Visions of you Heian!era Sukuna x Blind!reader
syponsis: Reader is a blind daughter of a duke during the heian era. A late night encounter during a ball leads to her meeting a person who conceals their identity (Sukuna) and pursues her tirelessly after that meeting. A total stranger..or is he? Things aren’t always what they seem.
You despised these balls.
Hated the way your maids would flock around you like a group of pigeons, preventing anyone from coming in arms-width to you— let alone talk to you.
You didnt understand why Father insisted on bestowing this horrible burden on you. Every week, like clockwork, in the name of socialising, he sent you to the most lavish events in the capital. Chandeliers made of glittering crystals, disgusting food named delicacies, and the richest people in all of the capital.
And yet. You still managed to be locked away from the worldyou only heard around you.
You recognised most voices and names only from the idle gossip of the maids as they readied you.
But tonight? This night was different.
One of your maids, Riwona, had been shamelessly flirting for the past month with a servant in the viscount’s palace. It only took a moment of giggles and high pitched comments behind cupped hands to distract them enough for you to slip away.
You moved between the sound; it was familiar enough for you to comfortably walk without your shoulders grazing the delicate silks around you.
Your hands moved over the unassuming glass-stained door tucked into an alcove at the end of the room. But with Riwona’s vivid descriptions of how she had slipped away here last time to kiss the very servant, it was easy enough for you to find.
Just a moment of fresh air. A moment of freedom. That’s all you needed. It hovered over you all the time like a weight never let go. You needed just one moment alone.
The fresh gust hit your face, pushing your hair back as wispy tendrils rippled to fan delicately around your shoulders.
You shut the sliding door.
The wind, pushing against you a moment ago, now urged you forward. You take slow, gentle steps until you can feel the short lattice bench infront of your knees. One arm leans down to brush a hand against the threaded wood.
Your head snaps up, and you flinch. Someone was here. Your forehead feels heavy once more, and your glazed eyes are cautious. Eyebrows knitting together.
It comes out accusing, more than a question. Who dares disrupt your quiet moment of peace? Whoever it may be should scatter at the sight of the duke’s daughter, someone above them.
“Can’t you see, woman?” A voice grunts out from your left.
You lean towards the direction of the sound, your expression unamused. Anger boiled in your gut. Who exactly was this? And how dare they speak to you in such a manner?
You deadpan, moving cautiously around the bench to hover infront of it. Debating wether you should sit next to this irritating person.
Well, whoever it was must have gotten the memo, and seen your hazy eyes. The silence suggested they must’ve realised who you were. Coward.
“Nothing to say? Then please leave. I deeply value my time.”
You say, as you decide that a man wouldn’t stop you from sitting down. Stretching your dress out on either side of you, you descend onto the bench. The lack of wood in the gaps due to the design resulted in it digging into you. You tuck your dress down as you hold back a sound of displeasure.
A low chuckle disturbs your somber opinions on benches.
“I intend to stay. It is not any day a lady speaks to me in such manner,” he says lazily. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was absentmindedly twirling his hair around his finger.
Your unseeing gaze was stuck straight ahead. The city lights seemed so small yet vast from up here, as if to remind you how tiny you were in this world.
“At least introduce yourself. If i must endure the pleasure of your company.”
“Hardly necessary. I assume you especially would enjoy conversation without the burden of titles and formality.”
You almost cracked a mused expression at his argument.
“That would be enjoyable if it wasn’t one sided.”
“Nonsense, woman. Now, entertain me on why you’re hiding here?”
You debate lying for a second, but ultimately decided against it. Everyone always did say your thoughts showed on your face.
“These balls are just horrible. Being forced to come here every week does something to a person. The endless chatter echoes in my mind even the day after. I just needed some silence.”
He hums low in agreement.
“And im sightless. Im cursed, and my father intends to keep me in a gilded cage because of it.” You continue, tilting your head slightly towards him.
He stays silent for a beat in deliberation.
“s’too distracting in there. Seeing the products of my mistakes.”
Your lips turn down, confused. You knew of course, that everyone in that room had done awful things to others. Had ruined lives, torn apart families, and killed. But it still wasn’t any comforting hearing it.
