I’m Liya and this is my little corner to write whatever reader insert fics manifest in my heart. Feel free to ask questions or make requests!
This is a multifandom blog, the fandoms I am currently writing for are: Homicipher, Jujutsu Kaisen
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Rules for requests (open):
Nothing nsfw
Don't be rude
Specify whether you want it platonic or romantic or else I will do whatever I want with it
I am willing to write for more serious and sensitive subjects such as: depression, self harm/suicide, eating disorders, pregnancy, gore, and yandere typical things
Things that I'm not okay with writing include: cheating, drug use, and abuse between the character and the reader. If you're unsure about something, feel free to ask.
Just a quick question, are you alive perchance my dear?
Yes! Almost wasn't, but I am alive and well now!
I only very recently returned to tumblr and writing on my main, but I do plan to return my attention to this blog as well. Especially with the new season of jjk airing right now.
Ooooh!! Perhaps a continuation to Silvair one! Would reader become so feral from the taste that they'd have to be locked up? Would reader become terrified from the fact that it tastes good, sending them back into refusal due to hurting Silvair. Running away the first chance they get.
Possible finding another human, after tasting one how would reader react? Would they pounce or keep their humanity and try to lead them to a exit, only for Silvair to find out and reader gets a personal taste of Silvair's research and what exactly he does.
What would happen afterwords with Masked child. Reader got a taste from Silvair's fingers and afterall, masked child has been more than annoying with their stealing of mr chopped.
When reader does find a exit would they actually take it? Knowing they no longer look human. How'd comfort from Silvair go with reader's innerturmoil of this fact.
How'd it go if reader tried teaching English to them? How'd the creatures react to how much more detailed it is than how they speak. Another interesting question, teaching them to read. So they can actually see what's in those books that get lost in the otherworld.
Many inquiry, much curious
I have had some ideas for a part two in mind for a while, so I would love having an excuse to finally write them. I'll write that, but I'll answer the questions here separately to hold you over until I finish it lol
Reader does get locked in a cell following this incident. Silvair isn't upset over what happened, but he doesn't want to risk Mr. Chopped getting attacked since he wouldn't be able to defend himself like Silvair can. Reader thinks about running away, but ultimately doesn't. Primarily because of how scared they are of everything. Like yeah, they worry about hurting someone they care about again, but they're much more scared of the idea of being alone and without the protection that Silvair's presence provides, so they stay put.
Silvair doesn't really specialize in comfort. He's very clinical, so he doesn't fully comprehend the emotions Reader is going through. All that he really does in ensure them that he isn't resentful over being bitten. Look, his fingers already grew back! It's no big deal. Just eat some more, that will make you feel better.
There is a strong sense of remorse and horror after Reader can think clearly again. It's sickening to know that they have developed a taste for human flesh, but what disturbs them most is that they're more upset over the fact that they hurt Silvair than having eaten a human. As awful as it is... they force themselves to essentially just get over it and prioritize their new friends. They only went into a frenzy because their hunger was driving them insane. They become willing to eat human flesh in order to prevent lashing out at their friends. Killing is still more than they feel ready to do, but they wouldn't be opposed to luring humans to Silvair to let him do the dirty work.
The masked child would do well to find someone else to torment. Now that they're eating regularly, Reader has much better reflexes and improved strength. The child would have a very hard time getting past them. There's also another reason why they might not want to go after Mr. Chopped, but that's a surprise for later.
Reader was already resigned to living out their existence in this realm before the incident. They know they aren't human anymore, and they're afraid to find out what would happen if they did try to go home. It's better to just stay here.
I did briefly touch upon the concept of teaching the spirits english in this post. My headcanon is that the otherworld language has a very whispy, airy sort of sound to it, and that all of the strong pronunciations found in human languages would be very unnatural and difficult for them to replicate. Between that, and how much more complicated human languages are, teaching any of them to the point of fluency would be extremely difficult. That, and I also headcanon that the longer that you're trapped there, the more you forget about life prior to it. Eventually, Reader won't even remember their own native language, much less be able to teach it.
I hope that covered everything! Feel free to send more questions if you like. I love how interesting the characters and world of Homicipher are, so I would never pass up the opportunity to explore it further.
Hello! Come here from the Silvar written post. Do you have any plans on making more? Wanted to ask before sending anything of the sort as it seems you're currently into a different fandom!
I don't have anything for Homicipher that I'm currently working on, but I would love to get some requests for it. Feel free to send in whatever you want 😊
Going off of the last post, the opposite of the suffocating, inescapable polycule that traps but spoils their darling would be Toji.
One would think that the assassin would be a force to be reckoned with, but... he has 300 yen to his name on a good day. Like he doesn't even have anywhere to take you if he did decide to kidnap you. Best case scenario he has a dingy motel room that Shiu booked out using a cut of Toji's money before he could get his grubby hands on it.
