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Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Synopsis: how Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child to the feared King of Curses. All will a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Kind of childhood friends to lovers, I feel like thats the only way he'll ever love someone romantically.
Word count: ~1.3k
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
Sorry for the long wait!!
Nights pass, the moon growing with Sukuna’s strength. He strains his body with merciless training, promising himself to never be disrespected again.
You, of course, didn’t understand why he was grunting and groaning outside the cave every night, frustrated at the constant interruption of peace. Could he just tone it down?
Despite your complaints, he continued his torturous onslaught on your much-needed rest. He brushed off your comments with a huff, turning around and resuming what he calls ‘practice’. You appreciate his efforts to grow, truly, but you needed to grow too. With sleep, to be precise.
“Ryomen! Must you disturb my wellbeing in such a disgraceful manner?”
Like usual, he huffs in response.
Baffled, you stomp your way over to him, planning to yell at him the way you always did.
Surprisingly, as you swung to hit him, an array of sharp blades followed, forming out of thin air and aiming for his back, mysterious wafts of energy surrounding them. Sukuna, sensing the sudden presence of cursed energy behind him, quickly backed off, splitting the blades with an invisible slice.
“Was that necessary? There was no reason to lunge after my life!” He scoffs, glaring at you with murderous intent, ready for the possibility of betrayal.
“Wait! Stop, stop. I don’t know how I did that. Promise!” You yelp in surprise, staring at your hands with a mix of wonder and fear.
“Were you planning to inform me of your Cursed Technique?” He grumbles, an obvious sarcastic touch in his words.
“What even is a Cursed Technique!?”
—
After a skeptical Sukuna explained the world of sorcery to you, you only stared back blankly. In normal circumstances, you would laugh in his face. Unabashedly. Unfortunately, just moments ago, you had created blades out of thin air, apparently with Cursed Energy, or whatever Sukuna called it. His father taught him, he said.
“So, you’re saying I can do magic?”
“...Yes. It seems so.”
“Then I have to train too?”
“Obviously.”
There went your hopes of getting a good night’s sleep.
You fought back the urge to whine in response, though secretly grateful to have something to rely on in case of overwhelming danger.
Sukuna continued to explain the world of Jujutsu, theorizing that your Technique had something to do with creating objects out of Cursed Energy. Luckily, you have tons of that, Sukuna said, so you’re basically an infinite generator.
—
The following days were filled with extensive and grueling training, resulting in the both of you needing extra food. You were still teenagers, after all.
Luckily, your powers proved useful. Heists were much more bountiful, often with loot the both of you couldn’t bring home, despite Sukuna’s extra pair of arms. You could throw rocks to create distractions, knock things over with a flick of your wrist, and even have things be carried out towards the both of you.
Sukuna grew to be a much better guard. His defense grew much more powerful, many villagers having their ankles sliced before they could chase after the both of you.
So far, you didn’t need to resort to murder. You hope you never will.
“Where is the fish?”
You sit up in response, his voice echoing through the cavern. Furrowing an eyebrow, you begrudgingly reply. “In the basket marked with the fish symbol?”
“What? There is no such thing.”
Sighing, you make your way over to the hulk of a man, showing him the aforementioned basket.
“That is not a fish.” Eyes squinting in disdain, baffled by the insane lack of artistry present in the illustration.
“It is! How do you have four eyes and still be unable to identify such an obvious symbol? My art is beyond excellent!”
“Right. It surpasses the grandmasters themselves.” Muttering, he opens the basket, prepping some fish for dinner. He did say he enjoyed cooking.
Rolling your eyes, you grumble, flopping back down onto the makeshift mattress (which was really just a pile of pillows and furs). “Not my fault. Ran out of fruit for pigment.” Huffing, he responds, “it’s about time we stock up on essentials. Winter is near.”
“I’ve been thinking.. Why don’t we get a permanent home?”
“Shall we?”
“Actually?” Immediately shooting up, your eyes dart towards him. His eyes drift around the cave, analyzing the barely-tolerable living conditions. Lopsided shells on the walls, lined with insects hoping for food to forage.
“Of course. We could find an abandoned one. Though it is much more efficient to raid one.”
“But then we’ll have to kill the people inhabiting it.”
“Not if we take them prisoner. Having servants tend to us is very pleasing.”
Humming in response, you stare up the ceiling, brainstorming the many options. “What about the master of the house? A noble won’t let us go so easily.”
“A noble? Are you wishing for a large estate? We could simply get rid of him.”
Your cheeks blush, embarrassment setting in at the realization. He never mentioned a noble’s estate. Maybe you were much more greedy than you thought.
At your silence, Sukuna lets out a huff in response, turning around to hide an amused smile. “Very well. We’ll look for an estate at midnight.” Face contorting in shock at his declaration, you immediately interject, “midnight!?” “Of course. The night will conceal us. It’ll also serve as practice to master your Cursed Technique.” He replies, irritatingly smoothly, sharpening a knife.
—
And find an estate you did. Examining the layout of an estate on a cliff, the both of you turn to each other, clearly satisfied. “Shall we?” Sukuna smirked, the thrill of battle already creeping up on him, sending goosebumps through his skin.
—
Entering the battlefield, Sukuna jumps headfirst, overpowered with surges of energy. You, on the other hand, take a more careful approach. It is your first time using your technique to kill.
