Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.
CastAway (JJK Fanfic Series)
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anon, thank you for holding me accountable there! this fic was meant to be published in time for the @jonsimsandcats event back in april, and your message finally pushed me to finish it four months late.
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“Well, I've never run a museum, but refusing to socialise with anyone who works there doesn't seem like the only way forward,” says Georgie. The Admiral places an inquisitive paw on her chin. “Just my two cents.”
And what could he say to that? Jon would have happily continued along his established track of failed curmudgeonly authority if the cat-situation hadn't come along to bond him and his co-workers in hushing up some gross museological malpractice.
(Oh, Jon knows it's just Martin. He wouldn't have thought twice about inviting Tim or Sasha over, and he knows exactly why. Not addressing that 'why' is a deliberate choice: whatever he feels for Martin needs a sturdy dam, or he'll find himself lost in the flood before long.)
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
[Characters are 18+]
CastAway // Masterlist
I opened my eyes to find that it appeared to be dawn outside, but the sun was in the west rather than the east. Did I really sleep until dusk? The hospital room I was in didn’t look like the one I fell asleep in. I arrived back in New York City yesterday and was cleared by the doctors, but they held me overnight for observation. The room I fell asleep in, the room in New York, had pale blue walls, white sheets, and a white bed with railings on it. The room I awoke in had cream colored walls, a wooden bed with the rails lowered, white sheets, and a beige blanket at my feet.
I sat up in bed to find that I was dressed in black jeggings and a red camisole tucked into the pants. I swung my feet over the side of the bed to find a pair of black boots beside the bed and a leather jacket hung over the back of the beige chair in the room. Luckily, I already had on a pair of black socks so I wouldn’t have to risk getting blisters from wearing the leather boots barefoot. I slipped on the shoes and the jacket then looked outside the window.
I’d only been to Japan once so I couldn’t be sure, but the skyline in front of me looked like I was in a Japanese city. How in the fuck did I fall asleep in a hospital bed in New York dressed in a pair of grey shorts and a grey tank top then wake up in a Tokyo hospital in completely different clothes? I didn’t remember checking in here and I wasn’t dressed in a hospital gown, so I left the room in search of the entrance to the hospital. I needed to figure out how the hell I would survive in this city with nothing but my abilities and the clothes on my back.
I’d spent the past eight years learning how to survive with minimal help from others. I knew I could figure this out too, but I needed money or else I would end up living in the streets or in the wilderness. My clothes were not suited for being homeless so I needed to find a way to make money soon. If I was lucky, I would hear about an illegal fighting ring where I could make some easy cash. Hand to hand combat was my specialty after all, and my career of choice. I had gone home to New York expecting to inherit Hyde Industries and become a billionaire CEO. This change of circumstances was unwelcome, but I had to admit the limitless possibilities of starting over in Japan was attractive.
No one had recognized nor stopped me and asked why I was out of my room. I assumed that my sudden transport to Japan meant that I had never checked into this hospital thus no one knew I woke up in a bed as if I was a patient. They most likely assumed I was visiting someone. I was wandering through the hospital in search of an exit when I overheard part of a familiar conversation. Stopping outside the room containing two masculine voices, I eavesdropped on what they were saying in the hope it would shed some light on why I was here.
“Let me finish. Placing a cursed object of greater evil is a deadly poison that keeps other curses away. It’s a bad practice that only claims to protect. Over the years, its seal weakens, and then it becomes bait to lure in and fatten up other curses. The object you found is a dangerous one classified as special-grade. Hand it over before people start dying.” I could’ve sworn the voice speaking belonged to Fushiguro Megumi, but that was impossible. Fushiguro Megumi is a character in Jujutsu Kaisen. I couldn’t possibly have been transported into the anime I binge watched numerous times while in captivity, could I?
“Hey, I already said I don’t mind it. So go tell it to my senpai.” That was definitely Itadori Yuji speaking, and they seemed to be in the middle of the same conversation from the anime.
It couldn’t be, it should be impossible, and yet here I was. I peeked through the door to see a teenager with long black hair and dark green eyes speaking to another teenager with pink hair that was shaved on the sides. It was them. I would recognize Itadori’s hair anywhere, and he was right here in front of me. I turned away from the two boys and leaned against the wall beside the door, their conversation becoming background noise.
Fucking hell. I was in Sendai, halfway across the world. Not only that, I was no longer in the world I grew up in. Somehow, I woke up in an anime I watched several times on TV. Thank the gods I watched this show so many times I remember the characters and plot, but how the hell would I survive here? I guess my best option was to hope that I could see and exorcise curses and find a way to enroll at Jujutsu Metropolitan Technical High School. Unless they charge tuition. That would pose a problem. I patted my pockets to find a phone and wallet in my jacket pocket, but I have no clue how much money I have here. If the gods are on my side, I can access the fortune I inherited from my parents.
The two boys bolted out of the room towards the exit of the hospital in the same direction I was going before stopping to eavesdrop. Luckily, I stopped before passing by the door so they didn’t pass by me on their way out of the hospital. Acting on a gut instinct, I followed the two teens out of the hospital and through the city toward the highschool where Itadori’s senpai were studying the cursed object, Sukuna’s finger, that Itadori found outside the school.
I stayed far enough behind the boys that they didn’t notice me following them. However, they were so focused on rescuing the two occult club member’s at the school that they probably wouldn’t have noticed me unless I was less than three feet behind them. I was slightly out of breath when we reached the school due to not being able to train properly in the last year, but I managed. I hid nearby and made my way to the roof of the building while Fushigiro tried to convince Itadori not to get involved.
I prayed that I couldn’t be seen while scaling the side of the school, not wanting to risk being discovered until I was ready to reveal myself. I didn’t know anything about this world and the people within it apart from what was in the anime. If my instinct to insert myself into the main characters’ lives was the easiest way to survive, which I presumed it to be, then I needed to wait until an opportune moment to let them discover me. Hopefully, I could see curses and they would offer to let me enroll at Jujutsu Tech because of that.
I sat on the edge of the roof overlooking the lower roof below me where the boys would fight a curse in a few minutes. Gojo Satoru was in charge of the first years, thus I needed to wait until he arrived to appear in front of them worrying about the ‘monsters’ in the school and why there were wolves in the halls. Except, I needed to figure out a lie about why I was at the school since I didn’t attend nor work at it. I supposed I could say I was walking by and heard strange noises, decided to investigate in case someone needed help, and ran when I saw what was going on. That sounded believable, right?
Suddenly, there was a loud sound similar to an explosion below me. I looked down to see Fushiguro land on the concrete below me and retreated to perch on the edge of the roof. I couldn’t risk them seeing my legs moving and the large curse that followed Fushiguro out would likely block my body from sight while I waited. Itadori followed Fushiguro and the curse, attacking the creature while his companion yelled at him for being a suicidal idiot.
“You’re in big trouble yourself!” Itadori called out in response while he grabbed one of the curse’s arms and was subsequently thrown around. It was much more entertaining to watch in person than through the television screen, especially when you already know the outcome of the fight and thus don’t have to worry about the boy dying.
“Only curses can exorcise other curses! You can’t beat it!” Fushiguro’s words sent a shiver down my spine. After everything I’d been through, and the fact that I wasn’t human, did that provide me cursed energy or at least the ability to exorcise curses? I now know that I can see them, but can I kill them?
“If I went home now, I’d be having nightmares!” I zoned back into the fight before me as Itadori kicked the curse in the eye and landed on his feet in front of it. “Besides, I have my own troublesome curse already!”