It wouldn't even be a week in before he's handing you a phone and a stack of job applications. His ass is broke so if you want food you're going to have to either beg your old job to rehire you after you disappeared for a bit, or you're going to have to pull up your bootstraps and start applying the old fashioned way because y'all don't even have a laptop to work with.
Any fear he might have been able to instill is instantly negated by him being a loser that's more of a leech than a classic yandere. You aren't even scared when you come home to find him in your apartment, you just try to bully him into leaving. It doesn't work. He has the staying power of a cockroach, and he's your problem now.
Not sure if this is a request or if you'd be down to just share your thoughts BUT do you have thoughts on poly satoru, suguru, and shoko with a reader? I just think they make such a power thruple, and I also think Yan!shoko would be Soooo good at manipulating the other two to keep a less enthused member of the polycule around
That would certainly make for an interesting, as well as inescapable, polycule lol
Though I'm not sure I agree about Shoko manipulating them. I just don't think she really needs to, you know? Even in an AU where Geto doesn't completely go off the deep end, he's still one minor inconvenience away from snapping and enacting mass monkey murder. If anything, Shoko is going to have to reign him in. Geto's been through so much and seen so many atrocities that convincing himself that this relationship is for your good whether you agree with that sentiment or not is child's play.
Gojo is an extremely difficult person to manipulate, so it's a good thing that he doesn't need it either. Much like Geto, he's seen enough to be able to rationalize that you're better off with them than by yourself.
If Shoko is going to be manipulating anyone, it's going to be you. She's very good at it, saying things in a way that makes it sound like she's on your side, all while layering on enough fears and guilt to paralyze you in the relationship.
Oh, you want to leave after Geto starts losing his way? She sighs and says she understands, it is kinda scary... but he's really struggling. Couldn't you at least be there for him as a friend?
You want to leave now that he's more stable? Well, it was nice of you to stick around for so long, she "quietly" mutters to herself that she hopes this doesn't make him relapse.
By the time all of the kids get involved, you're completely locked down. Mimiko and Nanako have been through so much, surely you don't want to risk doing anything that might upset them further. Then there's Megumi and Tsumiki who just finally got a taste of a somewhat normal and stable home life. Do you really want to shake their new foundation by leaving?
You end up getting relegated to being a stay at home parent. Geto and Gojo are obviously far too powerful to be doing such a thing, and Shoko's reverse cursed technique is too valuable for her to not be on the field. You wouldn't mind staying home, would you? It's just for a little bit it's not
You might as well get comfy. You aren't going anywhere.
Hi hope you’re doing ok ! Would it be ok if I request yandere Itadori with his best friend reader who nearly gets killed by a cursed spirit please 🙏
(If possible can the reader be female if not gn is fine with me ^^) (romantic if possible if not platonic is fine as well XD )
Lassitude
Yandere Itadori Yuji x Reader
2.9 k words
Summary: You just got to meet up with a friend you hadn't seen in a while, and now you're headed home after a fun day out. But you can't shake the feeling of being watched. It's nothing... right?
Warnings: female presenting reader, universe typical violence, injury to reader, death, yandere if you squint
“Thanks again for meeting up with me today, I know it was really short notice.”
“Don’t thank me, I’m just happy to see you again. When you transferred out of school so suddenly, I got really worried about you. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” You look over at Yuji and smile half-heartedly, “Sasaki and Iguchi have been asking about you a lot. You should probably reach out to them, too. I feel a little bad hogging you all to myself like this.”
A glimmer of hope sparks in your heart. Maybe there’s a reason he reached out to only you?
“Oh, are they? I didn’t think we were close enough for them to be worried about me.” Yuji scratches the back of his head, looking a little flustered. “But thanks for letting me know. You’re such a good friend.”
Ah. There it is. “Friend”.
It’s not that you’re ungrateful for your friendship with Yuji, but… you would be lying through your teeth if you said you didn’t want it to be something more.
Yuji is the kindest person you’ve ever met, and he held the first place title by a significant margin. Anyone would be lucky to call him a friend, and you were, but you couldn’t help how your heart felt. How it skipped a beat when he would lend you his hand to help you up. How it fluttered when he remembered your favorite snacks and drinks and would make sure to get one for you. How it felt like it was going to explode when he shot you a text asking if you could meet up today.
And today had been fun. You met with him at a local arcade that you two used to go to all the time. Despite all of the months apart, you fell into the same synergy and easy conversation that had always come naturally. It was as if you’d just seen him yesterday. He even won you a little Cinnamoroll plush from one of the claw machines.
“Is everything okay? You got quiet all of a sudden.” Yuji is just ahead of you, walking backwards with a concerned look on his face.