You knew your maids were looking for you now, you could hear their panicked chatter outside, subtly asking guests for your whereabouts.
“And is it a mistake to be sitting out here with me tonight?”
You question. Tone unusually sharp compared to your demeanour only a minute ago.
The sudden—piercing noise of the glass pane being slid aside vibrated around the balcony.
“You mustn’t run off like that!”
Their voices overlapped, tones rushed and concerned.
Only a second later and there was pin silence.
You turn your head toward the door behind you. Frowning. You could feel their gaze prickling into you and probably the man next to you.
Next thing you know, they are swarmed around you, ushering you up, and towards the door. They whispered in your ear. How you shouldn’t have left them. How angry your father would be if he found you out. How you shouldn’t be talking to this man.
Comes his voice. Firm and confident in his words. It came from eye level to you now, like he had also stood up to watch you be taken away.
Everyone stilled around you. Breaths caught as they wondered what he was responding to. You didn’t have time to say anything back, before they were pushing you away to reenter the ballroom and shut the door firmly behind you with a thud.
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The stranger came a week later.
You walked in your favourite place of the palace. The gardens. The lush green of the dancing grasses enticed you. Flowers of spring, just beginning to bloom welcomed you with meaning.
It was one place where you were allowed to be alone.
The soft breeze danced with your hair, and you could hear the birds chirping in song overhead. One more step and you would reach the turning point of the garden. You had the paths memorised since childhood.
The right took you to the lake, where the weeping willows where your mother once read to you beneath as a child lay. They were large, larger than a five story building in the bustling center of town square. You could lay there for hours without time feeling like it had passed.
The left led to the flower fields. Rows and rows of endless blooms. Peonies, forget me-not, orchids, sunflowers, roses, you name it— they were there. They basked in sunlight, illuminating any who walked through their scent. It was a sight to behold, if you could see it.
Only one step in before you hear a gruff voice behind you.
it was him. You knew it. You had imagined his voice since that night, remembered his words firm—as they told you it wasn’t a mistake to be with you. The first person who ever did.
You turn around, hesitantly. Slowly.
“I was here to speak with your father. Though I confess, he was not happy to see me. He is weak however, so here i am.” His voice comes out, smooth and confident.
So he was of higher standing of you. Interesting. There were only a few who were higher than a duke.
“My father is not fond of you?”
You question, nodding slightly and turning around to welcome him on your walk. Your shoes crunch on the new stone path.
You hear him walk faster to catch up to you, before falling into pace beside you. The smell of flowers grew strong suddenly. Right beside you.
“He disagrees with me upon foolish matters. It is no business for you to concern yourself with.”
He stays silent for a few moments, before adding on.
“Uruame—my subordinate informed me I should give you flowers. I believe they will be in your liking.”
He says, and you feel the palm of a hand, rough and coarse from work, hold your wrist as he settles the bouquet in your grasp.
Your left hand rises, and your fingers brush over the head of the flowers. Pansy and lotus. How rare in these parts, that you did not even know the meaning.
“They are exquisite. But forgive me for being so forward, what are your intentions in this?”
Your words sounded innocent, but they held meaning. Who was this man? So capable of concealing his identity from you, but who was pursuing you. What did he want from a blind woman?
Comes his amused voice, and your eyebrows had already started to furrow in fury before he continued.
“I assumed i was forward with my interest. My apologies. I will court you,”
You are quiet for a long time. Before shaking your head. His confidence was unmatched, but the absolute uncertainty in his voice is what scared you. Like it was a statement, not a question.
“Im sorry. You see, i cannot court you. I do not even know who you are.”
You say, but the excuse is weak. Hiding something old, threatening to release.
His voice was confused more than anything else you could describe.
“You dare reject me nonetheless? I will tell you who i am at this moment, if it will allow me to take your hand.”
Your laugh is light. But haunting. Like you knew something he did not.
“Come to me tomorrow, my lord. And i will show you why,”
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You came into this world crying, for your lungs were strong and you were healthy. But you squirmed horribly in the midwives arms
She had turned you around. Assuming it was only normal for a newborn. Her scream was heard from the palace gates where the latest delivery of fine china had arrived.
