(warnings: yandere, other stuff??? i rlly wanna make this a longshot but i dont have time rn so short blurb it is;-;)
Post Apocalypse AU with Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, and Choso all reluctantly working together in a settlement.
The dynamic is so interesting cuz on paper it should not work….yet it does??? Choso is gathering food and equipment. Sukuna is the weapons expert and is usually the one leading the raids on other settlements. Geto is the pseudo-leader and mostly holds things together. Gojo also helps in with raids and whatever else.
They aren't a found family at all. Choso barely speaks and acts more animal than human somedays. Sukuna mostly keeps to himself. Gojo and Geto are the ones who act the most friendly towards one another but everyone is constantly on edge. Peace on the settlement is nothing more than a fragile truce, but it works. On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
And then you come along, stumbling in the sand, desperate for any type of relief from the blistering hot sun. Sukuna and Gojo are the ones who find you. They haul you on their truck with barely a fight before rushing back to the settlement. Geto and Choso expect them to come back with more supplies and food, but they are far more pleased when they discover you in the truck.
It's been awhile since any of the men have touched something soft. They all thought whatever softness the world had left had blown away in the airy desert wind, but you proved them wrong.
Choso falls first. Being with you reminds him of those green summer days before the downfall of humanity, back when he was a good big brother and loved his family. You're his family now, and he'd shred everything who comes between the two of you.
Sukuna will never admit it, but he'll sit by your cot when youre asleep. He'll keep vigil, paranoid something may take you away when the others aren't watching. Somedays, you being here really feels like a dream and he doesn't ever want to wake up.
Suguru acts the most normal. He converses with you and laughs with you. He makes himself seem the most safe. He doesn't want to stir any turmoil within the settlement, but it would be nice if you preferred him over the others.
Satoru is the least overbearing, but that doesn't say much. He never had much faith in god, but after they found you, only good things have happened. things are finally turning up in his miserable life. he calls you his lucky star, though you never discover how serious he means it.
For years, they just survived, but now they're finally living.
Meanwhile, you are so grateful the men found you when they did. You truly are. No amount of thanking them will ever be enough repayment. Still, you can never find yourself truly comfortable in the settlement. The way they stare at you is always so intense, like they're daring you to run, just so they'd have the excuse to chase you. Anytime you even mention leaving, one of the men are quick to change topics.
You aren't an idiot. You see the changes they're making here. Choso keeps building the surrounding fences higher and higher, like hes trying to keep something in. Satoru keeps installing more locks and bolts. You caught Sukuna smuggling in a ragged nursery book a while back. There's something in Suguru's room that eerily resembles a bassinet.
On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
It wont be long before they expect you to earn yours.
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Summary: Nothing ancient and magical is ever really lost. When the descendants and heirs of the myths and legends come together to live a normal life, something - someone - is thrown into their plans. Bringing with them aid, magic and so much more.
Pairing: Eventual BTS x Reader
Genre: Poly, Romance, Fantasy
Chapter Warnings: Loooong funeral rites, somebody dies and lives again and reader is not around, eventually it’s gonna be a lot of world-building
Funerals, Seokjin’s grandmother used to say, are more for the living than for the dead, as most rituals tend to be. It is a way to provide time for the grieving to process their grief while dressing their dead. It is a time for families and friends to come together- a life’s end bringing a community together as much as a life’s beginning. It is a time for stories and for truths magnified and lies sharpened as the left behind share the good and never the bad about the dead.
“What good would it have done?” his grandmother said, a weary and bitter smile tugging at her thin lips, when his mother angrily eyed the other aged, albeit, younger woman across them at the other side of the pyre. They had just watched his grandfather’s body burned as per tradition when the woman from beyond the mountains he left them for arrived.
His grandfather was an attractive man from whom Seokjin inherited his broad shoulders and dark eyes. The fae blood still running strong in their line - always making them eye-catching, desirable and dangerous.
The most attractive man in the village, his grandmother used to say. He married his grandmother at the young age of 16, before he even presented, had children with her when he was 18 and left her when he was 22. He left them after a travelling caravan brought him the woman from beyond the mountains, and he stayed with her until he was 60 only to come back to his grandmother on his death bed.
Needless to say, Seokjin’s mother and two uncles were livid. Their relationship remained strained even after two decades of his grandfather trying to make amends. However, whatever hate his mother harbored for her father paled in comparison to the hatred she nurtured and cradled in her heart against the woman that took him away from them.
“What do you mean, what good would it have done?” his mother spat out, her hand tightening around the then eight year-old Seokjin’s. “How dare she even show her face here? She—”
Quietly, his grandmother held up a hand, silencing her child. Seokjin remembers how her grandmother’s pale eyes curved into a small smile directed to the woman from beyond the mountains. Soft and understanding, with a hint of heartbreak.