The curse tried to pound Itadori into the ground, but he managed to avoid the hits. That is, until he was grabbed and thrown into the air. The curse caught him and held him over its mouth, but Itadori managed to jump up off the curse and grab Sukuna’s finger in his mouth. This, this is what I was waiting for. In my own world, I was the most powerful being on the planet despite there being so many supernatural creatures. The prospect of being able to see Ryoumen Sukuna, the king of curses, in the flesh was exhilarating. I knew I could defeat him if I needed to, but I wanted to see if he was as maniacal in reality as he was in the show.
I leaned forward, honing in my vision, as Itadori plants his feet on the curse’s teeth, throws the finger into the air, and catches it on his tongue. Swallowing it whole while Fushiguro yelled at him not to do it, I watched in anticipation as Sukuna took control of Itadori’s body. I didn’t have to look at Fushiguro to know that he was watching in horror, believing that Sukuna had been reincarnated. Sukuna threw his arms out to the side, destroying the curse’s limbs, and landed on the ground in between the curse and Fushiguro.
Sukuna raised his hand into the air, completely obliterating the curse. Unfortunately, I was within the blast radius and ended up getting covered in blood. It smelled absolutely revolting, like rotting meat you left outside during the summer. Sukuna started cackling maniacally as I noticed the black marks and long black nails that had appeared on Itadori’s body. His four red eyes opened and gazed out on the city surrounding us. His laugh and his next words sounded as deliriously demoniac as in the show, but his face didn’t look as crazy as the animators made him.
“Ah I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh!” He suddenly ripped Itadori’s shirt and hoodie off, standing with his arms stretched out as he basked in the feeling of being alive again. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring! Where are the people? The women?”
Sukuna turned around, his eyes locking with mine as he stepped down from the railing and back onto the roof. I knew I was busted and Sukuna would likely try to seduce, rape, or fight me so I gracefully stood and jumped down to the concrete in front of him. Fushiguro had surely noticed me as well and was likely wondering how long I had been there, but I didn’t care. Ryoumen Sukuna was here, in the flesh, standing before me without a shirt on. Granted, he was possessing Itadori, but that didn’t take away the fact that he was irresistibly attractive. The danger he posed only enhanced how attractive he was.
“What a wonderful era to be in!” Sukuna continued, suddenly closing the gap between us and grabbing me by the throat. I could have ended him then and there, but I didn’t. I wanted to know what he would do. “Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvelous! It’ll be a massacre!”
I grimaced as he referred to me as a maggot, seconds away from making a snarky retort and likely prompting him to violence when Itadori regained partial control of his body. Itadori grabbed his face with one hand, but Sukuna managed to keep the other wrapped tightly around my neck. He was squeezing hard enough that I could sense the threat in his grasp, but I could still breathe relatively easily. It was invigorating. He could tighten his grip to the point where I couldn’t breathe, he could easily snap my neck and knock me out for an hour or so, but he didn’t
“What do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.” Itadori retorted through the mouth he was currently sharing with Sukuna. After meeting Sukuna, he sounded much more childlike than in the hospital.
“How are you able to move?” Sukuna asked his host in genuine confusion, but his piercing red eyes never left my jade green ones.
“I mean, it’s my body.” Itadori responded, possibly able to see, hear, and feel everything Sukuna could since they were currently sharing a body. Itadori managed to gain control of himself, suppressing Sukuna, and dropped his hand from where it had been around my throat. He looked down at me in confusion, wondering when and how I got there. He opened his mouth to ask me something or apologize for Sukuna’s actions when Fushiguro interrupted him.
“Don’t move. You’re no longer human. Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” I looked around the shirtless body in front of me to see Fushiguro crouched with a black shadow swirling around him.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
[Characters are 18+]
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
Gojo led me to a room covered in seals while carrying Itadori. While Gojo tied the unconscious Itadori to a chair, I sat down in the one beside them and downloaded Instagram. After I set up my account, took a good picture, edited and posted it, Gojo snatched my phone from me and started typing. I didn’t feel like fighting him over a stupid phone so I let him do what he wanted.
He handed my phone back after a few minutes and sat down in the chair across from Itadori and I. While Gojo played on his phone, I looked through mine to see he followed himself on Instagram and added his and Fushiguro’s numbers to my contacts. Since Gojo added both numbers to my phone, I assumed he wanted them to have mine as well. I quickly sent a message to Gojo with my name then texted Fushiguro who I was and why I was texting him.
“How much money do you have?” I couldn’t tell if Gojo was making small talk or trying to learn more about me.
“A lot.” I responded, not taking my eyes off my phone while I followed accounts I found interesting.
“How much is a lot?” Gojo leaned forward and rested his arms on the back of his chair.
“Enough to last me several lifetimes without having to work, why do you care?” I looked up from my phone and tucked it into my jacket pocket.
“Just curious.” His posture was relaxed, indifferent, but the faint image of his eyes was trained on my reaction to his questions. “What are you capable of?”
“A lot.” This is what he was getting at. He was trying to loosen me up and get me to trust him enough to tell him more about what I am.
“Like what?” He sounded genuinely curious, but my answer could have drastically different consequences. I tilted my head slightly and analyzed Gojo's body language. He was as casual as ever. His non threatening posture eased my concerns, but I didn’t trust him.
“My powers are tied to nature.” I leaned back in my chair and went back to setting up my phone.
“Are you a dryad?” His incessant questions were starting to get annoying, but part of me enjoyed playing along with his games.
“No.” Would be the only word coming out of my mouth until Itadori wakes up. No one had guessed what I was. At first, I didn’t believe it myself.
“A faerie?” Gojo wasn’t straying further into the cold.
“No.” I knew he had good intentions, but I didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut.
“A nymph?” His question had less enthusiasm than before. I was sure he was running out of guesses.
“Nymphs are tied to water, not nature.” The room was filled with silence as Gojo tried to think of something else.
“A deity?” He sounded dejected, convinced my answer would be another no.
I kept my expression neutral despite my body stiffening. He guessed right. Vague, but still correct. I decided to ignore him until Itadori woke up and started downloading useful apps on my phone then arranged them how I wanted. Gojo stayed quiet for some time though the burn of his gaze never left me.
“You are! Aren’t you?” He exclaimed, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. Fucking hell I didn’t notice him walk over to me. “What are you doing here?”
“I followed you here, or did you forget?” I kept my eyes trained on the black cloth covering his.
He frowned at my response and tightened his grip on my chin. I couldn’t tell if he was stupid or trusted me not to attack him. I couldn’t access all of my magic, not yet, but that didn’t mean I was defenseless. He guessed correctly and knew it, so why was he reckless enough to grab my face and squeeze?
“What’s going on? Why are you holding her?” At the sound of Itadori’s voice, I glanced over at him to see him look down at his bound torso. “Why am I tied up?”
Gojo let go of me and moved to sit back down. While he explained everything to Itadori, I leaned back in my seat and continued getting my phone how I liked it. Fushiguro had responded to my text with a simple ‘ok’ while Gojo had sent me a winky face. I was starting to think he was going to be an incessant flirt, though I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to play along. Technically, I’d initiated it earlier but I was just trying to throw him off guard, not start something between us.
“With that, allow me to say it once more. You’re being executed.” I glanced up to see Gojo make finger guns and point them to his right then left. He was being casual about Itadori’s situation, but it made sense considering the rest of the story.
“The recap and current events don’t line up, though.” Itadori glanced over at me from where he had been watching Gojo.