Soldiers charge towards the both of you, and you notice that Sukuna is much more merciful than usual. Perhaps he was leaving some for you?
A trumpet sounds, sending a distress call throughout the entire estate. A second horde of soldiers rush out the building, followed by the shrieks of what you assume to be from the nobles and servants of the household. Sukuna nods towards the squadron near you, signalling you to take that group as he takes the other.
Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to massacre.
Though guilt fills your bones and flows through every breath, you don’t stop. Focusing your Cursed Energy, you rain down a myriad of blades, guiding them to swerve through every beating heart.
The night passes with bloodcurdling screams and the scent of death, blood staining your clothes.
As the sun rises, you make your way in together, recruiting every maid willing to serve. When you make your way into the kitchen, you both flinch in surprise at a child with Cursed Energy. His hair is a shiny white, two large, red circles on each side of his head.
The child jumps back in surprise, and you notice that his Cursed Energy radiates from the storage room. While Sukuna watches them, you take a quick look inside, only to see frozen meat lining the shelves, each cut perfectly preserved.
“Sukuna. Come.”
At your call, he peeks into the storage room, and you, in turn, shift to keep an eye on the child.
He grunts, clearly impressed, turning around. “Hey, you. Serve us or die. I will not ask twice.”
Jumping up in surprise, the kid frantically nods his head, “Yes, yes of course!”
At last, you and Sukuna have a proper home, complete with servants at your beck and call.
Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Synopsis: how Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child to the feared King of Curses. All will a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Kind of childhood friends to lovers, I feel like thats the only way he'll ever love someone romantically.
Word count: ~1.3k
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
Sorry for the long wait!!
Nights pass, the moon growing with Sukuna’s strength. He strains his body with merciless training, promising himself to never be disrespected again.
You, of course, didn’t understand why he was grunting and groaning outside the cave every night, frustrated at the constant interruption of peace. Could he just tone it down?
Despite your complaints, he continued his torturous onslaught on your much-needed rest. He brushed off your comments with a huff, turning around and resuming what he calls ‘practice’. You appreciate his efforts to grow, truly, but you needed to grow too. With sleep, to be precise.
“Ryomen! Must you disturb my wellbeing in such a disgraceful manner?”
Like usual, he huffs in response.
Baffled, you stomp your way over to him, planning to yell at him the way you always did.
Surprisingly, as you swung to hit him, an array of sharp blades followed, forming out of thin air and aiming for his back, mysterious wafts of energy surrounding them. Sukuna, sensing the sudden presence of cursed energy behind him, quickly backed off, splitting the blades with an invisible slice.
“Was that necessary? There was no reason to lunge after my life!” He scoffs, glaring at you with murderous intent, ready for the possibility of betrayal.
“Wait! Stop, stop. I don’t know how I did that. Promise!” You yelp in surprise, staring at your hands with a mix of wonder and fear.
“Were you planning to inform me of your Cursed Technique?” He grumbles, an obvious sarcastic touch in his words.
“What even is a Cursed Technique!?”
—
After a skeptical Sukuna explained the world of sorcery to you, you only stared back blankly. In normal circumstances, you would laugh in his face. Unabashedly. Unfortunately, just moments ago, you had created blades out of thin air, apparently with Cursed Energy, or whatever Sukuna called it. His father taught him, he said.
“So, you’re saying I can do magic?”
“...Yes. It seems so.”
“Then I have to train too?”
“Obviously.”
There went your hopes of getting a good night’s sleep.
You fought back the urge to whine in response, though secretly grateful to have something to rely on in case of overwhelming danger.
Sukuna continued to explain the world of Jujutsu, theorizing that your Technique had something to do with creating objects out of Cursed Energy. Luckily, you have tons of that, Sukuna said, so you’re basically an infinite generator.
—
The following days were filled with extensive and grueling training, resulting in the both of you needing extra food. You were still teenagers, after all.
Luckily, your powers proved useful. Heists were much more bountiful, often with loot the both of you couldn’t bring home, despite Sukuna’s extra pair of arms. You could throw rocks to create distractions, knock things over with a flick of your wrist, and even have things be carried out towards the both of you.
Sukuna grew to be a much better guard. His defense grew much more powerful, many villagers having their ankles sliced before they could chase after the both of you.
So far, you didn’t need to resort to murder. You hope you never will.
“Where is the fish?”
You sit up in response, his voice echoing through the cavern. Furrowing an eyebrow, you begrudgingly reply. “In the basket marked with the fish symbol?”
“What? There is no such thing.”
Sighing, you make your way over to the hulk of a man, showing him the aforementioned basket.
“That is not a fish.” Eyes squinting in disdain, baffled by the insane lack of artistry present in the illustration.
“It is! How do you have four eyes and still be unable to identify such an obvious symbol? My art is beyond excellent!”
“Right. It surpasses the grandmasters themselves.” Muttering, he opens the basket, prepping some fish for dinner. He did say he enjoyed cooking.
Rolling your eyes, you grumble, flopping back down onto the makeshift mattress (which was really just a pile of pillows and furs). “Not my fault. Ran out of fruit for pigment.” Huffing, he responds, “it’s about time we stock up on essentials. Winter is near.”
“I’ve been thinking.. Why don’t we get a permanent home?”
