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Hello! I am Dr. Adamn Killgore!
My pronouns are he/him
Right now I am working on several fan fictions on my ao3 account Fynnerd_Lizerd down below is the categories/themes you can expect in my writing! (these things are subject to change)
Onward!!!! Imagine—For as terrifying as he was perceived by those around him, the sorcerer killer himself, a brick wall of muscle and an aura that exuded a predatory terror that made any victim's instincts revert to the innate primal instinct of giving in to death after finally accepting the inevitability their fate...
Toji was fucking terrified of you, his absolutely no nonsense house husband.
Snacking from the pantry before lunch? You'd spank him with your towel, him scurrying off to sulk and get all whiny about it from afar.
Trying to track mud in the house? You'd block the door with your body and watched him wipe his shoes sparingly clean'—any trace of dirt was something you made him get on his knees, gloves and all, clean by hand.
He starts trying to be all big and tough, "asserting' his dominance in the relationship? A single glare and threat to starve him while you and megumi dine on your homemade dinner made him apologize and get all shy and awkward.
But it's always worth it when he gets to have you all sweet and vulnerable and kind in his arms and in his sheets, telling him how much you missed him.
Sometimes, you make him feel like he isn't that bad after all.
How about the trope of "id go through hell and back for you." But the person is stuck there against their free will, and they quickly realize that no, going through hell was not worth it. The person they fell in love with was a horrible person. That the MC going through hell is nothing compared to the hellish realization that the person they swore their life for is not who they thought they were.
Notes: I actually had fun writing this chapter. Continuing my 'toji dropped out of school at a young age' propaganda.
4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS AGO
Toji Fushiguro:
Toji doesn't know what he's doing here. In his brain he has already figured out what ended him up in the hopsital in the first place, he also concluded that he definenlty should have not survived. Whenever he finds himself ruminating on his fight with the head, and sole member of the gojo clan, phantom pain blooms where the scars from the fight litter his body. The pain only intensifies when his old friend, and now caretaker, helps him complete is activities of daily living. Toji is hyper aware of the way he stares at them when he aids him with bathing or how when him and toji practice the physical therapy exercises his doctor prescribed him. Toji cant help but be tormented by the physical reminders of his tussle with gojo.
These small torments become less small-and far larger- the day the man he's living with comes home with a court order tucked under his jujutsu sorcerer uniform.
"Ah- there you are…" toji watches him as he places his coat, keys, and stacks of envelopes/loose papers on the coffee table directly in front of him. "hey! you managed to sit yourself on the floor!!" His friends plops down next to him and rests his head onto his shoulder. He lets out a deep tired sigh and relaxes his body against toji completely. "Soooo I talked with the gojo clan head today…" toji tenses under his friends weight. If he notices he doesn't say anything- instead he reaches over toji and grabs the stack he set down a few seconds ago. "Kids fucking weird- and annoying. anywayssss… said he has been taking care of megumi for you-" he watches him flip through different envelopes next to him out of the corner of his eye. when he reaches a large yellow manilla envelope he tosses the other documents on the floor under the coffee table. "I'll pick those up later-anyways as harsh as this may sound toji, I'm glad it was a guy like gojo megumi went to and NOT someone in the zenin clan." Toji grunts in a greement and crosses his arms over his chest. "I got to see the little tike too!" his head snaps in his direction so fast toji almost propels him off of his shoulder.
