Fanfics

Dark Gojo x Reader (1/2)

1940s WW2/Post War Au

Synopsis~ Satoru Gojo never noticed you. You were just the ugly duckling cousin of the prettiest girl in the neighborhood, maybe even the entire city. But the Gojo that returns from war is different. Eyes to bright, smile too tight. This Gojo finds you fascinating.

Tropes~ One Sided Love, she fell first, he fell harder. Forced relationship?

Tw/Cw~ WW2, mentions of war, dark themes. Sexisim (not from Gojo)

Author's Note~ I just realized how writing a Japanese character during WW2 may be perceived. I do not intend to minimize or change history. My great grandfather died because injuries he got fighting in the pacific. Gojo plays the part of a Japanese American soldier, which did exists though they are often looked over. I would never write anything supporting the Japanese empire, Gojo will be fighting for the allies.

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Some people are born with everything. Brains, looks, money. You were one of the poor souls who hadn’t been born with any of those. But you did have family. An aunt who hosted socials and whose lipstick was never smudged. An uncle who spent his mornings at the bank and his weekends at the country club golfing with his bosses. A cousin who was the prettiest girl in the whole neighborhood, maybe even the city. Mable was the type of pretty that made men stop and stare from across the street. She was popular too; she was in every club and committee back in high school. 

ONESHOT (Satoru Gojo x Lector)

El humo del club nocturno se mezclaba con el olor a cerveza y el calor eléctrico de los amplificadores. Era un lugar pequeño, con paredes de ladrillo visto y luces de neón azul que bañaban el escenario en una atmósfera casi irreal.

​Satoru Gojo no era un guitarrista común; era una fuerza de la naturaleza.

​Desde tu lugar en un lateral del escenario, podías ver cómo sus dedos largos y pálidos se movían con una agilidad técnica que rozaba lo imposible sobre el mástil de su Fender blanca. No llevaba su venda habitual, solo unos lentes oscuros que se deslizaban por el puente de su nariz a causa del sudor, permitiendo que esos ojos azul cielo brillaran bajo los focos cada vez que echaba la cabeza hacia atrás.

​Él sabía que el público estaba hipnotizado, pero su atención estaba en otra parte.

​—Esta es nueva —anunció Satoru al micrófono, con esa sonrisa arrogante que hacía que la mitad de la audiencia suspirara—. Se llama "Cero Absoluto". Y solo una persona aquí sabe de qué trata.

​Te miró de reojo, un destello de complicidad que nadie más captó.

​El riff inicial fue pesado, vibrante, una descarga de adrenalina que sacudió el suelo. Pero a mitad de la canción, en el clímax del solo, ocurrió: una cuerda se rompió con un chasquido seco que solo tú y él notaron sobre el estruendo de la batería.

​Cualquier otro músico habría entrado en pánico, pero Satoru simplemente sonrió de lado. Improvisó. Cambió la escala en un segundo, adaptando la melodía a las cinco cuerdas restantes, creando un sonido más crudo, más sucio y desesperado. Sus ojos se clavaron en los tuyos mientras sus dedos sangraban ligeramente por el roce del metal roto, pero no se detuvo. Tocó para ti, convirtiendo un error técnico en una declaración de guerra emocional.

​Cuando la última nota se desvaneció en un acople distorsionado, el club estalló en gritos. Satoru dejó la guitarra en el soporte sin mirar a nadie, ignorando los vítores de "¡Otra, otra!", y caminó directamente hacia donde tú estabas.

​Te tomó de la muñeca y te arrastró hacia el estrecho pasillo que llevaba a los camerinos, lejos del ruido.

​—Casi me haces perder los estribos ahí fuera —dijo, acorralándote contra la pared. El calor que emanaba de su cuerpo era sofocante, mezclado con el aroma de su perfume y la adrenalina del show.

​—Rompiste una cuerda, Satoru —susurraste, mirando sus dedos, donde una pequeña gota de sangre manchaba su yema—. Estás perdiendo el toque.