A well practiced fake smile is plastered onto your face following his question. “Everything’s fine.” Your fingers mess with the ears of your plush, “I was just thinking about how I wish we could do this more often, like we used to.”
The guilt that flashes across his face makes you immediately regret your words. Guilt tripping Yuji into hanging out with you more is the last thing you would want to do to him, so you quickly try to backpedal, “Not that I’m blaming you or anything! I get that you’re busy.”
“It’s okay,” the smile he flashes you makes your heart feel fuzzy, “I get it. I wish we could see each other more often, too. I’ll try to make more room for you from now on. I promise.”
“Really?” You can no longer contain your excitement. Without even thinking about it, you leap forward and all but tackle him in a hug, “Thank you! That’s the best news I’ve gotten all week!” More like all year, but you’re trying to at least pretend to be normal about this.
It dawns on you that this isn’t very laid back and casual of you. You release him and step back, clearing your throat and trying to act nonchalant, “I mean, only if you’re sure you have the time. I don’t want you going out of your way just for me.” You do. You absolutely do.
Yuji flashes his signature smile, “I want to go out of my way for you. You’re important to me, (Y/N).”
Critical hit. Your face feels hot and you avert your eyes. How can he say something like that so casually? This would basically be a confession from someone else, but sweet sentiments like this are a staple of Itadori’s lingo. It almost makes you want to scream. How can he be so amazing and dense at the same time?!
“Thank you… I really appreciate that.” Oh god, you feel like your heart is going to burst again. “A-Anyway, it’s getting late. I should head home before my parents start to worry.”
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
Yes. Absolutely. More than anything. “No, that’s okay. I know you still have to get back to your new school.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” The smile on his face was adorable, and it almost made you crack. But no, you need some time alone to calm yourself down.
“I’m sure. My home isn’t far from here anyway.” You decide to indulge yourself and give him another hug before turning to go your separate way. “I’ll see you later. Bye, Yuji!”
Yuji holds his hand out toward you, and for a second you think he’s going to say something. But instead, he retracts his hand and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, see you later. Stay safe, (Y/N).”
A combination of disappointment and warmth fills your chest. His well wishes for you are nice, but you can’t help but be bummed that he didn’t say whatever was on his mind. It’s fine. You’re used to not getting exactly what you want from him. At least he’s still your friend despite the distance.
Walking home doesn’t take long, you weren’t lying when you said your home was nearby. But as you walk, you can’t shake off the feeling of being watched. You keep looking over your shoulder, hoping to see Yuji, but he isn’t there. No one is. It makes a chill run down your spine, prompting you to walk faster and hold your plush tighter. It’s nothing. You know it’s nothing, but that doesn’t make you any less creeped out.
Just as you make it home, your phone rings. Feeling like you’re safe now that you’re on the front steps, you slide your phone out of your pocket and check the caller ID. It’s Yuji!
Without waiting another second, you answer the call, “Yes?” Did that sound too eager? Probably. Too late to do anything about it now.
“Good, you answered.” Yuji sighs in relief and lets out an embarrassed chuckle, “Uh, I don’t suppose my wallet is still in your purse is it?”
Oh, that’s right! You offered to hold onto it for him after it flew out of his pocket while you two were playing DDR. As expected of him, Yuji got way too into it and his wallet got sent sailing through the air as a result of how hard he was dancing. “Hang on, let me check.” You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you sift through your purse, “Yep! It’s right here.”
“Great, I’m glad I at least know where it is now. My bus pass is in there, so I’ll have to come get it from you. I’ll be there in a few.”
“Wait, I would feel bad making you walk all the way here and back. I’m home now, I’ll ask my dad if he can drive me there so you don’t miss the next bus.” Yuji starts to protest, but you silence him, “At least let me ask first. I’m sure my dad will be more than happy to help.”
You push open the door and get ready to call out to your father, but the words are knocked out of you. Something huge slams into your back, launching you through the air. You yelp from the surprise and pain of it all, then crash down onto the coffee table. It snaps under your weight, and you are left coughing and gasping for air after… an attack? What the hell was that?
“(Y/N)? What was that? Are you okay?” Yuji’s voice comes through your phone, and for a moment all you can think is that you’re amazed that you were able to hold onto it through that.
Before you can muster the strength to speak, you scream instead as something sharp sinks into your leg. You shriek and look down, finding blood pouring out of several holes in your leg and staining your sock, but- but nothing is there! You can feel something, but you don’t see anything!
More calls of your name ring through the home, this time from your parents. You don’t answer, you can’t. Whatever pierced your leg starts to move, and it’s strong! You continue to scream as you’re shaken violently, getting slammed into furniture and the floor by whatever has a hold of you. Your grip on your phone relinquishes, sending it flying away and into a wall as you’re flailed about.
