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Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo
#1 : Omiai
[You meet Noritoshi Kamo for the first time in your life at the age of 7. He sucks at making sandcastles.]
tw: arranged marriage au, forced marriage, child marriage (not yet but soon, my condolences), noritoshi x reader, no use of 'y/n'. fluff, angst (a little i suppose?), no smut
#2 : The Ring Ceremony
This Kamo boy was annoying you- he just couldn’t get the sandcastle towers correct. “Hey!” you yell out, “I’m telling you again, we only need one tower on each side, and not crooked like you are making, what are you even doing?”
He looks up at you. Perhaps. Under all the pin straight shoulder length hair and creased brows, you weren’t sure where his focus was.
“Kamo-san, I’m telling you, just do as I tell you to!”
Noritoshi had been playing house with a seven-and-a-half-year-old you for the past hour, outside your home. The Zenin estate, he mused, was large and luxurious, and clearly comfortable for you. Two maids watched over you two playing, following whatever you ordered them to. Guards patrol the periphery of the estate, just out of sight. Both the Zenin and Kamo families, discussing matters in the house overlooking your playground, cast a happy glance over you now and then. And you, a beloved daughter of the Zenins, have clearly no idea what is going on.
How should I break it to her? Noritoshi was significantly older than you; he was almost 12, and enrolled to start Jujutsu Tech School within the next coupe years. Should I even? Perhaps I should let her enjoy her life for now.
“Kamo-san” you were starting to bristle with anger, never having been ignored in your life. This guy can’t just come into your house and into your playground and then ignore you. “Kamo-san, what are you thinking about that is so important, huh?”
Noritoshi got up, accidentally breaking a sand-tower he had made to please you, and walked back towards the house, without a word. You stared at him, indignant. Fine, you thought, if he doesn’t want to play, he doesn’t play. Nii-chan will play with me. You ask a maid to bring her to you, and moments later she comes back with a worried looking Mai. “Is everything okay, Einstein-chan?”
You giggled at her as she took that idiot Kamo boy’s place. “Oh, is our little Einstein girl happy now?” She smiled too, pinching your cheeks. Of the twins, Mai was the one who doted on you. Maki was… distant, maybe? Not very interested, you suppose? It wasn’t yours to solve, so you didn’t care much about it, especially not when Mai would bring you sweets and flowers and play with you. Life was great. You were beloved, pampered and indulged in– what more could a child need?
“Nii-chan” you whined, trying to wheedle some sympathy chocolates out of her. “Kamo-san just left, and he broke my towers too.” But Mai, instead of being angry on your behalf, just laughed.
“You must forgive him, sweetcheeks, and also- don’t call him that. Say ‘Noritoshi-sama’, okay?”
“Don’t be overbearing, Mai”. You whip your head, where did Maki even come from? “Do you want to play too, nii-chan?”--you offered Maki.
“Hmm? What are you playing?”
“House, we’re making a castle and then we’ll make the princess and then rescue her, or burn her at the stake, whichever you like, nii-chan” You beam up at Maki, who doesn’t return the enthusiasm one bit, in fact, she whistles and crouches down to your level. Mai tells her to stop, don’t do anything rash, please don’t make matters worse, please don’t, but Maki doesn’t seem to even hear it. The maids around you look a bit, what is that emotion? Perturbed? But you can tell, having no power to stop Maki, they do their best to look away, as if they were no witness or accomplice to whatever Maki has planned. Panic hits you all of a sudden, what’s happening? What’s wrong?
And then Maki says, “Why don’t you go up to the house and show everyone your talent?”
Mai is angry at Maki, she says something harshly, the maids, where are they? The sandcastle breaks as you gingerly step over it, over the playground, to the house full of your whole family, the Kamo family, they are all laughing and drinking and talking and there is your mother, in the corner, and your father, stamping his sign on papers amid cheers and pats to his back, and there is the Kamo boy, there is Noritoshi-sama.
Cursed Technique: Distillation
Time pauses. So does everyone and everything. The papers your father is stamping is regarding the distribution of the conjoined assets of the Kamo and Zenin clans after your marriage. Naoya, your cousin, is congratulating your father, but he’s not very happy actually, he had wanted to marry you eventually. The Kamos are demanding a dowry of 40 million yen for Noritoshi’s Blood Manipulation technique, but Grandpa Naobito is refusing thoroughly, and demanding an equal bride price of 47.5 million yen: 40 million for your Distillation technique and 7.5 million for your youth. The sake they are drinking was chosen by Noritoshi’s step-mother. The ring ceremony is in three months from now, and the wedding when you reach menarche. Your family is really happy. The Kamos are begrudgingly happy. Noritoshi has accepted his fate, no further opinions beyond that. You are to be married to Noritoshi Kamo.
—-
The words of delight seeing you in the room start falling silent when you start wailing, sobbing, screaming. You just stand there and cry loudly, the way little children do. Your mother promptly picks you up, apologizes, and whisks you away. As you walk away, still crying, you hear your family try to soothe the situation, hearing phrases like: “ …gets overwhelmed using her cursed technique…” “ …just a child, hahaha, got shy…” “... yes yes, too shy, a young bride, hee-hee, what a cutie …” and you begin to cry even harder.
If the Kamos were disturbed at the impolite interruption, nothing came of it. You were arranged to be given in marriage to Noritoshi Kamo, in a few years from now on.