For she had seen the first of your curse.
Your eyes were cloudy, glazed over as you cried.
But it was not a normal blindness, no. Not like the youngest child of the marquesses, whose eyes looked normal, but were unseeing. No. Yours were cursed.
A boy of four. With pink hair and two sets of arms and eyes. They speak of magic flared in anger. And eyes cursing the first thing they had seen. The duchess’s pregnant stomach.
They blamed him. But the fear of his power’s overrode their anger. And so it was hidden. The secret kept only within palace walls. Never for you to find out.
The boy’s powers rose with him. And soon, he was known by a new name. The king of curses.
A word could not be said during his rise to the top. The secret guarded in fear.
You despised these balls.
Hated the way your maids would flock around you like a group of pigeons, preventing anyone from coming in arms-width to you— let alone talk to you.
You didnt understand why Father insisted on bestowing this horrible burden on you. Every week, like clockwork, in the name of socialising, he sent you to the most lavish events in the capital. Chandeliers made of glittering crystals, disgusting food named delicacies, and the richest people in all of the capital.
And yet. You still managed to be locked away from the worldyou only heard around you.
You recognised most voices and names only from the idle gossip of the maids as they readied you.
But tonight? This night was different.
One of your maids, Riwona, had been shamelessly flirting for the past month with a servant in the viscount’s palace. It only took a moment of giggles and high pitched comments behind cupped hands to distract them enough for you to slip away.
You moved between the sound; it was familiar enough for you to comfortably walk without your shoulders grazing the delicate silks around you.
Your hands moved over the unassuming glass-stained door tucked into an alcove at the end of the room. But with Riwona’s vivid descriptions of how she had slipped away here last time to kiss the very servant, it was easy enough for you to find.
Just a moment of fresh air. A moment of freedom. That’s all you needed. It hovered over you all the time like a weight never let go. You needed just one moment alone.
The fresh gust hit your face, pushing your hair back as wispy tendrils rippled to fan delicately around your shoulders.
You shut the sliding door.
The wind, pushing against you a moment ago, now urged you forward. You take slow, gentle steps until you can feel the short lattice bench infront of your knees. One arm leans down to brush a hand against the threaded wood.
Your head snaps up, and you flinch. Someone was here. Your forehead feels heavy once more, and your glazed eyes are cautious. Eyebrows knitting together.
It comes out accusing, more than a question. Who dares disrupt your quiet moment of peace? Whoever it may be should scatter at the sight of the duke’s daughter, someone above them.
“Can’t you see, woman?” A voice grunts out from your left.
You lean towards the direction of the sound, your expression unamused. Anger boiled in your gut. Who exactly was this? And how dare they speak to you in such a manner?
You deadpan, moving cautiously around the bench to hover infront of it. Debating wether you should sit next to this irritating person.
Well, whoever it was must have gotten the memo, and seen your hazy eyes. The silence suggested they must’ve realised who you were. Coward.
“Nothing to say? Then please leave. I deeply value my time.”
You say, as you decide that a man wouldn’t stop you from sitting down. Stretching your dress out on either side of you, you descend onto the bench. The lack of wood in the gaps due to the design resulted in it digging into you. You tuck your dress down as you hold back a sound of displeasure.
A low chuckle disturbs your somber opinions on benches.
“I intend to stay. It is not any day a lady speaks to me in such manner,” he says lazily. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was absentmindedly twirling his hair around his finger.
Your unseeing gaze was stuck straight ahead. The city lights seemed so small yet vast from up here, as if to remind you how tiny you were in this world.
“At least introduce yourself. If i must endure the pleasure of your company.”
“Hardly necessary. I assume you especially would enjoy conversation without the burden of titles and formality.”
You almost cracked a mused expression at his argument.
“That would be enjoyable if it wasn’t one sided.”
“Nonsense, woman. Now, entertain me on why you’re hiding here?”
You debate lying for a second, but ultimately decided against it. Everyone always did say your thoughts showed on your face.
“These balls are just horrible. Being forced to come here every week does something to a person. The endless chatter echoes in my mind even the day after. I just needed some silence.”
He hums low in agreement.
