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[wynnefic]

The idea of goyuu with Yuuji as part of Suguru’s cult tickles me.

I like to imagine this as part of an AU where Wasuke dies earlier than in canon and a younger Yuuji gets placed with Kaorijaku. Surely the kid’s mom will help him through his grief! (Wasuke is rolling in his urn.) Kenjaku now regrets not changing bodies and very quickly gets tired of having to go “not now, darling, Mommy is doing soul experimentation in the next room.” Also Yuuji is a terrible Frankenstein’s assistant, keeps yelling about the bodies. Children these days, honestly.

And so Kenjaku stuffs a Sukuna finger into Yuuji’s sandwich and sends him off to the House of the Children of the Star with a note for Geto about how Yuuji can be used in Geto’s plans one day. Geto has some conflicting feelings about this monkey turned vessel for the king of curses that his creepy frenemy is sending his way, but ends up taking Yuuji in. Who knows, maybe having another kid around will be good for the girls.

Alas, the kids don’t get along. Everyone’s traumatized, no one’s had any therapy except for cult-style confessionals. The situation is not helped by Kenjaku dropping by every few months with a finger for Yuuji to eat. Set menu, no going to your room without finishing your plate.

The girls can’t accept that non-sorcerers can be good, while Yuuji has enough memories of happy times with his grandfather and at school to know that all this about monkeys is crap. The arguments are ear-splitting, but over time they learn to get along as long as it’s not on certain subjects. Being around Yuuji still ends up softening their opinions, with Yuuji happily claiming the monkey insult because there’s nothing wrong with being one, and the girls benefiting from having a brother to chat with when they’re not arguing.

When Geto dies during the JJK0 plot and returns as Kenjaku, Yuuji and the girls are familiar enough with the forehead stitches to know what happened. After a hopeless fight where they get their asses kicked by Kenjaku, the three of them flee to Jujutsu High, hoping to become stronger as jujutsu sorcerers in order to take down Kenjaku.

And so you have Yuuji, Mimiko, and Nanako arriving to the place Geto scorned but also referred to as some of the best years of his life. They meet Gojo, finally learning more about the man Geto referred to as his former best friend without ever providing enough detail, as well as the current first year class and Gojo’s ward. Megumi’s around on campus a lot, training and preparing for his future as a jujutsu sorcerer, and he’s a lot less volatile than the current first years, who’ve met Geto and are unimpressed with the quest to save his body.

Good thing Gojo’s on board! Not only does he stave off Yuuji’s execution when the vessel thing gets out, but he joins the kids on their red string corkboard nights of connecting Kenjaku’s various plans to try to track their location.

Yuuji gets mailed Kaori’s urn and he has some big feelings about it, sparring them out with Gojo. He’s a little darker than he is in canon, having seen a lot already, but he has a good heart and a strong sense of purpose. He’s happy to share memories of the good times at the cult with Gojo, reminiscing on the meals and the jokes, the times Geto would play video games with them. Sometimes the girls join in too. The affection between Gojo and Yuuji starts off because of the fond and complicated feelings they have about Geto, but it doesn't end there.

Kenjaku goes to ground, but now that Gojo is determined to find them, it’s not too long before they’re located. By now, Yuuji and the rest have started their first year, and their mission ends up as bait for Kenjaku to resurface. Success!

After Kenjaku is taken care of, they're able to have a proper funeral for Geto and grieve properly. Meanwhile, the girls inherit the cult and start in on some reforms, having been worn down by everyone's insufferable morality. Yuuji convinces Mimiko and Nanako to stay with him at Jujutsu High despite them teasing him mercilessly about his crush on their teacher, but also they don't have anywhere to go, and also they want to make sure that this teacher treats their brother well.

"We're not getting together!" Yuuji tells them, but Mimiko and Nanako are very familiar with what it feels like to be drawn into Yuuji's orbit, albeit in a sibling fashion. They're already planning the wedding. It'll be great.

It takes a few years, but Mimiko and Nanako do get to walk Yuuji down the aisle, even if they don't manage to get him in a dress. Gojo's exactly as smitten as they thought he would be.

[wynnefic]

the time travel mpreg nonsense

just for fun, a preview of my newest project!

One summer day, a four-eyed, pregnant young man pops out of thin air and into Satoru’s bed. Satoru ends up keeping him.

Gojo Satoru didn't suffer from anything as banal as exhaustion. A short flight from a mission in Taiwan, the thrum of the engines and the air circling through the cabin, a selection of treats on offer that didn't tempt him nearly as much as the relief of stepping out of the plane. Almost four hours of developing a headache, smoothing the headache out of existence, then developing it again. He'd never been a good flier, bored and admittedly overstimulated. The car was already on the tarmac when he exited the plane, a manager behind the wheel whose face Satoru recognized but whose name he refused to remember because this was the guy Ijichi sent when he was avoiding Satoru, then the inevitable return to his secondary residence at Jujutsu High.

