I don't know if this is just a South Asian thing or not but yk you're aboutta have the best massage of your life when your mum pulls out the tim of olive oil when you were like under the age of 7.
What's that one quality that instantly draws you to someone, m'lord? Not romantically, though you could answer in that sense too, I mean generally. Something other than strength since it seems like an obvious answer. Also if it's possible, can you provide someone as an example that's not Uraume?
-your admirer
Uraume is a different case entirely, and yet, he's also your answer to this question.
I see that you'd rejected my request to be your apprentice but I respect your decision, m'lord. Though I am curious, which era do you originate from? I know it's not the heian era because it was only 1200+ (specifically 1231 years and ended approximately 820 years ago)years ago yet you're over 1500 years old, so it's not really possible that you were actually born in the Hiean era. It may seems like a weird question but it's a tiny detail that goes unnoticed but bothers me like hell. [Also I would continue to sign off my questions as (-your admirer) ]
-your admirer
The title you've given yourself is fine.
As for your observation, you're right, I'm not from the Heian Era, though I did live through it, it was during my rein as a curse that I caught the attention of the sorcerers.
I see that you'd rejected my request to be your apprentice but I respect your decision, m'lord. Though I am curious, which era do you originate from? I know it's not the heian era because it was only 1200+ (specifically 1231 years and ended approximately 820 years ago)years ago yet you're over 1500 years old, so it's not really possible that you were actually born in the Hiean era. It may seems like a weird question but it's a tiny detail that goes unnoticed but bothers me like hell. [Also I would continue to sign off my questions as (-your admirer) ]
-your admirer
The title you've given yourself is fine.
As for your observation, you're right, I'm not from the Heian Era, though I did live through it, it was during my rein as a curse that I caught the attention of the sorcerers.
I see that you'd rejected my request to be your apprentice but I respect your decision, m'lord. Though I am curious, which era do you originate from? I know it's not the heian era because it was only 1200+ (specifically 1231 years and ended approximately 820 years ago)years ago yet you're over 1500 years old, so it's not really possible that you were actually born in the Hiean era. It may seems like a weird question but it's a tiny detail that goes unnoticed but bothers me like hell. [Also I would continue to sign off my questions as (-your admirer) ]
-your admirer
The title you've given yourself is fine.
As for your observation, you're right, I'm not from the Heian Era, though I did live through it, it was during my rein as a curse that I caught the attention of the sorcerers.
â„ Demanding that Sukuna marry you already .á Fem reader, pregnant reader
âSUKUNA RYOMEN.â
There were very few things that scared the king of curses.
âWhen the hell are you going to propose to me?â
You are one of them.
Yes, you.
You, who's half his size, all flowers and silk compared to the blood and carnage that surrounded him. You, who had him wrapped on your pinky finger. You, who screamed bloody murder after a roach had started flying in the kitchen.
You, who was very, very pregnant.
âSoon, woman.â He huffed, feigning indifference despite the sweat starting to form on his brow.
âSoon? And when exactly is soon? When my bump is obvious and our child is born out of wedlock?â You screeched, fists curled at your sides.
Sukuna shifted, leaning against his arm with a scowl, his concentration lingering on the action lest it turn into a pout.
âIf this child is hailed as an illegitimate heir, I will personally rip you off that putrid throne of yoursââ
Sukunaâs eye twitched, posture straightening as he glared down at you. Yet there was no real heat behind it. âWatch your mouth womanââ
âNo! You watch your mouth before spewing thisâ this idiocy!â You cut him off, finger pointing right at him. Your tone was enough to have him flinchâ yes, flinch, just slightly backwards.
âWed me before I run away and find a man who will!!â you tapped your foot, 99% sure you would definitely go through with the idea. You knew this. Sukuna knew this. There were a lot of very prominent bachelors vying for your hand after all, from the Zenâin clan to the Gojo clan, Sukuna's most despised enemies.
âDo you understand me, Ryomen?â
Sukuna bit his tongue, brows knitted. No 'Ryo'. No 'kuna'.
âAre you threatening me?â
âWhy, are you feeling threatened, my king?â
A grumble. A tapping finger. And finally, a pout.
âFine. Dress well tonight. I will announce our wedding by dinner.â
You hummed in satisfaction, the previous ire on your face melting away quicker than sukuna could fathom. âGood. Well then, if you excuse me, I must prepare.â Your voice was silky smooth as you bowed, shoes swiftly tapping against the wood as you rushed to your chambers to inform your ladies-in-waiting of the good news.