“Shall we?”
“Actually?” Immediately shooting up, your eyes dart towards him. His eyes drift around the cave, analyzing the barely-tolerable living conditions. Lopsided shells on the walls, lined with insects hoping for food to forage.
“Of course. We could find an abandoned one. Though it is much more efficient to raid one.”
“But then we’ll have to kill the people inhabiting it.”
“Not if we take them prisoner. Having servants tend to us is very pleasing.”
Humming in response, you stare up the ceiling, brainstorming the many options. “What about the master of the house? A noble won’t let us go so easily.”
“A noble? Are you wishing for a large estate? We could simply get rid of him.”
Your cheeks blush, embarrassment setting in at the realization. He never mentioned a noble’s estate. Maybe you were much more greedy than you thought.
At your silence, Sukuna lets out a huff in response, turning around to hide an amused smile. “Very well. We’ll look for an estate at midnight.” Face contorting in shock at his declaration, you immediately interject, “midnight!?” “Of course. The night will conceal us. It’ll also serve as practice to master your Cursed Technique.” He replies, irritatingly smoothly, sharpening a knife.
—
And find an estate you did. Examining the layout of an estate on a cliff, the both of you turn to each other, clearly satisfied. “Shall we?” Sukuna smirked, the thrill of battle already creeping up on him, sending goosebumps through his skin.
—
Entering the battlefield, Sukuna jumps headfirst, overpowered with surges of energy. You, on the other hand, take a more careful approach. It is your first time using your technique to kill.
Soldiers charge towards the both of you, and you notice that Sukuna is much more merciful than usual. Perhaps he was leaving some for you?
A trumpet sounds, sending a distress call throughout the entire estate. A second horde of soldiers rush out the building, followed by the shrieks of what you assume to be from the nobles and servants of the household. Sukuna nods towards the squadron near you, signalling you to take that group as he takes the other.
Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to massacre.
Though guilt fills your bones and flows through every breath, you don’t stop. Focusing your Cursed Energy, you rain down a myriad of blades, guiding them to swerve through every beating heart.
The night passes with bloodcurdling screams and the scent of death, blood staining your clothes.
As the sun rises, you make your way in together, recruiting every maid willing to serve. When you make your way into the kitchen, you both flinch in surprise at a child with Cursed Energy. His hair is a shiny white, two large, red circles on each side of his head.
The child jumps back in surprise, and you notice that his Cursed Energy radiates from the storage room. While Sukuna watches them, you take a quick look inside, only to see frozen meat lining the shelves, each cut perfectly preserved.
“Sukuna. Come.”
At your call, he peeks into the storage room, and you, in turn, shift to keep an eye on the child.
He grunts, clearly impressed, turning around. “Hey, you. Serve us or die. I will not ask twice.”
Jumping up in surprise, the kid frantically nods his head, “Yes, yes of course!”
At last, you and Sukuna have a proper home, complete with servants at your beck and call.
Planning to have the next chapter posted by Wednesday. I've lowkey been procrastinating but I promise this one isn't as rushed as the first. You might notice a sudden change of writing style, but I promise its not AI.
Sneakpeek hehe.
Note: I made them talk a lot more formally. I thought it'd be proper, since they're in the Heian era.
AKA me getting pissed at the lack of husband!varka fics and taking things into my own hands
Please note that this is my first ever post!! I'd really appreciate any tips. It's really just a little experimenting; I'm open to making friends! ^^
wc: 588
Disclaimer: suggestive at the end. Its all just fluff tho
"Fuck."
His eyes dart from the sky to his opponent; estimating the time he has left while battling an annoyingly fierce mitachurl. The rest of the knights were busy with hillichurls, and Lohen was occupied by an abyss mage.
He'd returned from his expedition up north a couple months ago, welcomed by a grand festival and a sweet reunion with you, his adorable, demanding wife.
The night ended with you sprawled on top of him as he recounted his adventures; his encounter with the first of the Fatui harbingers, his experience bringing down the moon itself, and his time working with the legendary Honorary Knight. Your personal favorite, though, was when he got so drunk he forgot to ask the Pyro Archon for a duel.
Naturally, when someone finally reunites with a loved one, they do anything in their power to spend more time with them. You were no exception. The morning after he returned, you made him promise to come home as early as possible everyday. No visiting the tavern for a quick drink, taking battles lightly, or working overtime to finish up paperwork.
He sped up his attacks, swinging his claymores with full strength, effectively taking the mitachurl down. After taking down a few extra slimes, he hurriedly dismissed the squad, hopping onto his horse and riding back home.
Amber spotted him on his way back, cheerfully calling out and waving her arm, only to be addressed with a quick greeting as he brushed right past her.
More people tried to hit up a conversation with once he arrived at the city gates; Jean, pestering him about unfinished paperwork, Albedo, updating him on his latest experiment, and Durin, asking to confirm if he's really going to be a knight.
He didn't care for any of them. He slipped through them, making a beeline home, assuring everyone that their questions will be answered the following day.
Once inside, he noticed the way your eyes shot from the book in your lap to his, a glare sent piercing through him.
"Hi." He whispered, offering you a shy smile. Leaving his claymores by the door, he makes his way over to you, praying for mercy. You only grunt in response, raising an eyebrow.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"You promised." You finally snarl. That's good. It means forgiveness is still an option.
