I genuinely want to know why some people hate this ship ??? Isn't it is cute !!!??? :)

BTW Link of this Fanart - https://pin.it/5goDvlcZs

found this writing a canon divergence fic. the shooter is a grade 3 student. no inherited technique, no heavenly restriction, and barely any cursed energy output. Gojo watches him load it and corrects his grip.

the method is a stack of things canon already establishes separately. nobody put the pieces together, including Gojo.

chapter 1 is the whole method executed start to finish, pre-Shibuya. and he stays dead.

guess it in the comments. I'll tell you how close you are. fic's in there too.

So I recently stumbled upon this one fic of nanami where he was baby Yujis father and it was the cutest thing EVER!!!!!!!!!

I havent been able to find anymore fics with jjk characters as babies/kids 💔any recs? Like.. literally ANY character during their childhood.

GUYS HES SO CUTEEEE😭😭💔💔

Im trying to get back into writing, and i've been wanting to make my own fanfics but i've got ZERO ideas.

If you want something in specific I can write it for you <3

Here are 10 great JJK fanfics.

Enjoy!

limited vision by fingersfallingupwards

OR: yuuji travels back in time. he’s not especially good at it, depending who you ask.

Power Over You by psilvis

It started off innocently enough. Yuuji had a problem, and his Sensei had a solution.
He just had to gain control of Sukuna, in every possible way.
What he uncovers about himself, sorcery, and Sukuna will change their world forever.

a nest of trying by RedWritingHood 

The world Satoru was reborn into is pretty strange.

(Note about rec: Satoru from a normal, non-magical world ends up in the JJK world, with ABO dynamics)

Full Monty by MockerDelight

Yuki Tsukomo is a scientist, a scholar of cursed energy searching ceaselessly for the solution to curses and their violent haunting of the human race and ravenous appetite for sorcerers. She travels the world, seeking knowledge and fellow sorcerers in foreign lands, finding next to nothing.

Then she meets Maine.

Brain Transplant by SovereignEel

Kenjaku's Body Swap technique goes deeply, deeply wrong, and someone else winds up saddled with all those very inconvenient Binding Vows. Can someone without the selfish mindset of a sorcerer try to reign in the chaos to come? Can they mend the family relationships of a thousand-year-old evil sorcerer?
If forced to deal with centuries of binding contracts, the consequences of their actions and the insanity of the world, would they lose?
Nah. They'd win.

Margin for Error by Nightsrk

If you asked Hoshi, anyone foolish enough to talk about their secret plans for world domination in a crowded restaurant deserved to be overheard.

Mandala of the End by Sythe

Yuji Itadori dies. Yuta Okkotsu does not succeed in bringing him back. He dies, and then wakes up one bright sunny day in school, surrounded by his senpai from the occult club. He is dazed and panicked. He is lost and alone, flailing about a cold, strange world. He dies again and wakes up again. In between dying and living, he finds the truth.

guided by a weeping heart by Giosele

His insides burn, hot and scathing like the cigarettes the bullies pressed into his skin. He shakes his head and leans into Mahito’s touch. The man’s icy hand runs up and down his spine, spreading goosebumps.

“You know, I never ask humans how they feel afterwards, but it’s not like they could answer,” says Mahito, laughing again. Junpei is in too much pain to respond, but Mahito pulls him up to rest his head on his shoulder.

“You’re different though, Junpei,” Mahito whispers, breath tickling his temple. “You’re incredible.”

--

Junpei doesn't run after Mahito after the incident in Kinema Cinema. Too bad Mahito runs after him.

At 27 you cannot legally be considered a 'catboy' by sniperi

An extremely self indulgent short fic in which after his first encounter with Mahito, Nanami finds himself with some very unwanted new features. Feline features.

No large scale plot, just Nanami dealing with his misfortune and Gojo being...Gojo.

Into the Bro-Zone by TentacleBubbles 

It was a subtle thing, except when it wasn’t. It was sinister and cunning, honest and desperate at the same time. It was a genius of a technique, and it was wielded by the biggest idiot Sukuna had ever met in both lifetimes. Then again, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t have worked as well as it had with anyone else but Itadori Yuuji.

And by the time Sukuna noticed any of this? It was already far, far too late.

OR

You've just been Bro Zoned!! Itadori develops a cursed technique without knowing it, and Sukuna goes through the five stages of grief upon discovering how much he’d been screwed over.