​Él soltó una carcajada baja, una que te vibró en el pecho. Se quitó los lentes, dejando que toda la intensidad de sus ojos recayera sobre ti.

​—No la rompí por falta de técnica. La rompí porque me distraje pensando en qué harías si bajaba del escenario a mitad del solo para besarte enfrente de todos.

​Se inclinó, apoyando su frente contra la tuya. El silencio del backstage era un contraste violento con el caos de afuera.

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, heavy on the misogyny, etc.

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Thirty fucking years old and still treated like a damn child. Those were the only thoughts going through Levi's head while he dressed for his own wedding.

He never considered himself the marrying type, there was an unfortunate history of those he got close to dying in horrific ways. Due to this he was hesitant to even considering a thing like marriage, besides, he had no time for a woman. Without demanding they were? He would never have a life again except to hear a woman whining about everything.

But this couldn't be avoided now. Considering the position of the Scouts currently, meaning the dethroning of the imposter king and coronation of Queen Historia, he desperately needed to be in the noble's good graces. The Scouts had to be in the noble's good graces.

All of this was Erwin's idea, if the nobles had someone of influence in the Scouts like Levi wed to one of their daughters then the noble's would have to support the Survey Corps' cause. Even the Commander was still searching for options himself.

To Levi, it was distasteful to treat the girls like marketed meat, there for whoever had the hunger to buy it. But a high-standing noble's daughter had just turned eighteen, and Erwin had made the arrangements for Levi so that he never had to meet the girl until the wedding day. It didn't sit well with him, but he would take a wife over the scratch of the noose rope around his neck if the nobles pushed to regain control and execute all the officers.

At least Erwin had done Levi the favor of finding a girl shorter than him, how humiliating would it be to have his wife tower over him like most men and women did. She was pretty, and pretty nervous, the hand he took to seal their vows was shaking like a leaf. Did she want this any more than he did? Or was she also sent to do this by someone in authority over her? While the officiant rambled on about the commitment of marriage Levi couldn't help but sigh, bored. So he took the time to examine his young wife. How did she feel about being married to a man nearly fifteen years her senior? At least her family wasn't like most who married their daughters off by their first cycle, or tried to. Levi couldn't stand to deal with a child.

The ceremony and reception flew by, Levi familiarizing himself with the liquor than with his wife. Even that night, he only consummated the marriage as was his duty. Sure, she was most likely terrified of the unknown, but that wasn't his problem, his problem was to deal with her as best he could.

Now he could get on with life, and ignore her.

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What had she done to displease him? Evelyn had tried everything to gain Levi's favor. After their wedding night she had been left yearning for more, she had no idea that's what intimacy would feel like, and from a man like Levi, the heart-throb of the Walls? She was excited to marry him. Leading up to the wedding she had been so worried about making a good impression, and while he didn't speak to her the day of the wedding, she hoped he enjoyed her on the night. But it seems even in that he was displeased.

This was not what she imagined marriage to be like. She was alone, with no friends, no husband, nothing. Since that night, Levi hadn't touched her, and Evelyn was no where near bold enough to initiate with him, what if he rejected her? She would die with embarrassment. No matter how desperate and needy she got, she would never stoop that low and humiliate herself further.

Weeks of loneliness was finally broken by a message delivered. Her husband desired for her to come and spend the day with him at work, she was to bring his lunch over and remain with him until he came home.

She was overjoyed, her patience had finally paid off and now he was paying attention to her! It was worth it, she could finally have that man she missed on the wedding night. Thinking this, Evelyn made sure to take great care of her appearance before leaving, determined to win him back.

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"Levi?" She ventured into his office, her heart pounding.

"Enter." He didn't even look up.

Evelyn carefully sets the basket of food down on his desk, waiting for some kind of greeting.

Levi continues to ignore her and go about his work until he finally looks up, as if irritated by her presence. "Well? Must I occupy you all the time?"

Heat went to her face. "No- I'm sorry-"

"Go to the mess hall and fetch me some tea, and not the shit they put out for the cadets, go into the kitchen and have them make it the way I like. Can you handle that?"