An arm snakes around your waist, his large body lifting you up, stealing your seat and settling you into his lap. He snatches the book away from you, tossing it onto the coffee table. You yelp, grumbling as you reach out for your book.
"Nope. You're not ignoring me." He smirks, flipping you around so you're straddling his lap, pressing soft kisses into the crook of your neck, hands tracing the outline of your body. "You broke your promise."
"I did." He reassures, looking up at you with pleading eyes, pressing your chest against his. "In my defense, it was an emergency. A pack of hillichurls setting up camp by the Whispering Woods. Can't have that, can we?"
"You could've asked someone else to deal with it." You know very well how important it is; but you couldn't care less. The Knights of Favonius have plenty of competent soldiers; all ready and dreaming of a direct order from the Grandmaster himself. His squadron is more than able to take down an entire group of abyss monsters, much less some measly hillichurls. He chuckles, hands drifting to your thighs.
Everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement for life.
Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Abandoning the horrid past and moving towards a bright future
Synopsis: how Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Kind of childhood friends to lovers, I feel like that's the only way he'll ever love someone romantically.
Word count: ~1.1k
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
He stared up at the villagers in disbelief, back slamming against the ground. Despite the underlying murderous intent behind their warm personas, Sukuna had never thought they would outright betray him. Feet harshly kicked and bruised his body, his heartbeat thumping violently over curses and insults endlessly voiced in the background.
His mother, the sweet woman she was, tried her best during labor, straining her body to its limit. Unfortunately, there’s only so much the human body can achieve. His extra appendages tore through his body, four arms and uneven face ripping her apart. Her screams of terror didn’t last the entire night – the extensive, painful experience was simply too much for her.
She died in labor with the moon at its peak.
The village cleric had no choice but to pull him out herself, blood spurting out and staining her clothes. The villagers naturally didn’t take the horrific sight lightly, demanding for his execution the moment he was born.
His father, however, refused to give up on him. He fought for Sukuna’s right to live, watching over him for days in a row without a moment of rest. Eventually, he won the uphill battle, securing Sukuna’s safety. The villagers had agreed to leave Sukuna be, albeit reluctantly. The icing on the cake was his father’s status as a powerful warrior who chose to live out the rest of his days as a lumberjack, the merciless physical extortion polishing his muscles and keeping his body in shape, restricting the villagers from resorting to violence.
Ever since the beginning, Sukuna was feared and untouchable.
The other kids naturally avoided him, constantly warned by their parents to avoid the ‘monstrous, unpredictable kid’ living by the forest. With no one to play with, he either spent his time exploring the woods or helping his father lumberjacking. His extra arms proved to be quite useful, providing his family with a small boost in their monthly income.
Fourteen years pass, and here he is now, exiled from his own home. His father had left for a short trip; apparently, there was a horde of monsters by the capital city, and because of his experience as a warrior, he naturally was summoned to help eliminate any threats.
He spent the rest of the day wandering around, desperately searching for shelter, even considering staying at a neighboring village. He quickly realized they’d drive him out too. Eventually, as the sun set, he stepped into a cave, hoping for it to be unoccupied. With a pouch of food in hand (he managed to snatch one while getting dragged out the village), he carefully treaded into the cove, noting a few bats resting above him. Sighing, he let his guard down, dragging his feet towards the end of the cavern in search of rest and relief.
To his surprise, he was greeted by a terrified, shrieking girl, probably a year younger than him, her trembling hand pointing a knife at him. He jumped back in surprise, getting into a fighting stance, analyzing the frail body. She paused, eyes flicking up and down his own.
Breaking the silence, she spoke up, “abandoned?” He nods, shoulders relaxing and arms dropping just a little; tense, but not threatened. She hums, “same here.”
A few extra beats of silence pass, and he decides to sink down against the wall of bumpy rock across her, eyes refusing to leave her form. He eats this way, quietly chewing and assessing her.
“Hey. What’s your name?” Her eyes met his, awaiting his response.
“Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Nice to meet you. L/n Y/n.”
He offers a grunt in response. The silence stretched on again, interrupted once more by her voice. “I was thinking.. Maybe we could stay together? It wouldn’t hurt to have someone watch your back. It means we can scavenge and cover more ground. More safety for the both of us. You in?”
He pauses, contemplating. Maybe it was worth it. “Deal.” She grins, deciding to try and lighten the mood, “then, starting today, we are partners. We must never forsake each other. Promise?” He huffs in response, offering a stiff nod.
The rest of the night was spent in silence, both of them resting in the cave. He even offered to keep watch. She agreed, though hesitant.
About a week passes, and they live off of a stream, berries, and traps they built to capture small critters. Sukuna rests in the cave, back against the stone wall. Frantic footsteps interrupt his momentary peace, and he opens his eyes to the sight of her holding a piece of cloth stained with red. He only raises his eyebrow.
“Don’t you get it? I started my period!”
His eyebrow quirks higher.
“Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is.”
He stares at her blankly, and she shrugs her arms out in frustration. “I’m bleeding, Sukuna! Women bleed once a month for about 7 days. We need something to handle all the blood! It’ll attract monsters!”
He clicks his tongue, trying to hide his exasperation, reluctantly standing up. “What must we do?” “Get pieces of cloth from somewhere. A village must have it. We just don’t have the money.”