Toji's heart is beat FAST. faster than it did when he ran away from his clan as a teenager, faster than the day he confessed his love for his dead wife, faster than it did when he fought gojo…Toji locks eyes with his friend and whatever insanley intense surge of emtotions he is feeling currently must be written all over his face because, gracefully, the man next to him gives him a sympathetic look. He nibbles on his bottom lip and then shifts awkwardly where he sits then hands toji the envalope. "Megumi is doing good, looks like that white haired bastard is feeding him well… and when I talked to him he seemed mature, way more mature than any other kid his age. Oh! and not to mention he wasn't wearing any clan based school attire, he was wearing some private tokyo schools uniform. Looks like gojo picked out a prestigous place for the little guy…." toji slightly tunes out his friends rambling and takes out the contents of the envalope. He squints his eyes while trying to understand what he is reading in his hands. He never finished his education after 16 and he was never fond of reading to begin with, he always relied on the guy to his left to aid him in that area of his life. but right now after burdening him for two years with his needs and ailments he feels the need to pick up the slack, starting with his literay faults. "…I asked him about you while I was there, he is quite like you in some ways… well actually in a lot of ways-Hehe. but I digress! apparently gojo told the tike that you were a bum who was a dirty gambler who sold him to gojo because you deemed megumi too much of an expense that was getting in the way of your extravagant life style!" Toji crumples the papers in his hands and focuses on your words instead, he decides to pretend he is still reading them though and hope you pick up on his agitated mood- but dont comment on it. ".. I told megumi gojo was full of shit."
"pfft-" toi turns his face away from him to hide his smile.
"He seemed to believe me- smart kid you got there. I also gave gojo an ear full about his white lie… don't give me that look jiji! I know what you are! and I'm your only friend so I ain't gonna lie to you!!! anyways- i wanted to give you these papers today." He motions to them. "For a while now in-between my shifts and helping you out- I have been in a constant battle with the big bitch gojo satoru in trying to get you to have split custody over little megumi…" He takes the papers from tojis hands and slips the back into the folder. "Which he hasn't made easy AT ALL!!" Toji wants to poke fun at the pout settling on his face but decides not to, especially at his confessions of going out of his way to help his situation with his astranged son.
Toji tries to stand up off the floor on his own, he struggles a bit and when a hand reaches out to steady him he swats it away. "…I didn't bother making you dinner." He informs facing away from the man still seated on the floor. He can feels his proud stare branding his back. Toji beems with pride because he knows how big of a feat getting into his own two feet without his help actually is. "Let's order take out."
"yes!! My favorite though okay!!" He hears his friend jump up from the floor and smiles to himself.
"Yeah sure." Toji has to steady himself on the arm rest of the couch when his friend flings himself into hisback. A hot blush blooms in his upper back and neck when he feels two arms wrap around him from behind.
"I'll make sure to get extra of whatever you want!!"
Notes: I actually had fun writing this chapter. Continuing my 'toji dropped out of school at a young age' propaganda.
4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS AGO
Toji Fushiguro:
Toji doesn't know what he's doing here. In his brain he has already figured out what ended him up in the hopsital in the first place, he also concluded that he definenlty should have not survived. Whenever he finds himself ruminating on his fight with the head, and sole member of the gojo clan, phantom pain blooms where the scars from the fight litter his body. The pain only intensifies when his old friend, and now caretaker, helps him complete is activities of daily living. Toji is hyper aware of the way he stares at them when he aids him with bathing or how when him and toji practice the physical therapy exercises his doctor prescribed him. Toji cant help but be tormented by the physical reminders of his tussle with gojo.
These small torments become less small-and far larger- the day the man he's living with comes home with a court order tucked under his jujutsu sorcerer uniform.
"Ah- there you are…" toji watches him as he places his coat, keys, and stacks of envelopes/loose papers on the coffee table directly in front of him. "hey! you managed to sit yourself on the floor!!" His friends plops down next to him and rests his head onto his shoulder. He lets out a deep tired sigh and relaxes his body against toji completely. "Soooo I talked with the gojo clan head today…" toji tenses under his friends weight. If he notices he doesn't say anything- instead he reaches over toji and grabs the stack he set down a few seconds ago. "Kids fucking weird- and annoying. anywayssss… said he has been taking care of megumi for you-" he watches him flip through different envelopes next to him out of the corner of his eye. when he reaches a large yellow manilla envelope he tosses the other documents on the floor under the coffee table. "I'll pick those up later-anyways as harsh as this may sound toji, I'm glad it was a guy like gojo megumi went to and NOT someone in the zenin clan." Toji grunts in a greement and crosses his arms over his chest. "I got to see the little tike too!" his head snaps in his direction so fast toji almost propels him off of his shoulder.
