hello and welcome to my blog! i write lots of different fics, but am currently writing for jujutsu kaisen (jjk)! below are the links in which you can find my stuff. 📚 As always, please do not put these works on good reads or any associated platform. Thanks!
⭐️ my ao3 ✍️ (+ secretsofthebatcave pseud)
⭐️ wips currently being updated:
i’m the last of my kind (and that’s all that should matter to you)
He was in a grave, which seemed to be six feet under ground. He shoved the top off, the dirt falling in all over him. He pulled himself out, and looked up at the area around him. It looked like something had exploded around his grave, and he had an idea of what.
He can still feel the angelic energy around him, and he had no idea why an angel would rescue him. He was still an abomination to them, one still wanted to kill. So it made no sense why they had decided to revive him. He knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.
Especially since the resounding “Satoru Gojo has been saved!” rang in his head like a church bell.
or
Are you the strongest because you are Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you are the strongest?
In which Satoru Gojo comes back, only this time everything is much more complicated.
aka the spn/jjk au no one but me wanted
if "home is where the heart is" then we're all just fucked
Fate has a funny way of bringing people together. A million tiny moments that all came together to culminate in some grand moment. For Satoru though, it never seemed to be a good thing. Just once, he'd like to know what it's like to have someone who cared.
When things were different, we were young, back in 1991, when the story had just begun…
*prequel to “i’m the last of my kind (and that's all that should matter to you)”*
my pen is the barrel of the gin (remind me which side you should be on)
Because, deep down, all shinobi were selfish. They didn’t care about their fellow man, only themselves. Because they had seen what caring would do. What it had done. It had turned a once proud and respected shinobi to a disgrace whose name was never spoken above hushed tones.
It made him sick.
or
In which Kakashi has a lot more going on behind the scenes than people think.
thanks for reading!