A long time ago, in the months after Suguru's defection, Satoru tested how long he could go without sleep. It turned out that even after two weeks he could keep his eyes open even as his brain felt like it might ooze out of his ears. Comparatively, four days of nonstop travel to every mildly strong curse in Taiwan while the top local sorcerers packed into a minivan asked him entirely too many questions about his techniques was nothing. Just left him irritated.

It wasn't the best mood to see neither his wards nor his students in. They'd survive the rest of the day, the afternoon already quickly falling to evening. Satoru sent off a brief text message warning Kinji and Kirara of a very important pop quiz the following morning, then dallied about with the fridge, suddenly ravenous after the flight. The strongest sorcerer alive wouldn't be bothered by some food poisoning, but the brief impulse to vomit didn't sound pleasant. He tipped the days-old leftovers into the trash. Microwave curry it was.

He ambled over toward his bedroom as he ate, mixing the overly hot parts with the overly cold parts. There was a noticeable situation developing over there, cursed energy running wild in anticipation, but nothing a human eye could detect. Even Six Eyes had trouble pinpointing the exact cause, only that it wouldn't be subtle, whatever it was. He slipped off his blindfold, curiosity getting to him, and wrapped the blindfold around his wrist.

Satoru stabbed a potato with his fork as he watched the cursed energy swell, stirring it through the curry before popping it in his mouth. He got another few bites in before the eruption finally occurred, a violent gust of energy that took the curtains down and stalled when it met Satoru's immovable force, twisting before folding into the shape of a man.

Right past Tengen's barrier and everything. Interesting, that. A curse user, not a curse, judging by the thundering aura.

No strange cursed energy event could have kept Satoru from his meal, so he took another bite.

The man who landed on his bed didn't give the impression of planning to attack him. He recovered quickly from whatever cursed technique brought him here, all four of his eyes snapping open. Warm brown, a nice shade but unnerving when doubled, a smaller, extra eye just to the side of each of the expected ones.

Those eyes widened as they took stock of Satoru, his head swiveling to take in Gojo Satoru, the room, and the bed.

"Oh, fuck," the curse user said all in a rush, scrambling out of the bed. He landed next to it, his hands not angling towards fists, his feet steady but not in a fighting position. "I'm wearing shoes. In your bed! Sorry, sorry."

"Someone will handle it," Satoru replied, waving his fork. This place was on the school's cleaning schedule, Satoru mainly around when returning from missions or in need of a place to lose his students for an hour between classes. "So, whatcha doing in my bed?"

The little hangdog expression suited the man. Alongside the short pink hair with a darker undercut that had been left to grow overlong, he didn't look too threatening to human eyes except for the facial scars. Late teens or early twenties, a muscular build hidden by loose pants and a hooded sweatshirt.

Harmless if not for the Six Eyes, which locked in on the mass of cursed energy sitting at the center of his abdomen. That wasn't a beer belly the man had, but something much, much worse.

"I didn't mean to, I promise," said the curse user. "I didn't, um, know exactly what the cursed technique would do. It wasn't supposed to land me here!"

"I don't suppose you did," Satoru agreed. The guy looked panicked enough. "Is this the part where you attack me about it?"

The curse user shuffled his feet. "I was actually hoping you could just let me go."

"Wow, brazen. That pleading look is doing nothing for me." That was a lie. It was pretty cute, curse user or not. He pointed his fork in the guy's direction. "Did you have some kind of evil plan that went awry?"

"Not a one! I didn't have a plan at all, actually," the curse user replied. He sounded too upbeat about it. "I was kind of making it up as I went along. Do you think that stain's going to come out? My shoes were muddy."

"Forget about it," Satoru instructed.

"Okay!"

"What's your name?"

"Itadori Yuuji."

“Do you know who I am, Itadori?”

“Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer!” Itadori didn’t spit it out like a proper curse user, but like an overeager student. To a teacher, this was unfortunately charming behavior.

"Where are you from?"

"Sendai."

"Hm." He didn't seem to be lying, Satoru decided, and he'd not heard any reports of suspicious activity from Sendai. Still, his cursed energy… The mass in the curse user’s chest pulsed like a heartbeat. It was horrendous, fused with its host in a way that had Satoru reflexively checking himself for creepy crawlies. Satoru couldn’t look away. “Are you aware you have a parasite?”

“It’s not a parasite,” Itadori replied, breezily. “I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations.” Bland was the best Satoru could do with his tone. “A birth and a funeral on the same day. Cursed wombs aren't supposed to be literal, you know.”

Itadori patted his distended stomach; the cursed womb gave a malignant flutter of energy in return. "He'd never do anything to harm me. I know how it looks, but I chose this."