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A/N: I'll explain Distillation further dw, tho it is pretty clear even now, lemme know if i should tag you!
chapter 2 : The Ring Ceremony
An Inkling of Refuge – Noritoshi Kamo
Part of Obeisance to The Arrow, can be read on its own though
[Noritoshi Kamo, overseas and away from Shinjuku, attempts the art of omelette-making]
[tw: noritoshi kamo x reader, age gap, child marriage, fluff, angst, teeny smut, traditionalist thoughts that gets dispelled pretty much immediately]
“Three eggs?” Noritoshi asks.
“Of course,” You reply.
Noritoshi horrifies you. He crushes the three eggs all together in between his palms, and then waits for the insides to run down his fingers into the bowl. And he doesn’t have a clue that it's probably not the way to go about it.
There are times like this when you realise that both of you were raised, as they say, spoilt rotten. Even though you were taught to make a few dishes by your mother before she declared it to be a useless endeavour, Noritoshi has clearly never entered a kitchen in his life. You watch him with a frown as he picks eggshells out with chopsticks.
You can tell he hates doing this, even though he’ll never complain out loud. You two were in Thailand (he’d left his homeland to save his own skin), in a penthouse apartment overlooking the beach (instead of the sprawling Kamo estate that he’s pretty certain has been destroyed by now), making your own food (he’s never done these servile jobs), in a kitchen (he’s a man for God’s sake). The last thought, all the conditioning of his childhood– he does his best to consciously drown out. I’m a good husband. I have to help my wife.
His family, whoever was left, found residence in the high society of Hong Kong, where they already had some relatives. For all the issues with the Kamo Clan, the generational wealth wasn’t one. He’d done his best to get all of his people out of Japan after he left Shinjuku. It wasn’t like anyone had any choice. He was now the head of the Clan, and the head had seen the mass destruction looming over their futures. The Zenins were gone, the Gojos hanging by a thread. He took the decision he had to.
“Put some salt and gochujang paste in it, love,” you tell him in the gentlest voice possible. He knows that it’s a farce. You had wanted to stay back and help the team fight in Shinjuku. She’d be dead in seconds. Still, it was your decision. For the first time since you had been married to each other as kids, he’d enforced the powers he had over you as your husband, making you drop everything else and come to Thailand with him. Safe.
“Gochujang paste? You sure?” “It’s a Korean taste, very trendy now.” Noritoshi nodded and put a teaspoon of it into the eggs, looking at you for affirmation. You nod. Teaspoon’s enough. I think.
You’re not mad at him, per se. You do realise that in the larger scheme of things he took the correct decision. Neither of you could have helped in any way against the surreal strength of your opponents. But when he declared that he was pulling out and taking his family overseas, he hadn’t informed you beforehand. And when you vehemently refused, no one took your side, in fact, Choso had told you that it’s best to leave. Even Yuuji agreed. (“In a way, you’re like my great-great-great-granddaughter-in-law, so you should listen to your elders.”) You grind your teeth at that memory.
“I’m sorry, the property agents said that the maids would take a few days to come. I’m really sorry about this.” Noritoshi said. A month ago I couldn’t have imagined making my wife, the Lady of the Kamo Clan, work in a kitchen. How far I’ve fallen. His hands began to shake a bit. Discarded. Useless. Runaway. Oh- not actually the Clan Head even, am I?
“Noritoshi.” You’re still mad at him, somewhat. You’ve spent years, ever since you were 8, trying to be a person other than just his wife. You’ve succeeded too. And then again now, you’re stuck watching the beach day in and day out, being nothing other than his wife. Cooking eggs in a kitchen. But he’s here too. Cooking eggs with you.
“Noritoshi-san.” He grins at that mocking nickname. “I don’t mind it as long as you’re here. That’s the point of it all, right? To keep our loved ones alive?”
Yes. That's the whole point of it all.
“I’ve kept you alive, husband. And you’ve kept me alive. I’ll take the days as they come.” you wash your hands and dry it on the back of his sweatshirt. As always, he lets you. But only that this time he grabs your hands in his egg-sticky ones and draws them to his lips.
I’m sorry for everything. So am I. I’m sorry this is how things happened. So am I. I know you imagined a different life, I’m sorry. So am I.
“I got eggs on your hands, sorry.” He takes your hands into the sink with his own and washes them, a soapy eggy mess. “I’m just sorry about everything in general.”
“It’s okay.” you reply. “Our hands are clean now.”
“Yeah” Noritoshi glances at the mess you’ve made of your kitchen. “Should we take a break? Let’s walk or something.” He knows you like the ritual of it. Getting ready to go out wherever you want to, wearing whatever you want, fooling around in town, without any permission from anyone. He likes it too.
As you get ready next to each other (“grey or black?” “love, they’re both sweatshirts anyway.” “i’ll go grey then” “ooh, someone’s flashy today!”) (“pass the hair conditioner” “which one, baby?” “OUAI, it’s written in English” “we ought to learn English now that we’re here” “I already know!”) (“goodness, baby, you look like a princess” “will you still wear your sweatshirt then?” “yes” “you look cute”)
As always, you twirl for him, showing off your outfit of the day while he compliments you. You make him do the same, complimenting his incredible grey sweatshirt and baggy pants. They’re both Loro Piana, even though no one would be able to ever tell, while your kitten heels, floral summer-gown and wicker hat are all thrifted for less than 7000 yen.
