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Spider Silk by herbivorous_trash
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
25 May 2025
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It stood to reason that once Gojo returned, all of their problems would vanish. He would stroll out of the Prison Realm like he was late to a meeting, and every foul thing that wasn't decimated on sight would would slink back into the shadows forever.
But the man they pulled from that box wasn’t the same one who’d gone in, and the whole world knew it.
[ On hiatus until author stops being a silly little goose ]
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15 Mar 2026
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Title : Spider Silk
Author : herbivorous_trash- gojo out of prison realm in a cottage with shoko, ijichi, yuta, yuji... he is rly rlllyyyy v weak.. turns out prison realm is still inside him
- shoko proceeds with a painful exhausting ritual which plucks out the prison realm from himFav Snippets
-Because everything that had gone wrong, everything that had unraveled since Shibuya, had started with that damned box. The chaos, the deaths, the losses they were still trying to crawl out from under, it all traced back to the damned thing. And now, hearing that it not only hadn’t ended when Gojo stepped out of it, but that it had followed him here, made Yuuji’s feel sick.
Across the room, Yuuta’s arms crossed tighter over his chest, jaw clenched hard enough to flex the muscle in his cheek. He didn’t speak, but his stare was sharp, focused on the floor. It wasn’t shock on his face. It was anger. Quiet, cold, and personal.
Gojo said nothing.
And perhaps that was the worst part. There was no joke, no quip. Just silence. Like he already knew. Like some part of him had just been waiting for someone to confirm it.
“It's like your system still thinks you’re locked up,” Shoko continued on after a beat, "and now that the power’s back, it has nowhere to go. That’s why you can’t regulate your energy, why you’re bleeding power just trying to stay awake. You’re running full capacity with no output because it's fused into your soul like scar tissue and sealed everything off.”
Nearby, the hilt of Yuuta's katana creaked beneath the pressure of his fist.
“The only reason you’re not catatonic or worse is because you’re a freak of nature who never plays by normal rules," she concluded with a sharp exhale. "And hell if I know why that always works in your favor."
Yuuji's hands balled at his sides as he watched his sensei closely. The thought that the very thing designed to dethrone and imprison Gojo was now buried inside him, leeching off him like a parasite, made Yuuji’s stomach turn. After everything he’d survived, after finally getting out, the idea that he still wasn’t free felt cruel beyond reason. Yuuji couldn’t imagine what that must've felt like.- The idea that he might not be able to take this, that he might break before they ever reached the battlefield, settled cold and hard.
If Gojo fell tonight, Fushiguro was gone.
And that possibility was feeling more and more real the longer Yuuji looked at him.
“You know, Yuuji,” Gojo exhaled, long and quiet, like maybe he could feel Yuuji thinking it. “It might surprise you to learn that I’m not as noble as I come across.”
Yuuji cut him a sideways look, one brow arching up.
“Shocking, I know," he continued without missing a beat. "I mean, I'm not a total soulless monster... yet. We'll see how tonight goes, at any rate... I know I need to make up for what happened in Shibuya. But beyond that?" He shrugged. “I’ve never really seen myself as the kind of guy who lays it all down for the greater good just because it’s the right thing to do.”
His gaze drifted out toward the trees, distant.
“Megumi’s like that, though. He doesn’t even think about it. He just does it. Because that's who he is, the little idiot." He exhaled, smiling faintly. “I'll never be as selfless as he is. I don't give much of a shit about the world anymore," he admitted, though he didn't sound remorseful about it.
Then, something shifted.
"I’m doing this because it's Megumi," he said, his hands balling briefly into fists. "That's my little idiot being worn around like a puppet right now, and I'll do whatever it takes to get him back. Whatever it takes. No question."-“Hold him steady. Both of you."
Yuuji blinked, like maybe he’d misheard her.
Like maybe she hadn’t just told two people who weren’t suicidal to physically restrain Gojo Satoru. One didn’t just hold down the strongest sorcerer alive, no matter what state he was in. That was the kind of thing people died trying. -
A Poisoned Heart (Still Beats) by Hello_fandoms
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers
20 May 2026
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"Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing." Tony said, barely sparing Rhodey a glance after taking a swig of some dark liquid that didn't look like scotch or soda. Rhodey knew that was his cue to leave, Tony's version of a polite dismissal, but his feet were rooted to the floor. He couldn't take his eyes off the dark lines climbing up Tony's neck, lines they both knew weren't road rash. Road rash didn't look like it was trying to poison the brain. It didn't create the paleness of his skin, the sweat from his brow, and the tiredness of his eyes. It didn't cause him to collapse, too weak to hold himself up.
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In a universe where Rhodey didn't let the road rash excuse go, events pan out very differently.