Toji's heart is beat FAST. faster than it did when he ran away from his clan as a teenager, faster than the day he confessed his love for his dead wife, faster than it did when he fought gojo…Toji locks eyes with his friend and whatever insanley intense surge of emtotions he is feeling currently must be written all over his face because, gracefully, the man next to him gives him a sympathetic look. He nibbles on his bottom lip and then shifts awkwardly where he sits then hands toji the envalope. "Megumi is doing good, looks like that white haired bastard is feeding him well… and when I talked to him he seemed mature, way more mature than any other kid his age. Oh! and not to mention he wasn't wearing any clan based school attire, he was wearing some private tokyo schools uniform. Looks like gojo picked out a prestigous place for the little guy…." toji slightly tunes out his friends rambling and takes out the contents of the envalope. He squints his eyes while trying to understand what he is reading in his hands. He never finished his education after 16 and he was never fond of reading to begin with, he always relied on the guy to his left to aid him in that area of his life. but right now after burdening him for two years with his needs and ailments he feels the need to pick up the slack, starting with his literay faults. "…I asked him about you while I was there, he is quite like you in some ways… well actually in a lot of ways-Hehe. but I digress! apparently gojo told the tike that you were a bum who was a dirty gambler who sold him to gojo because you deemed megumi too much of an expense that was getting in the way of your extravagant life style!" Toji crumples the papers in his hands and focuses on your words instead, he decides to pretend he is still reading them though and hope you pick up on his agitated mood- but dont comment on it. ".. I told megumi gojo was full of shit."
"pfft-" toi turns his face away from him to hide his smile.
"He seemed to believe me- smart kid you got there. I also gave gojo an ear full about his white lie… don't give me that look jiji! I know what you are! and I'm your only friend so I ain't gonna lie to you!!! anyways- i wanted to give you these papers today." He motions to them. "For a while now in-between my shifts and helping you out- I have been in a constant battle with the big bitch gojo satoru in trying to get you to have split custody over little megumi…" He takes the papers from tojis hands and slips the back into the folder. "Which he hasn't made easy AT ALL!!" Toji wants to poke fun at the pout settling on his face but decides not to, especially at his confessions of going out of his way to help his situation with his astranged son.
Toji tries to stand up off the floor on his own, he struggles a bit and when a hand reaches out to steady him he swats it away. "…I didn't bother making you dinner." He informs facing away from the man still seated on the floor. He can feels his proud stare branding his back. Toji beems with pride because he knows how big of a feat getting into his own two feet without his help actually is. "Let's order take out."
"yes!! My favorite though okay!!" He hears his friend jump up from the floor and smiles to himself.
"Yeah sure." Toji has to steady himself on the arm rest of the couch when his friend flings himself into hisback. A hot blush blooms in his upper back and neck when he feels two arms wrap around him from behind.
"I'll make sure to get extra of whatever you want!!"
Notes: I actually had fun writing this chapter. Continuing my 'toji dropped out of school at a young age' propaganda.
4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS AGO
Toji Fushiguro:
Toji doesn't know what he's doing here. In his brain he has already figured out what ended him up in the hopsital in the first place, he also concluded that he definenlty should have not survived. Whenever he finds himself ruminating on his fight with the head, and sole member of the gojo clan, phantom pain blooms where the scars from the fight litter his body. The pain only intensifies when his old friend, and now caretaker, helps him complete is activities of daily living. Toji is hyper aware of the way he stares at them when he aids him with bathing or how when him and toji practice the physical therapy exercises his doctor prescribed him. Toji cant help but be tormented by the physical reminders of his tussle with gojo.
These small torments become less small-and far larger- the day the man he's living with comes home with a court order tucked under his jujutsu sorcerer uniform.
