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AU where Regulus’ karma is having a son who happens to be the carbon copy of Sirius.
anything for you.
note: my beautiful princess tsubaki <3 had this idea on my mind for a bit, so i hope you enjoy!
pairing: tsubakino tasuku x gender neutral reader
word count: 1.8k
tags: gender neutral reader, he/him pronouns used for tsubaki, vague descriptions of violence, established relationship, fluff, pet names, reader is an acts of service kind of person
it’s in the heat of a fight when it happens.
tsubakino and the jikoku unit are on patrol when one of the townspeople informs them that some punks are causing trouble on the outskirts of makochi. they are quick to intervene, and the fight they find themselves involved in isn’t difficult by any means, each member of the jikoku unit able to take on their opponent with ease.
the guy that tsubakino’s facing is rather unimpressive, but he’s able to get a lucky hit on tsubakino. the punch doesn’t hurt in the slightest, but tsubakino notices something right after he gets hit.
the shift in tsubakino’s energy is nearly palpable, causing some people involved in the brawl to freeze. the twins pause from fighting for a moment, meeting each other’s gaze and sharing a look before turning towards tsubakino. there’s only one thing that would set their captain off like that.
tsubakino has chipped a nail.
tsubakino’s opponent appears to notice him inspecting his nails and scoffs. “aw, is the princess upset because she ruined a nail?” he taunts. a foolish move considering it only serves to anger tsubakino more.
“my partner just did my nails,” tsubakino smooths his skirt out before turning his attention to the punk responsible. “and you just had to go and mess it up.”
the man must have come to his senses because his hands shake as he holds them out in front of him in fists. he tries to step back, to put some distance between himself and tsubakino, but it’s futile. in one smooth kick, tsubakino knocks him out.
tsubakino turns towards the rest of the jikoku unit with a tight smile on his face. “let’s make this quick boys!”
members of the jikoku unit follow the command from their captain, no longer taking the time to leisurely play around with their opponents. they knock out the men with ease, pushing them out of town with their tails tucked between their legs.
“great work guys!” tsubakino’s smile is no longer as tight as before as he praises his unit for a job well done. “that’s the end of our patrol, so you guys are free for the rest of today!” he says, clapping his hands together.
with tsubakino's dismissal, most of the jikoku unit disperses, saying their goodbyes as they pass by their captain. the only people who stick around are his vice-captains: the sakaki twins.
"that includes you two," tsubakino says, wagging a finger at his second-in-commands, "you're free to go."
"we'll see you tomorrow," uryu says, dipping his head slightly. uryu and seiryu begin to walk off, but seiryu makes sure to sneak in a cheeky comment before they can get too far.
"enjoy your time with your partner, tsubaki!" there's a knowing look on seiryu's face as he waves goodbye over his shoulder.
"i will," tsubakino replies, smiling.
once his team is out of view, tsubakino takes his phone out and pulls up your contact. clicking the call button, tsubakino raises the mobile device to his ear. it only rings once before you answer.
"hello beautiful," you say in a sing-songy way, making tsubakino's smile widen.
"hi baby," tsubakino coos. he draws the phone closer to his ear as if it will bring you even nearer to him. "what are you doing?"
"nothing much," you sigh, "just getting some work done at home. what about you? you should be done with patrol by now, right?"
"yeah, i just finished! had to sort some guys out who were causing trouble on the edge of town, and one of them messed up my nails," tsubakino pouts as he inspects his nails again. the damage isn't devastating, but his one chipped nail already bothers him.
"are you alright? no injuries?" you ask, concern seeping into your voice.
"no injuries," tsubakino promises, sweet and reassuring. although tsubakino can take care of himself, which you're more than well aware of, he knows that you can't help but worry about him.
"good. good," you say, sounding relieved. "if you're free right now, do you want to come over to mine? i can fix your nail since i know it's going to bother you if it doesn't get fixed soon," you lightly tease.
"that sounds great,” tsubakino beams. “i'll pick up some snacks and drinks for us on my way over, so i'll be at yours in half an hour or so?"
“sounds perfect, my love. i’ll see you soon.”
tsubakino and you exchange goodbyes and i love yous before ending the call. he then begins walking back towards the center of town, thinking of what he wants to pick up for you two to share.
although the decision is really made for tsubakino since many of the townspeople offer him food and drinks as he passes by their establishments. he tries to turn some of them down, but they insist, placing to-go bags directly into tsubakino's hands for him to take. once tsubakino's hands are completely full, he opts to take side streets to your place instead of the main road. it's thankfully quieter on this route, and no good-natured shop keepers offer tsubakino any of their goods.
tsubakino arrives at your front door, a little less than half an hour after the call ended with you. he lightly knocks on your door, unable to do much more with his hands full. he can hear the pitter patter of footsteps before the door swings open, revealing your beautiful face.