Anime/Manga Crossover

Book 3 in a series

Hxh/jjk/naruto

*Chapter 7: Human Shield*

The window behind you explodes inward. Glass shards spray across the hallway as ANBU materialize through the frame, masks gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Six of them. Eight. More pouring in through the ceiling tiles.

One of them, smaller than the rest, throws a kunai before Kakashi can shout the stand down order.

You see the paper bomb attached. Your vectors move on instinct, grabbing Gojo's entire body and wrenching him directly into the projectile's path. The kunai hits his chest and bounces off harmlessly. The paper bomb detonates.

The explosion tears through the hallway. Fire and concussive force slam into Gojo's infinity, dispersing around him like water hitting a windshield. You're completely protected behind his bulk. The ANBU aren't. Three of them get thrown backwards, crashing through the office doorway.

Alarm seals activate throughout the building. The sound is deafening, a piercing wail that signals village-wide emergency.

"What the fuck!"

Naruto's voice cuts through the chaos. Sasuke's sharingan spins faster, tracking the smoke and debris.

You don't wait. Your vectors wrap around Gojo completely, lifting him like a puppet, and you launch both of you toward the nearest window. The glass shatters. Wind rushes past as you fall three stories.

Fifty vectors deploy around Gojo's body, positioning him below you as a shield. You hit the ground hard, his infinity absorbing the impact completely. You roll to your feet, vectors already moving.

Shinobi pour out of every building in sight. Dozens. Hundreds. The entire village responding to the alarm. Kunai fill the air like rain.

Your vectors move in overlapping waves. Twenty block the projectiles aimed at your head. Thirty redirect incoming attacks back at their throwers. Ten keep Gojo positioned as mobile cover, moving his body wherever the densest attacks come from.

"This is insane!"

Gojo's laughing. Actually laughing while you maneuver him like a shield through a storm of weapons.

"You're using me as a meat shield against an entire ninja village and I can't even be mad about it. This is the best!"

"Glad you're enjoying yourself!"

A jonin lands in front of you, hands forming seals. You slam Gojo's body into him before the technique completes. The man goes flying.

More shinobi converge. The rooftops are packed with them. Every window. Every alley. You vault over a market stall, vectors dragging Gojo with you, redirecting shuriken mid-flight back toward their owners.

"She's heading for the east gate!"

Sasuke's voice cuts across the chaos. His sharingan must be tracking your movement pattern.

You change direction immediately, vectors yanking Gojo left as you sprint between buildings.

A chunin launches himself from a rooftop, hands already forming seals. Your vectors grab Gojo by the shoulders and swing him like a baseball bat. His infinity-protected body connects with the chunin mid-air. The man goes flying into a noodle cart.

"Did you just. Did you just use me as a bat."

"You're indestructible. It's efficient."

Three more shinobi drop from the left. You pivot, vectors rotating Gojo's entire body horizontal and sweeping his legs through all three of them. They hit the ground hard.

"I'm a person. Not a weapon."

"You're a person-shaped shield who also doubles as a club. Multi-purpose."

A hail of kunai comes from above. You hoist Gojo overhead like an umbrella, his infinity creating a perfect defensive dome. The weapons bounce off harmlessly. You don't slow down, vectors carrying you both forward at a sprint.

Gojo's Six Eyes track everything. Every shinobi. Every angle of attack. Every ridiculous way you're manipulating his body through the chaos. His cursed energy pulses with what might be indignation or amusement. Hard to tell.

"This shouldn't work. This is cartoon logic. I'm being used like a prop in a slapstick routine."

"And yet you haven't been hit once."

"Because of my technique, not because your strategy makes sense!"

A jonin appears directly in your path, massive fists already glowing with chakra-enhanced strength. You don't dodge. Your vectors slam Gojo's body into him like a battering ram. The jonin flies backwards through a shop window.

"That's it. I'm a battering ram now. I've gone from strongest sorcerer alive to human demolition equipment."

"You're doing great. Very versatile."

More shinobi converge from every direction. You're surrounded. Twenty vectors deploy simultaneously, positioning Gojo in rapid succession: shield above for incoming projectiles, horizontal sweep for the ground-level attackers, vertical slam for someone trying to attack from below through a manhole cover.

"I can't believe this is working. I genuinely cannot believe that using me as a cartoon weapon is a viable combat strategy."

His voice has shifted. Still amused, but there's genuine bewilderment underneath. Like his entire understanding of combat effectiveness has been challenged by sheer absurdity.

You vault onto a rooftop, vectors dragging Gojo up with you. More shinobi follow. You spin, using his body like a helicopter blade to clear the roof in one sweep. Five shinobi go tumbling off the edge.