Satoru couldn't say too much about some people's choices, considering many of his own, but he gave the cursed womb a judgmental look anyway, dragging his gaze up to meet Itadori's resolute expression.

With a sigh, Satoru set the remains of his curry on top of his dresser. “Follow me. I’ll escort you off Jujutsu High property."

Itadori sent him a pleased, startled look. "Really?"

"I just know that if I took you to the council, I’d be the one having to deal with you, and I’m all out of fucks this week. I'm not dealing with all that." He made a motion that encapsulated Itadori, mostly centered around his stomach.

Satoru was no stranger to killing, but Itadori hadn't attacked him. All he'd done was drop into his bed and that wasn't a capital crime, shoes or not.

Itadori's voice gained a touch of sympathy. "Has it been a rough week?"

"Long."

Satoru escorted Itadori down the hallway, noting Itadori's curious looks through open doors. Curious, but not deeply so, still no sign of malice despite the noxious cursed energy inside him. He spoke of the trip in broad strokes and didn't feel as though he was being pumped for information. It made the choice to let Itadori go easier.

Itadori didn't try to run, only walking next to Satoru through the grounds of Jujutsu High.

"I've never been to Taiwan," Itadori was saying. "Never been out of the country, actually."

"You should go before the cursed womb eats you alive," Satoru said, helpfully. "Visit Busan. Make it their problem."

"I'll be fine, really," Itadori said. It wasn't as assuring as he likely meant it to be.

"You're very trusting. I could be taking you straight to the containment chamber."

"Nah, we would've gone the other way for that. There's the steps down the mountain right there!"

"So they are. Have you been here before?"

Itadori looked over to him before looking away, back toward the stairs down from the school. "Yeah."

Unusual, that, but not in a way that gave Satoru more understanding. The jujutsu world was too small for Itadori to have attended the school; even without overlap with Satoru's schooling or teaching years, he would have known him. Rarely did someone unaffiliated with jujutsu society visit the school. And with the weight of Itadori's cursed energy, the malevolent cloud of it, you didn't need Six Eyes to bar him entry.

Since Itadori didn't seem to be continuing on the subject, Satoru prodded him some more as they made their way down the stairs. "So what's your deal?"

"Uh. It’s a secret." A flush poked out from under Itadori's sweatshirt. He had to know how ridiculous that answer sounded.

"Is it."

"Big secret. What’s your deal?"

Satoru tapped his blindfold. "Six Eyes. Limitless. Strongest sorcerer alive. It's a good deal." Nothing to complain about except for all the times he did.

Itadori nodded. "I always thought that the Six Eyes was misnamed. I mean, it's not like you have six actual eyes." A pause. "Right?"

"I have four more eyes on my chest."

"You do not."

"Sure I do." As they walked, Satoru tapped his nipples and then twice more toward the center of his abdomen. "Right here. They're usually covered by clothes."

"It would serve you right if I spread that rumor, Gojo-s—" A stutter, then, "Satoru."

"Tell your curse user buddies all about it."

"I will, first one I meet," Itadori replied, laughing. "I'll tell them: I met Gojo Satoru and he was really cool and he didn't try to kill me and he personally told me about his nipple-eyes. Are they the same color as your regular eyes?"

"They match my hair."

"Freaky. Do you have to close them when you shower or do they have a third eyelid?"

A ridiculous conversation, but one that lifted Satoru out of his previous flight-induced irritation. "Third eyelid. I keep them open. The moisture keeps them from getting too dry. What about you?"

"I close them when I shower along with my regular eyes. But when I go swimming, I can keep all four open! I taught myself how so that I wouldn't have to worry about carrying goggles around."

"I bet you're properly creepy when underwater." Satoru hummed. "Are they natural?"

"They're mine," Itadori replied, which didn't clarify the question. "Hey, what's Taiwan like?"

Satoru considered ditching him for that blatant change of subject, now that they were past Tengen's barrier and proceeding along the path down the mountain. It was either that or regale Itadori with his gastronomical adventures up and down Taiwan. The choice was made for him when the words spilled out, the Taiwanese sponge cake too good to not speak of. Itadori couldn't display a fault even then, actively listening and even asking if Satoru had any vacation pictures. What kind of person actually wanted to see a stranger's vacation pictures? Itadori, apparently.

Satoru held out his hand. “I’ll warp you the rest of the way, save you a walk in the heat.”

Itadori didn’t hesitate to place his hand on his. What were they teaching curse users these days? Honestly. Satoru warped them both, relinquishing Itadori’s hand once they arrived.

Up ahead was a small train station, the rail connecting with a larger transit hub a few towns over. From there, Itadori would be able to switch trains and return to Sendai. Convenient for jujutsu sorcerers who didn't have teleportation powers and weren't high ranked enough for a manager's attention, the poor bastards.