“Hey, I did my best. The execution’s still on, but I got your sentence suspended.” If I hadn’t watched the anime, I would be as confused as Itadori right now. While Gojo talked to the elders, I was with Itadori being watched by guards.
“Suspended? So you’re not killing me right away?” Itadori continued alternating between looking at Gojo and I.
“Yup.” Gojo reached into his pocket and took out one of Sukuna’s fingers. “I’ll explain from the top. This is the same as the cursed object you ate. There are twenty in total. We possess six of them.”
“Twenty? Oh, each finger and toe?” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at Itadori’s question. It made sense, but if there are twenty of the same thing then they’re all fingers.
“No, Sukuna has four arms.” Gojo proceeded to throw the finger into the air then blast it with cursed energy. A large dent formed in the wall where the finger was now stuck. Gojo stood and retrieved the finger while he continued speaking. “As you can see, we can’t destroy them. The curse is just that powerful. The curse grows stronger by the day, and the seals of modern-day jujutsu sorcerers can’t keep up. That’s where you come in. When you die, the curse inside you will die, as well. Our elders are cowards, you know. They’re demanding we kill you right away. But that would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”
“A waste?” Itadori had been solely watching Gojo while he explained about Sukuna.
“There’s no guarantee another vessel capable of handling Sukuna will ever be born again.” Gojo kept his face pointed at Itadori, but his eyes flicked over at me for a moment. I probably did have potential as a vessel, but I did not want Sukuna yammering away inside my head all the time. “So this is what I proposed: If we’re going to kill you anyway, why not not kill you after you’ve absorbed all of Sukuna? The higher-ups agreed. So now you have two options before you. You can die right now, or you can find all the parts of Sukuna and die after you’ve absorbed them.”
“Can I have some time to decide?” Itadori sounded wary about his options, but there was conviction in his tone.
“You have until the end of the day.” Has it really been that long? Had we been awake all night?
“What about her?” Itadori’s hazel eyes were full of concern as they focused on me.
“Davis will be enrolled at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School as a first year.” Gojo put Sukuna’s finger back in his pocket and sat down in his chair again. “The higher-ups want to make sure she isn’t a threat.”
“They want you to be my.” I paused to gesture between Itadori and I. “Our babysitter.”
“No. They want me to keep watch over the two of you in case something happens.” Gojo straightened his posture and lifted his chin. It was surprisingly fun to tease him. He was usually so carefree and cocky.
“Translation: you’re a glorified babysitter.” I grinned at Gojo while he glared at me.
“Can I visit my friends at the hospital?” Itadori asked Gojo before he could refute what I said.
“Sure.” Gojo untied Itadori and led us out of the room.
We walked to the hospital in Sendai together. During the short journey, Itadori and I swapped numbers. He asked me, so I assumed he had already decided what he was going to do. When we reached the building, Gojo and I stayed outside while Itadori went in. We sat on a bench together and occupied ourselves with our phones while waiting.
“So . . . what are you capable of?” Gojo couldn’t stay quiet for two damn minutes.
“Why do you want to know so badly?” I looked up to find him already facing me, mildly frustrated he wouldn’t give up.
“I’m just curious.” I wasn’t naive enough to believe him. People with power always have something up their sleeve and it’s rarely what you would expect.
“You already know more than I was planning on revealing. If you want an answer to your question, you’ll have to wait and see.” I turned away from Gojo, keeping him in my peripheral vision.
I decided to download Snapchat earlier just in case and opened the app to see that Gojo had added me, likely from his contacts. I added him back and opened the picture he sent to find that it was of me sitting on the bench before we started talking. It was a good picture, so I took a screenshot of it but didn’t send anything back.
I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Besides, he’s technically my teacher and I wasn’t going to risk him getting fired or me getting expelled if something happened between us. I couldn’t risk losing my safety net here, Jujutsu Tech.
“I guessed right then.” Gojo nudged my arm with his elbow, but I just responded with a grunt. “What kind of deity are you?”
“Why do you believe that so easily?” I gave up on trying to ignore him and get me to leave me alone.
“If curses are real, it’s not far-fetched to believe other things can be real as well.” His explanation reminded me of how I was when I accepted what I was.
I went back to my phone to find that Fushiguro and Itadori had added me on Snapchat and added them back. We were going to be classmates, it made sense to have two ways to contact them and we would probably make a group chat at some point in the case of missions and such.
Before Gojo had enough time to ask another question, Itadori came out of the hospital and sat down on the bench with us. Gojo looked up at a plume of smoke rising from the back of the hospital while I put my phone away.
“Who passed away?” Gojo’s tone was solemn and sympathetic.
“My grandpa. Although he was like a father to me.” I recognized the pain in Itadori’s voice, so I reached over and gently grasped his hand in support.
“I see. Sorry it happened at a time like that.” Gojo paused for a moment, waiting for the moment to pass before speaking again. “So, have you decided what you want to do?”
“Are casualties like these from curses pretty common?” His tone didn’t give it away, but the determination in Itadori’s hold on my hand told me his question was out of curiosity.
“This one was a rather exceptional case, but in terms of the damage, it happens all the time. It’s a good night when someone dies a normal death after encountering a curse. Finding a body that’s all torn apart is on the better end of the outcomes. If you plan to hunt down Sukuna, you’re going to witness some gruesome scenes, and I can’t guarantee you won’t end up that way yourself. So choose your hell.” When Gojo finished speaking, we sat in silence for a few seconds before Itadori let go of my hand and walked back inside the hospital.
Gojo and I followed him into the morgue where he collected his grandfather’s bones and placed them in an urn. The grim atmosphere prevented Gojo from pestering me for the time being. All you could hear in the room was the soft scraping of Itadori picking up the bones and the clink when they fell. Gojo would occasionally brush the back of his hand against mine, but I couldn’t tell whether or not it was on purpose.
“If all the parts of Sukuna were gone, would there be fewer people who get harmed by curses?” Itadori asked as he gathered the last of the bones.
“Of course.” Gojo’s voice was lighthearted, which didn’t exactly fit the circumstances.
“Do you still have that finger?” Itadori walked over to us and cautiously took the finger from Gojo. “Looking at it again, it’s pretty disgusting.”
Itadori hesitantly put the cursed object in his mouth and swallowed it, gagging immediately. I felt Gojo tense beside me and instinctively grabbed his wrist to keep him from doing anything until we saw what happened. I could feel him tense as black marks appeared on Itadori’s skin, prompting me to grasp him a little tighter. We both relaxed as the black marks disappeared and Itadori maintained control of himself.
“Gross! So gross it’s funny!” Itadori looked over at us, noticing that I was still holding Gojo’s wrist. I immediately let go and let him take control of the situation. “Something wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I take it this means you’ve steeled your resolve?” Gojo waved his hand in the air.
I glanced down to the table where the bones were and noticed a faint pink mark on Gojo’s wrist. I accidentally gripped him harder than I meant to. Oh well, at least now he’s felt a fraction of my strength and hopefully he knows that wasn’t all of it. I don’t want him overconfident in his ability to overpower me.
“Not at all. I’m still wondering why I have to be executed, but I can’t just do nothing about the curse. I’ll eat every part of Sukuna, I don’t care what happens from there. I’ve already decided how I’m going to die.” Itadori started by sounding hesitant, but by the end his tone was only filled with determination.
“Nice! I like people like you. Sounds like a fun hell awaits. Make sure you’re packed by the end of the day.” As Gojo went to open the door, I realized that I didn’t have any belongings beside what I found in the hospital room. Hopefully Gojo would let me go shopping while Itadori packs.
