Okay so I finished season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen (starting on season 3 finally) and I needed to get this scenario with Sukuna out of my brain.
Takes place between episodes 15-16 of season 2, where Sukuna fights Jogo. Fem!Reader, slight hints of spice.
"Do you require anything, My Lady?" Uraume's calm voice sounded from behind you. Head bowed out of respect and hands folded before them, they kept their gaze on the concrete ceiling you both sat on. In the distance, the black sphere of the veil falling into place kept your attention. As the chill night air blew past, you shivered.
"…Perhaps another layer?" You glanced at them over your shoulder for only a moment, just long enough to see them nod before you turned to watch the veil once more. You could hear the rustling of fabric behind you, and despite Uraume's general calm presence, it did nothing to stop the way your heart kept spiking with excitement.
Tonight was the night. A big step forward for your plans, assuming Satoru Gojo was properly sealed.
A neatly folded robe was placed beside you on the ledge where you sat, a bright colorful red. The shade reminded you of his eyes…
"Thank you my friend." You smiled at them. "I am still not used to this more common way of dressing. So few layers…" Uraume had given you a thick wool robe to drape over your shoulders instead of silk that would match your kosode, and for that you were grateful. How did the women of this modern time feel comfortable with so much on display? Your Lord would be seething with jealousy if he ever found you walking about like that, the eyes of strangers mapping out every inch of your form.
The thought had you giggling to yourself, your hand moving to cover your smile with the sleeve of your robe. Your Lord was so handsome when he was feeling possessive…
You missed him. You missed everything about him.
Uraume was careful to look away from you, eyes avoiding your face until your giggling subsided. Even a thousand years later and with a reincarnated form, they still remembered your shared Lord's rule.
'I am the only one who gets to see you smile like this. I'll kill anyone else who dares to look.'
Uraume had been in the throne room when your Lord had cradled your smiling face in one of his many hands and vowed this, and it was only because your Lord enjoyed their company that they were given a warning at all. Many others had not been so lucky.
You had started the habit of covering your face when you laughed while near them, just as an added layer of security. You liked Uraume, and you knew your Lord had a soft spot for them as well. You would hate to see them dead over your joy.
With the veil fallen over Shibuya, you settled down to wait, patting the spot on the ledge next to you.
"Sit with me, Uraume. We have quiet a bit of time to wait."
"As you wish, My Lady." They bowed their head once more before settling beside you. The sparkling city lights stretched towards the horizon as you both sat there, waiting for the time to pass. In the distance, at the base of the veil, you could feel a presence finally arrive. No doubt the long awaited Satoru Gojo, followed by a smattering of much weaker cursed auras not long after. The sorcerers were finally here.
You watched through the darkness of the night as slowly each veil was broken down one by one. You could hear the distant sounds of screaming from the streets, and with your developed senses it wasn't hard to pick up on the coppery stink of blood carried on the wind. You could feel the smattering of weaker cursed energies disappearing - some of them transformed humans, one of them was the earth cursed spirit Uruame had recruited, quiet a few more were jujutsu sorcerers. You had felt it when Satoru Gojo was finally caught - the oppressive force of his curse energy disappearing into the Prison Realm for only minutes before you could feel it trying to leak back out. Even if the parasite brain couldn't keep him contained for long, it didn't matter. You just needed enough time for your Lord's vessel to reach the fingers.
Speaking of - you could feel the presence of one, completely unwrapped, moving through the underground tunnels. You focused on that spot, waiting for something to change.
A sudden spike - more fingers, the ones the cursed spirits had gathered and stolen and killed for.
And then Him.
You gasped as that familiar aura grew and spread suddenly, an overwhelming wave of evil rising from the tunnels like a tidal wave. Even from this distance you could feel it - could smell it.
Lord Ryomen Sukuna.
You took a deep breath in - letting that smell, that feeling, flood your senses. It was faint compared to a thousand years ago, still missing pieces of his soul - still trapped in the body of a young mortal, but undeniably him. Your hands move to cup your cheeks as you huff hot air, chest rising and falling rapidly as euphoria washes over you. He's still here, he's back and you can feel him claiming the area around him with the same ease and power as he did so many centuries ago.
An involuntary breathy moan leaves you as your eyes flutter shut, your hands moving to caress your neck as you imagine his hands on you once more.