"Thank you for seeing me off, Gojo!" Itadori's second pair of eyes deliberately closed as they approached the station, now looking smaller, like strange flaps of skin. Someone who hadn't seen them could mistake them for scars or a skin condition unsolved by moisturizer.

“Thank me by stabbing that cursed womb before it gets anyone killed.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but it’s a lot more innocent than it seems. It’s not like the rest of them.” Itadori’s expression begged for understanding that wouldn’t come. “You don’t have to worry about me. I promise.”

“I’m not worried about you. I’d rather it not take out half of Sendai before someone alerts me.” Satoru sighed, taking one last look at that stomach. By and large Satoru let people make their own mistakes. Even when they were being incredibly stupid. "You didn’t have your wallet on you when you did the technique, did you?"

"Uh, no."

"How did you plan to get home?"

Itadori ran a sheepish hand through his hair. "I thought I’d ask everyone at the station until someone took pity on me."

Satoru slipped a card out of his pocket and threw it his way; Itadori caught it easily. It was the least he could do after showing Itadori several dozen dessert photos, captured specifically to annoy his wards. "Don’t be a pest. I have money."

Itadori's answering smile was bright, fully at war with the darkness of his cursed energy. It was a mildly unnerving sight. The pink hair didn't help, all fluffy and inviting. "I'll be right back with it."

While Itadori turned around to buy a ticket, Satoru warped away from the train station. He deliberately shoved away all thought of that pink hair. It was something, knowing that this misguided sympathy wouldn't mean anything in the long run. Soon, the cursed womb would birth and take Itadori's life with it, feasting on his entrails, dragging his body along until the umbilical cord tore. It would go on to attack people in Sendai. Should've just taken care of it, Satoru thought, but the thought was hard to reconcile against Itadori's genial attitude. At the level to which the cursed womb was fused with Itadori, it would be his life, too. A handful more days or weeks of life wouldn't make much of a difference. Even the strongest couldn’t fix all the world’s problems before they grew. Let someone else deal with it; someone else to see that pink hair red with blood.

A few taps on his phone would cancel the card. Instead of doing so, Satoru spied Shoko's cursed energy on campus, and he decided to be a pest himself.

[elysiasong]

Favorite Reads in March 2026

Goblin Heart by Fae Loxley 💘 Cinderella retelling but Cinderella is a side character and the stepbrother is the main character 💘 Diabolical villains without chance of redemption 💘 Physically stealing back someone's heart and regaining autonomy 💘 Found family 💘 #ownvoices trans male character by a trans author

Temporary Partner by Nicky James 🕵️‍♂️ First book in a mystery series with an ongoing romance between a homicide detective and a missing person unit detective 🕵️‍♂️ Intriguing mystery investigating a missing baby and uncovering family drama 🕵️‍♂️ Rivals to friends to lovers 🕵️‍♂️ Side characters that develop progressively through the series

I can't believe I didn't like Temporary Partner the first time I read it years ago. The second time around, I absolutely adored Aslan and Quaid. I devoured all the books in this series, as well as the spin off series in a matter of days, leaving me with a terrible book hangover. It just shows that sometimes, you find the right book at the wrong time.

[wynnefic]

goyuu thought of the day is that they would be so funny in an isekai situation a la bingqiu. Yuuji is a perfectly normal guy who has a Gojo Satoru anime body pillow and watches a compilation of the best Gojo scenes at the gym (rewinds the panting scene on a loop) while his gym buddy asks if they can pretty please just put on something else this time. he gets isekaied while trying to help someone and lands in the body of Itadori Sukuna, who is Gojo Satoru's least favorite student (won most likely to take over the world one day at the goodwill event awards ceremony). now he has to convince his teacher that no, this personality change is totally normal and not another evil plan, I promise! alongside frantically trying to cram Sukuna's various evil plots back into the closet while Kenjaku is hitting him up for the ETA on the prison realm plot

Satoru meanwhile is confused and amused, but he's been very strict about not developing feelings for any more villains after all that previous unpleasantness and he's pretty sure Sukuna's tried to kill him like three times already, so he's trying hard not to appreciate his student's change of focus from his throat to his ass

Nobara and Megumi clock the isekai immediately but they're so relieved that their classmate is no longer evil that they just get the truth out of Yuuji only to make sure that there's no possibility of Sukuna coming back

Yuuji is having trouble sleeping without his body pillow, but the great thing about this new world is that Gojo Satoru is real! surely he can get his pillow back in human form. all he has to do is figure out how to seduce him, throw Kenjaku in the prison realm that's burning a hole in his pocket, and figure out how to discreetly record his teacher so that he can get his gym compilation video back. it's really boring to do push-ups without watching Gojo take down villains

[wynnefic]

just discovered your jjk works and it’s so much fun you’re amazing! now how interested are you in goyuuge btw? 👀

Aw thank you! I’m intrigued by goyuuge 👀 they’d probably have a very fun dynamic! And the parallels between Yuuji and Suguru have me climbing up walls. I think they’re so neat!