“We got your father’s body in the end.” His grandmother’s eyes flickered to the ashes on the ground. Most of the people have left, leaving their immediate family to stand still until the last of the cracking firewood burns out.
His mother blinked rapidly, watching the fire burn out and it was the only time Seokjin ever saw his mother look like a lost child. “But what’s good in a body?” she asked, voice cracking of lost childhood and longing. I wanted him alive, she perhaps thought, I wanted him around – I wanted him to stay.
Finally, as the embers died out and the woman from beyond the mountains retreated with her back hunched, his grandmother answered, lips shaking, “At least you have something to bury.”
Seokjin never understood what that meant. In his young mind, it didn’t matter whether you had the body or not, your loved one was still dead – gone to a place you cannot retrieve them from. However, now, looking at the empty pyre in front of him, Seokjin knows that he would give absolutely everything just to have something concrete to mourn over.
From beside him, tense and with angry eyes, he knows that Yoongi feels the same. The younger man stare angrily at the empty pile of wood and if he had even less control, he would’ve set it on fire easily.
Though angry, Seokjin could still see the thin film of tears that his friend refused to let go. He knows Yoongi blames himself for the emptiness in front of them and yet Seokjin doesn’t know how to comfort him yet – not when all of them are mourning. Across them, Namjoon stands tall beside Hoseok, their mourning robes painting them wan, the grief swaying them like windblown trees closer to each other. At the east is Jimin, shaking, his control of his powers loose, evident at the quick changing of the shade of his hair, and at the west is Taehyung, both carrying their dead brothers garments.
The villagers have already paid their respects to their family, leaving them to their own grief and process. Nobody wanted to mention how this funeral is a month too late, nobody dared. Not with Namjoon forming scouting troops week after week, not with Hoseok silencing anyone who dared insinuate Jungkook’s disappearance as anything but and definitely not with Yoongi’s glowering mood after every failed retrieval mission.
It was just a normal scouting day, Seokjin thinks. So normal it should’ve been suspicious. They hadn’t had an incident with any creatures or neighboring settlements in almost a year, so much so that they got confident – cocky, careless, even and sent their youngest out alone.
Jungkook was so excited, as he always was, and bragged that he’d catch a bear AND a wild pig for dinner. But hours passed, then days… he didn’t come back. By the second day of his disappearance, Namjoon and Hoseok went out to scout, only to come back empty handed. The third day was followed by Taehyung and Jimin, the fourth with Yoongi and himself – and yet, every time, they came back defeated. The whole settlement then pitched in, volunteering to come with and expand their area of search.
The first week was easy, logistically. The second, not-so much. At every failed attempt, the morale and hope dipped deeper and deeper.
It wasn’t until the third week that one of the remaining elders approached Namjoon about a funeral. Yoongi almost went mad, upturning the table inside their home, when the elder reminded them of how Jungkook’s soul will suffer if not guided properly. The old man was ancient, and though Yoongi was old as well but that man lived through the two great wars and held sway in the village still, albeit built on old respect.
Namjoon had asked for another week and it paid off, in a way that broke their hearts. At the very edge of the dark forests, they found Jungkook’s broken weapons, a shoe and dried blood. The blood that painted the forest floor like spilled water from a jug, and though none of them said it out loud, they knew that nobody survived losing that much blood. Not in the forest and definitely not alone.
And so there they are.
Seokjin have attended the most funerals as the their settlement’s quasi-healer. Out of respect, he attended the funerals of those he cannot save, and so he knows what comes next.
At the ringing of the first bell, Jimin steps forward from the east, from where the sun rises, with Jungkook’s oldest clothes. It lies lightly on his hands, pale and threadbare from years of use. From Seokjin’s place, he could see an old shirt with a patched up hole by the collar and remembers how Jungkook tore it when he was 13 and climbing trees, and Seokjin chokes back a wail, biting his lips and willing himself not to look away.
Jimin speaks as he tosses the clothes into the fire, the dancing embers reflected in his brown eyes, “From East, where all things begin, I speak: blood at childbirth, you are honored.”
Above them, the second bell rings and he and Yoongi step forward. Yoongi cradles a lacquered box containing the hide of Jungkook’s first solo kill. In an ironic twist of fate, it was that of a wild pig. When Jungkook killed it, it was Yoongi who taught him how to butcher it, dry its hide and smoke its meat, and now, it too is tossed into the fire.
Seokjin speaks, the older of the two, and says, “From the North, where all things grow, I speak: blood of youth, you are honored.”
The third bell echoes, as a hush falls into the clearing. The sun is now setting and it paints them orange as Namjoon and Hoseok step forward. The fire has grown bigger and Seokjin almost misses what they brought. With their palms turned up, they carry the replica of earrings they forged as a family. Jungkook never took it off once he received his, none of them did, and so upon his disappearance, Namjoon and Hoseok took the job of creating replicas to toss into the fire.