âI used to have power.â Sukuna grumbled as uraume appeared beside them, watching your retreating figure with a tinge of amusement. âMhm.â
âI used to be unstoppable.â
âYes, my lord.â
âI used to tear villages apart, rip skin off of bone as screams echoed like music to my ears,â he continued. âI used to bend to no one's will!!â He roared, slamming his fist into the armrest of his regal and very not putrid throne.
âThat is true, my lord.â Uraume nodded. Sarcasm grazing their tone.
Sukuna slumped into the chair, scowling at how easy the thought of you had made him soft. How easy you had him trading his reputation for ruthlessness for a man who was a pathetic puddle for his soon-to-be wife.
Hii! Could I request a sukunaĂreader fic inspired by that scene from Queen Charlotte that goes:
"I do not need to do anything, I decide! I have decided, I am your king!"
"My mistake, I thought you were just George."
Hopefully you know that scene, but if not you can look it up on tik tok just for reference. You don't have to quote it or anything I just thought seeing sukuna in an argument like that would be interesting. Specially if reader only recently dropped the formalities towards sukuna. Like how capable is sukuna of being soft and caring or rather how capable is he of admitting that to himself. I imagine reader wouldn't be mad or anything, just suddenly cold and distant, respectful, too respectful and sukuns wouldn't like that.
I hope this isn't too detailed, feel free to add/remove whatever you want!
Fragile Affection
âÉâ synopsis ⶠYour husband Sukuna seemed to have been pulling away lately, you figure you should ask him why.
âÉâ pairing ⶠHusband!Sukuna x fem!reader
âÉâ tags ⶠangst, sukuna slightly crashing out, cold reader, hurt no comfort LOL
âÉâ word count ⶠ1,7K
âÉâ a/n ⶠIt took me a bit to finish damn, I've actually watched Queen Charlotte a long time ago and I didn't remember this scene! Anon you pulled me out of writers block ily ( ÂŽ êł ` )
The king of curses had slowly, but surely, fallen in love. That was nothing but a simple fact. What started off as an arranged marriage had soon turned into one bound by affection. You had initially felt very awkward, always rigid and extremely respectful; after all, Sukuna was a scary man. He looked like he could snap you in two if he felt like it. He hadnât seemed too interested in you either; this was purely a political marriage to extend his influence.
And yet, slowly, Sukuna had begun to show his heart to you. It was in the little thingsâin the way his attention would stay on you as you talked, genuinely listening; or in the way his fingers brushed against yours when it was just the two of you. Slowly but surely, you had grown comfortable around your husband. Youâd spend your time telling him about whatever had your attention lately, earning hmâs and is that soâs. He would often turn up with things you had only mentioned you wanted onceâbut he would act as if it were a mere coincidence. Nonetheless, you reveled in the small chance that Sukuna hadâindeedâcome to love you. That maybe you'd get to have a loving marriage after all.
It wasnât long before everyone else could see it too. Heâd constantly be around you, keeping your attention on him. The maids in the mansion had caught him kissing you too, to which they were subjected to a terrifying glare right after, prompting them to scatter. You had even been able to get on a first-name basis with him. Youâd call him Sukuna instead of husband or your highness. He still called you wife, but it was in a tender, possessive way that made you want to giggle. Heâd call you by name sometimes, too, when it was just the two of you and his hands cradled your face.
So whyânow that everything had turned so warm and comfortableâwas Sukuna pulling away? Maybe he thought you didnât notice, but that was all that floated in your mind lately. He was always attentive to you, so youâd notice when he seemed to force himself to look away, to regard you less. The way that when he'd catch his hand lingering on yours, heâd pull away casually. It had all started quite recently, but it was eating at you. Had you done something wrong? He wasnât necessarily treating you badly, but it felt like he was elevating a wall between the two of you.
You wouldnât let things fail like this. You decided that youâd try to put him in a good mood, and then youâd question him. Though you had dropped your formalities with him, he still was the king of cursesâsome caution wouldnât hurt, especially with something so new.
Steam filled the room as Sukuna soaked in his bath. You had the maids prepare him a nice, hot bath to soothe his nerves, to which he arched an eyebrow and muttered a "thanks." He let himself relax in the water, mind drifting to you. Sukuna never deemed himself capable of loving, yet you had found your way into his stone-cold heart and warmed it. Before he knew it, he had been yearning for your attention, craving your touch and your voice, along with your happiness. He found himself getting you anything you might ever want, and he reveled in the way your face brightened upâthough heâd still deny he did it on purpose.
Despite your having crawled your way inside his heart, your relationship still had work to do. You had recently dropped formalities, and Sukuna liked the way his name came from your lips. But he was the king of curses, and love was deemed a weakness by many, including him. Sukuna couldnât deny he had been acting affectionately toward you, but he would never allow himself to admit that he loved you. This only intensified the moment he overheard some maids speaking of him and how he so clearly loved you.