[wynnefic]

For prompts, StSg with this quote, dealer’s choice on who is who LOL. “What’s the height of stupidity?” “I don’t fucking know, how tall are you again?”

Slightly adjusted, hope you enjoy 😄

There is a certain balancing act to visiting the House of the Children of the Star. Arrive too often and you are turned away, arrive during ceremonies and you are turned away with prejudice, teleport in and it won't end in anything but a fight. Weekday evenings are a solid enough bet. Satoru wouldn't put money on it, but on average it works out better than weekends.

"Your hair looks particularly shiny today, Manami," Satoru says when the door opens. He takes a step before she can close it again. "Is it a new conditioner?"

It is, he's seen the hair care subscription on her credit card statements. Should she really be using the cult's business card for personal expenses? Ah, not his business.

"Follow me, please," she only says.

Satoru could take this path in his sleep. Passes the double doors to the congregation room, two meeting rooms, the IT closet where Miguel is fiddling with some wires. Satoru waves without turning his head. In the break room, Mimiko and Nanako are playing badminton. Their glares are adorable. Satoru throws a pack of chocolates to the nearest one, ignoring Manami's grumble. He's tried hating them for their role in Suguru's defection, but they're just too cute. The chocolates aren't thrown back at him, which means that the poor kids aren't being plied with sugar enough here. He hopes Suguru isn't becoming a health nut. There's only so much that Satoru can take.

Past the courtyard, past the small gate, past the front door of the small house on the cult's grounds in which Suguru resides. Satoru pats himself on the back. His timing is perfect. Suguru is eating dinner.

"Suguru! You haven't been responding to my texts," Satoru says, settling in across from him at the table. Behind him, Manami vanishes somewhere, already forgotten.

Suguru sets his rice down on the table. "I changed my number."

"I've been texting the new one."

"Have you?" Suguru hums.

Is there a newer one? Satoru must be getting lax in his stalking. "I saw Larue on the way in. Have you replaced me with a newer model? I could wear heart-shaped nipple pasties for you."

"I'd prefer you didn't. It looks bad enough on him." Suguru leaves for a moment, then returns with a second bowl and chopsticks that he passes to Satoru. "And how have you been spending your time?"

"I have a fascinating new student," Satoru says as way of peacekeeping.

It's always easier to get Suguru to let him stay when Suguru thinks he's getting information out of him. Satoru starts with the important business, such as Yuuta's taste in ice cream, before continuing on to his high hopes for this year's students. It's nothing confidential. Just as Satoru has spies in the cult, so does Suguru in jujutsu society. Satoru's got two of the council members pinged as cultists. He likes to blackmail them about it occasionally just to keep them on their toes.

Suguru in turn tells him about Mimiko and Nanako. He keeps the cult shit to a minimum, only three tangents about monkeys that Satoru tunes out with the ease of long experience.

Satoru kisses him before he can get too caught up in it, pulling Suguru in from across the table. Suguru allows it. Nice. He tastes like his terrible tea, which is less pleasant, but it's not long before Satoru kisses the taste out of his mouth, until it's just them.

It's always nice when it's just them.

Later, when night has fallen and so have Suguru's usual reservations, and they're in bed together, Satoru thinks as he frequently does: I could kidnap you. Spirit you away to a Gojo clan property. Set up a barrier. He doesn't fool himself into thinking that he'd be able to keep Suguru, not forever, but a few days together would be nice. Suguru is a beast in bed when he's angry. And he usually is, beneath that fake smile.

"What would you say is the height of stupidity?" Satoru asks idly. His bedmate isn't asleep yet. They're in that nebulous stage between first and second rounds, when Suguru's pretending they won't go again.

"Hundred nighty centimeters," Suguru replies. "And a half."

"Wrong."

"Are you including your hair in your height these days?" Suguru tugs lightly at Satoru's hair for emphasis. "You haven't grown taller in five years."

"Have you been secretly measuring me?"

"Against myself, perhaps."

"Feeling me up in my sleep with a tape measure?"

"I don't know where you get these ideas from."

I would do it to you, Satoru thinks, absurdly. If the dimensions of your neck and skull would help me understand your twisty little brain, I would do it.

There was a period three or four years ago when Satoru gave marriage the old college try. Everything else had failed. It's not like he had anything to lose. He measured Suguru's ring finger with a spare piece of ribbon while Suguru slept. Satoru knew even as he did it that it wouldn't work, but it was a lark, dragging Shoko to a jewelry store and getting her opinion on them all. The salesman thought at first that the ring was for her. Satoru happily spent the next twenty minutes disabusing him of that notion with a highly redacted version of his and Suguru's grand love affair. In his tale, they were high school sweethearts who were cruelly torn apart by scheming parents, and now they worked at their parents' rival laundromats and met only under the full moon light. He and Shoko went out for drinks afterwards.

