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Jujutsu Kaisen: The Monumental

The Gojo clan have found themselves fully at the mercy of a great avatar of the forest that threatens to slaughter every last one of them for grave crimes unknown, unless they engage in a sudden diplomatic offer and willingly hand over the bloodline's most precious one in exchange for long term peace. Now isolated from his family and bound to his would-be-exterminator, Satoru slowly discovers that the events that ultimately led to this violent war are not quite as clear cut, and that the beast who calls him wife is not quite as monstrous as he first believed

CHAPTER TWO - TRIBUTE

Jujutsu Kaisen: Feathers Cursed Twice

Crim is no stranger to the world of jujutsu sorcery. An age has passed since they were last imbued with the power of cursed energy, and the moniker of Sukuna's Shadow granted during their time as his shikigami, and now they will have to adapt to modern day jujutsu society in the more traditional means as a human. But a chance encounter with a notorious curse user who is unwilling to let the chance for what he believes to be a great and terrible power to slip through his fingers will show that even the present has its own trials and tribulations; ones that will test where their new loyalties truly lie and whether or not they can handle the phantom of a distant past mistake threatening to rear its head and repeat itself once again

New Year's Eve 2017: Ring in the New

“So this is where you’re hiding, huh.”

So he finally chose to speak. He’d already been standing there for a few minutes, the overwhelming presence of his cursed energy impossible to ignore, but still Crim had hoped that if they didn’t acknowledge him at all then maybe he’d actually get the hint and go away. An unthinkable ask when it came to a man as persistent and annoying as Satoru Gojo. There was a reason they were up here, arms loosely draped over their bent knees at the edge of this Shibuya rooftop and a cigarette burning away beneath their fingertips as they idly watched the thick crowds in the streets below. It was the only place they deserved to be at the turn of the new year after everything that had happened; isolated and alone.

Jujutsu Kaisen: The Monumental

The Gojo clan have found themselves fully at the mercy of a great avatar of the forest that threatens to slaughter every last one of them for grave crimes unknown, unless they engage in a sudden diplomatic offer and willingly hand over the bloodline's most precious one in exchange for long term peace. Now isolated from his family and bound to his would-be-exterminator, Satoru slowly discovers that the events that ultimately led to this violent war are not quite as clear cut, and that the beast who calls him wife is not quite as monstrous as he first believed

CHAPTER ONE - DELIBERATE

IF YOU TRULY DESIRE PEACE, THEN GIVE ME YOUR MOST PRECIOUS ONE

The message was a plain one, simple, the extension of a most undeserving olive branch. Its arrival ended the internal argument that had sprung up amongst several members of the family in the past few weeks, half of whom were convinced that some kind of conditional offer would eventually be made while the rest were certain the only thing coming was their inevitable doom. Regardless of who was actually right, none had ever expected its arrival to be anything like this.

Jujutsu Kaisen: The Griot's Songbird

Sukuna departs the shrine on business leaving his kataribe and his shadow alone, allowing Asiri the perfect opportunity to try and coax the shikigami out from behind their walls

IT'S CRISIRI TIME BABEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! You WILL read mine and @marokiya's OCs being cute together!!!!! You do not have a choice!!!!!!!

The first days of spring. The last dregs of snow melting away and the first shoots of new plant life beginning to push their way through the warming sodden earth. The first gatherings of clouds and heavy rainfalls that came with them. This is where Asiri would find Sukuna one evening, sat alone beneath an engawa with his legs crossed and eyes closed, head propped up against a fist as he listened to the hammering of the storm just beyond. He looked peaceful, the usual stern of his neutral expression loose and relaxed. It was a rarer sight that she would never tire of seeing no matter how many times she stumbled across it.

“Enjoying yourself, masoyi?”

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up at the sound of her voice, reaching a hand to cover her own as it slid across his shoulder. “Mm, it’s a pleasant evening I have to say.” He didn’t need to look as he pulled her around and down into his lap, revelling in her giggle as he did so. “Even more so now you’re here, mayoi-hana.”

She took the time to entwine their fingers, his thumb lightly running over hers. “I thought you would’ve been inside where it’s warmer. There’s still quite the chill in the air.”

Do you want Crim's canonical journey through the modern era? Then take a look at FEATHERS CURSED TWICE

Crim is no stranger to the world of jujutsu sorcery. An age has passed since they were last imbued with the power of cursed energy, and the moniker of Sukuna's Shadow granted during their time as his shikigami, and now they will have to adapt to modern day jujutsu society in the more traditional means as a human. But a chance encounter with a notorious curse user who is unwilling to let the chance for what he believes to be a great and terrible power to slip through his fingers will show that even the present has its own trials and tribulations; ones that will test where their new loyalties truly lie and whether or not they can handle the phantom of a distant past mistake threatening to rear its head and repeat itself once again (Chapters are originally written and posted out of order)

How about an AU in which Gojo is forced into altar diplomacy with a forest god to try and prevent his entire clan from being obliterated? Then go take a gander at THE MONUMENTAL

The Gojo clan have found themselves fully at the mercy of a great avatar of the forest that threatens to slaughter every last one of them for grave crimes unknown, unless they engage in a sudden diplomatic offer and willingly hand over the bloodline's most precious one in exchange for long term peace. Now isolated from his family and bound to his would-be-exterminator, Satoru slowly discovers that the events that ultimately led to this violent war are not quite as clear cut, and that the beast who calls him wife is not quite as monstrous as he first believed

Got tagged by @marokiya teasing us with some Stolen Princess AU which is gonna be absolute PEAK and I'm SO EXCITED FOR so I suppose I get to inflict some of the Crim/Kenjaku I've been toying with since Friday upon you all in turn

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Kenjaku dipped his head lower, inhaling deep as he followed the line of their jaw, a scent most foreign and out of place tickling his senses. His brows knitted together in annoyance at the audacity. “Crim, is he good to you?”

He felt the freeze, the silent guilty admission. “What? Ho-how do you-”

His chuckle was low and knowing as he rose back up. “It’s alright, I don’t blame you. It’s his favourite cologne. He hasn’t changed it in all this time.” He nipped again, harder, demanding at their lip. “You know, it really doesn’t suit you the same way. Let me-”

Let me get it off you, get him off you. Of course he would have the cheek behaving the way he does, but to think he actually would considering how he’d found them. At the side he had found them. Kenjaku wanted to laugh. Whether Satoru knew it or not, he was certainly sending quite the message to anyone Crim passed by being so careless in where he left his mark. He should receive such a message in return, a pointed one that could only be found in his recognition of specific teeth marks left deep in their flesh.

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