Noritoshi and you do your absolute best to not be too bogged down. Your friends are dying. Your families are half-dead anyway. Your homeland for a millenia decimated. But you two still make omelettes and take walks by the beach. At night you two lie naked and wrapped up in each other, believing like children that the touch of your bare skins will fend off the impending nightmares. If he knows that you've been smoking every evening, he doesn't mention it. Noritoshi has to walk barefoot over glass shards his head all day. He can't do anything to take your pain away, so if smoking is what helps, he'll look the other way like a gentleman. The shame of it all. The guilt. The treachery of the runaways.
It was the correct thing to do, the right path to take.
Then why does it hurt to the core of your beings? Why are you fully aware that you two have lived past your destined deaths, stretching out your existence which was supposed to be martyred on the battlefield? And for what? You saved your families. Just your families?
“We should get people out of there. Non-sorcerers. Hire some aeroplanes, make announcements or something.” Noritoshi thinks about your suggestions, a hint in his eye that says that it shall be done.
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“Does our marriage still embarrass you?” You two are lying face up on the beach, under a giant parasol. It did embarrass him at first, for good reason. You two were little children then, barely aware of what marriage means. You suppose you still don’t know, but you would say it’s like playing 2v1 versus 1v1 in life. More than that, you don’t know. “Of course not,” He answers. “I was 12 then. Besides, I’m not much other than your husband nowadays. If even that part of my identity was taken, I don’t know what I would have done.” He turns to you, pressing a kiss into your neck. “Despite everything, at least you’re still here for me to love.”
He leans over you, his head propped on an elbow, the other hand gently turning your face to him. His lips taste like your chapstick, but under that it's all him, the natural scent of sweet skin. His long lashes flicker shut. He doesn’t hesitate a second to open his mouth and let his tongue in. Of course he doesn’t. What else does he want as fervently as the warmth of your mouth? He runs his tongue against yours, trying to lick up anything he can. He swallows once, his mouth too full of your saliva. Moaning into your mouth, he bites down onto your lower lip and moves deeper into your mouth. You gasp for a breath as he kisses your cheeks and nose. He sucks your tongue into him, grasping your hair tighter with every second. He’s all over you and around you. It’s messy. It's uncomfortable to look at. His warm chest beats like a badly injured bird.
“My wife.” He says, kissing your forehead. “You’re my wife.” Every single thing in his life had changed, except for your presence. “Even after all these years, you’re still my wife.” When he looks at you, his eyes are wet. “Thank you.”
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a/n: the reason the kiss has been described as "uncomfortable" is because in the series and canon, kamo would be a few weeks under 18 and reader 15. the age gap is wrong, to say the least. it's an intentional choice to focus on the shitty parts of the clan politics in jjk, as well as the characters being trauma bonded at this point.
also yuji and choso are technically ancestors of noritoshi kamo- hilarious.
canonically, noritoshi knows english pretty decently, but he said 'we' to not offend his wife. her cursed technique of distillation would help her learn english pretty fucking fast, but she hasn't actually bothered to do it yet. when they go out, kamo does most of the talking while she pretends to not understand.
i also headcanon that they aren't staying in a touristy place but a more local beach town (these are old money fuckers with old money tastes) and they often get requests to take pictures with the local people. they always say yes.
also my apologies for removing the kamo pics, they weren't conveying the depressed tone
i wanted to cover the baseball game in the obeisance to the arrow but i really dont get baseball.. boo i wanted to get something out of that fun chapter
Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo
#4.5 - Sweet Dreams
[Kamo handles his emotions the ways teen boys do]
[tw: noritoshi kamo x reader, smut, forced marriage, child marriage, age gap relationship, male masturbation, bj, titty groping, face fucking, facial, possessive sex, a bit fluffy too ig <3]
#4 - Cursed Bride #5 - Man and Wife
Noritoshi Kamo flirted with the idea of fooling himself into thinking he was lucky. He was to be the future head of the great Clan Kamo (my mother a shameful mistress), he inherited the Blood Manipulation technique (they’d all throw me away if they could), he was to inherit the power, purse and position at the highest level of Jujutsu society (a child bride: you).
Soon to be married. He’d just gotten off a phone call with his father, something that went:
“Hello? Noritoshi? Can you hear me? Huh?”
“Hello, father. Yes, I’m here, good evening.”
“Noritoshi, ah, my son! Congratulations, many many congratulations! Your bride is to see your face soon, I suppose, now!”
It took a moment for him to get it. Bride. You. Marriage. Soon. Fuck.
He thanked his father and sat in his room catatonic for a few hours, missing dinner, before stumbling to Utahime-sensei’s.
But that was three days ago. He had asked for three days off, and Utahime was more than willing to grant it. All he’s done these past three days was to watch Netflix, order the most expensive sushi platters, and rot in bed. He’s still lying face up in bed. Tonight’s the last of the three days. He’s got to face everyone tomorrow. He buries his head in his pillows at the very thought of it.
Ping. A text from an unknown number. Hmm?
His eyes almost pop when he reads it– a text from you? You got a phone? Clearly, that means you’re slowly extracting yourself from the clutches of your Orthodox families. How, he’s not very sure. You’re discouraged from going outside or from having friends. You’ve been isolated your entire life. You don’t know why, because no one will tell you, but your skill of ‘uncovering’ terrifies people– people who don’t want to be uncovered.
Clearly, you trust him to not expose your growing independence to the higher-ups. Why? Does she know something about him? Perhaps something to buy his silence?