“Then we steal.”
“What?”
He doesn’t repeat himself, walking past her with a tired sigh. “Wait here.” She scoffs, running after him. “Absolutely not!” He pauses, staring down at her in confusion. “You are bleeding, yes? Are you not in pain?” She punches his arm with a groan, earning a subtle flinch of surprise (though it didn’t inflict any sort of damage). “No – well, yes, but I’m still going! You might need backup. We can also carry more if I go.”
He pauses.
“Understood.”
Since that day, the two gradually got used to sneaking around and stealing to get by. She grew faster, stealthier, never returning with empty hands. He learnt to take advantage of his extra organs, eyes keeping watch of the perimeter, hands grabbing extra loot.
Months later, they return from an unsuccessful heist.
“I told you to be more careful.” He hisses, wrapping her bleeding arm with cloth. “I was! Some kid caught me.” She replies, voice gruff and sour, muttering under her breath. “Stupid kid called for his parents too.” He tightens the bandage, and she yelps in surprise, kicking him. “Be more gentle!”
Taking a deep breath, he steadies his emotions, begrudgingly proceeding to tend to her wounds. Just as he begins to apply some ointment, his ears pick up on small sniffles. Looking up, he’s met with the sight of a crying girl, turning away to hide her tears.
“...I apologize. Does it hurt?”
“Take a wild guess!” She scoffs, punching his shoulder again.
That night, with her blood staining his hands and her cries clawing at his ears, he learned something very important.
Abandoning the horrid past and moving towards a bright future
Synopsis: How Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Childhood friends to lovers, I feel like thats the only way he will truly love someone.
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
TAGLIST - comment or contact me to enter!
Masterlist:
Prologue
A peek into the start of their story
Chapter 1: Seeding
Everything and everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement to live.
Abandoning the horrid past and moving towards a bright future
Synopsis: How Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Childhood friends to lovers, I feel like thats the only way he will truly love someone.
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
TAGLIST - comment or contact me to enter!
Masterlist:
Prologue
A peek into the start of their story
Chapter 1: Seeding
Everything and everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement to live.
Everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement for life.
Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Abandoning the horrid past and moving towards a bright future
Synopsis: how Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Kind of childhood friends to lovers, I feel like that's the only way he'll ever love someone romantically.
Word count: ~1.1k
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
He stared up at the villagers in disbelief, back slamming against the ground. Despite the underlying murderous intent behind their warm personas, Sukuna had never thought they would outright betray him. Feet harshly kicked and bruised his body, his heartbeat thumping violently over curses and insults endlessly voiced in the background.
His mother, the sweet woman she was, tried her best during labor, straining her body to its limit. Unfortunately, there’s only so much the human body can achieve. His extra appendages tore through his body, four arms and uneven face ripping her apart. Her screams of terror didn’t last the entire night – the extensive, painful experience was simply too much for her.
She died in labor with the moon at its peak.
The village cleric had no choice but to pull him out herself, blood spurting out and staining her clothes. The villagers naturally didn’t take the horrific sight lightly, demanding for his execution the moment he was born.
His father, however, refused to give up on him. He fought for Sukuna’s right to live, watching over him for days in a row without a moment of rest. Eventually, he won the uphill battle, securing Sukuna’s safety. The villagers had agreed to leave Sukuna be, albeit reluctantly. The icing on the cake was his father’s status as a powerful warrior who chose to live out the rest of his days as a lumberjack, the merciless physical extortion polishing his muscles and keeping his body in shape, restricting the villagers from resorting to violence.
Ever since the beginning, Sukuna was feared and untouchable.
The other kids naturally avoided him, constantly warned by their parents to avoid the ‘monstrous, unpredictable kid’ living by the forest. With no one to play with, he either spent his time exploring the woods or helping his father lumberjacking. His extra arms proved to be quite useful, providing his family with a small boost in their monthly income.
Fourteen years pass, and here he is now, exiled from his own home. His father had left for a short trip; apparently, there was a horde of monsters by the capital city, and because of his experience as a warrior, he naturally was summoned to help eliminate any threats.
He spent the rest of the day wandering around, desperately searching for shelter, even considering staying at a neighboring village. He quickly realized they’d drive him out too. Eventually, as the sun set, he stepped into a cave, hoping for it to be unoccupied. With a pouch of food in hand (he managed to snatch one while getting dragged out the village), he carefully treaded into the cove, noting a few bats resting above him. Sighing, he let his guard down, dragging his feet towards the end of the cavern in search of rest and relief.
To his surprise, he was greeted by a terrified, shrieking girl, probably a year younger than him, her trembling hand pointing a knife at him. He jumped back in surprise, getting into a fighting stance, analyzing the frail body. She paused, eyes flicking up and down his own.
Breaking the silence, she spoke up, “abandoned?” He nods, shoulders relaxing and arms dropping just a little; tense, but not threatened. She hums, “same here.”
A few extra beats of silence pass, and he decides to sink down against the wall of bumpy rock across her, eyes refusing to leave her form. He eats this way, quietly chewing and assessing her.
“Hey. What’s your name?” Her eyes met his, awaiting his response.
“Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Nice to meet you. L/n Y/n.”