It's been so long…
Uraume is very careful to not look at you as you collect yourself, keeping their gaze rooted to the general area of Shibuya where your Lord is. You're thankful to them for that, giving you a moment to calm down and breathe. You had known you missed him, but you hadn't realized how much your body craved him after so long being separated. You swallow, smoothing down the fabric of your robes as you find your composure, just in time to see the lights of the city flicker out of existence and hear a sound you could only recreate in your memories.
Ryomen Sukuna's laughter.
It echoes and bounces through the city, off walls and streets and through tunnels as an explosion lights up the night sky once more. And suddenly - two distant figures flying through the air as debris was thrown and cut and tossed. You saw fire, no doubt from that determined cursed spirit of fire Uraume had been directing. He was a stubborn and hot headed thing, and rather powerful you had to admit. Your Lord would have fun tossing him around for the time being.
After so many years locked away, he must be eager to work off some energy, get blood under his claws and viscera all over his skin. The fire spirit wouldn't be any sort of challenge, but he would be fun.
"Oh, Uraume…He's back…" You whispered, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on their shoulder as you watched the streets ahead light up in an inferno. You could hear him laughing. Uraume hummed, pleased just as you were, watching the chaos unfold.
Lava poured through the streets in a tidal wave, any humans taking shelter in the area burned to a crisp before they could even understand what was happening. You saw the foundations of buildings melt and crumple under their own weight, your eyes trying to keep up with the blurry silhouette of your Lord.
"Can we get a closer look? Please Uraume, I beg of you." You clasped your hands in front of your chest, looking at the ice spirit beside you, unable to hide the excited grin stretching across your lips. Their pink eyes watched you, an obvious battle at war within themselves. They were under strict orders to protect and keep you safe, no matter the cost, but they were also not supposed to deny you anything you wished unless your shared Lord directly commanded it. Get closer to the battle would be more dangerous, but not necessarily threatening to your safety if you were both clever about it. With Uraume's natural ice abilities and the charms you were both adorned with to hide your cursed energies, it should be safe enough…
"…If it is what My lady wishes." You gasp in excitement, pulling them into a brief hug as you practically vibrate with glee. In the distance, your Lord knocks the fire spirit through the ceiling of a skyscraper and down to the basement. "We must be very careful, My Lady. Fire is volatile."
You're already standing and nodding along to their words, smoothing out your robes and tiptoeing closer to the ceiling's edge. As Uraume stands beside you, you bring your hands together, the shadows of your fingers creating an image of an open maw full of sharp teeth.
"Wani." You recite, and with a small burst of energy hidden by your charms, a shikigami forms in the open air before you. A crocodilian face on a long serpentine body of ocean colored scales writhed and floated before you, long silky whiskers on it's face twitching towards your hands in greeting. Uraume helped you settle onto the creature's back before following, careful of the rough shark fins lining the creatures spine. The dragon's claws flex as it's whiskers and ears swivel towards the distant sound of fighting, another column of fire bursting through a skyscraper reflecting in it's ocean eyes. Without hesitation it acted, opening its maw and breathing out a fine mist to surround itself and it's passengers. Uraume acted as well, muttering under their breath and turning the fine mist into a chillier aura of sleet.
Satisfied with your protections, you gently pet your shikigami's scaly head, giving it permission to fly closer to the destruction in the city. You could see a massive ball of fire - chucks of metal and concrete being sucked in and melting under the intense heat - forming a giant ball suspended in the air. Not made by your Lord - it wasn't his style.
No, you could see him under you, skating backwards over asphalt roads and weaving between cars with a smile on his face as he watched the fireball grow and grow and grow. Your hand came up to clench at your chest, a wobbly smile forming on your pretty lips.
"Oh, Uraume…he's having so much fun!" You coo, your heart seizing in you chest as butterflies erupted in your stomach. It was incredible how similar in appearance his current vessel looked to his original form, right down to the pink hair.
You felt for a moment like you were taken back through history - to a time when he was boyish and sadistic and free. He hadn't had much to offer you in terms of luxury or riches back then - before his lordship - but you had been swept off your feet anyways, drawn to his charm, sickening humor, and independence.
Not much had changed, clearly.
Wani floated above the streets and followed his figure as best it could, slit pupils focusing on both the fire above and the figure below.
"Indeed My Lady. It's wonderful to witness once more." Right as Uraume spoke, your Lord disappeared, his aura flitting between buildings until he appeared once more in a nondescript alleyway that was filled with weaker cursed auras. You directed Wani to float closer, biting your bottom lip in excitement.
