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Yin and Yang by Moos3nTrash
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
03 Jan 2024
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Controlling chaos, and chaotically controlling, two halves of a single diverging life, held together simply by the bonds of adoration.
To protect the weak, shining above as a merciful sun, teaching those who could to fight for those who couldn’t, the voiceless many who fought, unaware of their enemies; or, to wring the weak, removing their feeble stains with tides of energy emitted from his presence.
Or Gojo knows he loves Geto, but knows better than to act on it.
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They’ve always fought. But sometimes, lately, when it gets to the part where Wilson calls him a sick son of a bitch or a contentious bastard or a fucking asshole, House, you are impossible—
House gets up in his face and says say that again I fucking dare you, or something like that, all teeth, and yeah—and they’re here again: clawing at each other in a way that looks like love but always, always hurts. Wilson snarling in House’s mouth as he kisses him, this stupid, gawky, perverted asshole that Wilson’s heart goes home to even though he wears someone else’s ring, it’s always someone else’s.
Or: House and Wilson keep fucking around instead of finding out, until they don't.
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- Part 3 of rskt 2024
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29 May 2025
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GRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM OLD MAN YAOI IS SO BACK WITH THIS ONE
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a blast from the past by indefinitelyforever
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
27 Sep 2024
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“Cute,” Suguru says, a soft drawl in his voice.
Satoru snaps his gaze back up, eyes narrowing as he holds Suguru’s stare. “What, for being a good friend? Fine, I’ll wake you up the next time, then. Jerk.”
“That’s no way to talk to your husband,” Shoko lazily comments as she walks over to them, a thermometer in her hand. She’s watching Satoru like she finds something about him very amusing, and it sorta annoys him because he has no idea what the joke is.
Wait— husband?Satoru, 18, wakes up in the place of his 28 year old self. Learning that he's a teacher is bewildering enough, until— wait, what do you mean he's married to Suguru?
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- Part 1 of eighteen again
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“Really now,” Gakuganji snorted, doubtful. “How convenient. Who is this alpha, then?” And of course, Satoru had seen that question coming as soon as his claim of having a mate was halfway out of his mouth, but by that point he was already talking and it was too late to stop.
“So nosy.” He wagged his finger in a tut-tut motion in the geezer’s face, watching him turn a horrible shade of angry red. “It’s Geto Suguru, of course.”
Satoru's sick and tired of all the higher-ups insisting he needs to find an alpha and settle down just because he's an omega, and the simple lie that Suguru is his mate seems like the easiest way to get some peace and quiet. What could go wrong?
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Ritsu tries not to let the long-suffering exasperation show in his voice. "And you always look at each other like—I don't know—like, you like each other."
"But we do like each other." And Ritsu likes not doing this, right now.
"Like, like-like, you know?" He presses. Ritsu, for his academic prowess, feels as if his vocabulary while talking to his brother about his crush is limited to only 'like.' While he hates talking about this, he figures he hates watching them unknowingly pine over each other like a bunch of lovesick protagonists who don't know they're lovesick even more.
"Like-like...?" His older brother pauses until his face reddens in realization. "Ah! I like Hanazawa-kun romantically!" Yes, and they are Japanese; the sun is a star, and also grass is green. Ritsu sighs in relief.
Unfortunately, Mob’s face falls. "It's too bad he doesn't like me back, though."
Ritsu couldn't resist the urge to put his face in his hands and scream.
(Alternatively: Ritsu is a never-ending spectator to his brother's fluffy love life.)
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Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is very, very oblivious.