“What’s going on?! What’s hurting her?! I don’t see anything!” Your mother sounds as confused as she does terrified. Her eyes dart all over the room, but she can’t see anything either.
“Mom! Dad! Help me!” You wail and kick blindly with your free leg, and then you feel it. Your foot connects with something. Something is here, but why can’t you see it?!
Your father picks up the broken top of the coffee table, then slams it down over where your leg is bleeding from. Instead of hitting you, it stops about a foot above and breaks. Whatever was holding you lets go and appears to back up into the wall, making the framed photos fall off of it. A scratching noise cuts through the air, and when you follow them to the source, you see four sets of claw marks on the floor.
It’s when you look up that you start to get an idea of what attacked you. The thing is still invisible, but your blood is now staining its teeth. Several rows of long, razor sharp teeth glisten red, finally revealing something about what is in here with you.
“What the hell is that?” Your father looks dumbfounded, but he’s still clearly on high alert. He watches the dripping maw closely as it begins to move, circling to the right, blocking the pathway to the front door. “Get to our room and call for help! Now! I’ll hold this- this thing off!”
Mom didn’t need to be told twice. She had already been crouched down next to you when he gave the order. With a strength you didn’t think she possessed, your mom heaves you up onto her shoulder and runs.
The sound of scraped wood echoes through the house as the beast lunges at your father. He slams what remains of the piece of wood he was holding into what you assume is the face, but that’s the last thing you see before your vision is obscured by the walls encasing the staircase leading to the upstairs bedrooms. You want to cry out for your dad to come with you, but your voice fails you.
As soon as she makes it into the room, your mother locks the door and wedges a chair under the handle. You’re dropped onto the bed as she fumbles to get her phone out of her pocket and dial the right number, all the while looking over your wound.
It’s truly a sickening sight. The meat of your calf has been shredded from the monster that bit you. Is… Is that bone? You feel like you’re going to throw up or faint. Maybe both.
“We need help!” Your mother’s voice draws your attention away from the horrendous state of your leg. “Something broke into our home and attacked our daughter! I- I don’t know what! I couldn’t see it, but it bit my daughter and was throwing her around! She needs an ambulance, now! Hurry!”
Loud crashing and yelling is coming from outside of the room. It escalates to screaming, then cuts off abruptly into complete silence. No. No, no, no! This isn’t happening, this can’t be happening!
Your mother cries out her husband’s name, but there is no reply. “Oh god! Please hurry! I think it just killed my husband!”
Something heavy hits the door. Then again, each time harder than the last. The wood is starting to break, and the wall is cracking. It’s breaking down the door, and it feels almost certain that it’ll get through before help can arrive.
This is a fact that your mom seemingly also picked up on. She scoops you back into her arms and runs to the closet, sliding open the door and practically throwing you inside. She tightly clutches one of your hands in hers and holds your tear soaked face with the other, “Y-You need to stay quiet, okay? Don’t make a sound. I love you so much.”
She retreats and slides the door shut again before you can put together anything resembling a coherent thought, much less a sentence. No… Why is she doing this? She should be hiding too! Come back! Please come back!
The door to the bedroom gives in to the tremendous force of the monster outside of it and shatters. You can hear your mother let out a startled shriek, then a sob.
“P-Please… I don’t care what happens to me, just leave my baby alone! Don’t hurt her anymore, I’m begging you!”
There’s just enough of a gap in the closet door to let you peer through it. Part of you knows this is a bad decision. But you can’t bring yourself to look away. Remnants of the door crack and break under the weight of the blight attacking your family as it enters the room and encroaches on its prey. Your mother stumbles back and her phone is thrown at it in a last desperate attempt to ward it off.
When it finally steps into view, it’s covered in blood, and you instinctively know that it’s your father’s. The monster is almost as tall as your mother and quadrupedal. The mouth is disproportionately large, being almost as big as the misshapen head it’s a part of.
It corners your terrified mother, then attacks. She screams and tries to fend it off, but it bites into her arm and rips it from her body. Her wails of agony and fear make you begin to sob harder despite her pleas for you to keep quiet. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. That thing is going to kill her and then you, just like it did your father.
You tear your eyes away from the carnage just as your mother’s head starts to disappear into the razor sharp abyss. You can’t do it. You can’t watch. You know it’s over when her screams are cut short.
All you can do is sob as the beast approaches the closet. You don’t even attempt to move or defend yourself as the door is ripped out of its track, fully exposing you. There’s even more blood on it now. Worse yet, clumps of mom’s hair are wedged in between its teeth.
This is it. This is how you die. Massacred along with the rest of your family. At least you three won’t be separated for long. You stare in horror as it steps closer. You blink. Someone is over it. Then the monster is sent through the floor with the person you saw falling right with it.