The fire above grew, and you saw your Lord's relaxed stature standing among a group of mortals and, oddly enough, a rather impressively made cursed corpse. you couldn't recall ever seeing one with three cores before. They stood frozen, all waiting with baited breath as your Lord spoke.
"I hereby forbid every person in a 100-meter radius from moving until I say 'now'." Lord Sukuna's voice rumbled, steady and even and full of sadistic delight as he spoke. Your eyes fluttered at the sound, your sensitive hearing picking up the individual notes of his voice, something weak and lonely in your heart fluttering to life. It wasn't the same as hearing his laughter in the distance - this was him, raw and unfiltered and perfect. "And of course, I'll kill anyone who violates that rule."
You giggled and kicked your feet with excitement where they rest on Wani's scaled hide. It's been so long since you've seen him like this.
You're so excited it takes you a moment to even register his words.
100 meters?
You look down, gauging the distance to find that you were outside of his set boundary, but only just. So he knew your little group was watching him, even with the special charms to hide traces of you. You aren't surprised, but you do wonder if he knows it's you specifically, and not some unknown party with voyeuristic tendencies.
Well. You'll find out soon enough. This game of cat and mouse won't last much longer.
You hear him laughing once more, the fear from the mortals around him tainting the air as the meteor above grows denser and larger. You want to stay, to watch him more, but a simple tap on your shoulder from Uraume confirms what you already know. Even with water and ice, that ball of flaming debris would certainly still hit.
You heave a pitiful sigh, pouting and unashamed of it, as you nudge Wani to move farther back once more. The dragon complies, the outer edges of the cool barrier surrounding you sizzling and evaporating from the pure heat radiating from the fight. You don't bother watching as the molten ball of debris finally falls, hitting the city street with an impact that sends shock waves through the surrounding buildings. Ones that were already weakened finally crumble and fall, supports meant to last failing, smoke billowing up towards the sky in a thick plume reminiscent of an erupted volcano.
Through it all, you keep your eyes on the vessel of Lord Sukuna.
He's sitting on the remains of the 'meteor', unfazed by the heat still seeping through the debris, taunting the cursed spirit before him. From your safer distance you watch as he stands, summoning his own flames. The fire he creates is different from the cursed spirit's own, a heat just as blazing but somehow more controlled. Regal. As if the fire itself understands the master it serves is no ordinary being.
Your heart flutters as you remember countless cold nights where Sukuna would use those very flames to warm you, lighting a fire before pulling you into his four-armed embrace. Countless times you had fallen asleep like that, cheek pressed against the beating of his heart, knowing that you were the only one to ever have such a privilege.
He truly is gorgeous.
Another building finally gives out and begins to collapse as the cursed spirit's corpse burns, Wani being careful to avoid the flying debris as he lands close to the still form of Sukuna. Uraume jumps off the shikigami's back first, landing with light steps right behind your Lord and taking a kneeling position. You stay back, suddenly nervous.
You want to share in Uraume's eagerness to welcome your Lord husband back, but a sudden burst of anxiety keeps you frozen.
It's been so long…
What if he doesn't care to see you? What if he's grown bored with the memory of you after so many centuries apart? He used to tell you - in that gruff, commanding way he did to hide his affections - to always hold your head high when near him, as his chosen queen should stand knowing your place is by his side…but what if thats changed now?
You clasp your hands in front of you to stop yourself from fidgeting with your robes, an old anxious habit you thought you had broken a lifetime ago. Your shikigami whines and nudges at your hip, encouraging you to step forward, but you keep your feet planted on the burning rubble beneath you.
"Who are you?" Sukuna's voice rings out clearly despite the sound of glass shattering from the collapsing tower nearby. He does not turn to look at either of you, his posture relaxed and unbothered.
"We have come to welcome you, Lord Sukuna." Uraume responds, head tipped forward and eyes closed. That gets the King of Curses attention, as two scarlet eyes look over his shoulder to stare at the kneeling servant at his feet. Intense and focused, before a large grin stretches across his vessel's face, and Sukuna turns.
"Uraume!" Sukuna's voice lightens, something similar to fondness in his tone as he looks upon his charge. You're certain he never expected to see Uraume again, especially not in this day and age, but the surprise is clearly a welcome one. You had also been surprised to see them reborn, especially in a form so similar to their original body centuries ago.