“And im sightless. Im cursed, and my father intends to keep me in a gilded cage because of it.” You continue, tilting your head slightly towards him.
He stays silent for a beat in deliberation.
“s’too distracting in there. Seeing the products of my mistakes.”
Your lips turn down, confused. You knew of course, that everyone in that room had done awful things to others. Had ruined lives, torn apart families, and killed. But it still wasn’t any comforting hearing it.
You knew your maids were looking for you now, you could hear their panicked chatter outside, subtly asking guests for your whereabouts.
“And is it a mistake to be sitting out here with me tonight?”
You question. Tone unusually sharp compared to your demeanour only a minute ago.
The sudden—piercing noise of the glass pane being slid aside vibrated around the balcony.
“You mustn’t run off like that!”
Their voices overlapped, tones rushed and concerned.
Only a second later and there was pin silence.
You turn your head toward the door behind you. Frowning. You could feel their gaze prickling into you and probably the man next to you.
Next thing you know, they are swarmed around you, ushering you up, and towards the door. They whispered in your ear. How you shouldn’t have left them. How angry your father would be if he found you out. How you shouldn’t be talking to this man.
Comes his voice. Firm and confident in his words. It came from eye level to you now, like he had also stood up to watch you be taken away.
Everyone stilled around you. Breaths caught as they wondered what he was responding to. You didn’t have time to say anything back, before they were pushing you away to reenter the ballroom and shut the door firmly behind you with a thud.
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The stranger came a week later.
You walked in your favourite place of the palace. The gardens. The lush green of the dancing grasses enticed you. Flowers of spring, just beginning to bloom welcomed you with meaning.
It was one place where you were allowed to be alone.
The soft breeze danced with your hair, and you could hear the birds chirping in song overhead. One more step and you would reach the turning point of the garden. You had the paths memorised since childhood.
The right took you to the lake, where the weeping willows where your mother once read to you beneath as a child lay. They were large, larger than a five story building in the bustling center of town square. You could lay there for hours without time feeling like it had passed.
The left led to the flower fields. Rows and rows of endless blooms. Peonies, forget me-not, orchids, sunflowers, roses, you name it— they were there. They basked in sunlight, illuminating any who walked through their scent. It was a sight to behold, if you could see it.
Only one step in before you hear a gruff voice behind you.
it was him. You knew it. You had imagined his voice since that night, remembered his words firm—as they told you it wasn’t a mistake to be with you. The first person who ever did.
You turn around, hesitantly. Slowly.
“I was here to speak with your father. Though I confess, he was not happy to see me. He is weak however, so here i am.” His voice comes out, smooth and confident.
So he was of higher standing of you. Interesting. There were only a few who were higher than a duke.
“My father is not fond of you?”
You question, nodding slightly and turning around to welcome him on your walk. Your shoes crunch on the new stone path.
You hear him walk faster to catch up to you, before falling into pace beside you. The smell of flowers grew strong suddenly. Right beside you.
“He disagrees with me upon foolish matters. It is no business for you to concern yourself with.”
He stays silent for a few moments, before adding on.
“Uruame—my subordinate informed me I should give you flowers. I believe they will be in your liking.”
He says, and you feel the palm of a hand, rough and coarse from work, hold your wrist as he settles the bouquet in your grasp.
Your left hand rises, and your fingers brush over the head of the flowers. Pansy and lotus. How rare in these parts, that you did not even know the meaning.
“They are exquisite. But forgive me for being so forward, what are your intentions in this?”
Your words sounded innocent, but they held meaning. Who was this man? So capable of concealing his identity from you, but who was pursuing you. What did he want from a blind woman?
Comes his amused voice, and your eyebrows had already started to furrow in fury before he continued.
“I assumed i was forward with my interest. My apologies. I will court you,”
You are quiet for a long time. Before shaking your head. His confidence was unmatched, but the absolute uncertainty in his voice is what scared you. Like it was a statement, not a question.
“Im sorry. You see, i cannot court you. I do not even know who you are.”
You say, but the excuse is weak. Hiding something old, threatening to release.
His voice was confused more than anything else you could describe.
“You dare reject me nonetheless? I will tell you who i am at this moment, if it will allow me to take your hand.”