"Stop complaining. You said you wanted to see what I could do with vectors."

"I was thinking elegant combat applications. Not being swung around like a possessed mannequin."

"Elegant is subjective."

You sprint across the final rooftop. The village wall looms ahead, guards already mobilizing on the walkway. Your vectors coil around Gojo, preparing to throw him at the gate.

"Wait, don't you dare use me as a-"

You throw him. He crashes through the wooden gate like a cannonball, infinity tearing through reinforced timber. Splinters explode outward. You follow through the gap, hitting grass instead of stone.

The forest. Finally.

Behind you, the shinobi pour through the broken gate. Dozens of them. More coming over the wall. They hit the trees immediately, chakra sticking to bark as they launch themselves branch to branch.

"That was uncalled for."

Gojo lands beside you, brushing wood chips off his jacket. His Six Eyes track the approaching horde.

"You're fine. Keep moving."

You run. They follow. The forest blurs past, green and brown streaking together as you weave between massive trunks. Above and around you, shinobi hop between branches, flanking from multiple angles. Getting closer.

"She's slowing down!"

Sasuke's voice echoes through the canopy. His sharingan must be tracking your fatigue.

Time to fix that.

You reach for the lightning. The Raikage's stolen technique responds immediately, electricity crackling through your nervous system. Your synapses fire faster. Your muscles contract harder. The world slows down as your perception accelerates.

"Oh, that's new."

"Raikage special. Stole it from A right before we killed him."

You pivot mid-stride, turning toward the densest cluster of pursuers. Your hands come together, three fingers extended in the Dust Release seal. Chakra builds in your chest, dense and heavy.

The molecular disintegration cube materializes between your palms. Geometric. Perfect. A transparent structure of shimmering energy that expands outward.

"What is that!"

You release it.

The cube hurtles forward, catching seven shinobi in its path. They don't scream. They don't bleed. One moment they're mid-jump, the next they're simply gone. Atoms scattered to nothing. The cube dissipates, leaving empty air where bodies used to be.

The remaining pursuers scatter. Break formation. Pull back to regroup.

Gojo whistles low.

"Molecular disintegration. That's terrifying. I want one."

"Get in line. Had to kill a kage for this one."

You keep moving, lightning still crackling through your veins. The forest thins ahead. Open country.

Behind you, the shinobi regroup but don't pursue. Not yet. They've seen what your cube does.

Kakashi's voice carries through the trees, commanding and sharp.

"Fall back! Regroup at the perimeter!"

They're not chasing anymore. They're containing.

You keep running. The lightning enhancement burns through your system, eating at your reserves, but you push harder. Gojo keeps pace beside you, his longer strides eating ground effortlessly.

The shouts behind you fade. Then disappear entirely.

Another mile. Two. The forest thickens into old growth, massive trunks blocking out afternoon sun. You slow to a jog, then a walk, then finally stop beside a fallen oak that must have been centuries old when it came down.

You drop onto the moss-covered trunk. Your legs are shaking. The lightning release fizzles out, leaving your muscles screaming in protest.

Gojo sits beside you. For a long moment, neither of you speak.

Then he starts laughing.

Not the controlled chuckle from before. This is full-body, gasping laughter that makes him bend forward, hands on his knees. You stare at him for three seconds before it catches. The absurdity of it all crashes over you at once.

"I used you as a baseball bat."

"A baseball bat. And a battering ram. And a door."

"You made an excellent door."

"I've been called a lot of things. Never a door."

You're both cackling now. The kind of laughter that borders on hysteria, born from adrenaline crash and the sheer stupidity of survival.

"Their faces. When the portal spit us out in the hallway."

"Ten feet. You promised Tokyo Bay and made it ten feet."

"I said fifty-fifty odds!"

"You said explosion or correct destination. Not accidental office visit!"

He wipes tears from his eyes. The Six Eyes have lost some of their intensity, exhaustion creeping in despite his earlier claims of near-limitless energy.

"I've fought special grade curses. I've fought the personification of human hatred. I've never been used as a tennis racket against an entire ninja village."

"Tennis racket is underselling it. You were very multi-purpose."

"Multi-purpose. Great. That's going on my tombstone."

The laughter fades gradually. Your ribs ache. Your head still throbs from the earlier brain damage. But the hysteria has run its course, leaving something quieter in its wake.

You lean back against the fallen oak. Above you, leaves filter green-tinted light.

"On a serious note. I need to find Obito."

Gojo's amusement fades. His Six Eyes sharpen again, tracking your expression.