Uraume lets their cool composure crack, just a little, as they look up and smile at your shared Lord.
"It's been a long time." They state, a familiarity and comfort of being near Sukuna bleeding back into their posture. Uraume looks back at you over their shoulder, gesturing with one hand as if presenting you from where they kneel. "And of course, my Lady is here as well."
Sukuna's red gaze moves from them to you, and the change is immediate.
The pupils of all four eyes contract and dilate at a rapid pace, looking your form up and down with a slow drag that sends shivers racing down your spine. Relaxed shoulders tense up, hands leave his pockets to ball into fists at his side. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and your own eyes trace the movement.
The nerves in your chest feel like they're going to make your heart pop, your breathing becoming unsteady. There's so much you want to say, so much you want to do, your mind is overwhelmed with urges on how to act under that intense stare. You open your mouth to speak only for a quiet puff of breath to escape, words stuck in your throat. You blink, lowering your gaze to the burning cracks surrounding your feet as you swallow, trying to compose yourself.
You won't act like a fool in front of him after all this time.
"My Lord husband." You manage to speak, eyelashes fluttering as you bring your gaze back to him. He still stands there, watching you, completely still except for those four eyes taking in every detail of your face. You try to summon your old confidence you had when near him, to address him the same way you did centuries ago, and take a step closer.
"I have missed you, my love." Your voice wavers, a shy smile on your lips that Uraume dutifully looks away from. He's here, he's before you once more, and it's overwhelming. You can't think properly, not with the heavy feel of his cursed energy settling like a comforting blanket over your form, not with the spike of excitement tearing through your core at the feel of his eyes on you.
He takes a step forward.
Then another, and another.
You can feel Wani step back from you in response, lowering his crocodile like head to the ground in submission as Sukuna comes closer. His face doesn't betray his emotions, but you notice small ticks that still give him away even when controlling another's body. The clench of his jaw, the way his nostrils flare as he breathes in your scent, the white of his knuckles as he squeezes his fists tighter before coming to a stop right before you. You watch as one hand raises, fingers coming close to your cheek as if to touch, to cup your face and pull you close. Your breathing stutters, the urge to lean forward and kiss him burning beneath your skin, but right as he's about to touch-
His hand freezes before you.
You don't move, watching as his two larger eyes turn to look at his hand with barely repressed frustration, his smaller eyes still locked onto your face.
"No." He mumbles, a hint of a snarl on his lips. His hand lowers, and you barely bite back the whimper of despair building in the back of your throat at his rejection. You were right - he doesn't want to see you, can't even bring himself to touch you after so many years apart. He grew bored of you, it's your worst fear come to life-
"No, I will not touch what is mine with the pathetic mortal hands of a vessel." He growls, all four eyes locking back onto you. "When I touch you again, wife, it will be with my own hands. Not the ones of this boy."
You visibly shudder, your body excited at the dark tone of his voice as he vows this before you. You can see his frustration turn to glee at the obvious reaction his words alone have on your body, smiling far too wide with more teeth than his vessel should have. He looms over you, eyes blazing a terrifying blood red that glows in the dying light of the fires surrounding you still. Your thighs clench, all too aware once more of how many years you haven't felt his rough touch on your skin.
"You will wait for me. Do you understand, flower?"
You're nodding your head before you even realize it, your hands coming up to press flat against your chest in a vain attempt to calm your pounding heart. Sukuna smirks, sharp canines glinting in the orange glow of the night and his eyes crinkling as they're pushed closed. His vessel's face really is much too small for him, you can't help but wonder how cramped he must feel stuck in another's skin. He leans away from you with an amused huff, his shoulders relaxed once more, hiding how much your presence effects him with practiced ease.
You take a deep, shuddering breath - the intensity of his attention focused solely on you leaving you weak at the knees. Wani moves his head closer to you once more, letting you lean against his scaly hide for support as Sukuna steps back towards Uraume.
You can tell by the sharp tension in his forearms that he's moving away from you to keep his own self control in check.
In that moment, you feel something…unlock. Sukuna notices as well, his head snapping towards the horizon as you feel the familiar energy of a shikigami ritual starting.
"My Lord?" Uraume asks, sensing the change as well.
"Urgent business." Is all he offers in response. "It won't be much longer till I'm free. Do not slack on our preparations." Uraume nods and bows forward once more as Sukuna's eyes drift back to you.
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