I’m judging her too harshly. After all, I’m her husband.
God, why did that make his heart jump?
The wedding wasn’t really done yet, but you’ve been engaged for 5 years now: married, really, in Noritoshi’s mind. He hasn’t seen you in over two years. He’s sent letters that you didn’t reply to, but otherwise, he hasn’t gone home. But seeing your message, and the fact that you could even send him one, means that you’ve clearly grown up a lot.
The idea stirs in his body, his hands absent-mindedly drifting over his abs to the waistline of his sweatpants. Her hair must have grown longer. His long fingers gingerly trace over the lump in his pants, savouring the sensual tickle of it. She must be taller now, perhaps up to his eyes? He palms himself, hard under his own ministrations, and turns to his side, watching himself in his wardrobe mirror.
He loves to watch himself, really. His hair, left open and flowing over his broad chest and shoulders, the sinews of his tensed neck, the blush over his cheeks, the blissed frown on his face. Looking at him now, anyone would think that he’s in pain. In a way, I suppose. He likes to take his time, teasing and edging himself till he can't take it anymore. His shirt’s been carelessly tossed off, the muscles of his gorgeous torso pulled taut against his pretty skin. He sits up, facing the mirror, cock in one hand and the other running through his locks.
Fuck, she must have grown so much. He imagines cupping your tits, weighing them in his hands. “God-” Noritoshi rocks his hips into his rough hand, his light happy trail just slightly grazing his fingers. What bras does she wear? I’d want to pull the cups down; she’s mine, after all, all mine. He’s starting to leak now, his pretty cock blushing so red. He imagines you’ll like it: a little over six inches, a shade darker than his skin, with such a pretty curve. At his fullest girth, he can just barely wrap his fingers around it.
Maybe she’d lick up the vein on the underside. He moans out loud, praying that no one is outside. He looks at himself in the mirror, fucking his hand so desperately, a bead of sweat dropping from his jaw onto his hard abs. She’d sit on the ground, begging for me to unzip my pants, maybe she’ll be too impatient and do it herself.
His groans are breathless, panting, gasping. Every wet hard thrust into his hands feels like heaven. But nothing compared to her mouth. He licks his palm, and then spits into it, and starts to fuck himself faster.
Her mouth, kitten licks to the tip, shy eyes asking me if she’ll be able to fully take me, my pre-cum dribbling down her chin to her pretty tits. He leans back, one hand against the bed and head thrown back, lost in his dreams. She’d take me in her mouth, choking and struggling, I'd kiss her forehead, my own precious baby, oh her tongue over my cock, the bulge of her cheeks, the outline of my cock fucking into her throat. “My baby, God, my love-” he’s so close, if his loose tongue or his fucked-out look in the mirror means anything. He imagines reaching a hand down to grab a handful of your perfect tits, so soft, her gasping moans, would she startle if I pinch a nipple? Or grab her hair to push her down my cock even more? Fuck into her gorgeous face? Ask her if she likes the taste of my cock? Maybe I'd make her lick my balls. “I’m close, fuck-” what if she opens her mouth wide, tongue out and begs me to let her drink my cum, to finish in her mouth, make a mess on her face – Noritoshi watches himself cum all over his hands with the loudest groans, splatters of white ruining his sweatpants. He collapses back into his bed: sweaty, fucked out and just a bit unwilling to let go the post-orgasm bliss. His long hair has been messed up, hands and thighs sticky, bed ruined. He grins. I’ll see you soon then, my wife.
#5 - Man and Wife
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a/n : i've kept it as a sub-chapter because ik not everyone enjoys smutty stuff. even though the sexual feelings of the characters are kinda important to their development thru the story, it's also not compulsory for everyone to read it.
finding out that you're pregnant -- Noritoshi Kamo
[a part of Obeisance to the Arrow, but also a standalone fic. Dated to be after reader and kamo have left Shinjuku for Thailand. Please read An Inkling of Refuge for more context]
[ w/c : 500+ ]
The pregnancy itself wasn't a surprise, but the exact timing of it was. You and Noritoshi had been trying for a while now, maybe three months. After a few too many disappointing negative tests (“We have to wait fifteen minutes, love, it’s only been five.” “I can’t, Noritoshi... We have to think of baby names.” “We shouldn't start thinking these things so soon.” “How do you suggest we spend the next ten minutes then?” “... I like ‘Ren’”), you both choose to just wait till you start getting a few symptoms.
But the symptoms are missed at first. While you kept your eyes peeled for morning sickness, all you had was a constant need to pee every half an hour, which Noritoshi blamed on your new-found milkshake addiction. And the fatigue, you suppose. But you just thought it’s all in your head. In fact, you didn’t realise that you were pregnant at all. Noritoshi did.
You were fast asleep. Your husband had started this habit of petting your head to lull you to bed before tucking you into his chest. The way he recalls it, he was doing just that, petting your head while you were asleep when he suddenly realised a subtle change in your cursed energy; just a speck moving a bit slower than usual. As if it was being sapped off from you. As it was lending its support to something inside you.
Noritoshi had actually choked up– and wept at the realisation. He was a bit too hasty, he should have hesitated for confirmation, but he says that he just knew. You were woken up suddenly, pulled into his embrace, his entire frame shaking as he silently cried.
“My love.” He had managed to sob out. He was red with emotion, face scrunched up like he was in pain, his hot tears falling onto you, arms grasping you so tightly. “My wife.” He had kissed you all over– eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, forehead. “I love you so much. I love you. I love you. My wife.”