Sukuna twitched at the thought, a frown adorning his faceâhow foolish. Love? Him? That was nonsense. He didnât love you; he tolerated you at bestâyes, heâd go with that. Stressing over what others thought of him was useless; Sukuna was the most powerful sorcerer of this era; he didnât care. He stepped out of his bath, wrapping himself in a robe and tying it loosely as he ran a hand through his hair.
Your fingers fidgeted with each other as you sat anxiously on your marital bed. You hoped the bath would make things easier, but itâs not like it would help your own stress personally. You loved Sukuna, but you two had never actually had a feelings talkâone where youâd have to open up properly. But this was too important to ignore; after all, he seemed to have actually warmed up; you were confused and needed clarity. You wouldn't give up your chance at that happy ending you had been so close to getting.
Interrupting your thoughtsâand your anxietyâyour husband walks in. His hair is dripping, dark wet spots forming on his robe. You donât say anything for a bit, and neither does he; the silence fills the room the same way it had filled your marriage. Finally, you part your lips to speak. âHow was your bath?â
âIt was fine.â Sukunaâs tone isnât dismissive; it just lacks the warmth you had grown so accustomed to. His reply is simple, and it leaves you unable to say anything much. You simply nod, offering an âIâm happy to hear that.â
And once again, silence fills the room. Sukuna sits at the edge of your marital bed, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Anxiety runs through every bone in your body, but you tell yourself you have to speak up; if you donât, youâll lose your chance. You reassure yourself that he does feel something for you, so it shouldn't be too hard to open up... right? With a cracked voice, you address your husband.
âIs everything okay, Sukuna? Lately youâve seemed off⊠Have I done something wrong?â
You wish you hadnât asked. Sukuna tenses up, head tilting to look at you. His gaze is cold, devoid of any warmth; his eyebrows wrinkled in a frown. It is a silent warningâdon't ask.
âNothingâs wrong.â Your head hangs low at that. I should let this go, you tell yourselfâbut how could you? This just confirms your suspicions; something is wrong. You bite hard on your lip, hands clenching into fists as you take a deep breath. Mustering all of your courage is all you can do. âYou know⊠Iâm your wife; you need to rely on meââ
Maybe you made two mistakes in this situation: bringing it up to himâand, most importantly, telling him what to do.
Sukunaâs head snaps towards you, eyes wide. The air in the room suddenly feels nonexistent; it feels like it has been taken out of your lungs, too. Your husbandâs presence suddenly feels heavy as he slowly gets up, standing at the foot of your bed, looking down at you with an expression you thought youâd never see directed at you.
âNeed? I donât need to do anything, wife. Iâm the king of curses, the strongest sorcerer of this era. I am your king. Did you forget your place?â His tone is devoid of any warmth, devoid of the affection you had grown accustomed to. It is cold, firm, with a tint of anger. All that's whirling in Sukunaâs mind is the voices and whispers of others, talking about his "love" for you; and now youâhis wifeâdared to tell him what to do?
The blood drains from your face, your hands trembling as you grip the sheets like you're holding onto your own life. Sukunaâs words had sliced through your heart with precision. You gulp, feeling your mouth dry up. A fool, thatâs what you are. A fool to think a monster like Sukuna could have grown to feel something for you, and a fool to think of yourself as his actual wife instead of a mere decoration. Your gaze stays fixated on your lap, silence once again engulfing the room. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Fuck, I fucked up, is all Sukuna can think as you finally raise your head to look at him. Your face is adorned with a polite smile, as if he hadnât just broken your heart. Sukunaâs hands twitch at his sides; he wants to reach out, to hold your face and tell you how sorry he is. He always hated that fake smile of yours. â[First]ââ
âI must apologize for my insolence, my lord. I definitely seem to have overstepped a boundaryâI was under the false impression you were just 'Sukuna'; thank you for clarifying.â The smile never once slips from your face as the words leave your mouth. You could see he wished to speak against what you just saidâhad he not made himself clear enough already? Before he manages to say anything elseâlest your fragile heart be able to take itâyou get up, dusting off your robes as you look at him. You avoid looking at his face, just as you used to at the start of your marriage.