"hello gorgeous," you greet before quickly ushering tsubakino inside. "let me take these from you. thank you so much for grabbing something on your way, you didn't have to."
"thank you honey." tsubakino gives you a kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a light imprint of his lipstick. "and i was planning on buying us some snacks and drinks, but the townspeople essentially shoved these into my arms as i was passing through the center."
"ah, as they usually do?"
tsubakino hums in response, wrapping himself around you as you unload the food and drinks tsubakino was provided with onto your kitchen table. you lean back into tsubakino's hold, pressing a kiss into the column of his neck.
"do you want to eat right now or do you want me to fix your nail first?"
"are you hungry?" tsubakino asks in return. "or thirsty?"
you make a contemplative sound. "not really. i can fix your nail first and then we can eat afterwards?" you suggest.
tsubakino drops his chin onto your shoulder, squeezing you a little tighter. "sounds good, baby."
"how about you go take a seat at my work station, and i'll join you after i quickly clean up here?"
tsubakino releases his hold on you and follows your suggestion. he makes his way through your apartment, pushing the door to venture into your bedroom. your work station is in the far corner of your room, and tsubakino takes a seat in the chair that's unofficially designated as his.
you’re not far behind him, entering your room only a few minutes after tsubakino takes a seat. you take the seat opposite of him, flipping on your desk lamp and making yourself comfortable.
“okay, let me see the damage.”
tsubakino places his left hand in your open palm, allowing you to inspect his nails and see how your work has held up from his fight.
"at least it's only one," you murmur, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the nail of his index finger. the red polish that you previously used to paint tsubakino's nails has chipped off in some places, exposing his nail bed.
you let go of tsubakino's hand, so you can pull open your desk drawers. "you can play some music in the background if you want, love," you say as you dig through your drawers to locate the supplies necessary to repair the chipped polish.
tsubakino pulls outs his phone from his pocket, opening up the music player app and putting the playlist you made together on shuffle. music suddenly fills the room, playing at a low volume from his speaker. the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile as you continue placing everything you need onto your desk.
you gently take tsubakino’s hand, beginning the process of carefully taking off the polish on his left index finger. tsubakino props his elbow onto your desk, resting his chin into his open palm, content to watch as you work away.
you're mostly relaxed, singing along quietly to the song playing in the background but from time to time, your face will scrunch up slightly in concentration, careful to not mess up tsubakino's other nails or smear any of the ruby red polish onto his cuticles. you’re too cute. tsubakino's so lucky to have a partner like you.
you're so supportive of him and his interests. you've always been like that. you often send him links to fashion articles or posts you think he would be interested in and enjoy surprising him from time to time with new hair, skincare, or makeup products you think he would like trying out. he appreciates how you've also tried to familiarize yourself with his interests, whether its through your own research or by asking tsubakino questions when he's talking about the latest fashion trends.
however, tsubakino was most touched when you offered to do his nails for the first time, shyly informing him that you've been trying to teach yourself how to do nails, so he wouldn't have to pay and go to a salon to get it done. you profusely apologized when they turned out a little wonky the first time you did them for him, but that's still tsubakino's favorite set he's ever gotten done because you did them for him.
you've definitely improved over time and grown far more confident in your skills. tsubakino thinks you could make some real money doing people's nails, but you brush him off whenever he brings it up, saying that you're content with having one client.
it doesn't take you long to finish fixing up tsubakino's nail. you carefully look it over for any imperfections, turning tsubakino's hand slightly from side to side before you appear to be satisfied.
"all done!"
"amazing work as always!" tsubakino praises, holding his hand up to admire the job you've done. you really are so talented.
"you flatter me, love," you say, laughing lightly as you put your equipment away in your desk drawers. once everything is in its place, you dust your hands off and offer a hand to tsubakino. he places his hand in yours, smiling when you kiss the back of it.
"shall we go eat now that's taken care of?"
"we shall."
tsubakino allows you to lead him out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, smiling the whole way through. he really is so lucky to experience a love like yours.
New Tomura Shigaraki art from Horikoshi!!!
a/n: spider-man!gojo letsgooooo <3 i will probably make this a series! dont be shy, leave a note and reblog!! also feel free to share ur thoughts on spidey gojo!!
when you step into your room after a hard day in university, the last thing you expect to see is a spider hanging down from your ceiling. it’d be okay if the spider wasn’t giant with red and blue all over it and didn’t have your diary in his hands.
