physical resemblance to him, but then he remembered the situation of Nanako and Mimiko who had been adopted, so you were probably another one of the children he had rescued. Satoru let out a sigh before bending down to at least try to get up to his height, it was funny how you had a bit of Suguru's scent on you... He wondered if you were fully aware that he had killed Geto, probably not, you're still too young to understand the circumstances your father was in and how he was a criminal in the Jujutsu world.
- So you're Geto's child huh?
- You know him, right? - You asked excitedly, your father was so incredible to you.
- Everyone knows him, but I know him better than anyone.
- Hm... So you're Gojo?
- Exactly, are you surprised?
- I didn't think you'd be so old, you've even got white hair! I feel sorry for you. - You shook your head and patted the bigger man on the head.
- You're just like your father, very funny. - He muttered sarcastically as he looked at you through his glasses.
'Even your smile looked like his, he could see the little things you picked up from living with him, it was like seeing a little Geto in front of him. He took you in his arms and stood up, beginning to think about why Geto had left you in his care, perhaps you deserved a much better life than the one you were destined for. You're still too small, he needs to take care of you and make it a promise to his late best friend that you'll have a good life.
He held on tightly to his suitcases and turned around, since you had become his responsibility he would have to start thinking about finding a room for you, just thinking about arranging furniture would give him a headache, it's not even as if he was rich enough to buy you what you needed, maybe a book too? He has no idea how to look after a little girl like you, Megumi was one thing but you're practically different from him. On the way he realized he had to decorate your room the way you wanted, he sighed but then thought he could let you have Megumi's old room, it looked perfect, the only thing you'd need was clothes and to be in a school... Thinking about it all made him tired, but there was nothing to complain about, he could do it.
- Do you like navy blue?
- Isn't that a boy's color?
- No no, it's a girl's color too and you'll remember how beautiful my eyes are.
- But your eyes are ugly and scary. Dad says it's very scary. - You put your small hands on his shoulder and denied it.
- Your father was a liar and very jealous. -He seemed incredulous at the statement, he's scary? That's a lie.
- Still very scary.
- When you grow up you'll see how perfect my eyes are.
- Yeah, yeah... If you insist so much.
"You had to listen to Gojo trying to convince you that his eyes were beautiful all the way, he had a pride to maintain about beauty since that's what ends up winning the hearts of many girls. You wonder what kind of life you're going to lead with him, What would it be like to be cared for by the current strongest sorcerer? Does he know how to take care of children or is he inexperienced doing so? These are things you can discover very soon."
a/n: So It's my first time posting something here and English is not my main language so I apologize for any mistakes. - reblogs and comments are appreciated!
'The day started cloudy, and you found yourself staring at the rain falling through your bedroom window while taking a sip of warm, bitter coffee, thinking about how everything had changed and how you could have avoided everything, but it was simply impossible to predict the past and save it.
With the wind and walking by your side, Suguru Geto, your then boyfriend seemed quite pensive since Riko Amanai's death, you decided it would be good to take him to get some fresh air, but that expression of his didn't change for anything, I think this It was the part that hurt the most to remember, nothing you did seemed to help him.'
— Hey, Suguru...How about we go to the Arcade? "You proposed, because you knew how much they liked going there when they all left school together, you shook his hand a little and he didn't get a response."
—Hm... I don't feel like playing so much now, maybe another day, dear.
'You left the house, umbrella in hand, it was still very early so it was going to take a while before you had to go to Jujutsu school, after years you became a teacher there, even though you had denied several times in the past that I would take this position. He followed the slow steps among people, it was so normal to have people coming and going, but Suguru just went... He never came back into his life and probably never will.
'He came across the old Arcade that everyone went to, stopped in front of it and looked, it was still closed so there was no way to get in, but you wouldn't go in if it was open... You couldn't do it without filling yourself with thoughts. Everything came back to that day, a painful situation for both of them, time passed but the memories seemed like today, everything seemed like today and it awakened a little happiness and peace in your heart, even though you knew that it was temporary, that it would dissolve in time. '
— I've already made up my mind, (name). I'm going to live my life, give it my all. "The brunette uttered the words, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you from a certain distance, such a cold and serious look and a bitter tone of voice."
— Give your all in what? Kill civilians? Suguru, have you gone crazy? - You, on the other hand, didn't seem satisfied, you had received a message from Gojo who, after failing to attack him, asked you.-
- What are you going to do? Will kill me? You couldn't do it.
—... I couldn't do it, but please think a little, just don't abandon everyone like that.
— I decide my life, I don't see the slightest interest in defending primates that are the cause of everything.
— You got the life you always wanted, Suguru. - You muttered and turned your back to Arcade and started to leave that place, every time you stayed there, you could see the memories again, counting sheep in your free time until everything dissolved.- 'The rain didn't seem to be heavy, so there was no reason to rush, in the morning all you can do is enjoy this calm that the world usually finds, at least only in the morning. You pass by couples, it still hurts to look and think that it could still be the two of you, it still hurts to think about him, say his name, look at a photo of him, everything about him hurts eternally, after all he had a place in your heart, as do you too You had and always had a place in his heart, even in death he kept you in his heart. You didn't cry when he died, you felt so insensitive, but no one cried either, Geto became an enemy of Jujutsu society, the worst user of curses in fact, but you felt that you should have at least expressed yourself, at least for everything that you lived should have shed a tear. Shoko had told you even though it still hurt, they couldn't do anything, there was no way to save someone who didn't want to be saved, someone whose time was running out... Someone who killed civilians who knew nothing about Jujutsu.' 'Wandering in your thoughts was something you always did, and it made you do things without realizing it, like for example... Being now standing under a tree, the place you called Suguru Geto's tombstone, he never got one in fact, you don't even know what happened to his body, but at least you think he's buried somewhere, which in the future, we know that he wasn't buried and that he now serves as a "puppet". You sigh, sit on the grass and leave a bouquet there, you swore you would never come here again, but well, you can't control it and you end up coming and staying there for a while... Counting sheep like we did in the old days, hoping that in the end In the end everything dissolves.'
— If I die one day, I want to be buried here. - Geto spoke with a small smile and his face turned to you.
- Why? - You questioned him, your eyebrow arched in curiosity. -
— This is a good place, it’s our place, isn’t it? And it's also his favorite place. We could be buried together here in our corner.
— I don't know if I think this is too romantic or sad, you could have just said the cute part.
— But there's no cute part. - The same way! I could improve the sentence.
— Haha... Next time I'll just do the more part then. ...
—Damn you, Suguru Geto...
'You noticed, you had tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, you didn't cry before, but you cried now, you realized how much you missed him even after everything and remembering after what Gojo said, it squeezed your heart and left a lump in your throat. The last thing he thought and said before he died was your name and your face, it made you think that after 10 years, he never forgot you and could never forget the great love of his life. In his last moments he felt peaceful, he knew you were safe and well and he knew you would be happy one day, with or without him, he just wanted you to be happy and have a good life.' Really, damn you... Suguru Geto. 'The day started cloudy, and you found yourself staring at the rain falling through your bedroom window while you took a sip of warm, bitter coffee, thinking about how everything had changed and how you could have avoided everything, but it was simply impossible to predict the past and save he.
'In his last moments he felt peaceful, he knew you were safe and well and he knew you would be happy one day, with or without him, he just wanted you to be happy and have a good life.'
