MAJOR JJK SPOILERS

Today we get gojo dying, tomorrow we get the 'yo satoru!' scene animated, on friday I'm getting a fucking gun

Why i believe Gojo could come back

This chapter left us in a devastated state and was absolutely uncalled for, but I personally believe this isnt the end of the strongest sorcerer. There are several reasons as to why (These are just opinions, I could be wrong in certain areas AND personal feelings might make an occassional appearance.)

synopsis. you’d always wait for satoru.

tags. JJK CHAP 236 SPOILERS, it’s like fluff and angst but neither at the same time yk

"took you long enough."

satoru blinked twice, those icy lashes fluttering as his blurry gaze focused on the figure next to him. he hadn't heard that voice in so long that it barely felt real, a fragment in his memories.

"i thought you'd be at least a little bit happy to see me," your lips were tilted up in a grin that easily met your eyes. you're eighteen: white blouse tucked into a long skirt and your hair twisted up away from your face. there's a sliver of silver peeking up from below your collar and he didn't need to see the necklace fully to know that the characters on the bottom spelt his name.

you were gorgeous.

"i'm always happy to see you," it was unnatural for satoru's voice to be so quiet and gentle and your laugh created a symphony he'd long forgotten. it had been six excruciating years since he'd last been blessed with your joy.

the last time he had seen you you were twenty-two, a white cloth covering your body. a mission gone wrong. that was what shoko had told him and he just had to accept it, because what else could he do?

he was the strongest until it mattered.

"smile a little for me toru, i've missed you," you were bubbly but there was a tenderness in your tone. you were dead, and now so was he, it wasn't something someone could acknowledge lightly.

but he was here, with you, and so despite it all he did as you wished, the smile he reserved only for you. there was a brief moment, the two of you staring lovingly into the other's eyes as you adjusted to this new reality: one where curses didn't exist and gojo satoru was just gojo satoru.

"you waited for me?" satoru asked, his glasses dropping further down his nose as his blue eyes flicked to your lips - the lips that had once been so familiar to him.

"we all did," you nudged his shoulder lightly and pointed in the direction of a vending machine where haibara and geto were arguing whilst nanami watched in eternal disappointment.

satoru swallowed thickly, blinking quickly like that could stop the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks.

the gentle touch of your hands against his face redirected his attention back to your pretty face. `'you're safe now, pretty boy. you've done all that you could for them, you can have peace now."

them. megumi, yuji, nobara, yuta, all of his students past and present. it hurt him to know that they were now facing kenjaku and sukuna without him, but death offered him a freedom he'd never had before. the peace you spoke of; not having to constantly be on alert for the next assignment or worry that he would be seeing his students in the morgue, it was a bliss he wanted more than he'd care to admit.

so he wouldn't admit it.

instead, he kissed you, his dead heart beating loudly in his ears as he remembered what it felt like to truly be alive.

a/n. no one talk to me ever again unless you’re saying sike this was all a big practical joke your hubby is alive

I loved satoru back in 2020, loved him last year, loved him last month, loved him so much last wk, I loved him yesterday, loving him right now, I will love him tomorrow and I will definitely love him forever.

They should invent a type of life where you don’t have to work to survive

these are still the most hilarious

★彡short drabble, fluff, husband zhongli yay, silly silly reader

It’s a beautiful morning — the sun is gradually ascending over the mountains, casting a golden shimmer on them, as the sweetest birds chitter and chirp as they flutter about the blue, blue sky. A pleasant breeze drifts through the air, bringing with it the scent of flowers.

But who cares about all that when Zhongli is sitting right there at his vanity table, being the prettiest wonder of the morning?

“Darling, darling, slow down,” murmurs Zhongli with a soft chuckle, watching you in the vanity mirror as you practically zoom around the room. “You’ll tire yourself out, or get hurt.”

You barrel over to him and vibrate on the spot. “You’re sooooo beautifuuuuuuuul!”

Another laugh escapes the lips of your husband, and to you it’s the most serene music.

“You have seen me get ready for the day numerous times already, my love.”

“But still! You’re so pretty I don’t know what to do with myself!” To prove your point, you squat on the floor and screech like a little gremlin. Smiling and shaking his head, Zhongli lets you be yourself while he continues his morning routine.

You start to roll around, screaming about how he is the most ethereal man in the world, using every positive adjective you can think of — stunning, beautiful, pulchritudinous. Zhongli carries on, pretending he doesn’t have the faintest blush on his face. Every now and then he keeps an eye on you in the mirror, making sure you don’t bump into something and hurt yourself.

As Zhongli finishes applying his eyeliner carefully, he hears you whoop and cheer from the floor as you roll back to him. To be honest, he finds the whole ordeal hilarious and amusing — but above all, flattering. He sees the way you’re utterly enamoured with him, even as he’s simply doing his daily routine, and to him there is no purer form of love.

When he is done, he fastens his earring and then reaches out and pulls you onto his lap – which only makes you more excitable as you wiggle like a lovesick puppy.

“Pretty Zhongli! Pretty pretty!”

He gazes at you affectionately through the mirror. You meet his eyes, already fiercely blushing at the way he’s watching you, his cheek pressed against yours.

“And yet you are the more radiant one here,” says Zhongli, hands holding you in place as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. This does the trick – you melt like candy.

He plants more and more kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, all the while whispering between kisses how pretty you are.

Imagine it suddenly came into mind that Morax is the type of being, lover, that would not hesitate to sacrifice you for the sake of the world.

Imagine as he stood there across you, as you slowly start to form cracks all over your body. As you slowly start to disintegrate right across him with a bright yet sad smile on your face. You saw the way his amber iris were shaken. How tightly he was holding his pole arm and how blood dripped down all the way from his lips down to his chin as he bit down his lips. All to prevent himself from going after you.

Imagine, during your final moments, you took a step forward towards him. Feeling light as you tried to smile still, but as you do, take a step forward. Everything went back. At the same time, Morax unconsciously took a step forward upon seeing you went towards him, but as soon as you do. You're gone along the wind.

Imagine the way he dropped his weapon, hand unconsciously reaching out in the air, trying to grab at least a particle of yours, but it just slipped past his finger like a fine sand.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

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