the children yearn for more sukunas wife reincarnation!reader x yuji...
Yuji's nights are constantly being invaded by Sukuna's memories instead of his usual, fun dreams! Although, he is realising some similarities between you and the King of Curse's wife...asides from being the same person, that is.
The silence in your shared chambers was thick.
You were pacing—a very pregnant, very wobbly pacing that was less threatening and more heartwarming than anything else.
And he had the gall to just sit there, purposefully forcing his face into a bored frown as he stared up at you.
"So," You finally said, stopping to glare at him with as much fury as you could muster, "Let me get this right. You—The Disgraced One, The King Of Curses, The Imaginary Demon, The Big Bad Boogeyman—are making a binding vow with Kenjaku. The walking, talking idiot with a fetish for patchwork bodies, and then you expect me to be okay with it?"
Sukuna didn't even look up from examining his nails, "He's a useful idiot."
"Oh, really?" You snapped, placing your hands on your belly, "Well, he's your idiot now, apparently! What next? Are you going to start a book club with a Gojo? Or, now hear me out on this one, maybe take up gardening with one of the Kamos?"
A muscle twitched in Sukuna's jaw at your taunting, "You're being hysterical."
"I'm pregnant with the spawn of the man who is feared by the whole of Jujutsu Society, Ryo! I have earned the right to act hysterical whenever I want!" You gestured wildly, "You're going to leave me– leave us, just to go mess around with the one being in the world who I sometimes suspect is crazier than you!"
He finally looked up at you, all four eyes narrowed, "It's not a matter of choice. The sorcerers coming for me–"
"–are what? They're what exactly? You can face down armies and wipe out entire villages, but a few weak sorcerers have you running for the hills with your tail between your legs?"
"They will target you," He said, his voice low and dangerous, "They would use you to get to me. The both of you."
"So instead of, I don't know, dismembering them like you do to every other guy, you're going to...die? Like a quitter?"
Sukuna finally stood, and even with your current temper, you had to admit that the man had a strangely alluring presence.
"You think I want this?" He growled, "You think I enjoy leaving you alone at your most vulnerable?"
"I think you're just being a coward!" You shouted, poking at his firm chest, "The Great Ryomen Sukuna, reduced to making silly gambles because he's a wittle scwared of a few sorcerers that probably still think the earth is triangular and that sleeping whilst facing north will bring them bad luck!"
"I am just protecting you!" He shouts exasperated.
"'By abandoning us? You think that's some sort of protection? That is such a cop-out!" You stamp your foot on the floor like a frustrated bunny, "This is the sort of spineless nonsense I expect from some young sorcerer, not you!"
"Oh, wow," He laughs weakly, running two hands down his face, "You are pushing your luck, woman."
"Oh? Me? I'm pushing my luck? I'm finally carrying our child and you think it's okay to just tell me you have to leave oh-so quickly for my oh-so weak, nimble, little self's protection?" You ask mockingly, hands waving in the air, "I've earnt the right to push whatever luck I want!"
For a moment, you're convinced he's finally going to lose his temper. But instead, he just sighed. A long, put-upon sound that suggested he was regretting every life choice that had led him to this exact moment. With the sole exception of marrying you, of course.
"Stop it," He muttered, no fight in him, "Just stop it."
"Make me," You sniffled, the anger finally dissolving into the sadness it always was, "You're leaving us despite being strong enough to protect us yourself. I thought...I thought I meant more to you than that."
Sukunas face softened almost immediately.
He closed the distance between you in two strides, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his chest. You resisted for about three seconds before melting into him, sobbing into his robes.
"I love you," He murmured against your hair, his voice low and strained, "And I love this child. That is why I merely cannot fathom endangering you like this."
"Then fight," You cried, your voice muffled against his chest, "Nothings ever stopped you before."
He held you tighter, leaning down to rest his face into your hair, "I love you too much to even fathom any of the risks that will come because of it."
Yuji shot upright the second he woke up, hands clutching at his chest as he attempted to even out his breathing. The sheets were tangled around his legs like some sort of polyester octopus and his heart was hammering against his chest like a woodpecker.
He blinked, an image of you grown with your hands protectively cradling your swollen belly flashing behind his eyes.
Gross. So, so, sooooo gross.
Not because of the actual pregnancy or anything! Pregnancy is beautiful and should be celebrated and yada yada yada.
It was gross because it was his baby. That dumb Sukuna. It's so unfair how he of all people got the life Yuji's been imagining since the second he laid his eyes on you!
Awh man, the more he imagines it, the more he realises how the two of you would have the cutest children. Hopefully, they all look just like you so he can have an army of the prettiest people in all of Japan.
Although, he sort of needs to ask you out for that first is the primary issue...and the two of you also have to be like, a good adult age...but he can wait! He's patient enough!
But despite all of that, it wasn't even seeing you all pregnant and glowing that freaked him out the most. It was all Sukuna that was making his stomach churn.
He wasn't the arrogant, bloodthirsty monster he knew in that scene. There was not even a glimpse of that condescending voice constantly circling his head and making fun of him every chance he is given.