He offers a grunt in response. The silence stretched on again, interrupted once more by her voice. “I was thinking.. Maybe we could stay together? It wouldn’t hurt to have someone watch your back. It means we can scavenge and cover more ground. More safety for the both of us. You in?”
He pauses, contemplating. Maybe it was worth it. “Deal.” She grins, deciding to try and lighten the mood, “then, starting today, we are partners. We must never forsake each other. Promise?” He huffs in response, offering a stiff nod.
The rest of the night was spent in silence, both of them resting in the cave. He even offered to keep watch. She agreed, though hesitant.
About a week passes, and they live off of a stream, berries, and traps they built to capture small critters. Sukuna rests in the cave, back against the stone wall. Frantic footsteps interrupt his momentary peace, and he opens his eyes to the sight of her holding a piece of cloth stained with red. He only raises his eyebrow.
“Don’t you get it? I started my period!”
His eyebrow quirks higher.
“Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is.”
He stares at her blankly, and she shrugs her arms out in frustration. “I’m bleeding, Sukuna! Women bleed once a month for about 7 days. We need something to handle all the blood! It’ll attract monsters!”
He clicks his tongue, trying to hide his exasperation, reluctantly standing up. “What must we do?” “Get pieces of cloth from somewhere. A village must have it. We just don’t have the money.”
“Then we steal.”
“What?”
He doesn’t repeat himself, walking past her with a tired sigh. “Wait here.” She scoffs, running after him. “Absolutely not!” He pauses, staring down at her in confusion. “You are bleeding, yes? Are you not in pain?” She punches his arm with a groan, earning a subtle flinch of surprise (though it didn’t inflict any sort of damage). “No – well, yes, but I’m still going! You might need backup. We can also carry more if I go.”
He pauses.
“Understood.”
Since that day, the two gradually got used to sneaking around and stealing to get by. She grew faster, stealthier, never returning with empty hands. He learnt to take advantage of his extra organs, eyes keeping watch of the perimeter, hands grabbing extra loot.
Months later, they return from an unsuccessful heist.
“I told you to be more careful.” He hisses, wrapping her bleeding arm with cloth. “I was! Some kid caught me.” She replies, voice gruff and sour, muttering under her breath. “Stupid kid called for his parents too.” He tightens the bandage, and she yelps in surprise, kicking him. “Be more gentle!”
Taking a deep breath, he steadies his emotions, begrudgingly proceeding to tend to her wounds. Just as he begins to apply some ointment, his ears pick up on small sniffles. Looking up, he’s met with the sight of a crying girl, turning away to hide her tears.
“...I apologize. Does it hurt?”
“Take a wild guess!” She scoffs, punching his shoulder again.
That night, with her blood staining his hands and her cries clawing at his ears, he learned something very important.
I'm open to suggestions, this is only my second post ^^
wc: 497 (very short drabble)
Disclaimer: just them research partners during the 6.3 AQ, no established romantic relationship.
Sorry incase of any mistakes regarding the lore!
Sunlight poured through the windows of the Curatorium seeping through the curtains. The pair drowned in research and calculations, migraines at every turn. There was just no end — all thanks to Dottore. Sandrone leaned back against the couch, groaning in frustration, whike Pulonia stands beside her, his mechanisms clinking and clanking.
Albedo sat across her, reviewing their notes for the millionth time, determined to get the calculations right. This would be crucial to save Columbina and defeat Dottore, a single mistake would result in countless deaths.
"Pulonia. Tea." Sandrone commands, waving her hand at the hunk of steel and metals, sitting back up to focus. "So? Any conclusions?" She grunts out, clearly displeased at the thought of someone else sticking their head into her work, but even she had to admit that Albedo was skilled.
"Your work is fascinating. I have yet to find a single issue; perhaps there are none at all." He gently placed the papers onto the coffee table, digging his brain to ensure that the calculations are nothing but perfect. Pulonia quietly interrupts, setting cups of tea infront of them, each with a saucer, laced with golden patterns before carefully setting a matching teapot in the center of the table.
Sandrone huffs, hiding the amusement in her expression, sipping tea and sighing in relief, the scent of herbs overwhelming her senses. Albedo's eyes trail from her eyebags to the fatigue evident in her body language, taking a sip of the tea.
Recent events have been taking a toll on everyone lately; starting from the Wild Hunt's persistent outbreaks, Rerir's rampage, Columbina's dissappearance, the tragedy on Moon-Prayer Night, and the actions taken following it. Everyone was out running their own errands; Nefer with her intel, the Traveler with her scouting, Varka with the mass evacuation, and so on.
Everyone felt the pressure and tension, doing the best they can to ensure everyone's safety. Even Aino, who was barely a teen, had been more stressed lately, Ineffa reporting an increased consumption of Kramkakes.
"Why don't we take a break? It wouldn't hurt to go for a walk, get some fresh air. Regulating our senses is important to help us think straight." He speaks up, her eyes meeting his, and she sighs, contemplating.
"Must everyone pester me to rest?" She grumbles, glaring at him, leaning back and dramatically splaying her forearm across her forehead, eyes drifting to stare at the ceiling.
"I understand your frustration. But do understand that we must be in best shape for this project; many lives are at stake." He repeats, voice slightly firmer. Sandrone pauses at the concern apparent in his voice, meeting his eyes once more, just to be met with even more concern.