“We going somewhere?” Itadori asked as Gojo opened the door to reveal a bandaged Fushiguro.
“Tokyo.” I felt bad for Fushiguro, he’s always getting his ass whooped.
“Fushiguro! You’re looking good!” Itadori exclaimed, offering the black haired teen a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but snicker, Fushiguro looked like shit.
“You think so after seeing this?” Fushiguro retorted angrily, but he controlled his frustration. “You’re going to transfer to the same school for jujutsu sorcerers I attend.”
“Huh?” Itadori was clearly confused, despite hearing about the school earlier today when Gojo said I would be joining the first years.
“Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School.” Fushiguro responded with a small hint of frustration regarding Itadori’s ignorance.
“By the way, you’re the fourth first year.” Gojo added, holding up four fingers.
“Only four?” Itadori was clearly shocked by how few students there would be considering the number of students in a class at a normal high school.
While Itadori went to visit his grandfather’s grave and pack, I convinced Gojo to let me go shopping. He questioned my need for it until I told him I had just arrived in Japan when I passed by the high school. He was reluctant at first, yet he followed me everywhere we went.
On the way to the train to Tokyo, Gojo made us go with him to buy more kikufuku. I offered to pay, but he refused and insisted that since he was older than us it was his job to pay. We ate it all on the bullet train.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
I followed Gojo up the stairs into the living room, which I assumed to be his or a jujutsu safe house. He didn’t lean against the back of the couch nonchalantly. He stood directly in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. His bright blue eyes slightly narrowed in concentration behind his blindfold.
“How do we get you to your full capability?” He asked with none of the lightness I had grown used to.
Turning away from the heat in his gaze, I mimicked his position and gazed out the back window. Sunlight shone through the leaves on the tree, casting them in varying shades of green. If I focused, I could pick out each blade of grass and the ant carrying a leaf several times its weight. I watched as a gust of wind swept through the grass, picking up the leaf and carrying the ant along with it. With a shaky breath, I ran my hand across my face and brushed my hair back.
“I don’t know what will happen, so we should do this in the backyard.” I walked through the house to the door. “I don’t want to burn the house down by accident.”
The chill of winter was fading as we stepped outside. When I reached the center of the small yard, I turned around to face Gojo. He was staring at me with the same concentration as before. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on my right leg. I knew I needed to do this, but I didn’t know what changes to expect.
“You have to . . .” I trailed off and shifted my gaze to the cherry blossom tree in the neighbor’s yard.
“Have to?” Gojo placed a hand on my shoulder.
“You have to say ‘Calliope, I free you from your shackles’ . . . as if to a lover.” My eyes snapped the white haired man as his laughter rang through the air.
“That’s it? Oh, sweetheart.” He tenderly held the side of my face, leaning down until his lips caressed my ear. “Calliope, I free you from your shackles.”
I cried out and closed my eyes, clutching onto his jacket as a rush of euphoric, agonizing pain wracked through me. Pulsing waves of electricity coursed through my skin and ice swam through my veins. The dam holding back my power had broken, allowing uncontrollable energy to rush through my body. It begged to be released and pushed against my skin, making my body feel as if it would explode.
“Back up.” I grunted as I unfisted my hands and patted Gojo’s chest. “I don’ wanna hurt you.”
He held me for a moment or so before he did what I asked and stepped away from me. I bent over with whiteknuckled hands on my thighs while I tried to figure out what the hell to do to make the pain go away. This was my power. It didn’t control me. I control it. I’m a nature goddess. The nature goddess.
I dropped to my knees and dug my hands into the ground, fingers stained brown with the dirt in my fists. Grass and vines wrapped around my arms, making their way up to my shoulders while I tried to concentrate through the most excruciating high of my life. I could feel life teeming in the world around me and death, loss balancing it out. I could feel the worms and plants in the dirt, the birds in the air, the fish in the sea. I could feel everything. Most of all, I could feel the cycle of life that kept this planet alive.
With closed eyes and a deranged half smile on my lips, I grabbed the vines twisted around me and tilted backwards until my spine arched and hair rested on the ground. Shifting wasn’t enough. I pictured my body turning into dozens of golden eagles. A familiar itch ignited under my skin, then everything pulled apart and snapped into place.
I took to the skies, gazing down at the world through hundreds of razor sharp eyes. Everything looked so much smaller, yet also wider like a giant had stomped on the ground and flattened everything out. I could make out small rodents on the ground as well as people’s facial expressions. I spread out and flew across the neighborhood for a few minutes, enjoying the rush of the wind under my wings and ruffling my feathers.
I found the backyard Gojo was watching me from and pulled myself back into the body I’d spent my entire life in. I stumbled into Gojo with a soft laugh and a grin as my feet touched solid ground again. He caught me around the waist with a sly smile. He tilted his head to the side and gently touched the bottom of the scar that went over my left eye.
Only one other person had ever touched my scars, any of them, so tenderly and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. My grin softened to a warm smile. I didn’t slap his hand away from my face, let go of where I had grabbed his jacket, nor backed away. Gojo’s finger trailed down my cheek until it brushed across my lips. He slowly pulled down my bottom lip. This time, I didn’t resist the urge to run my tongue along the pad of his thumb.
‘You’re fucking amazing.’ Gojo’s sensual voice in my head made me step back slightly in surprise.
“Did you do that on purpose?” I asked him with an accidental hint of vehemence.
“Do what?” He responded with his trademark grin.
“Don’t play stupid.” I snapped back. I had perfected staying out of people’s heads unless they meant for me to hear something. The only way I could have heard his words in my mind was if he intended for me to hear it.
“Fine, you caught me. I was testing something out.” He admitted with a casual wave of his hand, which he put back on my waist.
“You wanted to know how my telepathy works.” I pointed out what he omitted
I grasped one of his hands and led him back inside to sit on the couch. He sat down beside me with his torso leaned towards me in avid interest rather than casually against the cushions like I had expected. I didn’t realize we were still holding hands until Gojo ran a finger across my knuckles.
“I can listen to everything people think, but I don’t. It’s rude and honestly, all that damned blabbering gets annoying. Instead, I block out everything people think except for what they want me to hear. I would only ever go through someone’s thoughts or memories if I had to.” I explained slowly, cautiously. I suspected that he would respond with his usual carefree attitude or tell me part of what he really thought. He was too careful to tell me if he felt threatened.
“Would it hurt if you dug through someone’s head?” He asked with a pensive expression.
“I could make it hurt, or I could make it so they barely know I’m there. If I’m just listening, no one could feel it.” I watched him as I explained. He didn’t look worried or scared, he just looked like he was thinking. Probably about how useful I could be.
“Is it possible to prevent you from reading someone’s mind?” His tone sounded as if the question was more than hypothetical or pure curiosity.
“Yes, but it takes practice. It’s difficult for most people to perfect, and I could still force my way through their walls.” I answered his question casually compared to the previous ones.
“Has anyone gotten past yours?” He gently squeezed my hand when I looked away and pursed my lips in frustration.
“Once.” I glanced over at Gojo for a second to see him preparing to ask what happened. “I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Understandable.” The contemplative look on his face suddenly lightened and his lips lifted into a grin. “Want a tour of the house?”
“Sure, I guess.” I gazed at Gojo in mild confusion at his sudden change in attitude, which honestly shouldn’t have surprised me given how many times it’s happened.
“Come on then.” He stood and pulled me up with him.