“Love?” he was starting to scare you. “What happened? Noritoshi?”
“You don’t know.” He had said. “Let me have this for a moment. It’s just us right now. Just us.”
He put his forehead to yours, his breathing deep and unsteady, his lashes glittering with tears. You felt your own heart beat like it would jump out of your chest. The moonlight was heavy around you. He whispered, “It’s just us now: you, me and our baby.”
—-
“And then you cried like a baby too.” Noritoshi reminds you as he makes a bowl of oyakodon for you. “I don’t remember who cried more.”
“Hey, I cried because I was shocked!” You pout, trying to find something funny on Netflix. “You just sprang that on me out of nowhere. I thought that you were about to tell me that you were dying.”
He brought the bowl over to you, and grabbed his soda and he sunk into the sofa next to you. At almost 7 months pregnant, he knew not to disagree with you. “Whatever you say, princess.”
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Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo
#5 - Man and Wife
[ the day of your wedding ceremony ]
[ tw : noritoshi kamo x reader, child marriage, arranged marriage, 1100+ words ]
#4 - Cursed Bride #4.5 - Sweet Dreams #6 - Husbandly Duties
Noritoshi Kamo’s heart sank into the pits of his stomach the moment he saw you. She’s still a kid??
Somehow it hadn’t clicked in his head as of yet. Going from 12 to 17 was essentially a different lifetime, from a kid to an adult almost. He had, subconsciously, put that same expectation for you too. A wrong one, obviously. He watched you fuss over your lunch and complain about your wedding dress. She’s still a goddamn kid.
He tried to pick some fried shrimp onto his plate. This is his wedding luncheon. He finds the words a bit disorienting to think about. His. Wedding. Luncheon. The only one he’ll ever have. For the rest of his life. Happening right now. He focuses on the shrimp to make sure he doesn’t start sweating.
He’s played his part perfectly. A flawless young prince: dashing, sweet and strong. The wedding rituals done, pictures taken, the high and mighty of jujutsu world merry-making. Mother’s not here. He looks over at you, sitting next to him, chatting along with his female cousins. You look pretty. You’ve just turned 14 a few days ago. You’re his married wife now.
Even though you both have acted as elegantly as you should, he still could not stop cringing inwardly when he had to greet his friends. The Kyoto students had come as one group, except for Mai, who was with the Zenin Clan (said Zenin Clan did not interact very much with you, as Noritoshi had observed). The moment he’d spotted them approaching to give their regards to the married couple, Noritoshi had quickly whispered, “They’re my friends, be cool.” and you had whispered back “I don’t give a shit.”
The meeting was awkward, anyway. “Congratulations to the new Kamo couple!” Nitta was clearly given the role of leading this interaction. You two had gracefully bowed your regards. Momo and Miwa could not look him in the eye, even though they said that you were “very cute”. Todo and Noritoshi talked about the decor of the venue and the food options available. Nitta passed along a card from Mechamaru. They gave you a few gifts too, a tea-set and flower bouquets. Everyone was really relieved when new visitors arrived to greet you two, and the Kyoto team could leave for lunch.
Meeting Gojo-sama and Megumi Fushiguro was awkward too. Even though the three of them had met before, you were unaware of Megumi’s existence. “Ah, Megumi, meet your cousin, wait- you’re his aunt, right?” Gojo-sama had declared. Both you and Megumi had stared at each other in shock for a second, before quickly recovering your composure, you as a polished bride and him being Megumi. “Hello, Megumi-kun, I hope that you are enjoying your time?” “Yes, thank you, it’s very nice here,” Megumi replied. Gojo elbowed him. “And my congratulations to both of you.” Both you and Noritoshi had bowed again at that, so well-trained. It was awkward. They left too afterwards.
“I have a secret nephew?” you had whispered to Noritoshi. “How come you know my nephew and I don’t?”
“It’s complicated.” Noritoshi had whispered back.
The knot in Noritoshi’s stomach kept twisting itself tighter, even though he didn’t let it show. As per traditional norms, a boy gains maturity at 16 and a girl at 15: he was an adult marrying a kid. Everyone understood that this wasn’t a choice for him, but he still felt some rude stares coming his way during the Sankon no Gi ceremony. Clearly, watching you two drink sake from the same cups made people feel … bothered? A bit? This was a bit too intimate, something which was okay between husband and wife, but not between an adult man and a young girl. No one raised any heckles, of course. But Noritoshi felt his embarrassment burn inside all the same. This wasn’t a choice for either of you.
You hadn’t resisted a bit throughout the day. You played the part of a bride just as you had been taught to. Even as the day ended, and you both were ushered into his room with a lot of giggles from the tipsy Kamo family, you seemed to simply resign to your fate.
Compared to your previous chambers, you mused, Noritoshi’s room was incredible. He had a low bed, a few futons and chaise lounges on the floor, a large TV, a separate wardrobe and changing area, in-suite washrooms, a bookshelf, an aquarium, and even a veranda overlooking his private garden. Noritoshi sat in front of a mirror, taking his hair out of the topknot.
“We’re not fucking.” You suppose it’s best to get it out of the way as soon as possible.
He makes a disgusted face at you. “Of course not,” he replies easily. She’s such a child. “Do make sure you drop a bit of your blood on the sheets though, otherwise they’ll just bother us unnecessarily.” You just shrug.