She looks down, ashamed. "Yes I can."

"Then get out of my sight."

Trying to salvage her pride, Evelyn does as he wishes, trying to follow signs and spoken directions to the mess hall, the whole place full during the lunch hour with cadets. Most of the officers preferred the quiet of their offices so it was almost solely low-ranking soldiers.

Evelyn tried to hurry, giving the kitchen Levi's orders before waiting with growing embarrassment. How foolish she must look right now. The wife of an officer sent to do the work of a common soldier. She could curl up in a ball.

As she turned back with the cup in hand a large body knocked it right out of her hands. Evelyn stared up at the guilty man.

"That was for Captain Levi-"

Slight fear comes across his face. "Shit- I'll get him another. I'm so sorry, please don't tell him what I did-"

She bent to help him clean up the shattered cup, their fingers touching accidentally. It was like a shock ran through them both.

The boy, probably barely any younger than her smiles awkwardly. "I haven't seen you around here before."

"I'm Evelyn Ackerman, Captain Levi's wife."

"I'm Reiner Braun, nice to meet you Mrs. Ackerman."

"Oh please, just Evelyn."

His smile widens. "Alright, just Evelyn."

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What the fuck was taking her so long!? Never trust the competence of women, they always managed to fuck it up.

Levi rose from his chair angrily, determined to get his tea himself. All that woman did was disappoint him. He blamed her for his quick marriage, had there been no eligible girls then he could have postponed Erwin until the entire crisis died down and he would still be a free man. It was all that little bitch's fault.

As he rounded the corner he was shocked by a laugh. Peeking around the corner he saw his wife engaging with Braun, and actually laughing. It was a sound he hadn't heard from her yet, but it was rather pleasant. But he should be making her do that, not some random punk.

Jealousy turned his blood to ice, a calm hatred coming over him. Dead cadets would rattle whatever good terms the nobles were on with the Scouts and his marriage would be for nothing. This wouldn't stand, he wouldn't be cuckolded by some impudent brat. He had been neglectful but that was his business. If it meant his wife was prepared to bend over for any man who showed her attention then he would have to remedy that immediately.

She would pay for this.

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That night they lay on their separate sides of the bed, Evelyn turning to sleep while Levi remained awake to read.

Finally he could take it no longer.

"I saw you having a interesting conversation with Cadet Braun."

"Oh, yes. He bumped into me and then we started talking. He's sweet."

The nonchalant tone makes him want to rip out her vocal cords. How dare she think it was no big deal.

"He's not your husband."

"Yes I know but-"

"He's not even a man."

"It was entirely polite and respectful Levi I promise."

"So you say. You think I can trust a word of what a woman says?"

In a moment he's on her, her eyes wide with fear.

"Levi you're scaring me-"

"Do you know what I real man is? Do you!? Clearly not, so I'll have to show you, since you want to know so badly."

"Levi please-"

"Shut up. Crying won't earn you my mercy."

days spent w/ catoru — ✦ ✦

warn — not proofread!

incl — catoru

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You stretched your back wildly, todays missions were grueling as usual. One special grade was enough to make you wanna take a break for ages. Luckily you didn't have to wish, today was your last work day before a week long vacation full of irresponsible spending and vegging out. Someone had to spend that sorcerer money.

You sighed again, trying to settle into your nightmare routine when your phone began ringing. It was from Nanami, and you automatically let out a breath of desperation. You and Nanami were close but both agreed to not call each other outside of work unless it was work related. This would be bad

"Hey, this still counts as my day off, no takebacks." you groaned, phone to your ear.

"And I apologize for that however this has nothing to do with your time off I'm afraid."

"It doesn't?"

"No."

"Explain, you're making me nervous..."

And he does, you almost want to hang up because of how rediculus it sounds.

"Gojo's been hit with a curse...and now he's a cat?"

"Correct."

"And you've deemed me responsible for taking care of him."

"Also correct."

"On my days off."