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- Part 3 of What Ifs & Could Have Happened
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Title : A Poisoned Heart (Still Beats)
Author : Hello_fandoms- - read till ch26
"Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing." Tony said, barely sparing Rhodey a glance after taking a swig of some dark liquid that didn't look like scotch or soda. Rhodey knew that was his cue to leave, Tony's version of a polite dismissal, but his feet were rooted to the floor. He couldn't take his eyes off the dark lines climbing up Tony's neck, lines they both knew weren't road rash. Road rash didn't look like it was trying to poison the brain. It didn't create the paleness of his skin, the sweat from his brow, and the tiredness of his eyes. It didn't cause him to collapse, too weak to hold himself up.
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In a universe where Rhodey didn't let the road rash excuse go, events pan out very differently.
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when reality hits you like a brick (stem the bleeding and hope for the best) by Pure_Night_Fury
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
30 Jan 2024
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Never before had Yuuji feared Gojo.
But then again, never before had Gojo seemed so Godly.
In which Yuuji comes to learn the difference between the love for a student and the love for a son- Language:
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29 May 2026
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Title : when reality hits you like a brick (stem the bleeding and hope for the best)
Author : Pure_Night_Fury-
Never before had Yuuji feared Gojo.
But then again, never before had Gojo seemed so Godly.In which Yuuji comes to learn the difference between the love for a student and the love for a son
- yuji loses control on sukuna and hurts megumi..gojo arrives just in time and was completely ready to kill yuji for gumi.. yuji undersands cuz its an obvi choice
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“Gojo-sensei was the one who hurt you. ” Fushiguro continued on, worry and irritance lacing his voice as he distinctly shot Gojo a glare at for outburst.
“Ah, sorry about that Yuuji-kun!” Gojo heartily apologised, raising a single hand as his half bowed. “No hard feelings right?”
The words were light and carefree, yet Yuuji could hear the implication nonetheless.
You understand why I did what I did.
Why I said what I said.
“Of course!” He grinned happily, disregarding the way Fushiguro berated him for his easy going acceptance and scolded Gojo for his careless words. Gojo was smiling at him pleasantly, the gratitude in his stance evident to Yuuji’s mind, because now it was obvious. If the choice ever arose again between Yuuji and Fushiguro — He knew exactly who Gojo would pick.
And not once would Yuuji ever blame him for it.
It was sort of comforting, knowing that there was someone out there who would be able to stop him before he did anything to harm the people he loved. Even though it was Gojo, his dearest Sensei, who was the one who had grown so ready to kill him at that moment, Yuuji could not bring himself to find any animosity towards the man.
It was an instinct to protect, Yuuji could understand it.
It’s nothing more than a conflict of interest.
His precious student or his precious child?
The boy he taught and cared for daily or the treasure whom he had raised carefully with every fibre of his being?
How could Yuuji possibly grow upset at such an action when even to him it was clear as day what the choice would be? It was an ultimatum that most parents would hardly hesitate in making.
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a slaughterhouse, an outlet mall by parsnips_and_meth
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
21 May 2026
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Suguru begins to wonder if it’s lonely for Gojo. Keeping an inch between him and the world.
Not an inch, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Shoko reminds him. Infinity.
But does it feel like infinity? When summer’s humidity swells to its peak, can Gojo feel the pressure? When a barrage of low-level curses ambushes them in Roppongi, can he sense their velocity, the twist of the wind? When Suguru grazes the immovable space between them – hands him a test paper, shoulders past him in the corridor, reaches out, unthinking, to slap him on the back – does Gojo know the warmth of Suguru's skin?
Then, on July 12th, in a sour-smelling alley in Katsushika ward, Suguru catches him. Hunched over, spindly legs crouched, a street-worn cat pressing her nose to his fingertips. It licks her sandpaper tongue over his knuckles. Rubs the flat of her forehead against his palm. Gojo hums, pushing a tangled cowlick back with his thumb, a serene little smile on his face.
Yes, Suguru thinks. It must be lonely.
(Trauma is complicated, brains are strange, and Satoru Gojo is not immune to either of these truths.)
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15 Mar 2026
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Title : a slaughterhouse, an outlet mall
Author : parsnips_and_methSPOILERS & Fav Snippets
- (trans) gojo has bpd.. he has a seizure on a mission with suguru.. turns out he has eating disorders... suguru shoko care
- geto gojo kissed but geto ruins it.. gojo 'escapes' by violent teleportation to a v far off place
- starving cold gojo taken care of by strangers.. utahime aarives and helps too and calls yaga.. yaga brings him back
- geto and shoko caring for gojo.. geto gojo finally talk and resolve things
- another bad day and geto helps him.. ending very sweetly.."It does not fix anything. Things will never be finished; there will always be more to endure. But there is always tomorrow. And if tomorrow is equally wretched, there is always the day after it." This line.. it is so relevant in so many aspects.. I will be holding it close to my heart this is so important 💝💝
"But Suguru isn’t the grand gesture type. Satoru is sure a gift’s expense means very little to him. He’s from Higashinaruse village; it has mountains and fireflies and parents who try their best. They gave him small things, priceless things. They gave themselves most of all." I can't even explain this one but it made me pause for a moment to process this cuz wow. So soft and simple and beautifully insightful.