It was a tired Sukuna that held his wife like it was the end of the world while murmuring words of love and affirmations with a voice that sounded...at peace. Genuinely zen.
This was the third time this week. Third! Every night this week he's had some random flashes of Sukuna's life playing like a broken movie reel stuck inside his skull. He'd seen glimpses of battle, of disgustingly disturbing feasts, of a time when Japan seemed to be painted in fire, blood, and anguish (though maybe that was just Sukuna's personal version of Japan). But this was different to all of that. This was purely domestic—so intimate that it was actually unsettling given who was donating his probably very few moments of vulnerability.
"The guy's a total softy," Yuji muttered to the empty room, is voice muffled by his own arm, "Are you awake? Because I want you to know that I am now well aware that your whole 'King of Curses' facade is fake and has totally been broken, now. You were practically whimpering in her arms."
There's a few moments of silence before Yuji lets out an audible sigh relief. Thank fuck he wasn't awake to hear that.
Yuji skidded to a halt from where you were sat in the common room, nearly wiping himself out on the freshly waxed floor. He braced his hands on his knees, keeled over and panting like he'd just ran a marathon. Where could he have possibly just ran from?
"Dude," He wheezed, looking up at you with those big eyes that could probably convince a nun to sin, "You will not believe the day I'm gonna have."
You didn't even look up from the manga you were reading, "Did you find a limited edition Human Earthworm figurine and spend some of Gojo's money on it and now you have to hide from him so that Gojo can't tell whine at you for buying another one of those disgusting figures?"
Yuji's face lit up for a second, "Whoa. I wish, that'd be so good! It's even better, well, actually, it's even worse, but I have a mission."
You finally lowered your book, tilting your head as you looked up at him, "You do that everyday? What's so special about this? That's like being excited you're gonna make coffee as a barista."
"This one's different!" He insisted, plopping down onto the sofa beside you with a thud that made the old frame groan in protest, "It's a solo mission with a special grade."
The air in the room suddenly felt a bit thicker as his words echoed around your brain, "They're sending you on a solo mission for a special grade?"
"Mhm!" He leaned in, "This curse is super weird. It's like a perception filter curse or something. It creates this whole area where it can sniff out cursed energy. And since anyone with large amounts, like Gojo, or maybe even you, would set off its alarms from like, miles away, they'd be eaten before they even got close to the barrier."
You were already shaking your head, an unwelcome knot of anxiety tightening in your gut, "So they're sending you alone because you're the most expandable. Got it."
"What? No! Not at all," He looked genuinely horrified by the suggestion, "I'm basically the only one who can do it because of my cursed energy being all jumbled up with Sukuna's. They seem to cancel eachother out or something, so I'm the only one on demand that actually can do the mission."
A short, sharp laugh escaped you, "So? It's a special grade curse, can't they wait for a couple more hours until a high-ranking sorcerer or two are available?"
He deflated a little, his shoulders slumping, "Well...yeah. But I should be fine! I've totally handled worse."
"Why can't an adult just do it?" The question came out clipped and way more emotional than you had wanted it to.
Yuji blinked, his brain clearly buffering, "Er...I dunno. But it's fine! I'm a sorcerer, I'm made for this."
"But why is it always you?" You insist, "Why do they keep sending you into these, these dumb life-or-death situations like you're just disposable?"
"I...dunno?" He managed, looking utterly lost, "It's just how the missions are assigned? Gojo gets the letter and then he grabs whoever he's been told to send?"
You force a smile, waving a hand dismissively, "Wow, okay! No sense of urgency, huh? Just another Thursday for Yuji, strolling into another possible death trap just to exorcise some curses. Gotta catch 'em all, I guess."
Yuji wasnt laughing at your dumb reference, he wasn't even smiling like he usually does when he's with you. He was just staring at you, his usual expression completely swiped by something quiet and unnervingly perceptive. He saw right through your attempt at sarcasm, and all he could focus on was the way your hands were trembling in your lap.
And in that moment, watching you try to hide the fact you're absolutely terrified for him, his dream from the night before came flooding back to him.
In his head, you were two separate entities. Gojo had explained further in-depth how miraculously the higher-ups had managed to recover some of Sukuna's wife's DNA in one of the (apparently) many shrines he had devoted for her.
For whatever reason, Sukuna had around a handful of her (your?) hair in a satchel underneath a intricately detailed painting, surrounded by other 'offerings' such as jewellery and shells. By using that they managed to accidently uncover a child who had both her historically recorded cursed technique, as well as (from the resources available) an exact DNA match. It's weird how that kinda thing works.
It is confusing, though. They only wanted you in case Sukuna ever finally reanimated and you would be viable for calming him. And Gojo explained how all the higher-ups did was offer your parents some money and a few threats and they caved. What sort of parent just does that? And why do you have no questions about it? We're you too young to even remember your parents? He needs to do some more scavenging on that.