Your laugh is light. But haunting. Like you knew something he did not.
“Come to me tomorrow, my lord. And i will show you why,”
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
You came into this world crying, for your lungs were strong and you were healthy. But you squirmed horribly in the midwives arms
She had turned you around. Assuming it was only normal for a newborn. Her scream was heard from the palace gates where the latest delivery of fine china had arrived.
For she had seen the first of your curse.
Your eyes were cloudy, glazed over as you cried.
But it was not a normal blindness, no. Not like the youngest child of the marquesses, whose eyes looked normal, but were unseeing. No. Yours were cursed.
A boy of four. With pink hair and two sets of arms and eyes. They speak of magic flared in anger. And eyes cursing the first thing they had seen. The duchess’s pregnant stomach.
They blamed him. But the fear of his power’s overrode their anger. And so it was hidden. The secret kept only within palace walls. Never for you to find out.
The boy’s powers rose with him. And soon, he was known by a new name. The king of curses.
A word could not be said during his rise to the top. The secret was guarded in fear of the duke’s position. And the king of curses knew.
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He came to you the next day.
You sat in the field of roses. Red, the same shade of his eyes. Sitting criss cross, you faced away from him. Eyes shut.
He waded through the fields and came to a stop right behind you.
“What captivates your mind?”
He questioned. No response.
“Tell me, foolish woman, do you ignore me?”
He questions yet again, with a low rising temper.
No answer comes to his questions. Frustration overcame sane thought, and you could feel the pressure of his mind prickling into yours. There was only a second of resistance, before the flood gates opened.
He saw with your eyes. He expected darkness, and thoughts presented to him, like a key to his question. But it was not dark. And there were no answers.
He saw your blurred vision, cloudy enough that it blended and turned the world into a palette of colours, but enough that objects were distinguishable. He saw himself at that moment, standing behind you with his pink hair blended into the red of his eyes and the roses around you two.
And then he saw clearly. The same scene but in uncanny detail for someone who could not see. But it was clear now, you saw him…Clearly?
He sees how you saw at the first meeting. Unseeing and blind as you walked through the ballroom, but it was clear all of a sudden. And your eyes were taking in the magnificent sight of the city lights at dark and then falling over him. You could see. Because of him?
And he gets a sight from the future. Flashes that overcame you in the dead of night. Him sat on a throne of bones, except on the ring finger of his left hand lay a ring as he raised it to command armies to battle.
It blinked, and it turned into a dark room. You were sat on the futon, except you were not alone. On the right of you he sat. With two of his arms wrapped around you, and a third resting on your stomach. Your stomach which was swelled with life.
A blink and it was now the throne room, where he held his son with an expression he never knew he could hold. Contentment.
It thrust him back to reality now. Out of your vision, out of your mind. You had pushed him out, and were now staring at him.
Your head tilted and your expression full of wonder for the first time.
You start quietly, eyes tracing over his face.
“When i stepped onto the balcony, and instead of clouded colours, i saw a man. A strange man, but one whose description i had remembered, as the king of curses.”
A pause, and then you start again.
“I didnt understand why i could see. And why fate had chosen that exact moment, when my eyes had fallen upon you to allow me to. I wanted to be alone to think upon the matter. But you would not leave. You spoke of your mistakes. I saw the manner in which you glanced at me, as if i was one of them. I understood then. It was hidden from me, yes. But i understood. I was not blind, but i was cursed. And it had come undone when i met you.”
“You terrified me. When i saw glances of our future in the dark. When i could see what you had done to me. Everyone had always talked to me as if i was a mistake, and then you came along and spoke to me as if i was worth more. Because i was only a mistake because of what you had done, yes i realized that. But you intrigued me, so i must only ask this. I will court you, just explain it all to me, wont you?”
Ahhhh finally done. Im so scared this is bad but hopefully someone likes it and it makes sense.
If u see a mistake pleade comment so i can fix it!!
I honestly can’t see a part two to this story because it seems pretty established to me but like maybe a small fluff piece in the future. I only write when im rlly motivated with an idea tho so dont expect much of me💔💔
Anyway, enough of me talking,