"A scarf, no matter how long or immaculate, barely scratches the surface of his gratitude. And that is why it can’t be about gratitude at all. The scarf is not a transaction, because nothing between the three of them is a transaction; it is, and only ever has been, about love." Omg yes satoru finally grasping that it is not a transaction but loveee..so important..🤌🤌
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Tinned Pumpkin for Thérèse (lullaby) by parsnips_and_meth
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
14 May 2026
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“It’s defective,” Satoru announces as he swings into the morgue, purple cat-carrier in hand. “You got me a defective cat.”
“She’s defective,” Shoko sighs, peeling off her gloves. She peers into the carrier when Satoru places it down on the slab, brows pinching. She tilts her head left, then right. The creature inside snuffles. “Looks fine to me.”
“It breathes wrong,” he complains, “and it keeps making this coughing noise. It snores like a fucking pensioner – look, let me just—”
“Don’t you dare release your cat into a sterile environment,” Shoko snaps, slapping his hands away from the clips. “She shouldn’t even be in here.”
Satoru looks pointedly at the cursed blood dripping, violet and viscous, from the opposite mortuary cot. “Right,” he drawls. Then: “Can you send it back?”
She stares at him. “You did not just ask that.”
(Following the tragedy of Christmas Eve 2017, Shoko gets Satoru a cat. She has asthma.)
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20 May 2026
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Title : Tinned Pumpkin for Thérèse (lullaby)
Author : parsnips_and_meth-“It’s defective,” Satoru announces as he swings into the morgue, purple cat-carrier in hand. “You got me a defective cat.”
“She’s defective,” Shoko sighs, peeling off her gloves. She peers into the carrier when Satoru places it down on the slab, brows pinching. She tilts her head left, then right. The creature inside snuffles. “Looks fine to me.”
“It breathes wrong,” he complains, “and it keeps making this coughing noise. It snores like a fucking pensioner – look, let me just—”
“Don’t you dare release your cat into a sterile environment,” Shoko snaps, slapping his hands away from the clips. “She shouldn’t even be in here.”
Satoru looks pointedly at the cursed blood dripping, violet and viscous, from the opposite mortuary cot. “Right,” he drawls. Then: “Can you send it back?”
She stares at him. “You did not just ask that.”
(Following the tragedy of Christmas Eve 2017, Shoko gets Satoru a cat. She has asthma.)
OR- how a cat and love from his loved ones helped saturo deal with his grief (after killing geto) in a not-self-destructive way for once
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- “I hear you,” Satoru says, like a liar, “but Thérèse needs her steroid pump, and she gets grumpy if I don’t feed her by eight. And I need to pick up tinned pumpkin on the way home anyway, apparently it helps with… digestion…”
Yaga’s mouth is stuck half-open. Nanami looks like he’s mid-aneurysm. Shoko, who’s sitting by the window with a coffee strong enough to be battery acid, snorts into her cup.
“Thérèse?” Nanami asks, eyes narrowing behind his silly nose-clip glasses. “Who’s Thérèse?”
“His cat,” Shoko answers – gleefully.
Satoru feels like his entire soul has gone offline. It’s recalibrating, revealing itself to be something terrifying and tender. He realises he doesn’t recognise himself at all. That perhaps the hard exterior of Infinity has been up for so long he’s forgotten about its sickeningly squishy innards – and so has everyone else. For the longest time, Satoru Gojo has been a lethal weapon of mass destruction. Capable of decimating cities, capable of eviscerating the human race. But in this very moment, Satoru Gojo is someone who picks up tinned pumpkin for his asthmatic cat.
This is an exposure of truly violent proportions. This is an absolutely catastrophic blow to his reputation.
“Pretend I didn’t say any of that,” he says, brusque, and then – because he has no idea what else he can offer in his own defence – flees with the flagging remains of his dignity.
(Shoko’s raucous cackling follows him out of the building. He’d be angry about it, but – he hasn’t heard her laugh in a long, long time.)
- Love is strange, he thinks. It often arrives late and takes on various shapes. Like a best friend who smokes too much. Like two parentless children. Like a cat that needs his help to breathe and helps him breathe in turn.
People say cats don’t really love back. That they’re instinctive animals who only deal in food and shelter. Maybe he’s delusional for thinking Thérèse is different; maybe he isn’t well-versed in it, but he’s sure this is love. She greets him at the door, follows him into the bathroom, to bed; her small, scruffy body so at home in his arms. Shoko picked an intuitive, precious creature; Thérèse, so persistent and present when he needs her.
Even if, in the end, she was to devour his carcass, he wouldn’t mind. He thinks that can be a kind of love, too.