Rather than giving me a proper house tour, he led me past the kitchen to the stairs leading to the second story of the house. He guided me past several doors until he found the one he wanted and opened it. Gojo let go of my hand once I entered the room behind him. It was a bedroom with dark red walls, a stone floor, and a grey rug. The king sized bed had a white comforter, white pillows, as well as red and black blankets folded at the foot and a black and red pillow at the head to match.
I walked farther into the room, but I didn’t want to pry so I turned around to see Gojo shut the door. He sauntered over to me and gently placed a hand on my waist as he stopped less than a foot in front of me. I had a suspicion as to why he brought me here, and to be quite honest, I wanted the same thing despite what could happen if someone found out.
I reached forward to loosely wrap my arms around Gojo’s waist, allowing him to take the lead. I wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this, and I didn’t want to make a wrong move. He cupped my face with his free hand and leaned down until his lips pressed against mine. My eyes closed as I eagerly kissed him back.
He took this as a sign that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The hand on my waist shifted to hold the small of my back, pulling me into him until our bodies were pressed together. Gojo teasingly licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I willingly gave. Our tongues and lips moved together like we had done this before. He tasted sweet with a hint of mint, and I wanted more.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine, making me whine softly at the loss of contact. After we caught our breath, Gojo straightened his posture and let go of my face. His thumb hooked under the bottom of the black cloth covering his eyes and swiftly pulled it off. I couldn’t help but gasp quietly at the sight of his bright blue eyes. My hand instinctively let go of his waist to reach up and touch the soft skin under his right eye.
“I thought you could see through the blindfold?” He teased, clearly expecting my reaction.
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Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
I opened my eyes with a gasp and slowly sat up, pressing a hand to my chest to feel a new scar between my breasts. My head was pounding. This always fucking happened. I looked over to my right to see Itadori laying on a metal table, completely naked. Fuck’s sake, I was in the morgue. At least they didn’t bury me or cut me open already. Waking up in a shallow grave was not something I’d like to go through again.
I swung my legs over the table I was on and stumbled over to my classmate despite being naked in front of watching eyes. I looked over Itadori’s chest to find a hole between his pecs. I moved to touch the gaping hole, but thought better of it and grabbed his arm instead.
“Fuck. Shit. You stupid idiot.” I grumbled at the lifeless body in front of me.
I couldn’t do a damned thing about what was going on inside Sukuna’s innate domain. Fushiguro and I had tried to tell Itdadori not to switch with Sukuna, but he did it anyway and the two of us paid the price. I stood there, in the cold, watching Itadori’s face for signs of life as my head pounded.
“How long was I out?” I finally asked whoever was in here watching me, probably thinking I was mourning my dead classmate.
“Twelve hours, give or take.” Gojo’s voice came from several feet behind me.
“That’s longer than normal.” I responded blandly.
“This has happened before?” He asked as I felt something soft being draped over my shoulders.
“No one’s ever ripped my heart out, but this is the eighth time I’ve died and come back.” My voice was as cold as the room I was in. I knew what Sukuna was, I knew he was dangerous, and yet I was stupid enough to give him the opprotunity to kill me. I let him rip my heart out.
“We need you at full power.” Gojo’s voice was now to my left, but I didn’t turn to look at him.
“I know.” I’d already made up my mind once I opened my eyes.
I let go of Yuji’s arm as he sat up. He looked over at me and grinned when he saw me standing next to him. He jumped down from the table and wrapped his arms around me, knocking Gojo’s jacket from my shoulders in the process. I eagerly hugged him back, not a care in the world about how our bare bodies were pressed together.
“Welcome back!” Gojo exclaimed loudly, making my head start throbbing again..
With his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, Yuji held me to him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, reveling in the warmth radiating off of him. The chill in the room didn’t seem to affect him apart from the spattering of goosebumps along his skin.
“How are you so calm about this?” Itadori murmured in my ear.
“It’s not the first time I’ve died and come back.” I responded with a shrug.
“What?!” He stepped away from me and took a good look at my body for the first time.
“I’ve drowned. Then I was shot, stabbed.” I pointed at a circular scar on my chest then turned around and pointed at my back.
“What about the other times?” Itadori asked while Gojo instructed a woman to get us clothes.
“Shot or stabbed usually. Except for the last time. Sukuna ripped my heart out, like you.” I gently poked Itadori where the hole in his chest used to be. I left out the one I wasn’t sure of. The plane crash that killed my parents. If I died like everyone else, it would’ve been the first time.
Gojo left the room to talk to the woman while Yuji and I got dressed. His fingers were wrapped around mine the second my fingers were free, pulling me with him to the bench on the wall. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled me onto his lap, placing my hand on his shoulder as I straddled him.
His hands slid around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck. My hips fell into his as he leaned into the wall and drew me closer. I breathed him in as his warmth seeped into me, chasing away the cold. The feel of his solid arms around me kept me rooted.
I had never spent longer than a few hours in between life and death. The longer I spent in that cold, dark, timeless, nothing, the larger the toll was. My body was fine, near perfect even, yet I slumped into Yuji.
For what felt like twelve days, I was in limbo. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel. There was only the ice running through my veins. Ice I could still feel traces of as Yuji and I clung to each other.
I felt Yuji lift his head when Gojo rentered the room, but his chin quickly fell back down to my shoulder. His hold on me tightened, pressing our chests together, as a soft growl resounded beside my ear.
“Come on!” Gojo called.
Yuji groaned into my ear and gently patted my sides. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I climbed off of him. Yuji wrapped his arm around my neck and wiggled his fingers the second he was on his feet. I interlaced my fingers with his and wrapped my arm around his waist as Gojo led us out of the room.
Without being seen by someone who would recognize us, we followed our sensei out of Jujutsu Tech to an inconspicuous house in Tokyo. He led us through the house to the small basement with a couch, TV, and coffee table covered in DVDs.
“You’re a head above the rest when it comes to close combat, Yuji. So what you need to learn right now is how to control cursed energy as well as the bare minimum of jujutsu knowledge.” Gojo paused when he noticed Yuji wasn’t paying much attention. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I figured you’d be the best person to train me, so I’m just happy. I’m weak and I couldn’t save anybody. Worse, I nearly killed Fushiguro. As I am now, I won’t be able to face them. I want to become strong. Teach me to be the strongest.” Yuji explained.
“You’ve got a keen eye.” Gojo sounded like Itadori had done nothing but stroke his ego.
“Sensei, you’re the one who called yourself the strongest.” Itadori’s response made me bite my lip to muffle a laugh.
“All right, first, take a look at those drink cans over there.” There was an orange and a green can on the table. One can crumpled while the other can twisted. “This is with cursed energy, and this with a cursed technique.”
“I see.” Yuji took another look at the cans then shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
“Right, well . . . think of cursed energy as electricity, and cursed techniques as appliances. Electricity by itself is hard to use, right? That’s why we run electricity through appliances to achieve various results. Here, I just fired off pure cursed energy. Here, I channeled cursed energy into a cursed technique to activate it and twist the can with jujutsu.” Gojo explained, but Itadori still didn’t fully grasp what he was being taught.
“In other words, I’m about to learn a very, very good cursed technique?!” Itadori sounded so excited, I kinda felt bad for him.
“No, you can’t use cursed techniques. Setting aside simple shikigami and barriers, cursed techniques are fundamentally etched into your body from the day you’re born. So the power of a jujutsu sorcerer is roughly 80% innate talent.” With Gojo’s clarification, Yuji let go of me, paled, and fell to the ground.
“You okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him while gently holding his cheek.
“I just thought I’d be able to pull off thunder or fire or a power bomb or something. This sucks. I wanted to pull off a Spirit Gun or Bankai, or Rasengan, or a Dodon Ray. I wanted to fire off a Kamehameha!” Yuji complained, staring up at the ceiling.