"Are we putting this down under masochism or sadism?" Shoko said at the time.

Gojo sipped at his cocktail. "Half and half. It'll be funny. Are you sure you don't want to be there for the proposal?"

"You couldn't pay me." Before Satoru could argue, and he would argue his point well, she added, "You really couldn't. I get secondhand embarrassment."

"You get secondhand amusement."

"Not about this," Shoko said. "Is this really how it's going to be the rest of our lives?"

"You know I don't believe in long-term plans. Aside from the big one." One stops believing in plans when one's best friend defects from society in the most public of ways. Very tragic stuff. "I'll invite you to the wedding."

Anyway, there wasn't a wedding, is the point. Who has the time for weddings these days? All that wedding planning, choosing flowers and tablecloths and getting overly sentimental in your vows and whatever the hell people do. And there's the fact that Suguru threw the back ring at him and they yelled at each other about how they're both so misunderstood and wah-wah and it was likely picked up off the ground the next day by some cult member. Maybe it was pawned or maybe it was reused for someone else's proposal. Satoru would have enjoyed dramatically throwing it into the sea, but if some cultists must find happiness on the back of his misfortune, then he'll begrudgingly allow it. Probably bad form to stalk every cult member until they cough it up. Suguru gets all overdramatic when Satoru makes his stalking too overt, as though he doesn't do the same in turn. He should have stuck a tracker inside the ring. Suguru's hair might have stood up in anger, all sexy-like.

Here and now, Suguru asks, "Are you reconsidering our arrangement?"

"What are you talking about?"

Suguru's voice is too even. "You visit less these days. I understand the position that you're in. You have a range of conflicting responsibilities. The teaching duties that you're so fond of already put a strain on your exorcisms. It wouldn't be unreasonable for things to come to an end."

Satoru rolls over onto his side to face him. Suguru doesn't do the same, continuing to stare up at the ceiling. That's fine; Satoru sees it all. "You turn me away half the times I visit. You can't expect me to knock every day like I did when we were seventeen. I don't have the stamina. Take pity."

"I don't want you to come every day," Suguru says in turn.

Satoru can't help it, the fondness. He reaches for Suguru, runs a hand along his arm, tugs at Suguru's fingers. Lingers only the briefest moment on his bare ring finger. I can't have you distracting me from the cause, Suguru once told him, closing the door on his face, and Satoru sees it as the highest of compliments. Only Satoru is a distraction for the fearsome curse user Getou Suguru. Likely, Suguru would allow his visits more frequently if Satoru didn't argue with him each time, but that's a lost cause. Only the bed is a neutral zone.

"You don't want me on a schedule," Satoru says. "I've tried to optimize for the best chance I have of being allowed in, after a long stretch of trial and error mind you. I'll adjust it if you tell me how to make you happy."

Suguru stays quiet. Satoru wasn't expecting an answer anyway. He stretches an arm around his chest, kisses his shoulder, then his nape. Give it another few years and they'll have been doing this for more than half their lives. It's a miracle, one he doesn't take for granted, not with how much Suguru makes him work for it. It's what he gets for falling in love with someone who's at all times only a hop and a skip away from throwing the rest of his sanity out with the bathwater. At least Suguru makes it fun.

"I'll come more often," Satoru says. Maybe he'll try experimenting with different days of the week again. Maybe Wednesdays are the key.

It won't make Suguru happy. Underneath all that anger and megalomania, there's not much that can, really. He assumes Suguru knows this. Or maybe he's too in denial for it. Or maybe Suguru's found the path to happiness and he walks it when Satoru isn't watching him. Unlikely, that one.

"The cause is more important than personal happiness," Suguru says eventually, his fingers carding through Satoru's hair.

Satoru pouts even if Suguru won't appreciate his cute expression, still not looking at him properly. "No cult talk in bed. We agreed to this. It's either cult talk or blowjobs, you only get one."

"You don't enforce it. I assume you're similarly lax with your students. All sweets and no discipline."

"Maybe I want them to join my cult. We could have rival cults. We'll set up our headquarters across the street from yours like a rival fast food chain." Actually, now there's an idea…

"You're impossible."

"Limitless. Impossible. Same difference." Ah, Suguru might kick him out of bed for this, but, "It's not too late to—"

A hand closes over his mouth. It doesn't leave, not even when Satoru nips at his skin. At least Suguru's looking at him now.

