Sukuna x reader one-shot Wednesday (Nov 5) at 9:00 PM EST (unless I'm satisfied with my editing, then I'll release it earlier).
Inspired by the mythology of Houyi and Chang'e, with a little bit of my own twist. 🙂↕️🙂↕️
It feels super good to have a WIP that's been stuck for so long and then getting a spur of inspiration for it.
(Small preview below the cut)
The great archer warrior, Ryomen Sukuna.
His fire arrows were said to rival the ten suns that scorched the earth.
Though he was a mere mortal, his gift to conjure fire arrows from his hands was believed by many to be divine—a celestial blessing. Some even revered him as the Sun God. His skin seemed to be impervious to the blazing heat, and his inhuman physique only added to such beliefs.
Sukuna lived at the edge of the mortal realm, by a cliff where one could behold the splendor and beauty of the world in its entirety.
Yet, there were whispers that he had a wife.
An unassuming, unremarkable woman—whose name they did not bother to know.
Perhaps he took pity on the poor woman when a lord offered him a servant girl as his bride in his daughter’s stead. Nobles sat atop power and influence, yet most were nothing but the embodiment of greed and cowardice.
But that mattered not. For ignorant fools will always remain in their shortsightedness.
Even after all this time, they failed to understand: that you—the one they undermined—were the keeper of his propriety.
For you, he would burn down worlds and conquer stars.
You need only say it.
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Beads of sweat trickled down your spine as you lay in bed with your husband, bare limbs entwined. The sweltering heat of the ten suns had grown unbearable in the last few weeks; burning like hell’s furnace. You could only surmise it was still the early morning, judging from the way Sukuna was still fast asleep, but it was getting increasingly difficult to tell. Daytime stretched longer with each passing day; soon, it seemed, night would cease to exist.
The phenomenon had become worrisome for many, as night was once the only brief respite from the unforgiving heat. It was when the world came alive. People would emerge from their homes, fill the night markets, barter goods, and socialize. They would celebrate the moon that had always watched over the night—a symbol of harvest, prosperity, happiness, and life. Because when the ten suns inevitably rose, there was no life.
Only voracious destruction.
Normally, you would have been able to return to slumber with ease, but the heat and humidity clinging to your skin made it difficult to fall asleep again.
“Are you uncomfortable?” His scarlet gaze was awake upon you now, rough fingertips brushing the damp temple of your head.
“A little,” you admitted with a weary smile.
Early in your marriage, you had quickly learned that it was futile to lie to Sukuna—he was perceptive. It was as though he possessed a kind of clairvoyance when it came to you; nothing about you, down to the number of strands of hair on your head, ever escaped him.
The bed shifted with his weight as he propped himself up. Despite having seen your husband bare countless times, his body still left you awestruck.
Looking at him was akin to gazing upon a god.
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