Nanami, sighed. "Once again, I apologize, this is secondhand information for me as well. A decision not made by me, they say it'll wear off in a couple of days."

You sigh again, soaking into your bath, "Well in that case I suppose it's fine. Send him over or do whatever it is you need to do, so just as long as I can continue my own life." Nanami grunted and hung up the phone, this probably wouldn't be to hard. You've known Gojo for a long time now, his personality was already something similar of a feline anyways.

How hard could this be?

"Meow."

You stare at the soft whites of the cat in front of you. His vivid blue eyes piercing yours.

You cocked your head sideways, Gojo cheekily doing the same.

You furrowed your brows, "Copy Cat." but he only meowed softly, nuzzling your fingers as if he were a real cat.

"You know I'm not going to spoil you or anything like that, you're probably going to be gone in a week so don't get your hopes up or anything." Gojo made a rather halarious gesture with his jaw, flicking his tail in mock irritation. After he'd been hit by this quirk things had been going in circles, but he knew one thing and that was in this cat form, you would have full advantage of him and he would make you pay attention to him if it was the last thing he did.

It was only the first day of you vacation, you didn't have any plans besides catching up on shows and lazing around all day, even with your new companion that wouldn't stop you. You slumped into the couch tiredly, practically ignore Satoru in a his fluffy whiteness.

"Mreowww." the cat had whined, pawing at your leg insistently.

You ignored him, this behavior wasn't much different from the regular Gojo anyways.

"MERRWWWW," he was practically hissing at this point. You rolled your eyes and paused your show, "What."

"Meow?" he cocked his head sideways, you didn't buy into the innocent act but decided to entertain him anyway. He continued pawing at you untill you leaned over so that your head was facing his directly.

"What, was is it Satoru, I'm trying to watch my show here." Satoru said nothing as he climbed his way up your legs and onto your lap, nuzzling your hands affectionately.

"Are you seriously asking me to pet you?" you said incredulously.

"Merw." and presented himself before you.

"You're not a real cat you know, this is only temporary so don't get used to it." but you began stroking the feline anyways, scratching under his chin and running fingers through his long fur. A very loud and prominent purring sound could be heard coming from him, although knowing Gojo, most of it was probably exaggerated.

Not long after this a simple routine between the two of you developed. You go, he goes. You stay, he stays. It was aroundmid week when your pretty little kitty became a slight problem.

"GOJO NO, LET GO OF HIM YOU TYRANT." but the cat just wasn't budging, his teeth and cawls fully gripped on the store employee who was helping you buy items for Gojos stay.

You hadn't even known what went wrong, one moment you were talking to the guy, joking in fact, the next Satoru's claws were wrapped around the poor mans neck, practically trying to kill him. And for what reason you had no clue, could Gojo seriously be turning to an animal?

"Get, off of him sicko." you finally were able to pry him off, but the guy was already a bloody mess. Gojo only hissed as he cradled his neck, was there some sort of cursed energy you couldnt detect or something? You doubted it. Even if you weren't the strongest sorcerer you were no doubt an extremely powerful ome. A curse during this time wouldn't have gotten past you.

"God, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" the man nodded and temderly nodded.

"Y-yeah, fistey little cat you got there." you smiled, at least he wasn't mad, though he had total right to be. People shouldn't bring there pets into stores if they can't handle them.

"Yeah, he's been very irritating these days." Satoru shrunk back into his cage, and for a second he almost looked scared.

You offered to help the worker but he insisted he was fine, thankfully. You immediately put Satoru in timeout, ignoring his insistent calls for you, he was so loud you almosost gave in.

You stood your ground howeverx you wouldn't let anyone be hurt by him under your care anymorre.

Gojo didn't seem to mind though, after all you wlats returned to him.

+ bonus !!

satoru: lying in you bed like its his, it's you last day of vacation

you: lying there as well

you: welp, time for bed i guess

overnight: you arise to a very tall and veryy lanky, 6 foot blue eyed non feline in your bed

you: you have GOT to be kidding me

Window wings, fragile panes Shield me from the dark Warm me with your spark

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.