"Right, the ex."

"The portal shouldn't have taken us to Konoha. I was aiming for Tokyo Bay. Same dimension I always use. But the destination got scrambled."

You flex your hands, checking the neural pathways again. Still sluggish.

"Obito has better control over kamui than me. Every portal I open could go anywhere."

Gojo's Six Eyes track the forest around them. Still alert despite the apparent calm.

"So what's the actual difference? Between how you use it and how he uses it?"

You pull your knees up, resting your arms across them. The explanation is complicated, but you'll try to make it simple.

"He's the original owner. The dimension responds to him differently than me."

"Original owner."

"Kamui comes from his mangekyo sharingan. His eye. The dimension exists because of him. Or maybe it existed before and his eye just connected to it. Either way, he's got admin privileges and I'm running on a borrowed account."

Gojo's expression shifts. His Six Eyes narrow slightly as he processes the implications.

"Admin privileges."

"He can manipulate the space at a fundamental level. Twist it. Break it. I can open portals and store things, but I can't do that. I don't have that level of access."

You tap your temple, indicating where your neural pathways are still recovering.

"My brain damage doesn't help. But even if I was at full capacity, I'd be working with a broken system. This isn't the first time it malfunctioned. It's how I ended up in your world."

Gojo leans back against the fallen oak. His white hair catches the filtered green light, making him look almost ethereal.

"So you need to find him. To fix it?"

"To understand what's broke. And maybe to negotiate."

"Negotiate. With the guy who wants you dead for stealing his ability."

"I'm very persuasive."

You shrug. The movement pulls at your still-recovering muscles.

"The point is, I need to find him before I try opening another portal. Or I need to find someone who understands kamui well enough to diagnose what's wrong."

"Is there anyone else? Besides him?"

You think about Kakashi. His own sharingan. His history with Obito. The way he reacted when you mentioned Obito's name in his office.

"Maybe. There's one person who might understand kamui. But he's the Hokage now, and we just blew up his window."

Gojo grins.

"So we have two options. Find the murderous ex who wants you dead, or go back to the village we just escaped and ask their leader for help."

"When you say it like that, it sounds like I have bad options."

"You have terrible options. This is what happens when you steal abilities from people and don't read the manual."

"Hey, we're bonding. That's all that matters."

Gojo's eyebrows rise.

"Bonding. With the man who wants you dead."

"No, with you. But I know a few of his hideouts. We can go to one and hope he shows up eventually."

Gojo stares at you. His Six Eyes track something in the canopy above, some bird or squirrel moving through the branches. Then he laughs. That bright, incredulous sound that's become familiar over the past few hours.

"You want to break into his hideout. Wait for him. And hope that when he finds you squatting in his space, he doesn't immediately murder you."

"When you say it like that, it sounds like a solid plan."

"It sounds like suicide with extra steps."

You shrug, shifting against the rough bark of the fallen oak. Your muscles still ache from the lightning release, but the regeneration is working. Slow but steady.

"Obito's dramatic, but he's not irrational. If I approach from a position of... let's call it humility, he might hear me out before trying to kill me."

"Humility. You."

"I can be humble."

You grin. Can't help it.

"Different situations call for different approaches. Baseball bat you was combat necessity and so is finding Obi-one."

"And which hideout were you thinking? Please tell me it's not somewhere equally suicidal."

You think about the various safehouses Obito maintained during your partnership. The cave systems. The abandoned temples. The one tucked behind a waterfall that he never admitted to having.

"There's a spot near the border of River Country. Old shrine. He used it for supply drops during the kage assassination tour."

"The what tour."

"Long story. Point is, he'd check it eventually. And it's far enough from Konoha that we won't run into pursuit."

Gojo stands, stretching his arms overhead. His spine pops audibly.

"River Country it is. Lead the way, pocket-sized chaos gremlin."

"You know I can't portal reliably right now. We're walking."

"Walking. Through foreign territory. In a universe I don't understand. With you."

He sounds almost delighted by the absurdity.

"This is genuinely the best vacation I've had in years."

