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Passerine (Oh, what am I to do, oh, lord?) by Anonymous
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
17 Dec 2024
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Summary
They move against each other, with each other, in the way two twin spirits would; trusting the other, understanding the other, seeing the other in all they are. They love each other like they’re the same, like their souls are within each other’s, like their souls are protecting each other’s, like they are each other’s air and bread and wine and shelter.
And Sukuna isn’t ever going to give it up. He will love Yuji until it kills him.
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Silently, Sukuna is an evil boy, and Yuji is his tie to humanity. Yuji always has been.
Sukuna will never leave Yuji, because he knows what it’s like to have Yuji, and it is Yuji he lives for, it is Yuji which makes all of this hateful scorn in his heart worth living with.
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In their next life together, there are no barriers between Sukuna and Yuji.
At least, none that are allowed to be left standing.
Reincarnated as twins, Sukuna and Yuji are attached to each other like no other.
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Bookmark Notes:
I’m yours,” he says, like Yuji will understand, and for the first time in a long time Sukuna isn’t sure if he will, but he hopes, “and you’re mine. We—“ his words break off, breathless and something he can’t find the words for, but exists as the feeling in his chest and fingertips, but not his soul, because his soul always knows something he doesn’t— “we can have our people, you— we can have our— subor— friends—“ he uses language Yuji is familiar with— “you can—we can—have our… kindness—“ he tries to find a manner of speaking that appeals to his brother, the best he can, even if he’s sure Yuji sees right though him, it’s—apparently—always the effort that counts with him, as humiliating as it is.
The words tumble and he doesn’t know if they’re the right ones, but need is a thing that leads him to hurt. His eyes and his throat sting and he has no clue why. His hands are too clenched to shake. He follows the line of dust motes through the air, under the window sill, to the ground. “But you are mine and I am yours. In a way we can’t shake. Your— your friends don’t threaten me because they can’t have you in a way that matters more than I will always have you.”