Come on, run away with me, Satoru thinks, and he's seventeen again. In some ways he'll always be seventeen. Youthful spirit. Perfect looks. Banging on the cult's door because teleporting in without invitation means that Suguru won't see him. Ditch this place. Ditch the whole society. What do our ambitions amount to at the end of the day? It's all a bunch of nonsense.

"You're always like this," Suguru starts.

Satoru lifts Suguru's hand from his mouth only long enough to reply, "You could wear me out some more."

Suguru doesn't answer immediately. When he does, there's something tired in his tone. He takes his hand away, but not his gaze. "Don't you get tired of this?"

"No."

"No?"

Satoru sighs, all put-upon. "I don't know what you want me to say. No, I don't get tired of you. I never have. I'll be back again sooner next time. I've let you get too complacent. It's my fault, darling. You've been feeling underappreciated."

Ah, there's that expression. He's thinking about smothering me with a pillow, Satoru thinks, delighted. Sometimes Suguru even acts on the impulse. It's very cute, very high school.

Worse than being smothered: Suguru moves over onto his side, facing away from Satoru. It's too far. Immediately pressing up against his back, Satoru settles his chin on Suguru's shoulder and watches him reach for something in the top drawer of his bedside table.

It's a ring. Ah, maybe kidnapping is still on the table. A romantic kidnapping. "You kept it."

"Of course I kept it."

Is this an of course type situation? Maybe it is. Maybe he's supposed to have known Suguru likes useless knickknacks. "I love you. Beyond reason."

"I know."

"Don't Han Solo me. He's not as cool as me. He doesn't even have a cursed technique."

Suguru turns the ring over a few times before slipping it on. "There is very little in this world that is beautiful. You have always been the shining exception. I love you, Satoru."

But not beyond reason, Satoru thinks. It's alright. Well, not quite, but the lightness in his chest when he sees the ring on Suguru's finger is enough. Satoru kisses him about it, from his lips down to that ring that he thought he'd never see Suguru wear. It's a perfect fit.

When Satoru next sees him, Suguru is still wearing it.

"I won't do a ceremony," Suguru warns.

"That's fine. I'll have one without you. I'll send you pictures."

"I'll change my number again," his lover grumbles, but he kisses him, too.

Satoru doesn't get himself a ring. He goes back to the shop, tries on a dozen, buys a necklace to tease Utahime with. All of the rings fit wrong, he tells Shoko, trying to make her choose for him until he gets them both kicked out of the jeweler's. It's a good thing one arrives in the mail for him.

[wynnefic]

Taking JJK ficlet prompts if you'd like to drop one in my inbox!

[wynnefic]

The Red Winter

A devastating love story. A bewitching twist on history…

May book club pick over on Discord! It's gay, it's gory, it's tragic, it's witchy, it's a retelling of the Beast of Gévaudan. Yes, as introduced to us all by the distinguished mythology references of Teen Wolf. We're also wrapping up our group watch of JJK and starting Chainsaw Man next week if you're into anime watch parties.

[wynnefic]

JJK Recs

Abandoning all my prior good sense, I have gotten obsessed with Jujutsu Kaisen. If anyone has fanfic recs, please drop them my way! My favorite recent reads have been:

With the Storm by PencilofAwesomeness, in which Sukuna is reincarnated as Yuuji's brother

Carry Me Home by valleykey, in which Geto and Gojo take a brief trip through time

isolation neophyte, too afraid to taste your conscience by voxofthevoid, in which a de-aged Gojo is a menace

Ouroboros by Christmas_sacrifice, in which Yuuji is Sukuna's reincarnation

limited vision by orphan_account, in which a time traveling Yuuji immediately charms everyone

i might be domesticated, but deep down inside i'm an animal, baby by tenderblender, in which alpha Yuuji enters a rut

Playback by aldritch, in which an SI-OC is cast as Naoya

[wynnefic]

A few friends and I run a casual book club over on Discord. If you’d like to join us, you’re more than welcome to!

For April 2026, we’re reading Apparently, Sir Cameron Needs to Die by Greer Stothers (on Tumblr as pangur-and-grim). It’s an humorous queer fantasy novel in which a knight is trying to defy his fate, as many knights tend to do, and seduce a wizard, which many more knights should do.

We share quotes/reactions as we read and connect on the last Sunday of the month (4/26) to share our thoughts on the book. Our previous books this year have been The Everlasting, Long Live Evil, and The Amulet of Samarkand.

[wynnefic]

WIP Word Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mihorina! Tagging anyone who wants to do the thing with the word home.

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"At least you know what you're getting into," Sirius says, and stops there.

Harry runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

"I can only be happy I never married when my mother was alive. She would have taken it poorly, suffice to say. Did I ever tell you she poisoned a Hogwarts girlfriend of mine?"

Harry chokes. "What?"

"A son of the house of Black deigning to elevate a muggleborn? Inconceivable, let alone that our fling only lasted a month. I learned to keep things subtler afterward. Reggie, too, even if he kept to Slytherins."