“Let’s ignore what you can’t do! We’ll get you to imbue your fighting style with cursed energy. I’m way more scared of someone who can force their way through with the basics than I am of inferior jujutsu. Like I just said, your talent for close combat is top-notch.” Gojo’s declaration snapped Itadori out of his self pity which urged me to stand and offer him a hand to help him up. “Negative emotions are the source of cursed energy.”
“So you have to constantly be flipping out to use cursed energy? Now that you mention it, Fushiguro’s always a bit snappy.” Yuji asked as he took my hand and stood up.
“Not like that. Everyone’s trained to produce cursed energy using the faintest sparks of emotion. They’ve also trained on how to not waste cursed energy when emotions are flaring too. There are several methods to train this. I’ll be having you use a pretty exhausting one.” Gojo’s masterpiece idea sounded more daunting that it really was.
“Like what?” Yuji asked warily as he pulled me into him.
“Watching movies.” Gojo said with a grin.
“Watching movies?” Yuji looked over at the coffee table.
“Yup. Everything from masterpieces to C-grade horror films and terrible French movies. You’ll be watching them nonstop as long as you’re awake. Of course, you won’t just be watching them. You’ll be watching them with this guy.” Gojo then held up a brown cursed doll with blue boxing gloves on that appeared to be asleep.
“What’s with the cute but creepy doll?” Yuji hesitantly let go of me and reached out for the cursed corpse.
“It’s cute? It’s a cursed corpse the principal made.” Gojo handed the doll over.
“Ah, I knew it! It has his sense!” Yuij fiddled with the doll for a bit. It stayed still for a while before it started moving its arms. “And? I don’t understand what you’re getting at here.”
“Don’t be hasty, now. You’ll see soon.” As Gojo finished speaking, the doll woke up and punched Yuji in the face. He dropped the doll, stumbled back, and held his face. “That cursed corpse will wake up and attack you, just like that, if you don’t keep pouring a set amount of cursed energy into it. Like I just said, we have all kinds of movies available here. Heart-throbbers, thrillers, exciting ones, ones that’ll make you cry, laugh, or feel disgusted. Your first goal is to watch an entire movie, from start to finish, without waking the cursed corpse.”
Gojo walked over to the coffee table with all the movies on it and looked through them. “This trains you to maintain a steady output of cursed energy, no matter what emotions you feel. You can’t use too much or too little. I have it set to the faint level of cursed energy you can produce right now, but it’ll steadily start demanding greater output, so don’t let your guard down.”
“I couldn’t let it down even if I wanted to.” Yuji responded as he held the doll. He was able to put it to sleep, but started a pattern of it waking up and falling asleep. So far, he had managed to not get hit again.
“What do you want to start with? I recommend this one. The heroine’s annoying, but she dies spectacularly in the end.” Gojo knelt on the ground in between the coffee table and the TV with the DVD player.
“Major spoilers. I say we start off with an action -” Yuji was cut off when the doll woke up and punched him in the face, which made him throw the doll down. “Oh, come on!”
“Hey, even if you’re irritated, keep the cursed energy steady.” Gojo instructed him as Yuji chose a movie and put it in the DVD player. “Oh, right. Did you talk to Sukuna while you were dead?”
“Talk?” Yuji asked while he tried to keep the doll from attacking him.
“When he fixed your heart, did he propose any conditions or contracts?” Gojo clarified while the movie started playing in the background.
“Oh, I think we did talk about something but I can’t remember what it was.” Yuji responded, holding the squirming doll.
“I see.” Gojo stared at Yuji for a bit, then turned to me. “Callie, come with me.”
“Good luck, Yuji.” I hugged my classmate then followed Gojo up out of the basement.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
Gojo called after us to ‘have fun’ while Itadori and I opened the door. We walked through an empty garage to the first floor of the building. Itadori started to look around while Kugisaki and I headed for the stairs.
“What a pain in my ass. I come all the way to Tokyo and I still have to deal with dumb curses.” Kugisaki grumbled while we headed for the second floor.
“You enrolled at a jujutsu school, what else would you expect?” I snapped back at her.
“Huh? You didn’t come here to exorcise them?” Itadori asked while he followed us up the stairs.
“Let’s save some time. We should split up. I’ll start from the top and investigate floor by floor. You two start from the bottom. Let’s knock this out and grab some sushi in Ginza” Kugisaki was too cocky. It kinda reminded me of Gojo, but at least Gojo had the skills to back up his attitude.
“Hold on a minute. Let’s take this seriously. Curses are dangerous, you know.” When Itadori finished speaking, Kugisaki moved to kick him but I caught her ankle before she connected.
“I don’t wanna hear it from someone who last week was a clueless normie!” She yelled at him when I dropped her ankle. “Now get moving!”
“You’re an out of control roller coaster of emotions today!” Itadori yelled back at her as she started moving upstairs.
“This is why girls don’t like you!” She responded, yelling loud enough for us to hear.
“How do you know they don’t like me, huh?! Are you even popular enough to talk? Bitch.” Itadori started by shouting back at her, but grumbled the last bit.
“I’ll start on the second floor and work up. When you clear this one, go to the third.” I told Itadori then followed Kugisaki up the stairs.
I texted Gojo to not call me by my full name while climbing the stairs. Only my birth family called me Calliope and I wasn’t on the best of terms with them. So far, my classmates had only called me by my last name. If Gojo stopped, they ought to do the same
I walked through the building, searching for the unmistakable feeling of cursed energy. I could feel cursed energy coming from all around, though it was strongest to my right. I silently went into a room with an open door, the room where the energy was coming from.
I couldn't see a curse, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. I closed my eyes and focused on the energy of the room. The moment I opened my eyes and turned to face the far right corner, a curse the size of a large dog emerged from where the walls met and attacked me. It had four legs, but it seemed to be able to walk on two if need be.
I dodged the attack and jumped as it charged at me again. Wrapping my arms around the curse’s neck, I felt for the cursed energy fueling it. The curse bucked in my grasp, knocking me onto my back. I used the new position to trap it with my legs and held the struggling curse to my chest.
With one arm across what resembled its neck, I locked my wrist in my elbow and pulled. My back arched, hips and shoulders digging into the concrete beneath me. Warm liquid spilled down my arms and face as I separated the curse’s head from its body.
Chest rising and falling as I caught my breath, I pushed myself up and continued to the fourth floor where Kugisaki should be. I ran into a room just in time to see something brown and furry jump out of the building. I ran after it and pulled out the katana at the same time. I twisted in the air as I fell, swinging the blade so it cut the curse in half.
I instinctively released my wings from where I kept them tucked under my skin moments before crashing into the ground. My auburn wings unfurled, catching the air and slowing my descent. I landed gracefully on my feet and tucked my wings back in while sheathing the cursed weapon.
I looked up from where I put away the katana to see Fushiguro and Gojo standing in front of me. Fushiguro had his mouth open in shock while Gojo just smirked. I casually walked over to them as if I didn’t sprout wings seconds ago while Kugisaki and Itadori ran out of the building.
“Holy shit! Are you okay!” Itadori screamed as he wrapped me in a tight bear hug.
“I’m fine.” I grinned at how eager he was to check on me and hugged him back. It lasted longer than a normal hug between friends would.
‘You make things interesting, little mouse.’ Sukuna’s voice resonated in my mind.
‘Is that a compliment, little maggot?’ I responded to the nagging voice in my head, though it was more lighthearted than the threats I bestowed upon him last night.
