A/N: Hello everyone! Name's Jo and this is my first Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic! I've only recently started watching and reading the series, and I'm intrigued by the story and of course, by the insensitive prick that is Satoru Gojo. I got the idea for this piece after thinking about the dynamics between Geto and Gojo, their differing ideologies, and what would happen if there was a politically arranged marriage between Gojo and another powerful sorcerer thrown into the mix. FYI, I will be mixing up terms such as sorcerer/ shaman since I'm still new to this fandom. Also, this will not be a typical love story. Think something like the Noctis/Lunafreya type of thing from FFXV but a lot more dramatic and not completely innocent. There will be betrayal, conflict, abuse, and angst - lots of it. I'll try to keep the characters in character as much as possible but some deviation will probably occur down the line. Also, the OC will probably be annoying in the first chapters because she's intended to be that way. Also, there will be a lot of jumping around in terms of the timeline so I put in the dates.

Anyway, hope you'll like it! I welcome all constructive criticism! Hate comments will be ignored!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen.

Warning: the story contains themes such as abuse, gore, non-consensual relations, toxic behavior, etc. Read at your discretion and risk.

Cursed Love

~PROLOGUE~

October 2016.

Tokyo.

A city that is known by nearly every person around the world. With a population of 37.468 million folks as of 2018, to call the place crowded would be an understatement. Nevertheless, Tokyo adjusted to its ever-growing populace by providing entertainment, accommodation, job opportunities, and more over the years. The passage of time brings about unavoidable change and is not often a good one. Modern day-to-day lifestyle is draining and negative emotions tend to swell and overflow from people's hearts, turning into vicious and monstrous abominations of the shadows as a result.

Demons, ghosts, spirits - regardless of how one calls them, they exist in this world and humans are the ones who give birth to them. Ages ago, in response to the dangers lurking around them, a selective group of people that would become known as jujutsu sorcerers or shamans learned how to utilize the same negative energy within their bodies that gave rise to demons. From there, they created techniques and nurtured unique abilities that were proven useful in their fight against cursed beings time and again.

The jujutsu sorcerers realized at some point that blood is key for certain abilities to manifest in people. This realization led the sorcerers to begin selectively marrying amongst themselves, nurturing powerful bloodlines along the way. In Japan, three families enjoy the status of most powerful in the jujutsu society: the Gojo, the Kamo, and the Zen'in. There are others such as the Inumaki clan who, while not one of the Great Three, are still a powerful lineage with unique and exclusive abilities.

In the modern age, the Gojo family distinguishes itself from the other families for a very peculiar reason. This clan managed to distill a perfect sorcerer, a living God on Earth for the first time in four hundred years. Inheritor of both the Limitless technique and ocular ability known as Six Eyes, Satoru Gojo is known across the jujutsu society as the greatest sorcerer alive and currently holds the post of Gojo family head.

However, even the Great Three - including Satoru Gojo - bow their heads to the sovereignty of the jujutsu higher-ups or the Council. Comprised of the Great Three's representatives and other important jujutsu sorcerers, the higher-ups ensure the safety of the jujutsu society as a whole. Conservative by nature, the higher-ups don't enjoy or much care for the appreciation of other sorcerers. On the other hand, they very much care if the other sorcerers do not adhere to the rules and regulations imposed by the council - which makes Satoru Gojo the usual target of their ridicule and fury. The white-haired sorcerer is known for stirring trouble with his every breath but his latest stunt seemed to twist the knickers of almost all council members.

"This is inexcusable, Satoru Gojo," one of the higher-ups barks to which the young man barely reacts. "Information such as this is highly sensitive and must be discussed prior to any concrete decisions!"

Satoru chuckles, his blue orbs twinkling behind a pair of round shades. "How is my life any of your business? Am I not allowed to make decisions of my own?"

"We're not talking about trivial matters, Gojo," another council member says surprisingly calmly. "Not only have you made a decision behind our back but you've hidden it from us deliberately for a decade."

"Well, it wasn't deliberately per se," Satoru shrugs it off as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I was young once too, you know. Such things were far off of my mind, I merely wanted time and space to think on it."

"Don't patronize us, Satoru Gojo," the rude councilmember barks yet again, furiously hurling his words through the thin screen. "You waited until you became clan head so you could face no opposition."

Satoru smirks, his face appearing menacing as he does so. "Oh my, now that is a serious accusation. Why would I do that?"

"Enough of these games," the preceding councilman says, slamming his fist against the wooden pedestal. "Satoru Gojo, what exactly is the reason behind your actions?"

For a while, the Gojo head contemplates making a snide remark or a sarcastic comeback. He has a particular punchline in mind that is hanging on the tip of his tongue. Be nice, he repeats to himself, remembering the promise he had made prior to this meeting. Sighing, Satoru puts on his most genuine, honest smile, hoping it's enough to fool the old farts, and says:

"Love."

Elsewhere, in Tochigi Prefecture, a lonesome woman observes the breathtaking Nikko National Park. A longtime wish of hers was to visit the place that her mother used to talk about often. The woman sighs as images of her mother flash before her eyes, reminding her of a childhood long gone. A shame, she thinks briefly as she observes her surroundings. Despite spending nearly every summer in Japan, Liv Drakon never truly resonated with her mother's homeland and she knows her looks are the larger part of the reason for such circumstances. An obvious foreigner with her unnaturally pale face and platinum blond hair, she stands out among the Asian populace like a sore thumb. If only they knew. Seemingly lost in thought, her hazel-green eyes are fixated on the forest trees. She watches the leaves sway as the wind blows, surrendering to the current completely. She can smell the rich fragrance of the evergreen trees, once more bringing her back to years more innocent and pure than the ones she currently lived. How nice. Her tranquil state is interrupted by the incessant buzzing of her phone in the back pocket of her pants.

"Yes?" she asks, her tone bored and uninterested. "No, I'm not in Tokyo."

A short pause issues as her caller goes on. "No, I'm not going to Tokyo yet. I was hoping of enjoying my freedom for a while longer."

She goes quiet again and even pulls away her phone, seemingly uncomfortable with the volume of her caller's voice. "Pipe it down, brother, or your vocal cords will snap."

Another moment of silence follows. "Have faith. Beneath that narcissistic facade is a heart of gold."

A faint but definitive no can be heard from the device in her hand, followed by an intangible string of words that seem to be cuss words, judging from the fair maiden's grimacing face. "Seriously, wash that mouth of yours."

After a while of letting her brother speak, Liv mutters a soft okay and ends the phone call before stuffing the device back into her pocket. Sighing, she smiles as she continues to enjoy the beautiful forest ahead.

"You look well, mistress."

The woman hums, already aware of the intruder's presence. She doesn't even bother looking over her shoulder, knowing it's one of her spies.

"Is everything going according to plan?"

"It is calm, for now," the man says, bowing slightly to her in respect. "Herre Gojo is with the council, announcing your engagement. Preparations for the ceremony are underway at the manor. Your wedding will be marvelous, mistress."

The woman almost gags at the suggestion but swallows the insult, instead saying, "You are most kind. Thank you."

"Thank you, mistress," the man smiles in return. "It is a great honor to witness the joining of Gojo and Shuuin."

A great honor indeed, she muses to herself somewhat sarcastically. "Keep up the good work and do let me know if you need assistance."

The man says nothing as he offers a final bow and excuses himself, leaving her alone once more.