What? Was that… pink hair? I- It can’t be…
A loud struggle is happening on the floor beneath you, but your brain is struggling to process it. It’s struggling to process any of this. You should be dead. Why aren’t you dead? You’re so numb to your surroundings that you don’t even notice when the fight stops. The only thing that tears you from your stupor is your name being called out.
After a few slow blinks, you focus your attention on the person in front of you. Yuji. It is Yuji. This doesn’t make any sense.
The complete lack of a response from you frightens him, and he shakes you, “Talk to me, (Y/N)! Please let me know that you’re okay!”
No. You’re not okay. Nothing is okay.
“Mom… Dad…” Your voice is hoarse and cracks with each word.
His expression becomes even more devastated. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry that I didn’t get here in time to save them.” He moves, then hugs you close to his chest, “But I saved you. I made it just in time to save you.”
Distantly, your mind registers the fact that he is continuing to speak, but you don’t really hear any of it. It’s all a white noise to you. Why is this happening? Why are you still alive when your parents are dead? Viciously murdered by a thing that none of you could even truly see. Was this your fault? Did you unknowingly bring that thing home with you?
Itadori picks you up, but you just hang in his arms limply. The sound of sirens echoes in the distance. They’re far too late to be of any use now.
“I’m going to get you some help, but we can’t stay here. Just hang tight. You’re safe now.”
Safe? An invisible monster just murdered your whole family. You’re never going to feel safe again. But you don’t say any of this. You don’t have the strength, the will. You have nothing left, not anymore. What your friend does now is of no consequence to you. Nothing is.
You may have a pulse, but your life ended when your parents’ did.
Would Gojo freak out if anything bad happened to his big sister?
Gojo doesn't even like it when he overhears people in his clan gossiping about her, so yeah anything really bad actually happening to her would elicit a very negative response.
Honestly while he was a little sad to see her go, he was relieved when she decided to leave the sorcery world. At least he doesn't have to be as worried about her getting hurt or killed quite as much now.
Ur jjk stuff is feeding me I'm loving this!!! Kenjaku being like "little shit... Lmao nice though" is so good
Thank you!
I feel like if anyone would have an appreciation for the art of deception, it would be him. Sure, his life's work just ran away into the night, but look at all the death and destruction they caused on the way out! His baby is clearly taking after him, and that's a success in his book lol
Platonic Yandere Kenjaku and child reader (who's their child)
Desperate Measures
Yandere Kenjaku x Child Reader
3.4k words
Summary: For as long as you can remember, you've been able to hear your brothers' voices. Now you have a chance to set them free.
Warning: alcohol, blood, mild body horror, yandere themes
This prompt possessed me and made me stop working on an Itadori fic just to get it out.
“Where are we?”
“Kotsuso is looking at my back! Tell him to stop!”
“No I’m not!"
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“What was that shaking? Are we going to die?”
“Don’t leave us alone! Please!”
“We’re cold!”
“Help us!”
All of the voices in your head could be overwhelming at times, but you never dared complain about it. Your brothers had it far worse than you. So what if the constant stream of thoughts from them gave you headaches sometimes? It was a small price to pay since you were walking around like a normal person while they were trapped in jars in the cellar.
Technically speaking, you were the youngest out of all of your siblings. All of them had been created before you, but thanks to your father, they were frozen in the fetal stage. They never had the luxury of being born like you had. Why your father chose you and not them was a mystery. One that he didn’t seem keen to answer directly.
A chorus of the word “cold” echoes in your mind as you pull down a quilt from the linen closet and respond back through the link, “I’m coming.”
You slide the door shut with your foot, then hurry outside so you can go down to the cellar. Getting the cellar door open with only your foot considerably harder than the closet, but you manage. Once the door has been kicked back, you readjust your hold on the quilt and walk carefully down the steps into the darkness.
Several voices say that “someone is here” in varying levels of distress. You can hear Choso chime in to remind them that you just said you were on your way, which succeeds in soothing their fears.
The cellar is pitch black, so you set the quilt down and feel for the lantern you know is hanging from the wall to your right. Given how many times you’ve been through this process, you find it quickly and strike a match to light it. The fire casts a dim glow over the dank cellar. It’s hardly inviting, and a far cry from cozy.
Another chorus of voices ring through your mind, this time saying your name. You can’t help but smile, enjoying the feeling of being needed and appreciated. Now that you’re in the same room, you speak to them normally, “I brought a quilt, this should help keep you warm.” At least you hope so.
Unfolding the large quilt with your tiny arms takes some work, but you finally get it unraveled and draped over the jars containing your older brothers. You then climb up onto the table and curl up around them, hoping to warm them faster. They’re all rejoicing over the warmth and your presence. A wave of relief and contentment washes over you, and you curl around them tighter.
“What are you doing down here?”