It is made from the ore at the edge of the continent and forged with their hottest fires. Jungkook’s pair was simple studs with his animal etched onto it with careful hands. Upon tossing it into the pyre, Hoseok comes forward and speaks, “From the South, here, I speak: blood of the covenant, you are honored.”
For a moment, nobody wants to move, just staring at the burning pyre of their youngest brother’s belongings, his body lost to them. It aches something painful in their bones, the loss of their youngest, a failure as his older brothers to protect him. Although Jungkook was already a man by their settlement’s standards, it still hurt.
Sometimes, at night, Seokjin swears he could still feel their bond thrumming from his heart to the dark forest - but by dawn, it was gone. The hope lulled him to sleep, only to break his heart awake over and over again.
The last of the bells will be ringing anytime now, and Taehyung shivers at the cold and finality of it. In his arms is all of Jungkook’s remaining clothing, his favorite furs, his colorful bands, his beads – and Taehyung doesn’t want to let go.
But finally, the last bell rings…
Followed by another. And another, one after another, coming faster and faster.
Heads whipping to the watch tower, they could see the bell ringing continuously, pulled by whomever was in charge below. It’s a blatant disrespect – and Namjoon almost whirls back into the settlement in anger when a young boy breaks into the clearing, gasping for air, his hair littered with leaves and branches.
It’s Namjoon’s apprentice, Kyun. He falls to his knees at their agitation, and gasps; “It’s… It’s Jungkook – he’s… He’s alive!”
And he is, indeed, alive.
Alive and in very good condition. Just unconscious, Seokjin confirms.
“How… how did this happen?” Jimin asks, sitting by Jungkook’s shoulder. He, Taehyung and Seokjin are gathered in their house’s common room after deciding that Jungkook’s room was too small for everyone to keep an eye on him. Tears have not stopped spilling from Jimin’s eyes from the moment he saw his brother’s silhouette leaning against the watch tower. “I mean, we looked everywhere!”
“Is it even important? He’s here, he’s alive.” Taehyung answers, still shaking in relief. At the back of his mind, he’s thankful he didn’t burn his brother’s clothes – or else, Jungkook will be pissed. He eyes Jungkook’s round cheeks, rounder than a month ago it seem and the tighter fit of his clothes.
There are so many questions but none he cared for at the moment.
Rounding from the kitchen, Seokjin nods and sets down a tray of bread in front of the two, gesturing for them to eat. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have left to attend to the members of the settlement, assuring them and gathering information about Jungkook’s arrival. He was unconscious when he was found, it’s a given that somebody brought him back – but who?
As if summoned, Namjoon enters their home followed by Hoseok and Yoongi, all the tension from their shoulders melting away at the sight of their brother. Here, complete, Yoongi feels most at ease even with the uneasy situation they’ve brought back.
“Here, let’s talk in the kitchen.” Seokjin invites.
Pulling the divider close, Hoseok crosses his arms and sighed. They are all exhausted, physically and more-so emotionally. It’s been a roller-coaster of a month but still gratitude wins out as a smile tugs on Hoseok’s lips. “That boy’s always been dramatic.”
It fishes out a short bark of laughter from Yoongi, “This is a little too much for my tastes, I have to say.”
Eyes darting between his two older brothers, Jimin clicks his tongue. “Care to share with the rest of the table, hyung?”
Hoseok nods towards Namjoon and the latter rolls his eyes but acquiesces, after swallowing a piece of bread.
“Our patrols found him by the outpost, inside a basket.” Namjoon starts, (“A basket? What is he, a baby?”) and ignores Taehyung’s jibe. “Yes, a basket. It’s in the gatherer’s hut, they could use it for fruits. It’s expertly weaved – which leads us to believe that someone took care of Guk that’s why we can’t find him.”
Seokjin almost smiles at Jungkook’s old baby name, the one he was called before he earned his second syllable.
“Jin, what injuries does Jungkook have?” Namjoon asks, the lilt of his voice revealing a bit of his leader’s blood.
Seokjin checked him over earlier, after washing the grime of his body and he found an assortment of those. “He has a broken leg, well, had – somebody set it well, a fractured arm and I found… bear scars on his back and temple.”
“Scars? You mean scabbing?” Yoongi asked, suspicious. “It’s too soon for wounds that big to scar over.”
“I know,” the healer nods, he shrugs his broad shoulders. Unless Jungkook managed to hide an incident with a bear from them, then Seokjin’s sure that those injuries are new. Even when the only proof he has are the paling bruises surrounding each one. “I don’t understand it either.”
“Whether or not they healed Jungkook,” Namjoon starts, glancing beyond the divider, “We’re still not sure of their intention, so we’re strengthening our forces and rotating the guards until we get more information. How long do we have to wait until Jungkook wakes up?”