God. The realisation had suddenly struck him. She’s not a child– it’s so much worse. She's a teenager.
“I’m gonna use the washroom now, so don’t bother me.” You declared, climbing out of your ornate wedding kimono. “And then I’ll take the bed, because I’m a lady, and you can take the futon. Also, I didn’t get to eat dinner, so I want a bowl of oyakodon topped with sriracha.”
Just a week of this and then I’ll be back in school. In his melancholy about the whole wedding thing, it had slipped his mind that you were, ultimately, a spoilt rich teenager. A Zenin at that. He got up to tell the cooks to make your food – “Hey! Don’t open the door when I’m undressing! Dumbass!”
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It’s 2 am and Noritoshi is genuinely impressed that you can sleep so carefree. How has the fundamental weight of being a married woman at the age of 14 not hit you? Do you not realise what this means for your future? Do you not realise that you have effectively been trapped into being a housewife and broodmare? Do you understand that you have no rights over yourself anymore? Noritoshi can’t sleep a wink, and it’s not because of the futon. He gets up and walks over to the bed; there you are sleeping soundly, not a single worried thought in your head. And then it hits him. She’s gonna make a run for it.
You don’t care for your inevitable terrible married future because you’re not planning to face it.
After a minute of astounded consideration on this topic, Noritoshi decides that it's not the kind of thing he wants to bother himself with at this time of the night. You surely aren't going anywhere tonight- he would wake up before you set a foot off the bed. He just goes back to the futon to lie down again. If his wife ran away from him, it would be a big scandal, but quite frankly, he was certain that his family would never let that happen. Besides, where will she run off to? He yawned. It was pretty late. Let that little brat do what she does. Not like anything much will come out of it.
concept art for this chapter - here
#6 - Husbandly Duties
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If the reader (CT: Distillation) ever gets a Domain Expansion (highly unlikely tho, its mentioned that it's like the pinnacle of sorcery and like 99% sorcerers don't have it, it's a bit unrealistic, but it's my fiction anyway) it would be a plain white sphere where the victim is bombarded with confusion. White is the distilled essence of all colours. Distillation allows the user to understand everything the eye can see. The victim of the DE gets the opposite end of the stick: since all they can see is plain white nothing, they understand nothing that's happening leading them to remain in a confused hazy state. Sorta like a drug trip where nothing makes sense.
im actually terrified of casting noritoshi's character wrongly. what if i disrespect akutami's work by completely misunderstanding his characters? what if my breathtaking realizations of his personality is just me being an idiot? please dont hesitate to tell me if i make mistakes. ahh im actually very unsure when i write, but when i see all your sweet messages and replies, that feels like a warm hug <3
actually this feels a bit awkward to admit, but obeisance to the arrow noritoshi kamo is very loosely based on my (now-ex)boyfriend. however, we kinda broke up on bad terms about the time chapter 5 went up, and its just a little bit ...weird? discomforting? im not sure. i didn't mean to make noritoshi like my ex, its just that once i started figuring his personality out more and more, i ended up realizing that he's a lot like my ex lol. it makes sense ig, i had to find both boys interesting enough to date or write about. i separate them consciously in my head now. i just dread the smutty scenes tho
lore drop: reader and noritoshi kamo end up having 4.5 kids.
Satoshi Kamo who later takes the surname Itadori. Conceived in the culling games arc, miscarried, kept in a tube like the Death Paintings, later given physical form and raised by Yuuji (I'll battle canon if I have to). to their dismay, they look perfectly like a 50-50 copy of you and noritoshi. Despite the male name, they are genderless (miscarried before the sex organs were formed, so biologically female ig, but they aren't into the concept of gender) and swing wildly between pansexual and asexual. 'Satoshi' carries the same characters as 'Satoru', meaning 'wisdom, enlightenment, bodhi, clever', being named in his honour (Satoshi doesn't really like that tbh). Satoshi was blessed by Gojo while they were in the womb. As they were conceived and 'born' during the culling games, they have an insane amount of cursed energy, inherited both blood manipulation and distillation (chimeric soul), can do RCT, domain expansions, barriers and new shadow style techniques. They're one of the strongest sorcerers of the post-modern age, far bypassing their parents or siblings. They prefer alt/emo fashion, and really enjoy trying new foods with Yuuji. Even though they're a bit shy and reserved at first glance, they actually have a chibi sunshine personality. Satoshi, having been an incomplete foetus in a jar for a decade, really loves living life to the fullest. Fav food: anything new. will happily try weird food combos.
Naomi Kamo-Zenin, born at a time when reader and Kamo have left Shinjuku and are residing in France. They were unsure if they could go back to japan at this point of time, so they gave her a western-sounding name with japanese characters, meaning 'honest/direct/candid beauty'. technically their firstborn, since Satoshi was miscarried at birth. higher CE than younger siblings. inherited blood manipulation. She likes to go shopping with Chihiro, hates studying (weak at stem subjects), but good with people. She's been raised with the tacit expectation of leading the Kamo-Zenin Clan as the next head and takes it seriously. Looks more like you than Noritoshi even tho she has her dad's personality. Fluent in Japanese, English, French and Mandarin. Fav food: Slightly bitter things like dark chocolate and americanos.