Just like that, the calm is shattered. You tense up, and all of your brothers fall silent. Nervously, you look over your shoulder at the one who interrupted this moment. Kamo Noritoshi is staring down at you with his arms crossed. The way the flames lick over his face only makes him more intimidating. One of his eyebrows raise when you don’t answer fast enough, and that’s enough to make you panic and sit up straight.
“Th-They were cold, so I brought them something to keep them warm.” You scoot forward and drop down from the table, stumbling slightly as you do.
A sigh escapes your father as he massages the scar on his forehead, “That’s right. You can hear them, and for some reason, choose to indulge them.” He steps forward and looks at your brothers with nothing short of disdain, “Do they ever say anything interesting, or do they only know how to complain?”
He’s getting too close to them for your comfort, and definitely for theirs if the fearful whimpers and cries are anything to go off of. You put yourself in between him and your brothers and clutch his yukata to bring his attention back to yourself. He sighs again, then leans down enough to pick you up and bring you into his arms. Without another word against your siblings, he turns and exits the cellar, snuffing out the lantern on the way. Your brothers cry out to you, not wanting you to go so soon, and most certainly not with him, but you have no choice.
“I’ll be okay. I’ll come back later.” The sentiment settles them, but only slightly. Their unease is palpable through the connection.
Kamo kicks the cellar door shut with more force than you think is really necessary and readjusts his hold on you. “I do wish you would stop spending so much time dwelling on them.”
Your hands nervously tug on his clothing, and you pout, “I’m sorry… I just worry about them. They sound so sad all the time.”
“So? I don’t see how that affects you.”
The way he says it makes it sound like you’re the unreasonable one here even though you know that’s not true. You hesitate and weigh your options before speaking up again, “They’re my brothers. Aren’t we supposed to care about family?”
Kamo shakes his head, “Not necessarily.”
“But you care about me, don’t you?”
That makes him pause. His hand is extended toward the sliding door of your home, but stopped just shy of it. He regards you from the corner of his eye, then gently pats your head. “That’s different. You’re special.”
Rather than elaborating, he steps inside the home and sets you down so you can remove your shoes. You do as expected and obediently trail behind him to the dining room. The smells of expertly prepared food is present through the home and makes your stomach growl in anticipation.
Only two cushions are by the table. One for you, and one for your father. No one else was allowed to eat with you. Father didn’t like the extra company. A handful of servants are flitting around the room, setting the table and placing serving platters of food. They look visibly nervous as soon as you two enter the room and finish their tasks with haste. After bowing, they promptly excuse themselves.
Dinner is a mostly silent affair. Father likes to read while he eats, so conversation is sparse, if existent at all. But that’s okay. You usually just spend the meal listening to your brothers and talking with them instead.
Kamo doesn’t even bother looking up from his book when he speaks, “I have some personal matters to attend to tomorrow, so I’ll be gone until the following day.” His eyes finally break away from the text to stare into your own, “I can trust you to behave while I’m gone, yes?”
“Yes, father. I’ll be good.”
“I would expect no less from you.” His smile is miniscule, but you can still spot it through his mustache. He refocuses his attention on his book.
He appeared to believe you. Good. Tomorrow will finally be the day you put your plan into action. Your brothers will finally be free.
—
Whenever father was busy elsewhere, you would read through his notes. This amounted into a very time consuming endeavor because as you learned, he was a prolific note taker. But luck was on your side last time, and you found what you were looking for. The notes pertaining to your brothers, and most importantly, the speculations he had on them.
“I believe that the death painting wombs would be able to easily incarnate themselves if consumed by a human. With the first three being special grade, they would be able to make do with even a non-sorcerer for a host. The other six could potentially require a host body with more cursed energy in it to give them something to work with, but I can’t be certain as of yet.”
Now that you knew how to save your brothers, you were determined to make it happen. The only hang up was how Kamo worded it. He wasn’t sure. These were just theories, and you were hesitant to take such a big gamble on a theory.
“Are you sure about this, Choso? What if he’s wrong?”
Choso’s soothing voice hushes your concerns, “Then we’ll figure something else out. We can’t afford to wait any longer. Just take me, I’m willing to be the one to see if this works.”
Protest erupts among your brothers.
Tanso interjects first, “What if you get hurt?”
Sanso follows right behind his twin, “Or die!”
“What are we supposed to do without our big brother?!” Kechizu sounds almost hysteric.
“Everything will be okay. I will be okay. I promise.” Choso’s words do have a calming effect, but only a little bit. Everyone knows that he doesn’t really have the means to make this promise, but they don’t want to fight with their eldest. “Let’s go. I’m ready.”
… Okay.
You nod and take a deep breath, then break the seal on Choso’s jar. You take off the lid, and start to reach inside, but hesitate. Was this really a good idea?
“It’s going to be okay, (Y/N).”