"Ah- there you are…" toji watches him as he places his coat, keys, and stacks of envelopes/loose papers on the coffee table directly in front of him. "hey! you managed to sit yourself on the floor!!" His friends plops down next to him and rests his head onto his shoulder. He lets out a deep tired sigh and relaxes his body against toji completely. "Soooo I talked with the gojo clan head today…" toji tenses under his friends weight. If he notices he doesn't say anything- instead he reaches over toji and grabs the stack he set down a few seconds ago. "Kids fucking weird- and annoying. anywayssss… said he has been taking care of megumi for you-" he watches him flip through different envelopes next to him out of the corner of his eye. when he reaches a large yellow manilla envelope he tosses the other documents on the floor under the coffee table. "I'll pick those up later-anyways as harsh as this may sound toji, I'm glad it was a guy like gojo megumi went to and NOT someone in the zenin clan." Toji grunts in a greement and crosses his arms over his chest. "I got to see the little tike too!" his head snaps in his direction so fast toji almost propels him off of his shoulder.
Toji's heart is beat FAST. faster than it did when he ran away from his clan as a teenager, faster than the day he confessed his love for his dead wife, faster than it did when he fought gojo…Toji locks eyes with his friend and whatever insanley intense surge of emtotions he is feeling currently must be written all over his face because, gracefully, the man next to him gives him a sympathetic look. He nibbles on his bottom lip and then shifts awkwardly where he sits then hands toji the envalope. "Megumi is doing good, looks like that white haired bastard is feeding him well… and when I talked to him he seemed mature, way more mature than any other kid his age. Oh! and not to mention he wasn't wearing any clan based school attire, he was wearing some private tokyo schools uniform. Looks like gojo picked out a prestigous place for the little guy…." toji slightly tunes out his friends rambling and takes out the contents of the envalope. He squints his eyes while trying to understand what he is reading in his hands. He never finished his education after 16 and he was never fond of reading to begin with, he always relied on the guy to his left to aid him in that area of his life. but right now after burdening him for two years with his needs and ailments he feels the need to pick up the slack, starting with his literay faults. "…I asked him about you while I was there, he is quite like you in some ways… well actually in a lot of ways-Hehe. but I digress! apparently gojo told the tike that you were a bum who was a dirty gambler who sold him to gojo because you deemed megumi too much of an expense that was getting in the way of your extravagant life style!" Toji crumples the papers in his hands and focuses on your words instead, he decides to pretend he is still reading them though and hope you pick up on his agitated mood- but dont comment on it. ".. I told megumi gojo was full of shit."
"pfft-" toi turns his face away from him to hide his smile.
"He seemed to believe me- smart kid you got there. I also gave gojo an ear full about his white lie… don't give me that look jiji! I know what you are! and I'm your only friend so I ain't gonna lie to you!!! anyways- i wanted to give you these papers today." He motions to them. "For a while now in-between my shifts and helping you out- I have been in a constant battle with the big bitch gojo satoru in trying to get you to have split custody over little megumi…" He takes the papers from tojis hands and slips the back into the folder. "Which he hasn't made easy AT ALL!!" Toji wants to poke fun at the pout settling on his face but decides not to, especially at his confessions of going out of his way to help his situation with his astranged son.
Toji tries to stand up off the floor on his own, he struggles a bit and when a hand reaches out to steady him he swats it away. "…I didn't bother making you dinner." He informs facing away from the man still seated on the floor. He can feels his proud stare branding his back. Toji beems with pride because he knows how big of a feat getting into his own two feet without his help actually is. "Let's order take out."
"yes!! My favorite though okay!!" He hears his friend jump up from the floor and smiles to himself.
"Yeah sure." Toji has to steady himself on the arm rest of the couch when his friend flings himself into hisback. A hot blush blooms in his upper back and neck when he feels two arms wrap around him from behind.
"I'll make sure to get extra of whatever you want!!"
Notes: this chapter and the ones after it will be Toji centric and will be a sort of prologue to the first three chapters.
Tokyo JR General Hospital- Six Years Ago
Toji Fushiguro:
"What do you mean he will be discharged tomorrow morning?!" Who the fuck is talking so loud? The room around Toji slowly fades into his vision. He can feel a headache coming on, and the sound of two voices chattering away a few feet to his left don't help any. "He's not- he's not ready to be discharged ye-T…" huh the voice sounds familiar… Too bad his vision is completely wrecked right now so when he tries to get a good look at who is defending him- all he sees is a blurry silhouette.
