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[giuliasnow]

Where the Blue Roses Grow

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Snippets from the life of Gojō Satoru and yours. Where the two of you journey on a path that was predetermined for you, with hearts bruised and unforeseen emotions blossoming.

Warning: angst, unrequited love, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, arranged marriage, age gap, innuendos, deflowering, hints of dub/con, explicit sex, unprotected sex, implied breeding, breastfeeding, lactation kink, mild spoilers

Disclaimer: This is a miniseries, chapter length will be shorter than regular fics. The Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to their respective owners, reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of y/n bothers you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed to read the story.

Chapter Count: 9

Status: Completed

Masterlist

i. Breath of Spring

ii. Thirst for Sunshine

iii. Swarm of Bees

iv. Garden of Uncertainties

v. Cup of Warm Tea

vi. Dance of Mutual Seduction

vii. Giggles and Wiggles

viii. A Bouquet of Honeysuckle

ix. Honey, I'm Home

Omake

Omake 1 •

[giuliasnow]

Hey, hope you are doing well!

After their arrange marriage, when they did 'it' for the first time and she couldn't not walk the next day. What will be gojo's reaction as well as the clan members??

Have a nice day ahead!

Hello, I'm doing great, hope you are too!

Where the Blue Roses Grow

Omake 1

Once a week, the elders of the Gojō clan joins you for breakfast.

To your great misfortune, it had to happen the morning after your deflowering.

They say it was to bring the clan together, but none of you believe that.  They were there to monitor you.

All of them has been waiting in the table, their faces grim as they all refused to utter a single word to each other.  Your husband, Gojō Satoru is never known for his ability to show up in time, but this is just outrageous.  The food is turning cold.

However, they did not have to wait long.

The shoji slams to the side and Gojō saunters inside with the brightest smile, he was almost sparkling, they wanted to cover their hurting eyes.

But the sight behind him has their cheeks filling with color.

You were being assisted by two handmaidens on each side as you limped your way in.

Your face was glowing had it not been twisted in pain.

“Apologies for the delay.”  Gojō says lightheartedly, clearly not apologetic at all.  “The missus insisted on walking all the way here.”  He smiles to you.  “Even though she had a pretty rough night.”

They all said nothing at the nasty glare you threw your husband.  They’d smack him in the head for you if you asked.

Your husband’s smile widens as you ease yourself on your usual seat, now with heavy cushions to help with your discomfort.

For once, Gojō Satoru was successful in shutting up the old geezers.