“what the hell?” you look around warily as you quickly close your door. “what exactly are you doing here?”
he tilts his head to the side, shaking your item in his hands, “reading this. your life is pretty boring, by the way.”
you roll your eyes, ripping your diary from his hands, and fall onto your bed, tossing your bag somewhere. ignoring his whining, you close your eyes, feeling yourself relax despite the presence of the boy. though, as soon as you open your eyes you are met with the white orbs of his mask watching you intently.
he lowers himself by your bed’s side, careful not to touch your sheets with his suit as it is a little dusty with city’s dirt.
“i wanna show you my face.”
“what?!” you sit up immediately, wary of his next actions when he only chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head slightly, and reaches his hands to the back of his mask. “wait, no, i’m not ready-!”
all the words stick in your throat unable to come out as soon as you see his face. your eyes widen in surprise, going over and over every inch of his face while he only continues to stare back at you as if he hasn’t seen your face a million times before. the way he is between your legs doesn’t help either, but he is literally so tall that his face is on the same level as yours. his face is familiar yet so new, yet you can’t bring yourself to think about anything else than how pretty he actually is.
“how does your hair even fit under the mask?” you mutter the question out loud and slap a hand over your mouth as soon as you realize what happened.
the boy before you laughs, ruffling his white locks, “that’s the first thing you wanna ask? not even my name?”
his question makes you realize things you never thought about before or never really paid any mind. who even is he? a local superhero who once helped you and somehow managed to worm himself into your life with his often unexpected late night appearances and ability to talk pretty much non-stop about everything and nothing. the only thing you haven’t discussed with him would probably be him, the boy under the mask.
of course, you wondered what was the name of the so called “spider-boy” and “spiderling” and your “friendly neighbourhood spider-man”, but you weren’t the one to push when he told you that it’d be better if you didn’t know his true identity.
so you sigh after a few moments of silence, rubbing your temples, “what’s your name then?”
“gojo satoru.” your brain short-circuits.
“wait- gojo as in gojo inc? the largest tech conglomerate in the world?”
“yep, that’s the one,” he quickly says, and then looks around before rubbing his neck with shyness that is foreign to him. “uh, do you maybe have some spare clothes i could put on?”
you silently move away to walk to your closet and while you dig for some oversized shirt and pants, your mind is running a mile an hour. you think about all of the times your unassuming self let the local hero into your room, or when you spent your evening chatting with him on the roofs of not really trustworthy areas of town. the times he offered you a quick ride home, gently grabbing your waist and shielding your eyes when you started panicking about the height and the speed of his movements.
as he changes in the bathroom, you quickly google the company’s name and look for him in images - and there he is, in all of his human glory. standing by his father’s side as the heir of the gojo inc. and looking pretty smug. the thought of cameras barely capturing his true beauty sets your face on fire because you were able to see it up close. but you also figure out one of the reasons why he hasn’t told anyone about his secret.
you are the first one to know about his secret.
“miss me?” he whispers right in your ear, making you scream. while satoru starts giggling like an idiot, you hurriedly push away and order to stay in your bathroom because you’re pretty sure your mother heard you clearly.
“is everything okay?” she asks from the kitchen, you assume, and you grip the handle of the bathroom door when you feel him lean against it from the other side. unfortunately for you, the only excuse you are able to come up with is:
“yeah, i just thought i saw a spider!”
you hear gojo’s stifled laughter even before you finish the phrase, and as soon as you make sure that your mom isn’t concerned anymore you let him out.
“what a good girl you are, said the truth,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “saw a spider, didn’t you?”
“ugh, shut up,” you roll your eyes, “i’m still confused.”
“‘bout what?” gojo wonders as he plops down on your bed, comfortably sitting against the headboard. you find yourself compelled to sit by his side and not opposed to him.
“why did you show me who you really are?”
satoru shrugs, swiftly laying his head on your shoulder and effectively making you want to throw yourself out of the window even though you’re pretty sure he’d be quick to save you.
“just wanted you to know, i guess? i trust you, y’know.”
you’re so confused but it’s hard to focus on anything else than his weight on the side of your body. you can feel how tired he is and even though you have a million questions to ask him, you keep your mouth shut, only nodding at his words and relaxing enough to rest your head on top of his. you know that your mother can come into your room anytime and misunderstand the whole situation(understandably so), but as you open your mouth to speak up gojo gets ahead of you,
“can i stay here for a bit please? i’ll leave soon, i promise.”
“alright.”
and then it’s like nothing has changed; soon he is talking your ears off about his day and how many bad guys he managed to catch, but he is by your side and not lazily spinning in your squeaky chair or hanging down from the ceiling. so you decide on asking him all the questions that his revelation brought to your mind the next time he is in your room, not as spider-man but as gojo satoru.