Chihiro Kamo-Zenin, first child born back in Japan. his name means 'a thousand, generous, gentle, wise', with the character 'chi' = blood to represent the newly rebuilt Kamo-Zenin clan, tying them back to their old pure blood and of course, the esteemed blood manipulation technique that he also inherits, along with RCT. he was born at a time when his parents are doing their best to rebuild japan, and was raised by mostly nannies and Naomi in his early years. He's a shy young boy who likes to read books rather than go out, very obedient, intelligent and sensitive. His face is an exact copy of Noritoshi's. higher CE than younger siblings. The higher-ups want him to succeed as the clan head instead of his sister, even though he has no plans to do so. Vey close to Naomi. Fav food: anything dino-shaped.
Elder twin Asahito Kamo-Zenin, 'rising sun'. Younger twin Tsukiko Kamo-Zenin 'daughter of the moon', also named to honour Tsumiki. Megumi was staying with your family at the time of your difficult pregnancy with the twins. After their parents, he was the first person to hold them, and is very attached to both of them. the twins share both their (kinda low) CE and CT, i.e. at any point of time, only of them can use the Ten Shadows technique, which was a surprise to everyone including Megumi, who had to teach them how to control it. the twins are attached at the hip to each other, read each others minds, and do their best to be absolute menaces, being the only extroverts in the most introverted family. They haven't tamed anything other than the divine dogs yet. They mostly look like you but with their father's eyes. Fav food: Asahito likes crab platters and Tsukiko likes cold soba noodles.
people i am an economics and international politics major and if i dont explain the economics and international politics of the jujutsu kaisen world in my arranged marriage fanfic ill go insane
lemme finish my damn exam then ill write the one-shot megumi meeting Divine Dog White after so many years when your kids inherit Ten Shadows
hey iv been receiving a few anon hatey messages that im romanticizing child marriage??? im not. the obeisance to the arrow series deals with it as its primary theme but in no way does it praise child marriage. i think it deals with the issues that come with it pretty openly.
but the thing is, even if it did, its allowed to. people can write about fucked up stuff, because its all fiction. like, idk what to say, its ok to write about the most fucked up stuff possible. thats fine because literature is just like that. u dont have to justify writing shit, man. as long as ur not personally going after anyone trying to hurt them, its ok.
also im a person. im a econ-pol college student, i prefer tea to coffee, i dont like going to the doctors, i like painting my nails, i like reading horror but not watching them, im really good at writing essays, im pansexual. im saying this to reiterate the fact that im a person who gets hurt when people send mean messages to me. so please dont.
drawing noritoshi and its only now that i realise that his og hair is so ugly??? like damn that man HEAVILY relied on his face card cuz his hair isnt helping him at all lmaoo
Man and Wife
The Kamo family crest, mon, is a crimson-coloured lotus, Guren 紅蓮. The Kamos are canonically the most conservative of the three clans, along with the inherited Blood Manipulation technique, it would make sense that their obsession with blood would show in the colour of their crest.
Lotus symbolises purity from the dirt. Here it would be like, "our noble blood is better than the those of the rest". It speaks to their elitism, their jujutsu heritage, their dignity through the generations. All of which are pinned onto Noritoshi's chest.
The wataboshi (bridal veil) does not cover the face of the bride usually. Here, the reader's face is covered because it's too big for her, both literally and metaphorically. Plus, her cursed powers work through her eyesight. Having her blindfolded makes the wedding guests more comfortable being in her presence.
a/n: my old dog of a laptop finally gave up before i got to refine noritoshi's face a bit more but i'll take it. can u tell that i enjoy drawing women's clothing so much more? i hate not being perfect at first try, but im slowly learning to draw. im not an artist folks, clearly.
idk if anyone's noticed but i keep editing and re-editing previously released chapters because i can never be fully happy with my own creations. my deepest apologies. the plot hasn't changed tho*.
*the plot for an inkling of refuge (god i hate the name but if i change it now people will get confused i think) will change a lil bit later to fit in better with the story. besides, "he’d enforced the powers he had over you as your husband" what even does that mean??? i cant explain it without revealing major spoilers so please bear it for now (╥﹏╥)
lore drop - in the obeisance to the arrow universe, the first Six Eyes is born 3 years after Gojo Satoru passes away. the mother and child both went missing a few hours after its birth, and have never been found after that. charged with kidnapping and possible murder of both, the father has been disowned from the gojo clan and ousted from jujutsu society, and has to work as a cook in a school to get by. rumour is that the foreign-born non-sorcerer woman who married into the gojo clan realised the life that awaited a Six Eyes user, especially the direct spiritual descendant of Gojo Satoru, and made a run for it with her baby as fast as she could, changing identities and forging documents as she escaped. the charges against the father are just to cover up the fact that he helped them escape. many, many people are looking for them, even now.
however, the birth of a second Six Eyes user a year after the first convinced enough people that the first one is dead (no two six eyes users exist at the same time, well, at least until the Culling Games) and the hunt for them was called off. The second child eventually also acquired the limitless technique, but she lives a very different life than Gojo Satoru, being kept away from society at a children's inpatient rehab clinic, kinda abandoned by her family who rues her "lost potential". she's very low functioning AuADHD, physically very delicate and sickly, and blinded herself in one eye during one horrible meltdown. satoshi kamo is her only friend. he helps her take walks in the gardens whenever he visits her. at the time of the last fic, when Satoshi would be 16 years old, she would be 12.
How Was Noritoshi Kamo Found To Have Blood Manipulation?
