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.
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!
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Masterlist:
Prologue
A peek into the start of their story
Chapter 1: Seeding
Everything and everyone is interdependent. Such is the requirement to live.
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.