The other voice lets out a deep exhale, they are clearly frustrated. "We can't keep him here- you're lucky we even let through the front doors."
"Shut it!" Toji can feel the blanket atop of him begin to loose it's weight and start to hover acutely above his resting body. Oh- is that him? He hasn't spoken to him since… Before megumi was born. What is he doing here? Wait where IS he exactly… and why does he not really remember the last time he ate or what he was doing last week? Man his headache is starting to get worse. "I know that! Now I don't know what strings I have to pull or- who I have to-"
Toij lets out a groan and rubs his head trying to ease the oncoming migraine. He can feel something snag on his right index finger. Is that a…he can't remember what it's called and why is there a needle poking into his arm? He goes to tug at it and doesn't budge when a sharp pain shoots through his arm. He thinks this may be an IV of some sort. Oh he's in a hospital. How did he end up in a hospital? His vision is still hazy but through the blurry images his eyes project for him he can see the outline of his childhood friends face peering down at him. "Holy shit Toji -"
"See he's responsive to you. I'll have the doctor write up his discharge paperwork and fax it over to you by 8pm this evening." Someone tells him, Toji assumes it must be a hospital staff member. "The time you need to be here to pick him up will be included. Dont be late." The sound of curtains being drawn back catches his attention, his friend doesnt turn back to look at the staff member and instead keep his focus trained on him. Then the footsteps of the person leaving register to Toji.
Suddenly arms are being thrown around his neck and Toji feels soft warm tears litter his bare shoulder. An embarrassed blush blooms onto the spot where he cries on his shoulder and makes its way up his neck. Toji represses the instinctual urge he has to push him off his body. While his friend weeps into his skin a few ideas of what to say to him floats around his head. He's never been good at comforting himself and now he is struggling to find anything to aid his friend. "Who are you?"
Toji immediatley regrets saying that.
he can barley even recover from the emotional recoil his friend has after his bad joke.when he harshly pulls away from his hold on him, he can see all fives stages of greif flash on his face and Toji has to force himself to maintain eye contact- its the least he can do… "I'm joking." he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. He shuffles in his spot suddenly uncomfortable with the close proximity between them.
"pffft- youre a fucking idiot…"they break eye contact with each other when he whipes away his tears. "Its been awhile, I didn't think you'd actually ever wake up."
Okay what?
"Huh? what you mean by that?" toji brings his hand down from his neck and stares down at his lap covered by hospital blankets. He's thourougly confused at what he is implying. He can hardly even rember what couldve happened to him that landed him in the hospital to begin with. And if toji is correctly understaing what his friend is implying… he wasn't supposed to survive the scenario that ended him up here.
The hosptial bed mattress bounces when the other man stands up. he begins to pace the room back and forth in front of the bed. Toji frowns at his restlessness,it's something he's always found annoying about him. He can remember the other kids teasing him for it, and even though that got on tojis nerves more he would hit himself for agreeing with them that it was- infact annoying and easy to make fun of. Still despite his irritation at the mans anxious habit Toji doesn't comment on it- because he knows it will bring his mood down and if that happens he wont be able to get any info on why he's been hospitalized. "…To be honest… I'm not too sure either." Just great, he has no clue. Thst irritates toji. "When I found you. You were in pretty bad shape- multiple chunks of your skin had been blown off by something with a high cursed energy output. At first I thought you had bled to death- but when I checked your pulse… you had a very faint heart beat." Toji watches as he explains what he does know to him. He also takes notice at how with every new piece of information about his own physical state, his friend gets more tense by the minute. "I don't know what happened to you…I really dont- but I swear to god…" he can see tears shimmer on his friends face- the droplets catch in the sunlight. "If this happened because of one of those 'sorcerer killer jobs' I'll kill you." When the other man turns to face toji he has to look away in shame and sheer discomfort because toji never thought anyone could shed so many tears over his well-being.
but what if they hugged?? What if they touched foreheads??? What if they cried together????? What if they laughed together???? What if they loved each other SO DAMN MUCH??????