“Give or take a day.”
Hoseok nods, already listing up a series of question for their youngest to answer. “A day it is.”
“The mirror never lies.” a quiet voice murmured. It sounds so far away and yet it surrounds him still and Jungkook wills himself to focus. He is face down, his face slotted right inside a hole on the wooden table. Where is he? All he could see is dirt and all he could hear the sounds of a stream nearby and the crackling of hearth.
Why can’t he move? Under him is a thin blanket, covering the wooden bed. It’s scratchy and has several holes. There is a warmth beside him and a rustle of clothing before a damp cloth makes contact with his back. The searing pain has Jungkook groaning and flinching away, only to find his limbs heavy and unresponsive.
Fuck, what is this.
“You’re strong. I’ve given you three doses and you’re still struggling. Well, to be expected of your kind, I suppose.” The voice observed, barely surprised at his movement. “Your kind”? Safe in their abilities, Jungkook observes. A rival settlement? A witch? No – they haven’t been around in centuries.
“Try not to struggle so much,” the voice murmured again, this time, close to Jungkook’s ear, “this is for your own good.”
Jungkook wakes up gasping, surprising Jimin who was sleeping beside him.
“Jungkook! You’re awake!” Jimin smiled, almost reaching out to his brother when he noticed Jungkook murmuring to himself. “Jungkook?”
In the dark, Jungkook’s eyes glow blue, darting left to right, reeling from his dream. Or was it a memory? What was it? It’s quickly fading into smoke-- barely registering the fact that he was home – home! – and surrounded by his slowly waking up hyungs, Jungkook turns to Jimin and almost shouts, “Bring me a quill, quick!”
“Stream, berries, peppermint… what is this?” Yoongi his right hand on his face, exasperatedly. Across him, Hoseok shrugs, taking off his boots and hanging his vest. The hunt went well, the captured deers helping them stock up for the coming winter.
Yoongi is holding the parchment of paper Jungkook wrote on the first night he regained consciousness. It’s barely legible, some words are completely unreadable while the few that could be deciphered make absolutely no sense. And it was useless to ask Jungkook, because the next time he woke up, he didn’t even remember writing it – or anything that happened to him the last month he was missing.
It’s deeply concerning to Namjoon as the leader of their settlement and as their brother. Jungkook’s lack of memories mean that there could be nothing of use to prepare. Knowledge has always been Namjoon’s style of leadership, and without proper information, Yoongi knows that he feels like he’s running blind.
Added precaution was given to everyone in the settlement and while some find it reassuring, others are vocal in asking why they can no longer hunt alone and so on. Without a solid reason to give them, Namjoon has been busy placating any disgruntled member of the group along with Taehyung, whose presence provides a calming effect that none of them could replicate.
“I feel like we’re missing something here.” Yoongi muses. The blacksmith turned over the parchment as if the answer will suddenly materialize if he turned it over enough times.
Hoseok snorts and fishes the paper from Yoongi’s fingers, “You think?”
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi pokes his tongue against his cheek. He has half the mind to just let go of the whole thing and just be thankful that their brother is back and healthy, but as a responsible part of their community, figuring out who and why they healed their brother was priority.
More importantly, the question of how they healed them continuously pop in and out their family’s conversation.
No one has seen anything like it. When they asked Jungkook, his last memory was fighting a bear before being cut down with the animal’s weight. He remembers its claw tearing through the sinew of his back, and its front legs breaking his left thigh. However, almost no proof of it existed when he returned – and now, just a week after, he’s bounding here and there as if brand new.
If there’s someone out there with that ability, Yoongi thinks, bringing them into the fold will be beneficial to all.
By whatever means necessary.
Should Sukuna and Gojo have a first go since they found reader 😜
its not even about first go cuz on the settlement they share everything:D
technically you dont even have a real bed...you just swap around with the men each night. one night its choso's night, another its sukuna's, etc etc.
surprisingly enough...i think sukuna's nights would be the most tolerable. he spends all his time raiding and pillaging so when he comes back, he wants nothing more than collapse in his bed with you curled up by his side. the fun happens in the morning when hes more active:D
chosos nights are also...eh??? he just stares and stares and more than once you wake up to him humping you and crying. the trauma from losing his brothers made him lose the ability to speak, so the most you get from him are grunts and sighs. He's not exactly the best for late-night talks.
gojo would be more severe. he gets so excited when its finally his turn. sure, hes fooled around with you during the day, but when you're finally all his, it rlly does something to him. he leaves the most marks. he gets all apologetic in the morning, but he does it all over again in the next few days-_-
suguru...suguru would be the worst. he doesnt stop until you pass out. i think he would be the most particular on 'going first'. after all, he is leader right? it's only fair the others have to wait their turn:D i bet hed also be the most possessive too. the others practically have to pry you out of his grasp.
