Meanderingwistera - Blue

Sooo finishing up Demon Sukuna but currently plotting out Guitarist!Geto x Reader x Fanboy!Gojo do you guys want like a series or just a one shot? Because I have ideas for both. 🤭

I’m feeling bored and need motivation to write so please ask me questions 🫠

Hades! Geto who has kept to the underworld for years and never interfered with any other gods. He has never really cared for the holier then thou act that the gods on Olympus put on so he keeps to himself much to Satoru and Shoko’s displeasure.

“You really need to get out of here! It isn’t good for your health to be all cooped up down here.” Satoru remarks loudly and leans back in his chair. The God of Wine has always been very outspoken and flippant. He is most unhelpful despite being one of Suguru’s oldest friends.

“Get out.” He says firmly, not wanting to hear his friend complain about Suguru’s more introverted tendencies.

“Awww don’t be that way Suguru! I know that you are lonely without me or Shoko.” Satoru says but doesn’t stay. His retreating laughter echos in the empty palace.

Hades! Geto who decides to take his friend’s words into consideration. Looking at the human world would not hurt. They would all be in his domain at some point.

Walking through the forest it is so different from his cold domain. Spring (he thinks that is what Satoru had told him this season was called) has come to this forest. Small wildlife and flowers dot the once snow covered landscape. It is an abrupt change from his normal surroundings.

Soft humming draws him forward through the trees. It is a soft and warm sound, like sunlight filtering through the trees. The voice is more beautiful than anything he has heard before.

His feet come to a stop at the tree line. A field of wildflowers of every shape, color and variety rolls out in front of him. It is obvious that this is the work of a goddess, but which one is the question.

Suguru comes face to face with the person humming. You are sat against a large cherry blossom tree, a lap full of flowers as you fashion them in the shape of a crown. He might just trade his whole kingdom of the dead to wear something made by your hands.

With you in his sights and Eros’s arrow lodged in his back, Suguru is just a man.

your order? my heart | gojo satoru.

flirting came easy to waitress gojo satoru.. effortless, really. he could throw a wink at any woman, didn’t matter the age, and they’d all melt like he planned it. stroked his ego every time.

but you?

you were a different story. a breath of fresh air, a whole reset. before any other waitress could blink, he was halfway across the restaurant just to get to your table first.

he barely processed your order, half-listening, half-staring. your voice had that pull, light and warm, like it could talk someone out of a coma. your smile? intoxicating. and your eyes..

god, your eyes.

back in the kitchen, he slumped dramatically over the counter, forehead pressed against the cold surface. his notepad was a mess of half-written orders and little doodles that looked suspiciously like you.

“you’re embarrassing,” suguru muttered, squinting at the page.

“she’s literally heaven-sent,” satoru whined, one hand clutching his shirt.

and from that moment on, it was a mission. no one else was allowed to serve your table. didn’t matter how busy it got, if it was going to you, he was delivering it.

every time he showed up, there was a flirty comment ready.

“careful, it’s hot. like the person i’m serving it to.”

he winked, proud of himself, completely unaware that he was holding a frozen yogurt parfait.

you raised an eyebrow. he didn’t notice. too busy floating.

other times, he fumbled.

“i told the kitchen to make it nice ‘cause… you seem like someone who deserves nice things. not that the other customers don’t. just—forget it.”

at first, it was funny and cute. then it got a little…concerning.

he started overloading your table with random dishes, food you didn’t order, food no one at your table ordered. other customers were starting to complain.

it was too late when he had noticed, only when suguru pointed it out.

just as he was about to rush over, panicking, mentally rehearsing his apology and calling himself every name in the book, chef yaga stormed over, smacking him upside the head with a clean, loud thwack right in front of you.

“it’s our busiest night and you’re out here fucking around. i’m sorry about this idiot,” yaga sighed, shooting you and your friend an apologetic look.

you laughed a little, soft and kind.

“it’s okay,” you said, glancing at gojo with a smile that knocked the wind out of him. “he’s probably just overwhelmed.”

his grin twitched, and a flush crept up his ears. he leaned against the table like it was all part of the plan.

“yeah, you get it, angel. since i ruined your dinner, it’s only fair i take you out and—”

“—get back to work, gojo!”

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I should just add yearning in big bold caps when Outlaw!Yuki is involved, her love is so soft and patient.

two's trouble geto x f!reader x clone!geto

"who the fuck is he?"

or maybe, what would be more accurate.

he looked like your boyfriend. had all the same little mannerisms. the crooked smile. the glint in his eyes. he even sounded the same, the soft purr of your name and warm hum when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

except - your real boyfriend had just walked through the door, unfazed and unbothered by (his twin? doppelganger? duplicate?) whatever he was, currently cuddled up to you.

"me," geto casually shrugged, his back to you and rummaging through the fridge as if this really was your average Thursday and there weren't two of him - and the one that wasn't him was slipping a cold palm inside your shirt, tracing up your waist and teasing against the edge of your bra.

"excuse me?" you squeaked, cheeks burning as your boyfriend that wasn't really your boyfriend leaned down to softly kiss your neck.

"you're always complaining that you're home by yourself when I'm on missions," he shrugged, like it was an answer in-and-of itself. like he hadn't just fucking cloned himself to keep you company.

"and?"

"now you have a second me," he hummed, grabbing a snack from the top shelf and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. he didn't even acknowledge the other him sucking wet spots across your collarbone. just pressed a short kiss to your forehead before walking over to the couch. "problem solved."

something hard pressed into your ass.

how long would it take him to realize he created a brand new one?

I love saying I write for multiple characters then having one obvious favourite who gets more fics then the others

CW- obsession, stalking, implied murder

Saint!Reader who is raised in a monastery after their healing abilities are discovered. They are kept away from the rest of world and hidden deep in the inner recesses of the monastery. The monks are not the most talkative company so they mostly keep to themselves when they aren’t healing people.

Saint!Reader who heals a wounded man that came to the monastery. His violet eyes are sceptical as you press your finger tips lightly to his right leg. You don’t mind his scepticism, many people doubt that you have an ability to heal but they are quickly proven wrong.

When his leg is healed his eyes are wide with disbelief. You just smile at his shocked expression and ask him if anything else hurts. He just shakes his head and walks out.

Saint!Reader who after that day feels eyes on them at random times of the day. It is an uncomfortable feeling that you bring up to the head monk. He reassures you that you will always be safe if you are in the walls of the monastery. The old sigils in its walls are designed to keep out spirits or demons.

You feel safer after that conversation.

Saint!Reader who sees a man with the same violet eyes and black hair from before, but in monk robes this time. They suit him and you can’t help but stare at him. He introduces himself to you as Suguru Geto.

The two of you get along very well.

Apparently before he came here he travelled the world. He has been all over and tells you stories about the places he has been. It is very different from what you have always known so you are always asking for stories. And Suguru always indulges you with a fond smile.

Saint!Reader who is devastated after the Head Monk goes missing. He had practically raised you himself so to find him gone one day sends you spiralling. You pray for his return every day but as the days roll on a new head monk is chosen.

Suguru, despite only being there for a few months, is chosen as the new head monk. He understands your feelings and holds you as you cry. His calm demeanour helps you through the mourning period. It is hard to pull yourself out of your grief but when you do, Suguru is by your side.

He won’t ever let you be alone again

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