‘I don’t give compliments. You should know how to address your betters.’ Sukuna retorted as Itadori let go of me and stepped back.
‘You’re my elder, not my better.’ I replied to the curse casually.
“How are you alive?” Kugisaki asked. She was trying to remain indifferent, but there was a hint of relief in her tone.
“Take a look at this.” Gojo told her, holding his phone out to her and Itadori. He must’ve managed to snap a picture of my wings before I tucked them back in.
“What? How?” Itadori rapidly glanced between the picture and me.
“Gojo didn’t tell you?” I asked, to which he shook his head no. “I’m the goddess of nature.”
I prayed that the gamble would play off. No one but myself knew exactly what kind of deity I was. Gojo and whoever he told only knew I was one tied to nature. I guess you could say, I was Mother Nature in goddess form. Well, I’m not Gaia but we’re ignoring her for now, okay?
“The goddess of nature?” Itadori asked in bewilderment. I couldn’t tell if he believed me and was having a hard time accepting it, or if he thought I had lost my marbles.
“As far as I know, I’m the only one.” I turned to Gojo. “Can we go get sushi? I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, sure. Callie come with me to take the kid home. The rest of you go ahead and text one of us where you decide to go.” Gojo gestured for me and the kid to follow him.
We all split off how we were instructed. We walked in a comfortable silence only broken by asking the kid directions to where he lives. Once we saw him off and made sure he got home safe, Gojo gently grasped my hand in his and intertwined our fingers. It was nice, comfortable. His hand was warm and soft. His long fingers dwarfed and surrounded mine.
“You don’t seem as powerful as a goddess should be.” Gojo glanced down at me to see my reaction to his statement. I just frowned slightly at his observation.
“You noticed that?” I asked nonchalantly to hide how I really felt about it. I’ve known the truth about myself for six years now, but I wasn’t ready to accept my full power yet. If I told Gojo the truth and how he could force me to access the rest, he’d probably do it so I would be a better jujutsu sorcerer.
“You should’ve been able to exorcise that building faster.” This man was too smart for his own good. “What’s wrong?”
“Trust issues.” I kept my answer vague on purpose. It’s not that I didn’t trust him specifically.
“I get it. You don’t want to tell me.” Gojo stopped walking and pulled on my hand until I turned to face him. He raised his other hand and brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “One day, you’ll trust me enough to tell me.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, sensei.” I smiled grimly at him, the pain I’d endured in my eyes.
“Is it wrong that it turns me on when you call me that?” Gojo smirked down at me, contrasting his humorless tone.
“Probably, but I don’t judge.” I’d be lying if I said his confession didn’t make me want to keep calling him sensei.
“Even though you’re a goddess?” He cupped my chin and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I’m not the goddess of the dead.” My lip brushed against the pad of his thumb while I spoke, urging me to wrap my tongue around his finger and pull it into my mouth.
“Come on. They picked a place in Ginza.” Gojo dropped his hand from where he was holding my face and tugged me along with him. “Why are you here?”
“What?” I looked up at him to see his lips pursed in concentration.
“All deities have a purpose, right? So, what’s yours?” Gojo finally asked a question that I didn’t mind answering, but only because he already knew so much.
“I’m supposed to convince people to start praying to the old European gods again. Don’t ask me how, I have no fucking idea.” Talking about my heritage made my wings tighten and shift under my skin.
“Such a dirty mouth, maybe I should clean it out.” Gojo’s blatant innuendo pushed the pain in my back to the recesses of my mind.
“How would you do that, sensei?” I responded seductively. This little game we were playing could be dangerous, but that only made it more alluring. I wanted him, he wanted me, and we both knew it.
“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?” He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“We should hurry, don’t want to keep them waiting too long.” I grinned at the surprise on his face and turned to find that we were less than a block away from the sushi place.
I let go of Gojo’s hand when I saw the restaurant to keep whatever was going on between us a secret. We walked in together and sat down with the other first years. Somehow, Itadori and Kugisaki ended up sitting next to each other despite how much they argued. Gojo sat down beside Fushiguro and made him scoot over so I could fit on their side as well.
“Hey there. We made sure the kid got home.” Gojo told the others as we sat down.
The place we went to, which was probably chosen by Kugisaki, had a buy one get one deal on sushi so the others ordered two rolls while I ordered four. What could I say, I was hungry. Picking up Kugisaki and exorcising the abandoned building took a while, so it was dinner time when we got to the restaurant. Itadori and Kugisaki didn’t fight, Gojo made a few jokes, but they weren’t as terribly annoying as earlier. When we left, the arguing started up again.
“Oh, I forgot about my biggest haul of the day. Hey, you, go fetch my things.” Kugisaki demanded from Itadori. She was so fucking self centered. Her shit was in a storage locker all the way back in Harajuku. It was her fault she forgot it and left it there, she should go get it.
“Huh? Why should I do that? I thought we were even now.” Itadori refuted her demand. Good for him for sticking up for himself.
“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?” Kugisaki snapped back at him.
“We won because I jumped out a window. Stop acting so high and mighty. If it wasn’t for Itadori and I, that curse would’ve killed you and the boy. We took the situation seriously while you rushed in like the dumb bitch you are. Gojo’s arrogant, but at least he’s competent.” I lectured her, earning a prideful glance from my sensei after the last sentence.
“Did you just call me a bitch?” She shouted at me.
“I’m trying to make you realize that you need more than hubris if you’re going to survive becoming a jujutsu sorcerer.” I replied condescendingly.
The rest of the walk back to Jujutsu Tech wasn’t any less frustrating. Fushigro was annoyed that he didn’t get to join us. Kugisaki and Itadori kept arguing. Kugisaki would occasionally try to get a rise out of me. Gojo kept making jokes. I did my best to ignore them all, like Fushiguro. As soon as we got back to the school, I went straight to my room and went to bed.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, pet names, degradation, name calling, fingering, overstimulation, sadistic Sukuna, masochistic MC, submissive MC, manhandling, rough unprotected sex (ofc b/c Sukuna), blood kink, biting, scratching, cream pie
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
[Characters are 18+]
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
I fell asleep wrapped in my blankets holding the doll Principal Yaga attacked me with and woke up in darkness hours before morning. The pool of blood under my feet and tattooed man sitting on a throne of bones before me meant this was not one of my nightmares.
“Hello, little one.” Sukuna’s deep voice resonated through the room.
“How am I here?” I cautiously approached the king of curses.
“You must have been thinking about me.” His voice shifted behind me. I spun around to see his four red eyes focused on me.
“You seriously expect me to believe you didn’t summon me here?” I snarled at him. A recurring nightmare would be better than this shit.
“You look absolutely delicious, kitten.” His new nickname for me was considerably better than any of the previous ones.
He stepped closer to me and raised a hand. I didn’t flinch nor back away when he moved. I didn’t slap his hand away when he touched the bare skin of my waist. There was something about him in this moment that didn’t scare me like he should. I was desperate for this kind of attention. You could cut the sexual tension between Gojo and I with a knife. I needed to find a release, and the man standing before me had nothing but lust in his gaze.
When he saw my reaction, or lack thereof, he continued. He could give me what I wanted. He could give me what I craved. I needed someone I could submit to. Someone who could be an escape from constantly presenting myself as strong, powerful, unbeatable. The prospect of Sukuna being a sadist made me want him more in spite of the years of torture I endured.
“What are you thinking about, pet?” He asked as his hand traveled up my waist until his thumb brushed the underside of my breast.