Oh. You didn’t even realize you’d communicated that through the link. You inhale deeply, then push past your fears and dip your hand into the fluid Choso is suspended in. It chills your fingers. No wonder everyone is so bothered by the cold. You feel even worse for them. This plan is going to have to work. Then they’ll never have to worry about this again.
Choso’s body is so small, he easily fits inside the palm of your hand. You carefully scoop him out of the liquid, then deposit him into a small square of silk, “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“I’m okay. Let’s go before anyone notices I’m missing.”
You nod, then drop a pickled plum into the jar your oldest brother was previously in. It was unlikely that anyone would come down here, but if they did, you didn’t want them to be able to immediately know something was wrong. The quilt you left down here is pulled back over the jars, adding an extra layer of defense against wandering eyes.
It’s time. You gently fold the silk over Choso’s fragile body, then tuck him inside your yukata for warmth.
The Kamo clan never much cared for your presence. They knew that you weren’t entirely human despite your appearance. If it weren’t for Noritoshi being the clan leader, you’re sure they wouldn’t have tolerated you period. But that would work in your favor today. It would take longer for anyone to notice your absence.
Sneaking out of the temple goes off without a hitch, then you’re running through the woods to a nearby home. That’s where your target was. The sacrifice. Sato Daichi, a drunk with no family to speak of. Not only would he be alone, but he should be inebriated enough to not ask too many questions.
Once the trees begin to thin, you know you’re close. You slow down and peer out of the forest at the hut not far from it. Sato is outside, leaning against his home. Perfect.
Please let this work.
As casually as you can, you approach the man, “Excuse me? Sato-san?”
He looks up, eyes hazy and brows knit together, “What? Do I know you?”
“Kind of… You did some work for my family once.”
“Oh, right. I remember now.” The Kamo’s would never enlist his help. Good thing his memory is bad enough to not put this together. “Do they want to hire me again?”
“No, I actually had a favor I wanted to ask of you, mister.” Here goes nothing, “My mother made some sake, but she doesn’t think it’s any good. Would you mind trying it so I can tell her someone likes it?”
His eyes light up instantly, “Why didn’t you open with that? Of course I’ll help! Give it here, kid!”
That was even easier than you expected. “Of course, let me get it out of my bag. Thank you so much, Sato-san!” You bow and turn so that you’re facing away from him, then pull the sake container out of your bag and open it. You slide the square of silk holding Choso out of your yukata.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Do it.”
Very well. You drop Choso inside the bottle, then spin back around with a smile on your face, “Here you go.”
Sato swipes the bottle from your hands without hesitation, then holds it up like he’s making a toast, “Kanpai!” He brings it to his lips and takes a swig of it. His face instantly contorts, and that’s when you take action to play your part.
You pounce on him, your inhuman strength easily overpowering him despite your smaller stature. You clamp your hands over his mouth, “Swallow him! You have to swallow him!” He fights harder, but he just isn’t a match for you.
When he stops fighting and goes limp, you feel a sense of relief, but it’s short-lived. He starts convulsing violently, then blood spurts out of every orifice in his face. You shriek and fall backwards off of him. What was happening? Was this good or bad?! You didn’t know!
“Choso! What’s happening?! Are you okay?!” You were so frantic that you didn’t even use the connection, you just shouted it.
There is no response from your brother. Panic sets in instantly. Not just for you, but for the rest of your brothers who were getting scared from your reaction.
“What’s going on?!”
“Is Choso okay?!”
“Are you okay?!”
“This was a bad idea!”
A cacophony of wails from your kin assaults your senses, but all that does is make you panic more. You start kicking Sato’s stomach and screaming at him, “Spit him out! Spit him out!”
Crunch!
You recoil in terror. Did you do that? You didn’t think you were kicking that hard! You just wanted to make him cough up Choso, but now you might have hurt your brother instead! No, no, no! This is all wrong! You never should have trusted those notes!
Much to your horror, the body continues jerking and cracking, each noise worse than the last. The body starts to shrink in on itself. The limbs become thinner and shorter, the skin paler, and the once balding head begins sprouting hair dark as night.
Huh? What… What is this?
You stare down at the body as the seizing slows, then stops. Sato is gone, and now there is someone new here. A young boy in the early stages of adolescence is lying where the middle-aged man once was.
“Ch… Choso?” You sniffle, and it’s only then that you realize that you had been crying. You inch closer to the body, then kneel down and press an ear to the boy’s chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A loud sob tears out of you, this time one of relief, but there’s still an inkling of fear, “Choso? Are you okay? Please wake up!” Your brothers join you in your plea, all chanting for the oldest to wake up.
Dark brown eyes crack open, then he slowly sits up. The jinbei once worn by Sato was the only thing that remained of him now, and it was far too big for the one currently wearing it. The boy looks down at his hands, opening and closing them experimentally, then touching his face, then the clothes.
