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Legends talk about sirens being the ones behind what became of this treacherous city, perhaps in the shape of a curse, insulted by humans and hunted for sport and pleasure. Legends talk about war, humans decimating populations until sirens became a rare breed, now almost akin to myth. Known well to cause disasters to whoever might fall near their territories or sight, lured by beautiful songs, views, and memories, swallowing the daring into the deepest parts of the sea, never to be seen again, exactly in the same way, this village is now a bare footprint on the maps. A sad point where only hard waters and storms await, where fish and treasure are now scarce.
Just like kindness is.
And kindness… kindness is not something Suguru has experienced much in his thirteen years of life.
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Unbenight by Prose
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
02 May 2025
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un· benight. "+ archaic. : to free from night or darkness
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The remarkable figure shifts his gaze to lock eyes with him the second he finishes teleporting, and Satoru gasps at how that golden gaze pins him in place — A lance has been shot by a hunter, perfectly on point, impaling Satoru's guts as if he were mere pray.
His throat dries out, but for a millisecond he can taste it
Danger.
This man is dangerous.
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A fic where Suguru Geto is evil and Gojo Satoru knows no better
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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
13 Oct 2024
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“Don't you ignore me Suguruu” Satoru clings onto him, whining louder.
His arm wraps around his neck and he feels mellow at the touch. Almost dazed at the thought of feeling that tug at his neck. It wouldn’t be a problem if Suguru could look at Satoru in the face, normally, as always.
For some reason, nowadays, it’s become harder to do so.
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Suguru presents as an Alpha. Satoru presents as an Omega. Things get messy.
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"How had it become like this?" Was the question a certain Heiwajima Shizuo had made to himself that night. He couldn't remember when was the last time he'd slept more than five hours or the last time he was able to take a bath. Damn he would do anything for a nap right now, but he just couldn't.
the worst of it all was that everything was fault of a certain Orihara Izaya.