“I want you.” I whined as he pressed his nail into my nipple.
“You should be scared of me.” His other hand wrapped around my neck, pushing up against my chin until I tilted my head back for him.
I placed my fingers over his and squeezed until he tightened his hold on my throat. My eyes struggled to stay open as he pulled me into him by my neck. I grabbed his kimono to steady myself and whined softly.
“Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” He clutched my throat tighter until my breaths shortened. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
“Can you satisfy me?” I couldn’t stop myself from taunting him.
Sukuna’s hand slid from my waist to my back and pulled me into him until our bodies were pressed together. He let go of my throat to grab the back of my head, roughly pulling my hair as he leaned in. He kissed and bit up my throat until his lips were beside my ear.
“I’ll be the best you’ve had.” His warm breath caressed my ear as he growled into it.
“Please, Sukuna.” How in hell did he have so much self control? He’d gone without sex for over a thousand years and yet he was teasing me while I willingly offered myself to him.
He trailed his hand down my back until his fingers touched my entrance. He grunted softly into my ear as he slid two fingers inside me. I couldn’t help but moan and arch into him, it had been so long since someone touched me like this.
He had barely started when his hand pulled away. I whined and looked up into his eyes to find him smirking down at me. His hands were on the backs of my thighs before I had time to ask why he stopped. Sukuna easily picked me up and laid me down. It should have been off putting lying in a pool of blood, but I didn’t notice it. The only thing on my mind was the man turned curse leaning over me.
I loosely wrapped my legs around his hips and slid my hands into the top of his kimono, pushing it across his shoulders. He let me do what I wanted, but took over when I needed his help with the sleeves. Sukuna slipped his arms from the garment then grabbed my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.
I hungrily kissed him back, wrapping an arm around his back to grasp his shoulder while the other trailed down his chest. He broke the kiss when my fingers slipped inside his kimono and reached for his erection.
“Such a desperate little whore.” When I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he pushed his hips into my fingers and slipped a hand in my shorts. “Is this what you want, pet?”
“Yes.” I moaned softly as he started massaging my clit, urging me to run my hand along his growing erection.
“Are you sure?” He snarled down at me, letting go of my throat to grab my wrists and pin them down above my head.
“Please.” I pushed my hips up into him.
His lips curled in a sadistic smile as he rubbed my clit in small, fast circles. My eyes closed as he easily pushed me closer and closer to my climax. The pleasure grew as his movements quickened. When my hips bucked up into him and the pleasure reached its peak, his fingers moved to delve into my wetness.
Two of his fingers pumped in and out of me, skillfully massaging my g-spot. I tried to move my hips in time with his fingers, but he placed a heavy leg on my thigh to keep me still. Once he had ensured that he was in control of my body, his movements became faster and harder. It wasn’t long until Sukuna had urged me to another orgasm.
As the intense pleasure wracked through me, his thumb began a rapid circular motion on my clit. He didn’t stop pumping his fingers, forcing my body to twist and writhe under him. He placed his other leg on my free thigh and tightened his hold on my wrists. Hardly able to move in an attempt to escape his pleasing torture, I could do nothing but allow my body to succumb to his incessant teasing. The pleasure was growing to the point of torturous overstimulation.
I screamed as I reached my third climax in less than half an hour, my back arching and twisting uncontrollably. The pleasure Sukuna evoked in me was so intense it reached painful heights. The way pleasure and pain mixed from just the way he touched me was invigoratingly addictive. I couldn’t get enough of him, and we hadn’t even undressed yet. No one had ever given me such incredible pleasure before. No one had given me the high reached when pleasure and pain combined so perfectly. No one, but him.
He removed his hand from my shorts as the orgasm passed and let go of my wrists while his legs moved to rest between mine again. I was already too exhausted from having three orgasms back to back without a break to move much. I looked up to see Sukuna kneeling over me with a smirk.
He removed his clothing, tossing it onto the ground not far from us then moved to take off my own. I leaned forward for him as he slipped my shirt from my body and lifted my hips as he removed my shorts. This was what I had been begging him for. He was finally about to give me what I really wanted.
His hungry gaze travelled down from my face, to my chest, then stopped at the mound between my legs. I could see the need in his eyes as he lined himself with my entrance, it was reflected within my own. He didn’t thrust into me slowly nor gently. He pushed his entire length into my tight walls with one harsh movement.
He thrusted into me roughly and relentlessly with his hands beside my head. I held his warm, muscular arms as he leaned over me. His red eyes gazed down into my green ones, both of us filled with lust and an insatiable need. A barely audible groan left his lips as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to reach deeper within me without obstructing his movements.
“You’re taking my cock so well, you dirty little slut.” He grabbed my chin and harshly turned my head to the side, lowering himself until our chests pressed together and his lips lightly brushed the skin on my neck. “You like it rough, don’t you pet?”
“Yes.” With my confession, he suddenly thrusted into me harder than I thought was possible.
He held my face in his strong grip and brushed one of his canines against the side of my throat. I moaned as the sharp tooth broke the skin and a trail of warm blood trailed down my neck into the pool below me. His tongue pressed into the wound, cleaning the blood from my skin with an inaudible groan then pounded into me with renewed vigor.
He pounded away at me so roughly, skillfully, and powerfully I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his skin until his blood ran down. Sukuna didn’t complain. Instead, he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts until I was screaming his name.
I lost count of the number of times he made me climax. I lost track of time as he thrusted into me so perfectly. I might’ve forgotten my own name at one point as the world around me shrank to no more than a perfect combination of agonizing pleasure and euphoric pain.
He groaned into my ear as his movements lost their rhythm and I came again. I felt his length twitch inside me as his climax finished. We laid there catching our breath for a few moments. It was the only break I had gotten so far, hours had likely passed since I fell asleep and appeared in his Innate Domain. The moment my breath started to slow, he pulled out of me, grabbed my hips, and turned me onto my stomach.
I didn’t need to ask to know what he wanted, what we wanted. I leaned on my arms and unsteadily raised my ass into the air. His large, calloused hands grabbed my hips as he thrusted back into my wetness. I cried out and reached behind me to grab his wrist, needing to hold something to steady myself as I became lost in the unending satisfaction. He was able to reach new depths in this position and effortlessly hit my g-spot with every thrust.
“Is this what you want, pet?” His grip on my hips tightened to the point of pain, such incredible pain. I whined and nodded as best I could, I had moaned and screamed myself hoarse. “Words, slut.”
“Yes!” I screamed as he forcefully pulled my hips back into his. “Please . . . don’t . . ungh . . . stop.”
“That’s it.” He growled in satisfaction, clawing at my hips until I started to bleed. “Who’s the best of your life?”
“You!” I moaned as I climaxed again, tightly holding his wrist as my body shook.
“Use my name, kitten.” He snarled the nickname degradingly.
“Sukuna.” I cried as his fingers dug into my skin and hips pounded into mine. “Ryoumen Sukuna.”
He didn’t slow his relentless pounding. He didn't loosen his hold on my hips. His movements continued to grow in strength and speed with each thrust. His name became a mantra, a prayer, on my lips as he continued to fuck me into oblivion. I screamed his name with each thrust. I begged and pleaded for him to use me how he wanted. I came countless times on his cock as he gave me everything I ever wanted from a man, everything I begged of him.
I didn’t know how long I had been there with his hands on me and his name on my lips. His thrusts lost their cadence as he came in me again. He knelt with his hips pressed to mine and his hands on my hips as we caught our breath. We stayed that way for a few minutes until he pulled out of me and I slumped onto the ground.
