title: terror takes a sound before you make it.
tags: dark, ambiguous/open ending, gore
pair: #fushiita
megumi sighs, as he closes the door to his apartment behind him, toeing off his shoes, setting them aside, before he takes a step forward. megumi does not turn the lights on.
there’s no need to, he walks in complete darkness, as he approaches the door that leads to the master bedroom, before he’s even able to grab onto the handle, megumi feels the telltale signs of his approach, still, megumi does not squirm under his gaze, after all.
what was there to fear?
“yuuji,” megumi whispers softly, as arms circle his waist, and a familiar weight presses up against him, “yuuji,” megumi murmurs once more. he does not turn to look at yuuji, far too afraid to disturb this rare moment of intimacy.
yuuji so unwilling to show himself, so megumi can only indulge in his presence at night, within the darkness that cloaks megumi’s apartment, “did you have fun,” megumi wonders, yuuji does not answer megumi, he never does after all, merely gripping onto megumi tighter.
megumi sighs, “sighting of curses around this area has increased, will you be ok?” he wonders, megumi feels a nod against his back, he smiles, “ok, that’s good.” megumi feels yuuji press against him once more, “i’ll be fine, don’t worry yuuji, i would never leave you.”
megumi opens the door to his room, where a still figure dressed in the finest silks lay, arranged with both arms crossed over his chest, hands atop each other, the figure might remind someone of a corpse resting inside a casket, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
the figure on the bed was very much alive, surrounded by many arrays, ink made with megumi’s own blood. megumi attempts to walk closer yo the still figure, but is stopped by yuuji’s unwillingness to let go, he smiles, his yuuji was such a envious little thing.
“there’s no need to be jealous, it’s you that i love after all,” megumi coos, still, yuuji’s unwilling to let go, megumi sighs, before yuuji’s able to stop him, he clasps both hands together, and calls upon his shadows to hang onto yuuji.
megumi turns to yuuji, and is met with the sight of a barely visible yuuji, there are chains around his ankles, running along until they sink within megumi’s shadow realm, two sets of eyes, his reminiscent of the time when yuuji and as sukuna’s vessel.
wherein sukuna had black ink markings, yuuji has an array of black roses and red spider lilies etched into the deepest part of his flesh, black roses for megumi; death, hatred, despair, sorrow… obsession. the spider lilies are yuuji’s own; final goodbyes.
megumi’s never been good at goodbyes.
he leans forward and cups yuuji’s cheeks, smiling, all teeth, “my yuuji, soon, you’ll be back to us soon…” he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss against yuuji’s forehead, yuuji whines, but is unable to speak, his tongue missing.
he babbles endlessly, megumi coos at him, “soon yuuji, all the things you want to tell me, i’ll know soon, don’t worry sweetheart,” megumi comforts, but this only makes yuuji babble harder, megumi watches with rapt fascination, as yuuji’s eyes fill with tears.
quickly falling down yuuji’s prettyC red cheeks, and what can megumi do, but lick them up, tongue leaving up yuuji’s wet cheek.
“don’t cry yuuji,” megumi murmurs, both cheeks cupping yuuji’s jaw, “i’m doing this for you, for us, don’t you want to see me happy?”
megumi asks, he watches yuuji stiffen, golden eyes filled with sadness, he nods hesitantly, megumi smiles, “doing this will make me happy, it’ll make us all happy! me, nobara, gojo-sensei, the senpais, don’t you want them to be happy yuuji? don’t you want to make it up to them?”
yuuji whines in megumi’s hold, but ascents, “good boy,” with that, megumi let’s him go, and walks up to the still figure, he sighs, “it’s not as perfect as i wanted it, but we still have time to fix it,” megumi leans forward, the resemblance to yuuji is uncanny…
and yet, he’s not yuuji, just another nameless face in the crowd, an orphan, with no aspirations or goals, someone who wanted to die, he was perfect, perfect for megumi’s goal.
he smiled, as he ran his fingers along the nameless man’s hair, a small thank you, sent his way.
he turns back to yuuji, whose face betrays how frightened he is, and megumi coos once more, “with his sacrifice, you’ll have a body soon enough,” he smiles, sharp teeth on full display, “and then? yuuji, you’ll never leave my side, you’ll be mine, as i’m yours.”
megumi leaves the unknown man’s body behind to hold onto yuuji once more, he hugs yuuji’s trembling body. ignoring the trembles and in yuuji’s body, and the tears that started to fall once more, “just as it should have been…”
-end.
sorry, i just wanted to write dark megumi again, 😭 i’ll write an explanation later, i just finished this thread two minutes before class starts, but hey! lmk what you think! enjoy!