"Is that something you've been thinking of? Marriage?"

It's too dark to read the expression that crosses Sirius's face. The light of the moon isn't nearly enough. "No," Sirius says first, then, "Maybe. Nothing stopping me anymore, is there?"

"You've even managed to destroy your mum's portrait."

"I have some suspicion that she fled to another portrait, but I haven't seen her since," Sirius muses. "Good enough for now. Anyway, it's nothing yet. No wedding bells. I'm just thinking about it."

There's a knot in Harry's chest when he thinks about marriage. It makes sense that he feels it now, with the idea of Sirius marrying. Bit embarrassing to have commitment issues as big as he does, but Harry's in good company, with most of his teammates not yet married.

[swoon-june]

The prompt list is HERE! Two prompts for each day! You can use both or just one for each of the days.

Below are the alternate prompts, which can be used in place of any of the daily prompts:

Additional info, including a link to the Ao3 Collection and a text-based version of the prompt list, are below the read more. Happy writing!

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As a reminder, the rules are posted here! They're also on the Ao3 Collection. Participants are free to cross-post with as many other events as they'd like; if it suits the prompt, you're good to go!

The event hashtag is:

#Swoon June 2026

Prompt List:

First love ♥ Love at first sight

Rainy Day ♥ Bath or shower

Traditions ♥ Nostalgia

Cooking together ♥ Picnic

Love Letters ♥ Soulmates

Beach Date ♥ Stargazing

Meet-Cute ♥ Meet-Ugly

Rainy Day ♥ Dancing

First Anniversary ♥ Pregnancy

Pets ♥ Car Trip

Denial ♥ Sickfic

Fairytale ♥ Flowers

Proposal ♥ Parents

Only One Bed ♥ Crush

Sharing Clothes ♥ Party

Box of Chocolates ♥ confessions

Lightning ♥ Caretaking

Sleeping ♥ Happily Ever After

Date Night ♥ Unneeded Jealousy

Heart ♥ Candy

Holding Hands ♥ Huddling For Warmth

Cheek Kiss ♥ Second Love

Sunshine ♥ Movies

PDA ♥ Cozy

Jewelry ♥ Friendship

Red ♥ Forehead Kiss

Breakfast In Bed ♥ Kiss On The Hand

First Kiss ♥ Swimming

Music ♥ Colors

Swoon ♥ Free Day

Alternate Prompts:

1. “No regrets.”

2. Growing Old Together

3. "It made me think of you"

4. Ice cream

5. Rarepair

6. Polyamory

7. Pink

8. Butterflies

[traveling-spartan]

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

[wynnefic]

for the ficlet prompt if you please. I would like an AU snippet of one of your favorite fantasy books you've read this year. Harry Potter fandom, any pairing you'd like. I'd love to start out the new year with new book recs and reading a ficlet inspired by one you recommend sounds like a fun way to start. My ao3 username is MCS94. No pressure! :)

Belatedly, hope you enjoy!!!

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This is a fusion with Paladin's Grace because ever since reading it, I have been in love with the concept of what happens to the paladins of a god who's died in a fantasy world. So fun!

Because I can't help myself, here's some more fantasy book recs too 😄

Long Live Evil: fantasy isekai villainness adventures. my favorite recent read, I am sooooo in love

The Magpie Lord: the ebook is free on Amazon/B&N, lords and witches and magpies oh my!

The Everlasting: a lady knight and her historian who is just deeply madly in love with her

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth: pov you're a trans guy in the Victorian era and also you have spooky powers

The Entanglement of Rival Wizards: rival magical academics to lovers. my masters program is not nearly this fun

The Raven Scholar: the best thing I've read in ages. a murder mystery in my fantasy? don't mind if I do

A Deadly Education: evil magic school I love you

The City of Brass: incredible historical fantasy

The Witness for the Dead: pov you are a sad gay elf solving mysteries

[wynnefic]

Hello! FandomChef on AO3, pretty please can I have a Naga Voldemort fic? Maybe he always was one, maybe he turned into one during the resurrection or after trying to kill Harry, I just think it would be fun to see him be a little more snakey and have fun with snake instincts, traits, etc.

Right over here! Hope you enjoy 😄

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[wynnefic]

The Amulet of Samarkand (Bartimaeus, #1)

Nathaniel is a boy magician-in-training, sold to the go…

New month, new book club choice! In March, we're reading book 1 of the Bartimaeus trilogy, The Amulet of Samarkand. It's a middle grade fantasy novel of revenge, theft, and mysterious djinni. We reconnect on the last Sunday of the month (3/29) via Discord to share our thoughts on the book. We also have an alternate theme of a book with non-human humanoid creatures for those who want to pop in with their own chosen book.