“Choso?” The name is choked out through your tears.
His head snaps up in your direction. An emotion takes hold of his face. He smiles widely, “(Y/N)... it worked. It really worked!”
It is him! That’s all you needed to hear! You latch onto him, hugging him as tight as you can as you sob into his chest, “I was so scared! I thought you were dead and that it was my fault!”
The embrace from your brother is just as tight. He cradles you in his arms, doing his best to soothe you, “It’s okay. I’m here now. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything from now on like a big brother should. You won’t have to do anything like that ever again.”
All of the other brothers are celebrating, cheering at the success. Some are also crying like you are, but they’re also congratulating you. Praising you for freeing the eldest and solidifying a way to save the rest of them.
Choso waits until your cries have subsided to sniffles before he loosens his hold. His smile is warm and nurturing, just like how you had always imagined it would be. He gently wipes off your face with the sleeve of his jinbei. “Thank you, (Y/N). You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”
He stands up carefully, each move calculated as he gets a feel for having a proper body. His clothes almost make him trip, so he has to readjust and tighten them to fit his smaller body as well as they can. He inhales deeply, savoring the fresh air, then exhales, a downright serene expression on his face.
“Let’s head back now and get everyone else.” Choso takes your hand in his. It dwarfs your own. How odd to think that he could fit in your palm only a few minutes ago. “I’ll get Eso and Kechizu incarnated next since they’re special grade, then they can help get all the others their own bodies.”
“What about me? What do you want me to do now?”
Choso smiles and shakes his head, “Nothing. You’ve done more than enough. I said that I’ll take care of everything from now on, and I meant it. You’re the youngest, and it’s time that we finally treat you as such.”
The weight that had been on your shoulders up until now had been heavy, but you had long since grown used to it. You hadn’t even noticed the toll it took until it was finally taken from you. You’ll never have to worry again. Choso will handle it. Everything will be okay now.
—
“So let me make sure I have this clear. An entire clan was outwitted and defeated by a six year old and some fetuses?!”
Kenjaku’s voice raises to a thundering degree as he slams the sorcerer who delivered the news into a wall. Of all the things he had been expecting to hear when he came back from his mission, it never would have been this. Even he didn’t think sorcerers could be this fucking stupid.
“Some of those “fetuses” were special grade curses!” The excuse does nothing to impress him, and he throws the sorcerer away from him. Kenjaku massages the scar on his head, feeling a headache coming on.
The sorcerer scrambled back and onto his feet. “That damned demon spawn of yours freed one, and now eight of our members have been taken over by those abominations, and even more died trying to fight them off! The Kamo clan wasn’t that big to begin with, we can’t handle a loss like this! Do you have any idea what this means for the clan’s future?!”
“I don’t care! If this clan could be wiped out by children, it doesn’t deserve to exist in the first place!” Kenjaku grabs the man by the throat, “The only thing I care about is the fact that you couldn’t even keep my child on the property, and now they are nowhere to be seen!”
“Trust me, when I find that little demon, there won’t be anything le-”
The sentence dies with the man as Kenjaku snaps his neck. He falls to the floor, twitching and gurgling as blood spills from his throat. Kenjaku sneers at the sorcerer and wipes off his hand. Disgusting. Pathetic.
I’ll be good, you said. What a two-faced little liar. You definitely got that from him. The pride in his chest annoys him, but he can’t deny its presence. You’re a lot more conniving than he had ever given you credit for. That was on him.
Damn. He can’t even be that mad. Well, okay he is absolutely incensed, but more so at your “brothers” than you. He had underestimated their influence on you. Of course, he also simply hadn’t expected a six year old to be plotting against him. Especially not his own.
It’s fine. Ten half-curses won’t be able to hide forever, and he has no doubt that you’ll all be sticking together for the foreseeable future. If what you said about their conversations was anything to go off of, they were all extremely reliant on the other.
He’ll find you, and he won’t let you slip away again.
Would Sukuna murk anyone who tried to hurt his daughter?
Not exactly
His initial reaction to her getting hurt would be more like, "Don't just let them get away with that, eliminate them."
Minor injuries from sparring with the other students don't garner much of a reaction from him, he sees it more as a learning experience for her than anything else. Even more severe injuries (like the ones from the fic) can be viewed as such if he thinks she stands to gain something from it.
Only something like a special grade level threat would elicit a reaction from him, and even then only if his daughter appears to be losing with no clear path to victory in sight. Like if Jogo were to try and incinerate her, for example. That would be an instant death sentence. He doesn't want to see her life snuffed out before she can reach her true potential.
Lots of quality bonding time! He's certain that this rift must have happened because of him being so busy with sorcery nonsense all the time. She felt like he was neglecting her just like the rest of the family does! That's why it was so easy for someone else to come in between them!