âI think I will have the maids prepare a room for me; I would not wish to intrude on your relaxation time.â You bow to him before walking past him. A hand reaches out to grip your wristâSukuna regards you with an expression, one whose meaning escapes you. You only look at him for a bit before your eyes rest on his chest. â[First], pleaseââ
âAh, it seems youâre particularly stressed. I shall call the maids to help with your every needâworry not, my lord, I will promptly leave you alone. In fact, I insist on giving you the space to relax.â You can feel his hand slowly letting go, so you bow once again and leave the room, leaving Sukuna at a loss. Damn it, he thinks, clenching his fists. Why was he unable to stop you from leaving? A part of him wishes he had never regarded his love for you as a weakness. That fake, polite smile of yours haunted him that nightâjust like the lack of your warmth in his arms.
...Well, Husband!Sukuna is actually being scolded by his wife, and he's taking it like a little bitch champ
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âPlease, watch your step, my lady,â Uraume warned, taking the lead a few paces in front of you to guide you through the chaotic scene your husband had made of Shibuya. It was quite impressive, you had to admit, but you werenât about to praise him for his messâyouâve seen better, and youâll make sure to let him know that as soon as youâre done giving him a piece of your mind.
They paused a few steps in front of you, waiting for you to catch up to offer you their hand and help you over the smoldering rubble. You paused when, above your head, you heard Sukunaâs familiar maniacal laughter as he toyed around with a curse, tossing the poor thing all over the city without any real effort or care for the civilians among you.
âFucking manchild,â you sneered under your breath, following Uraumeâs lead through the burning mess. In the distance, you watched a plane fall from the sky, crashing into a fiery pit of rubble before exploding. âHis gluttonous need for mayhem disgusts me.â
Uraume chuckled, âI believe there was a time when you found that to be a charming attribute of his, my lady. And if I remember correctly, you used to eagerly partake in the chaos as well.â
âDonât mistake my words, Uraume. I only meant that this madness isnât something to indulge in aloneâheâs keeping this all to himself.â
They hummed over your explanation with a small smile. âI see. Youâre upset that youâve been left out.â
âPrecisely,â you hissed, taking their hand again when it was offered to you. âHe should have waited for me.â
âTo be fair, Sukuna-sama wasnât aware that weâd be attending. Otherwise, Iâm almost certain he would have waited for you.â You didnât believe that for a single second. âThis way, my lady. I believe their fight is nearing its end.â
When you finally set your eyes on your husband again, he was watching over the burning corpse of the curse heâd been fighting. At your side, Uraume dropped to their knee on the charred sphere you were standing on. In another life, one that was set a thousand years ago, you mightâve knelt before your king, too.Â
However, this was a different era, and youâd had a thousand years to stew in your anger and contempt after being neglected and abandoned by your husband. To say you were livid was an understatement; therefore, the only one who would be doing the kneeling between you and Sukuna was going to be Sukuna kneeling for you.
âWho are you?â he dared to ask, not even turning to look at you or Uraume.
âItâs nice to see you again, Sukuna-sama.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at the pleasantries that always dripped off Uraumeâs tongue when they addressed your husbandâas if he deserved it.
âIâll have to disagree with you, Uraume,â you gritted out, finally earning the attention of the insufferable man you bound yourself to all those years ago. âI feel rather nauseous upon our meeting.âÂ
He glanced at you over his shoulder, red eyes, mirthless and unamused, narrowed in your direction as he tried to fit the familiar pieces together. Then, as if the realization struck him at once, they ever so slightly widened in surprise, then filled with just a touch of fear.Â
Good.
âYou spineless coward.â His throat bobbed as he gulped, watching as you paced forward, paying no mind to the singed ruins burning the hem of your kimono. âYou disgusting, petulant, monstrous, little bratâdo you have any idea how long youâve left me alone?! To deal with the consequences of your actions that you left behind without a momentâs notice?!â
He grabbed your wrist to stop you from stabbing your finger into his chest. âYouâre angry-â
âYes! I am angry! You did not tell me you were abandoning me-!â
âI did not abandon you-â
âDo not play dumb with me!â Your hand surged up to grab onto his face, fingers digging into his cheeks to pull him down to your level. So easily, he could have pried you away from him, yet he didnât. Instead, he only rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish. âYou said you were going away for a while.â
âAnd that was true. It has been a while, yes?â
âI did not think you meant a thousand years!â
âYour mistake then.â
You were about to grind your teeth down into little nubs with how tightly you were clenching your jaw. A sneering hiss passed your lips, and you harshly dragged your hand away from his face.Â
âThis boy that youâre inhabitingâyour vessel-â
âYuji-â
âI do not care for the bratâs name!â Sukuna flinched at your tone. âDoes he feel pain when you are fronting in his body?â
âNo.â
âGood.â
With his answer, you didnât hesitate to back hand him across the face, putting all your rage into the one swing. He grunted with the impact to his cheek, but took the attack as he shouldâwordlessly and without punishing you back.Â
The space around you went quiet, only filled by the crackling sound of embers and distant screams of anguish as you dragged your hand back, shaking out the tingles quickly before holding it out to him, which he begrudgingly took to heal it for you.Â
âThat has quelled the worst of the anger.â
He only grunted in response to that, tracing his thumb over the back of your hand until it didnât ache anymore.