She bites back a complaint, standing up and deciding to take a short walk. "Fine. If you insist. Let's go." Her hands pat the front of her dress, stepping out of the room. Albedo holds back an amused smile, stepping behind her, Pulonia tailing them both.
AKA me getting pissed at the lack of husband!varka fics and taking things into my own hands
Please note that this is my first ever post!! I'd really appreciate any tips. It's really just a little experimenting; I'm open to making friends! ^^
wc: 588
Disclaimer: suggestive at the end. Its all just fluff tho
"Fuck."
His eyes dart from the sky to his opponent; estimating the time he has left while battling an annoyingly fierce mitachurl. The rest of the knights were busy with hillichurls, and Lohen was occupied by an abyss mage.
He'd returned from his expedition up north a couple months ago, welcomed by a grand festival and a sweet reunion with you, his adorable, demanding wife.
The night ended with you sprawled on top of him as he recounted his adventures; his encounter with the first of the Fatui harbingers, his experience bringing down the moon itself, and his time working with the legendary Honorary Knight. Your personal favorite, though, was when he got so drunk he forgot to ask the Pyro Archon for a duel.
Naturally, when someone finally reunites with a loved one, they do anything in their power to spend more time with them. You were no exception. The morning after he returned, you made him promise to come home as early as possible everyday. No visiting the tavern for a quick drink, taking battles lightly, or working overtime to finish up paperwork.
He sped up his attacks, swinging his claymores with full strength, effectively taking the mitachurl down. After taking down a few extra slimes, he hurriedly dismissed the squad, hopping onto his horse and riding back home.
Amber spotted him on his way back, cheerfully calling out and waving her arm, only to be addressed with a quick greeting as he brushed right past her.
More people tried to hit up a conversation with once he arrived at the city gates; Jean, pestering him about unfinished paperwork, Albedo, updating him on his latest experiment, and Durin, asking to confirm if he's really going to be a knight.
He didn't care for any of them. He slipped through them, making a beeline home, assuring everyone that their questions will be answered the following day.
Once inside, he noticed the way your eyes shot from the book in your lap to his, a glare sent piercing through him.
"Hi." He whispered, offering you a shy smile. Leaving his claymores by the door, he makes his way over to you, praying for mercy. You only grunt in response, raising an eyebrow.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"You promised." You finally snarl. That's good. It means forgiveness is still an option.
An arm snakes around your waist, his large body lifting you up, stealing your seat and settling you into his lap. He snatches the book away from you, tossing it onto the coffee table. You yelp, grumbling as you reach out for your book.
"Nope. You're not ignoring me." He smirks, flipping you around so you're straddling his lap, pressing soft kisses into the crook of your neck, hands tracing the outline of your body. "You broke your promise."
"I did." He reassures, looking up at you with pleading eyes, pressing your chest against his. "In my defense, it was an emergency. A pack of hillichurls setting up camp by the Whispering Woods. Can't have that, can we?"
"You could've asked someone else to deal with it." You know very well how important it is; but you couldn't care less. The Knights of Favonius have plenty of competent soldiers; all ready and dreaming of a direct order from the Grandmaster himself. His squadron is more than able to take down an entire group of abyss monsters, much less some measly hillichurls. He chuckles, hands drifting to your thighs.
Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Abandoning the horrid past and moving towards a bright future
Synopsis: How Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heian!era sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Childhood friends to lovers, I feel like thats the omly way he will truly love someone.
Word count: 223
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks
Nothing is immune to corruption. Not the plants commonly described as strong, persevering organisms, nor the animals praised as pure, innocent beings, incapable of sin and acting on pure instinct. Especially not the humans, who greed, lust, pride, envy, and wrath. The very humans who do as they wish, neglecting their duties and overindulging. Nevertheless, shadows are but the presence of light. Everyone’s light is different. Some find light in their hobbies, some in others, and some in the beauty of the world.
But for an abandoned child, ostracized for his monstrous form, any source of joy was nothing but a distant dream. For a child whose sides are lined with two arms each, whose face is adorned with double the eyes, and whose abdomen has a horizontal split making way for a maw decorated with rings of serrated fangs, one above and one below, all there is to think about is survival. There is no time to satiate his wants.
But nobody is helpless. The broken can return into their most glorious state.
This was proven true once he met a child as pitiful as he, who, despite her pathetic state, maintains a pure heart, reaching out a helping hand. Only once he’s looking up at her smiling form, waiting for him to join her, does he notice how bright she glows.
Everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement for life.
Part of my series, Deadheading - trueform!sukuna x reader
Synopsis: how Ryomen Sukuna grew from a weak, frail child into the feared King of Curses. All with a little love, of course.
Description: Heianera!sukuna x reader, yes he will be true form. Kind of childhood friends to lovers, I feel like that's the only way he'll ever love someone romantically.
Word count: ~1.1k
MASTERLIST
Note: I'll try to post every 1-2 weeks!
He stared up at the villagers in disbelief, back slamming against the ground. Despite the underlying murderous intent behind their warm personas, Sukuna had never thought they would outright betray him. Feet harshly kicked and bruised his body, his heartbeat thumping violently over curses and insults endlessly voiced in the background.
