lazy saturday mornings ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ☁︎
pairing: husband!sukuna & wife!reader, heian era!
summary: sukuna, the king of the curses, and his loving wife, the queen of the cursed energy, spends a lazy saturday morning together!
"what a beautiful morning," you thought to yourself. the morning breeze caressed your skin as you combed your hair. your long, white hair reached all the way down to your knees. it had been a long time since you last cut it—not since your wedding, to be exact. it wasn't because of some tradition or anything like that; your husband simply loved your long hair, and so did you. your thoughts were interrupted by the movement behind you. your beloved husband, sukuna, had woken up. with lazy steps, he slowly got out of bed and loosely wrapped all four of his arms around you from behind.
“morning, wife.” he said with a raspy morning voice.
“morning, husband. did you sleep well?”
“I was sleeping quite well until you woke up and decided to leave me, my dear wife.”
you let out a chuckle, and decided to tease him a little. “really, kuna? you seemed determined to keep me awake last night.”
he let out a low groan and buried his face in the crook of your neck.“woman, all you do is blame me. don’t act like you’re so innocent.”
“but i am innocent my lord,” you said, raising your hand to thread your fingers through his hair.
“whatever you say my lady.”
his fingers traced over your black tattoos carved into your skin. yours were unlike his; your tattoos resembled skin burned by raging flames. besides, your tattoos were not symmetrical, stretching along the left side of your body from your ear down to your ankle. there were similarities between you two as well, of course—such as both of you having four arms. despite what most believed, this was not a deformity. if you wanted to, both of you could look like a "normal human." however, as the strongest, having four arms was an immense advantage in battle, and neither of you cared about looking "normal" anyway.
sukuna, noticing that you seemed lost in thought, scooped you up from your chair and carried you back to the bed with his strong arms. you had no intention of resisting—after all, a saturday morning when both of you were free didn't come around very often. once he leaned back against the bed, he pulled you into his arms, your head resting against his chest. eyes closed, he was softly stroking your arm.
it was quiet outside; the only sounds filling the room were the rhythm of your breathing and your heartbeats. you both felt peaceful. you wrapped your arms tightly around sukuna.
sometimes you wondered if the two of you were truly made for each other. even with a hundred and fifty years stretching between you, was the striking resemblance of your fates merely a coincidence, or something designed by fate? you were both born in the heian era, in the remote, forgotten corners of what is now known as kyoto. just unwanted burdens to your families, monsters to your villages—children the world simply couldn't bear to look upon.
given the circumstances, slaughtering everyone was the only choice left to you; after all, you were never offered anything other than death to begin with. there was no one to teach either of you how to tame the power surging within, not that it would have mattered anyway. you likely would have killed them too. perhaps your destinies had been intertwined from the very start, though you supposed you would never truly know.
“wife? you seem to have a lot on your mind.”
“maybe kuna, i was thinking about the past,” you said softly.
although he remained silent, his actions said otherwise. his grip tightened, thinking about his past too. after a long moment, he broke the silence with his usual dismissive tone.
“tch, you know what? fuck the past. we're here now. that’s the only thing that matters.”
thank you for reading!! tell me if this is corny af😞i am still figuring out how to write my delusions