âThere.â When he let go of your hand, you didnât pull it back. You kept it held out in front of him until he groaned and grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before lowering it to your side in a soft, delicate motion. âGood?â
âAdequate,â you corrected him, crossing your arms and sliding your hands into the sleeves of your kimono. âWith that out of the way, I will admit that Iâve missed you.â
He exhaled a faint sigh of relief, the smallest smile ticking up on the corners of his mouth before disappearing. âIâve missed you, too.â
âHave you really?â
âIndeed. Want me to prove it to you?â
âNo need.â Your nose curled at his insinuation, eyes glaring over his new body. âIâll take your word for it. Iâve no interest in lying with someone so young and who lacks the proper number of appendages. Youâre missing two of your arms.â
He chuckled, âAmong other appendages, but yes, Iâm aware.â
You grabbed the uniform he was wearing, bunching it in your fist to push it up to his chest, revealing his boringly bare torso, no belly mouth in sight. âAnd the best part about you is also missing. How tragicâŠâ
âMy apologies.âÂ
With a scoff, you released the uniform top, returning your hands to your sleeves. âWhen will this affair be over? And I mean completely over. I want my husband back, and I want him in my husbandâs body.â
âHard to say. I have a few more things Iâd like to do.â
âMake it quick then. I want to spend the New Year together-â
âItâs not that simple-â At his interjection, you raised your brows, making him fall silent before he sighed, âIâll make it quick.â
âThat's the way.â You took a small step toward him, closing the gap between you. âLean down.â
When he did, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made him grumble, âThatâs it?â
âItâs all you deserve.âÂ
You gave his chest a pat before turning on your heel, only to be caught by your wrist and pulled back against him. His arms circled around your waist as his face pressed into the crook of your neck. Sukuna inhaled deeply and released it with a sated groan, hand dragging down your hips to palm your asscheek.Â
âYouâre not really leaving already, are you?â He pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. âYou should stay. Iâll fight you next. It'll be the most fun we've both had since I left.â
âNo, thanks.â You let him place only one more kiss to your skin before pushing away. âDonât make me wait too long, Sukuna. Iâd hate to have to find someone else to take care of me.â
He snorted, âLike who? No one else can handle you.â
You shrugged innocently. âI hear Satoru Gojoâs in Shibuya. Sealed up tight in the prison realm. Maybe Iâll just take it for myself and free him. Maybe then Iâd renounce my title as your queen and devote myself to fighting for his cause. Offer myself up as his wife, tooâIâm sure heâd appreciate a step up in the competition, donât you?â
You could feel his anger wafting off of him in waves, hitting you in the back of the neck as you grinned.
âIâll kill you both.â
âHurry up while you still have a wife waiting for you.â You hid your snickering behind your hand when you heard his irritated grumbling. âLetâs go, Uraume. I need a new kimono before you take me home.â
Archaeologists in Kyoto have unearthed a sealed lacquer box from the early Heian period, tucked behind a collapsed shrine wall. Housing dozens of silk-bound scrolls inside, written in an alarmingly passionate hand. The team expects political intrigue, poetic philosophy â perhaps even religious text. Something to better understand modern humanityâs predecessors.
What they find instead is.. well.
Your scent lingers like sweet balm to the weary soul, salving my skin with saccharine lace and gossamer ribbon. Were I some less honorable being, I will have willed myself homebound, to embrace and consume you whole beneath pale moonlight.
It has been a fortnight since you last wrote.
Do you intend to kill me thus, woman? Word by word withheld?
Send me a lock of your hair. Better yet a cut of cloth from your undergarments, for your weary king to behold. To wrap around his sword hilt, that every death may whisper tender of your name.
How strange the enemy, to write more often than my own wife. I shall be better off to assume affection from their corpse.
I am not a monk, woman.
Your husband returns. Do not bathe.
Experts are divided as to whether or not to classify the findings as early examples of love letters, war correspondence, or psychological warfare. A proud professor with alabaster bedhead sums it up best at a press conference.
âWeâve discovered the Heian equivalent of sexting.â
As of this morning, a response has been identified among the scrolls, penned in a markedly steadier hand â
You are no more an honorable being than you are a mutt.
I shall love you longer should my hands not fall off first in clutch of this quill â
and by god, you are exhausting, Ryomen.
A/N: my roman empire is the way i lock in for historical stuff
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