His mother, the sweet woman she was, tried her best during labor, straining her body to its limit. Unfortunately, there’s only so much the human body can achieve. His extra appendages tore through his body, four arms and uneven face ripping her apart. Her screams of terror didn’t last the entire night – the extensive, painful experience was simply too much for her.
She died in labor with the moon at its peak.
The village cleric had no choice but to pull him out herself, blood spurting out and staining her clothes. The villagers naturally didn’t take the horrific sight lightly, demanding for his execution the moment he was born.
His father, however, refused to give up on him. He fought for Sukuna’s right to live, watching over him for days in a row without a moment of rest. Eventually, he won the uphill battle, securing Sukuna’s safety. The villagers had agreed to leave Sukuna be, albeit reluctantly. The icing on the cake was his father’s status as a powerful warrior who chose to live out the rest of his days as a lumberjack, the merciless physical extortion polishing his muscles and keeping his body in shape, restricting the villagers from resorting to violence.
Ever since the beginning, Sukuna was feared and untouchable.
The other kids naturally avoided him, constantly warned by their parents to avoid the ‘monstrous, unpredictable kid’ living by the forest. With no one to play with, he either spent his time exploring the woods or helping his father lumberjacking. His extra arms proved to be quite useful, providing his family with a small boost in their monthly income.
Fourteen years pass, and here he is now, exiled from his own home. His father had left for a short trip; apparently, there was a horde of monsters by the capital city, and because of his experience as a warrior, he naturally was summoned to help eliminate any threats.
He spent the rest of the day wandering around, desperately searching for shelter, even considering staying at a neighboring village. He quickly realized they’d drive him out too. Eventually, as the sun set, he stepped into a cave, hoping for it to be unoccupied. With a pouch of food in hand (he managed to snatch one while getting dragged out the village), he carefully treaded into the cove, noting a few bats resting above him. Sighing, he let his guard down, dragging his feet towards the end of the cavern in search of rest and relief.
To his surprise, he was greeted by a terrified, shrieking girl, probably a year younger than him, her trembling hand pointing a knife at him. He jumped back in surprise, getting into a fighting stance, analyzing the frail body. She paused, eyes flicking up and down his own.
Breaking the silence, she spoke up, “abandoned?” He nods, shoulders relaxing and arms dropping just a little; tense, but not threatened. She hums, “same here.”
A few extra beats of silence pass, and he decides to sink down against the wall of bumpy rock across her, eyes refusing to leave her form. He eats this way, quietly chewing and assessing her.
“Hey. What’s your name?” Her eyes met his, awaiting his response.
“Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Nice to meet you. L/n Y/n.”
He offers a grunt in response. The silence stretched on again, interrupted once more by her voice. “I was thinking.. Maybe we could stay together? It wouldn’t hurt to have someone watch your back. It means we can scavenge and cover more ground. More safety for the both of us. You in?”
He pauses, contemplating. Maybe it was worth it. “Deal.” She grins, deciding to try and lighten the mood, “then, starting today, we are partners. We must never forsake each other. Promise?” He huffs in response, offering a stiff nod.
The rest of the night was spent in silence, both of them resting in the cave. He even offered to keep watch. She agreed, though hesitant.
About a week passes, and they live off of a stream, berries, and traps they built to capture small critters. Sukuna rests in the cave, back against the stone wall. Frantic footsteps interrupt his momentary peace, and he opens his eyes to the sight of her holding a piece of cloth stained with red. He only raises his eyebrow.
“Don’t you get it? I started my period!”
His eyebrow quirks higher.
“Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is.”
He stares at her blankly, and she shrugs her arms out in frustration. “I’m bleeding, Sukuna! Women bleed once a month for about 7 days. We need something to handle all the blood! It’ll attract monsters!”
He clicks his tongue, trying to hide his exasperation, reluctantly standing up. “What must we do?” “Get pieces of cloth from somewhere. A village must have it. We just don’t have the money.”
“Then we steal.”
“What?”
He doesn’t repeat himself, walking past her with a tired sigh. “Wait here.” She scoffs, running after him. “Absolutely not!” He pauses, staring down at her in confusion. “You are bleeding, yes? Are you not in pain?” She punches his arm with a groan, earning a subtle flinch of surprise (though it didn’t inflict any sort of damage). “No – well, yes, but I’m still going! You might need backup. We can also carry more if I go.”
He pauses.
“Understood.”
Since that day, the two gradually got used to sneaking around and stealing to get by. She grew faster, stealthier, never returning with empty hands. He learnt to take advantage of his extra organs, eyes keeping watch of the perimeter, hands grabbing extra loot.
Months later, they return from an unsuccessful heist.
“I told you to be more careful.” He hisses, wrapping her bleeding arm with cloth. “I was! Some kid caught me.” She replies, voice gruff and sour, muttering under her breath. “Stupid kid called for his parents too.” He tightens the bandage, and she yelps in surprise, kicking him. “Be more gentle!”
Taking a deep breath, he steadies his emotions, begrudgingly proceeding to tend to her wounds. Just as he begins to apply some ointment, his ears pick up on small sniffles. Looking up, he’s met with the sight of a crying girl, turning away to hide her tears.
“...I apologize. Does it hurt?”
“Take a wild guess!” She scoffs, punching his shoulder again.
That night, with her blood staining his hands and her cries clawing at his ears, he learned something very important.