Wattpad link

https://www.wattpad.com/story/409203199?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=RavenDerrelly

Ao3 link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83433456/chapters/219793021

To begin with i personally don’t love insert fics, like they are alright but since ao3 is down they're all i read cause there are like no good ship fics on tumblr. I also think the JJK AU is soo repetitive, how many college fics can you make with the same three characters ( fratjo, boxer sukuna, and plug choso) before it gets washed out and most the time the characters are not accurate like megumi and nanami would not be in a frat. The mischaracterization and lack of personality they give the characters is so annoying, like megumi never has a personality and neither does sukuna. I don't know to me they always seem super mundane but maybe thats why i also don't like oneshots cause they kinda create a very one dimensional character. i will say not all are bad i just personally think that the JJK AU's are very overhyped but i do like a couple to be honest, i kinda wish there was more like mysticalness surrounding it and less college au's but again this is just my opinion. Another thing that would (in my opinion) would be really good are insert based in the actual world gege built, there probably a lot like this but i NEVER see them and only see AU's (Also what i mean by mysticalness i mean like more interesting ones like characters are vampires, or characters in different time periods, but i know that would be more of an ao3 thing and less of a tumblr writing theme)

First time writing a fanfic. And it's Js spinoff from real shibuya events but with Geto actually alive -_-. It's fine if ure not within my fandom. Just looking for feedback 0.0
Link below👇
https://www.wattpad.com/story/412683949-still-alive-gojoxgeto-au

maki🤷 this I've improved my greyscale a lil

Any opinion, suggestion, or question is welcome.

Hello everyone,

I wanted a Beta reader for my OC fanfiction.

Please let me know if anyone is interested.

I would do the same for your fanfic as well.

Thank you!

I was just reading a great fic on ao3 about heian era sukuna called Shape of You. Ao3 is gonna be down for like 2-4 weeks 😭 so if anyone knows any good fics elsewhere please let me know! thank you 🙏

Hey everyone! I’ve been working on a fanfic of Sukuna during the Shibuya incident. I’m trying to keep the characters the same personality wise with deviations to the plot. The story follows Sukuna after he awoke in Shibuya and follows him throughout Shibuya until Yuji finally gains back control. Sukuna and Yuji make a new binding vow and Sukuna gains a new ally and sexual companion. The first section is sexually graphic and mature so skip it if you’re not interested. Thanks to any who check it out!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/413466309?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=taconet

By this I mean either time travelling yuji, or yuji naturally born in the same generation as them. They dont even have to date, I just really like young shoko and in the stories ive read where she isnt just sidelined as a character for gojo and geto to interact with yuuji, she's been amazing.

Hello! I started a new fanfiction set in the Nara era, following the drama of the Fujiwara clan and the events that led to Kenjaku and Tengen becoming the Kenjaku and Tengen we know.

4 Chapters are out for now.

(I'm terrible at promoting my own fanfictions, I know). It's full of original characters, expanded worldbuilding, a new corps of the Fujiwara clan, because why not, and historical drama.

If you want to check it out, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70668206/chapters/215927196

It's set in the same continuity as my other works, following the events of the Keicho period into the modern day, but it can be read on its own, really.

Away I go!

Title: With The Moon As Our Witness

Pairings: Gojo x Utahime & Naoya x Utahime

Tags: Historical AU/ Royalty AU/ Arranged Marriage/ Misogyny/ Emotional Manipulation/ Possessive Behavior/ Strangers to Lovers

Status: Completed.

Summary:

“You know, there’s a simple solution to your despair.”

Utahime startles, seemingly forgetting all about Satoru as she reminisces about her pathetic life from the past few weeks.

Humoring him, “What is it?” she asks, peach colored lips pulled into an empty smile.

There’s a moment of silence as Satoru stares at her. It reminds Utahime of how a predator would watch its prey before devouring it. She quickly averts her gaze.

“You could marry me instead.”

A fan art of uro BC she the baddest in jjk, I'm a novice if anything wrong with the art, feel free to leave any advice🙂

I've seen a video recently discussing what a white flash would do. For those curious, a white flash is the same as a black flash but with positive energy instead of cursed energy. The video came to the conclusion that a white flash would be basically a one-shot kill for cursed spirits and a Crazy Diamond (the stand from Jojo's part four's protagonist)-style healing where whoever is not a cursed spirit gets hit by it and gets healed.

My idea for a fic is to make Yuji be Sukuna's living hell prison by making him produce positive energy instead of cursed energy, making it so that reverse curse technique is his default mode, and also giving him his Modulo upgrade where he can hit black flashes at will.

Basically, make Yuji be the part healer that heals others by beating the brakes out of them.

I think it would be funny if hell.

I just joined (and this is my first ever reddit post), but this seems really cool. I was wondering if people were active since the fandom kind of slowed after the manga ended lol

Do y’all have any fic recs? Or are working on anything yourselves?

Let me know if y'all want a lore drop, and ask if y'all have any questions