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#fushiita au wherein future megumi goes to the past and takes past megumi’s place, yuuji and gang are none the wiser but little by little things start seeming odd? megumi says things that don’t make sense, acts weird too, he’s more possessive of yuuji.
more vicious with their enemies, faster and stronger too. but it’s the way he invaded yuuji’s space that brings the most attention. megumi who loves his own space, no longer does. he’s always around yuuji, always near him, no less that centimeters away.
his fingers always grasping onto any part of yuuji he’s able. always around, never to far out of reach.
there’s an aura of totality and finality around him. one that gojo knows his ward shouldn’t have. one he’s intimately familiar with.
title: when the sky falls (will we stand tall?)
tags: dark, reincarnation, ominous, au
pair: #fushiita
(this is the end,
yuuji’s fingertips run along his mother’s wounds, they’re carved by quite a familiar technique.
(hold your breath and count to ten,
yuuji sinks.
he sinks to the ground before his mother’s sliced body, the scent of familiarity clings to her. this scent is one yuuji knows like the back of his hand. this scent is one yuuji had always associated with safety, with love.
(hear the earth move and then,
his father’s.
(hear my heart burst again,
“ryoumen sukuna has sunk himself in depravity, he’s no longer human. your orders are to execute him at all cost. may he never enter the circle of reincarnation again! let him pay for what he’s done! let us take our vengeance!”
commission for: @betch_wtf
prompt: cigarettes
title : between common tongues
tags: bittersweet, dark, obsession
pair: #fushiita
megumi’s lips find themselves wrapped around the offered end of yuuji’s cigarette. meguni isn’t a smoker, yet he does not refuse yuuji’s offer.
“how are things?” yuuji wonders. megumi releases a drag of smoke. soon his jade-like eyes focus on yuuji’s own, “same as when you left.” he mutters, coughing out for a sec in an effort to pass the nicotine quicker.
yuuji smiles, all teeth and gums. it’s eerie and so easily yuuji, “do you miss me, partner?” he croons. megumi does not answer, this is clearly a setup of some sorts. a way for yuuji to make way into his head again.
#fushiita: wherein yuuji isn’t a good guy, and yet megumi is unwilling to let him go.
“we should break up.” yuuji murmurs soullessly. megumi doesn’t allow himself to be hurt, this scene has happened far too may times to keep count. so megumi replies as he’s always done.
“no.” he gives no room for arguments, merely denies him and turns to the side. he doesn’t spare yuuji a glance, not right now. not when yuuji’s brimming with anger.
“why not! i don’t like you! why’re you so adamant in staying in a relationship!” yuuji begins shouting.
megumi ignores him, closing his eyes. it’s an everyday thing now, yuuji will shout and scream, get angry at him and then proceed to ignore him for the rest of the day. at night, he’ll let megumi fuck him to get rid of both their stress and come morning, the cycle will continue.
title: keeping you close shouldn’t be this hard.
tags: angst, break up, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, age gap, happy ending
pair: #fushiita
inspiration: shouldn’t be by luke chiang
yuuji’s fingertips run atop the engraved silver band that decorated his ring finger.
the band that had once been the symbol of his and megumi’s love. the band that from today forward will no longer be on his ring finger. he sighs softly, as he carefully sets the ring inside a box before closing it and placing the box inside the drawers on his dresser.
yuuji still has a couple of hours before he needs to head towards the lawyers office to sign the divorce papers. so he chooses to spend his free time on some mundane tasks, anything to keep his mind off of the inevitable.
title: only you my girl, only you babe
tags: fem yuuji, age gap, au
pair: #fushiita
inspiration: dark red by steve lacy
‘do you love me?’ yuuji can’t help but wonder, as she cups megumi’s jaw. watching as he leans into her touch. his hand comes up to encompass yuuji’s own.
he opens his previously closed eyes to press a tender kiss against the edge of her palm, all the while staring deep into yuuji’s eyes and oh… yuuji is so endeared with him. still, she’s not so foolish as to believe all his words. this is a transaction, after all.
lonely, lonely yuuji who’s only company comes in the form of a paid escort. lonely, lonely yuuji who has more money that she knows what to do with. lonely, lonely yuuji who stands on a thin thread unafraid of the fall. perhaps even hoping for it.