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↳ xandy_linghag BROTHER! GOJO SATORU X SISTER! READER this fic is fluff !! describes the relationship between you and gojo as siblings. stop with the incest jokes.
THERE IS NO weakness in you.
There exists none of that in the Gojo family.
You bleed from a dozen holes, those that open up the flesh on your stomach, your arms, your chest, your head. But you do not whimper. You own a mind of steel, and it does not scream in fear of death. Even now, when it looks you straight in the eye.
You summon a raging tide of cursed energy. Your body wracks with violent shivers that send you convulsing on your very feet. The ground trembles beneath you. Another curse snaps its jaws at your charged body, nearly taking a chunk out of your wobbling legs with its sharp teeth, yet the flood of cursed energy that surrounds you throws it backwards into the air. You do not see it land. The looming zenith of your cursed energy just kisses the heavens.
A slavering demon stands before you. Laughs with a drooling mouth. One of its teeth is already bigger than your entire body. You can only laugh right back, hot blood dripping down into your sneering mouth from a wound a different curse opened on your scalp.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN TOUCH ME?!" you scream at it. "COME FORWARD, YOU UNSIGHTLY NEANDERTHAL! TRY ME!"
You are a sight of insanity. Wilder and more untamed than even the curse that pounds its way towards you on heavy, lumbering feet that weigh more than a blue whale each.
You clap your hands together in front of you. From inside you escapes a burning wrath of a scream. Though it is quieter than your cursed energy. Nothing could prosper further than your might. You know your strength. You know your power.
Though you nothing of its limits.
You clap your hands once more. The energy encompassing your bleeding form whips forward. With the snap of your energy comes a sharp crack that echoes in the air.
排除。Haijou.
"Eliminate," you speak quietly. The monster freezes in its encumbered steps, trapped by the force unleashed by your Cursed Energy and Cursed Speech. Its eyes pop from their behemothic sockets, though you do not yet release enough power to make the two bulging globes explode. It screeches out an unearthly yowl of agony, afraid of disappearing in death, knowing it approaches. The sound brings an elated grin to your red mouth.
"THAT'S RIGHT! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR DAMN HEART OUT!" you roar in a throaty, guttural cackle.
You spring from the cracked stone beneath your feet. Crack it further with the power in your legs. You reach its wildly roving eyes in seconds, clutch part of one rapidly blinking lid in one hand. Hold it even a tad tighter and you could tear the whole thing off, even though its lid is thicker than one of your thighs.
"Are you laughing now?" you sneer into its eye. It focuses on you with rage. You find it laughable. Pathetic. Here it stands, seven times bigger than you, yet here you hang, mere seconds away from robbing it of its worthless life. "Are you still going to laugh at me, you stomping sack of meat and filth?"
It makes a desperate grab for your swinging body. You swing harder with the curse's large, laboring movements. "Woah there! Careful, I might just..."
You squat right into the fleshy mass of its eyeball. Make sure it bleeds before springing right off the wet, teary flesh.
"FALL!" You laugh as it topples backwards from your squatted kick. You flip right into the air. Fleetingly delight in the wind that caresses your face and the blue rush of sky that spins in your vision. Your features becomes a mask of peace.
Then the insane grin on your mouth returns.
And you let your cursed energy culminate further, for just a bit longer, before letting it shatter the curse's body with a mighty explosion that auditorily adorns your landing. You land on the fissured stone on graceful feet just as a shower of purple blood rains through the sky.
"Ah." You scowl at the mess on your clothes and the incoming wave of gore. "That's disgusting."
Then the wobble to your legs worsens.
Uh oh. You collapse to the ground. Exhausted and two seconds away from falling asleep.
Onii-chan, you think before the fatigue overwhelms you, I'm hungry... maybe I could... have pancakes with you, later... and... it's... cold...
And you become weightless in a dreamless dream.
But something else begins to creep towards you to bring you further ruin.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You wake to your brother's shouts.
"You touch my sister and I will make a dress for her out of your filthy insides," Satoru snarls. "Step away from her, you mountain-headed freak."
"Nii... chan...," you murmur weakly. He stands a ways away from you, spinning in and out of your hazy vision. His head snaps towards you the moment he hears you speak. "I feel... cold..."
He stares at your shaking form. His little sister, standing by the repulsive feet of a seething monster. The curse stomps on your head upon hearing you speak. Gojo freezes as you whimper into the cold floor, curling into yourself to hide your face from the monster.
The rage inside him comes alive.
"I told you to get away from her, you stupid fuck," he repeats in a dark voice. It is the first time he has ever sworn in your presence. "I fucking told you."
There echo raspy, begging screams in your dreams.
Satoru is able to make ten dresses for you as you sleep.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"(Y/N)!" Satoru cries as you wake slowly from a long, long sleep. Your head aches. So does the rest of your body. But you feel warm, tucked into the ironed, white sheets of a hospital bed. And you smell pancakes. Your all-time favorite.
"Nii-chan," you say in a feeble voice. He wants to hold you in his arms, but in your body lie broken bones that he knows he has to let mend. Satoru presses a long kiss to your forehead instead, a hand on your head. His eyes close, and he lingers there. You still smell as you did when you were kids.
"I made you pancakes," he says gently. Your face lights up and he almost cries. He floods over with relief, thankful he will get to see that smile for longer than he thought he would when you became the hostage of that pathetic monster. "Ieri said she could make them, but I wanted to make sure they would really come from the heart."
You stare up at him with wide puppy dog eyes. "Feed me?"
Already a fork hangs in front of your mouth. Speared onto it is the golden brown fluff of a warm pancake.
You take it into your mouth eagerly, and Satoru immediately cuts up another delicate piece of the pancake after. You chew on each bite with a happy smile and happy eyes that never leave his.
