Which Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader Fanfictions Depict Megumi'S Protective Instincts In Love?

Megumi’s protective instincts in 'Jujutsu Kaisen' x reader fics often mirror his canon loyalty, but with romantic intensity. I’ve devoured stories where he shields the reader from curses during late-night missions, his shadows forming an impenetrable barrier. Some writers delve into his quiet vigilance—like memorizing the reader’s coffee order or subtly adjusting his stance to block them from danger during group battles. One standout fic had Megumi secretly upgrading the reader’s talismans, reinforcing them with his own energy. The emotional core lies in his internal conflict: duty versus desire. He’ll cancel a date to stake out a cursed spirit, only to appear bruised but triumphant at the reader’s doorstep at 3 AM. Other fics explore his jealousy, like freezing when the reader laughs at Gojo’s jokes, or his shadows creeping possessively around their wrist. What fascinates me is how authors balance his stoicism with vulnerability—his protection isn’t smothering, but a language of care. For nuanced takes, search ‘Fushiguro’s Shadow’ on AO3—it’s a goldmine for character-driven intimacy.

Another layer I adore is how fics reinterpret his shikigami. Divine Dogs nuzzling the reader’s hand as Megumi watches from afar, or Nue swooping in to carry them to safety during rainstorms. There’s a recurring theme of ‘unspoken promises’—Megumi never declares his feelings outright, but his actions scream devotion. One chilling oneshot had him nearly exorcise a curse that harmed the reader, his usual calm shattered into cold fury. The best fics avoid making him overly aggressive; instead, they highlight his strategic mind. Like calculating the reader’s safest route home or leaving his jacket on their shoulders ‘by accident.’ His love language is risk assessment with a side of stargazing.

I’m obsessed with fics where Megumi’s protectiveness manifests through subtle rituals. Think of him slipping barrier charms into the reader’s bag or teaching them defensive jujutsu under the guise of sparring. One memorable AU reimagined him as a detective shielding a civilian reader from supernatural crimes—his cursed techniques hidden behind a trench coat and sharp deductions. Writers often contrast his restraint with explosive moments, like shadows erupting to intercept a curse mid-air. My favorite trope is ‘injury aftermath,’ where Megumi tends to the reader’s wounds with clinical precision, only for his hands to linger a second too long. The tension peaks when he realizes his instincts have shifted from ‘protect allies’ to ‘protect you at all costs.’ Lesser-known fics excel at environmental storytelling—Megumi rearranging his room so the reader always sits furthest from exits, or his Divine Dogs herding them away from sketchy alleyways. Check out ‘Talisman Hearts’ for a slowburn where his protective charms evolve into love confessions.

Dark academia AUs nail Megumi’s protective vibe—picture him as a scholarship student shielding the reader from elite jujutsu clan politics. His ‘shadows’ become metaphors: tutoring the reader under library lamplight or covering their retreat during midnight ritual mishaps. I’ve bookmarked fics where he takes the fall for the reader’s cursed energy mistakes, his detention essays dripping with quiet defiance. Some stories twist his instincts into tragedy, like sacrificing his place at Jujutsu High to keep the reader safe. Others lean into humor—Megumi deadpanning ‘stay behind me’ while his shikigami roll their eyes at his overprotectiveness. The shorter fics pack punches, like 500-word drabbles of him adjusting the reader’s scarf before a snowstorm, fingers brushing their jawline. For a fresh spin, try ‘Cursed Lullabies,’ where he hums Sukuna’s dormant techniques to lull the reader to sleep, his voice a shield against nightmares.

Coffee shop AUs surprisingly capture Megumi’s protectiveness well. He’s the barista who memorizes the reader’s usual seat—the one with clearest exit routes—or ‘accidentally’ drops a cup to distract them from a creepy regular. Fluffier fics have his Divine Dogs as stray ‘shop dogs’ nudging the reader toward Megumi’s counter. I’ve reread a oneshot where he stops a mugging using judo moves, then lies about it being ‘basic self-defense.’ The charm lies in his understated care: warming the reader’s hands around a coffee cup after they mention the cold, or his shadows flickering to life when the lights flicker during a storm.