[ 860+ words | part of Obeisance to The Arrow Universe | fluff, angst, canon-compliant | tw: adultery, misogyny, blood, Kamo sr. is a fuckwad]
Who was Ms. Kanagusuku? For starters, she was a bold spirit who left her little backwater village after high school for the spicy flashy metro city life. She was then the tired waitress who locked eyes with the handsome older man at his event (said event being the 100 Day Celebration of his son). A number on a napkin, a meeting in a bar, a walk along the river that carried the same name as that gentleman- Kamo. She was the young homewrecker whose guilt melted as his unhesitant lips warmed her neck, her fingers twined around the strands of his long hair. She was the dumb fucking clown who believed him when he said, “My wife? Don’t even take her name, she’ll never understand me the way you do” and “You’re different, sweetheart, you’re the only one for me. I’ll leave her the second I can” and “You don’t want to get involved with my family, it’s too complicated there” and “Keep the baby, my darling, we’ll raise him together, we’ll get married and be a happy family.”
Not like any of that happened. But that was all years ago. Right now, Ms. Kanagusuku is a damsel who stubbed her toe and is writhing in pain on the kitchen floor.
I know this is all karma for what I did, but isn’t it getting a bit too much?
“Mama?” Noritoshi’s voice calls out from the living room. “Are you okay?”
At least, at the very least, I’ve still got my son.
Her bright-eyed and soft-cheeked little boy doesn’t wait for her to reply as he comes running to her, eyes widening when he notices her like that. Her broken toenail is bleeding all over.
“Mama, you’re hurt!” He’s almost in tears, poor child, as he softly picks up her hand in both of his and kisses it, exactly the way she does to him when he gets a boo-boo. He doesn’t know how to help other than that. “Mama, Mama, it’s ok.” He’s distraught, sniffing his tears in. “Just fix your blood, okay?”
Fix my blood? “I’m fine, baby. I just shouted because I was surprised, it doesn’t actually hurt.” Ms. Kanagusuku lies. “I’ll bandage it now, don’t worry.”
Noritoshi shakes his head. “Fix your blood first, Mama. You’re so red everywhere.” He chokes back a sob.
“How do you fix blood, son?” His father’s voice drawls lazily. For someone who promised to give her the moon, he hasn’t even put down his magazine to help her up. “Go wash the blood off, you’re scaring him.”
“I can’t fucking walk.”
“God!” Kamo slams the magazine down, having to help her stumble into the bathroom. “Don’t curse in front of him!”
Little Noritoshi is still sniffling when his dad picks him up. However harsh he is to his mistress, he’s always been a good father. That, and the fact that Kamo pays for everything, is the only reason, Ms. Kanagusuku tells herself as she washes the blood off her foot with a wince, that she tolerates the way he acts towards her.
“Toshi, when you grow up don’t be a crybaby like your mother, alright?” His dad doesn’t come by often, only about twice a week around dinner time, and is always gone by the time he’s awake the next morning. Even though he’s worried sick about his mother’s leg, it’s nice to be held up like this. “Ah, I forgot,” Kamo laughs. “How do you fix blood, huh, silly boy?”
“You pull it back in so it's not bloody anymore.”
Kamo freezes. Ms. Kanagusuku, clouded in her own pain, misses the moment when Noritoshi’s life tips over.
"Can you do that?"
"Papa?"
“You can pull your blood in?”
“Yeah, Papa.”
Kamo Sr. runs to get a sewing needle, dips it in his beer, and sticks it into his son’s trembling fingertip. If he flinches because the needle went deeper than he thought, Kamo ignores it. Noritoshi’s blood drips down his finger like tears.
“Show me that you can fix it.” It’s a command but his father’s voice is light. The child is scared of things he doesn’t understand yet.
Yet he obeys. He scrunches his eyes shut tight and wishes really really hard that his wound gets fixed. What he does, subconsciously, is manipulate the leaked blood back into his veins and increase the platelet count to seal the injury. When he opens his eyes a second later, his wound has scabbed over, and his father is bear-hugging him so tight that his ribs hurt. “I'm so proud of you, my son. I’m so proud to be your father.” Noritoshi’s six-year-old head is spinning. “You’re a godsend, you don’t even understand. Noritoshi-” He says, “-wake up early tomorrow, we’ll go out, yes, son?”
Ms. Kanagusuku is still in the bathroom. Of all the things that she is, she is ignorant of the fact that this is her last day with her son. She doesn’t know that tomorrow, Kamo Noritoshi will be packaged in an expensive kimono and presented to the Clan as the heir. She doesn’t know that they will be torn apart like grass in the wind, and will only see each other after 12 years. She doesn’t know that the memory of this day will haunt him for the rest of his life.
a/n: at the time of their meeting, Kamo’s father was 30 and his mother was 19. So at the point of this fic, his mother would be 25 and his father 36. Kanagusuku is an Okinawan surname; she was a new kid in mainland Japan who thought she was living her own Cinderella story finding Kamo Sr. but it was actually more like The Conjuring. he gets away with abusing her because he's got her trapped. the only way she can leave is by letting go of her son too, which she eventually does as we know in canon. also the fact that she keeps her Okinawan version of her surname instead of changing it to Kaneshiro, which is the Japanese version of the name, to fit into Kyoto society, says something about her. on one hand, she is a homewrecker who fucked a married man knowing full well what she was doing. on the other hand... does she actually deserve all this?
this is very important to me that u picture takumi from nana when u think of Kamo Sr.