Another thing he's confused about is why you can't know anything about it. He gets that there may be a chance of you suddenly regaining a bunch of memories and stuff, but Gojo said you weren't even from the same family tree as her. It's just pure coincidence, so surely there would be no chance of uncovering any sort of memories. He hates hates hates lying to one of his best friends, especially about something like that.
But, y'know, it's quite confusing so he just tries to push it to the back of his mind.
He's also confused why you were put under Gojo's care of all people and what kind of excuse you got told for having no childhood memories–
Again, he tries to leave it alone. So confusing.
"Hey," Yuji muttered, voice softer now as he shifted closer so you were shoulder to shoulder, one hand on your thigh, "I'll be alright. I'm not going to let anything happen, I promise."
He gave your thigh a little squeeze, his eyes fixed on yours with a certain intensity you hadn't received from him before, "I'll come back."
You huff, resting your head on his shoulder, "You better."
The ground was cold and damp as you sprawled out artfully admist the wreckage of some forgotten skirmish, one leg bent at an angle as the other was stretched out. Your hand was pressed firmly to your side, right over the oh-so life-ending wound that was, in reality, just some pig's blood Uraume had retrieved earlier.
Your breaths were coming in these pathetic, hitching little sobs. And then, like an answer to your (entirely fabricated) prayers, you finally heard it—the crunch of boots on gravel. The measured, confident steps of someone who knew that they were strong.
A shadow fell over you, and you risked a peak through your tear-clogged lashes. He was tall, his dark robes immaculately clean despite the surrounding filth, and his sharp face seemed to soften as he caught sight of you.
"You're injured," He stated, his voice smooth, "Let me help you."
You let out a truly amazing pained moan, letting your head lul to the side, "Please," You rasped, channeling every dramatic damsel you remember from different theatre performances, "The man– it was like he had some sort of abilities. He didn't even touch me and yet– ow."
He crouched down, and you could feel the faint, sterile warmth of his Reversed Cursed Technique beginning to emanate from his hands, "You're not a Sorcerer? What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone a little softer, "Oh, ignore me. That must make no sense to you. I am nothing else but...a magician, you could say. The good kind who helps people."
As his glowing fingers descended upon your faux wound, you felt a giddy, triumphant surge bubble up in your chest.
"Oh, may Okuninushi bless you. What a kind soul," You sighed. Even though his healing wasn't, well, healing, it still always feels nice to have Reverse Cursed Technique surged through your body. It's like a massage of sorts.
The sorcerer's brain seemed to short-circuit as he recognised the complete lack of wound underneath all of the blood. His healing technique immediately flickered and died as he stumbled back an inch.
He didn't get to finish his sentence before a sickening schlik sound, like a knife through warm butter, was followed by a series of wet, heavy thuds.
The sorcerer's body, which had been wholly intact just a second ago, was now a collection of neatly separated rectangles falling to the mud around you like some grotesque, abstract art piece. Some of the blood sprayed from his body and decorated your face with warm, festive freckles.
You sat up, completely unbothered, and daintly wiped a droplet of blood from your cheek with your thumb, "Ta-da!" You chirped as you spun towards a nearby tree.
Sukuna suddenly jumped down, striding over to you with a wide grin—most probably on both lips—and instead of going to the meat, he grabbed you by the front of your kimono, hauling you to your feet and crashing his lips against yours.
"You," He gasped as you parted, "Are a beautiful little minx."
You preened under the praise, leaning up against his chest, "I told you the damsel-in-distress bit would work to lower the guard of the high and mighty types. They just can't resist a chance to play the hero."
Sukuna chuckled as he turned his gaze to the neatly butchered remains, "You did very well, my conniving little lady. Very well."
He scooped up a particularly prime-looking cut of the sorcerer's bicep and held it out to you like a child offering his crush a flower, "Do you want the first bite?"
You'd somehow managed to drag Yuji away from his usual (forced) routine of nearly dying, training, and then nearly dying again, and had also managed to convince Yaga to give everyone the Saturday off from training to do whatever you wanted—to which you and Yuji chose to explore an area of Tokyo neither of you had ever been to before.
"I still can't believe they sent you alone against that special grade," You continued to grumble, dodging a woman with approximately fifty shopping bags, "It's like the higher-ups have a death wish for you or something. Do they just draw straws to see who gets to choose your next near-death situation?"
Yuji just shrugged all casual-like with his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he attempted to appear nonchalant, "Worked out fine though, didn't it? I'm still here in one piece," He shot you that stupidly adorable grin, "Plus, I got to see you worry about me."
You rolled your eyes, "Don't you go getting cocky. I was genuinely terrified."
As you continued walking through the labyrinth of shops and cafes, Yuji's brain was focused on something else entirely.
He'd finally thought he'd escaped the dream cycle when Thursday night was completely normal. There was absolutely zero Sukuna-related tomfoolery. Not one cameo as he dreamed about pink fluffy unicorns (or something like that, he can't really remember what his dream was that night).
But then last night—bam. Back in Sukuna's memories again, front row seats to the graphic horror show that was his life.
The way you had managed to fool that guy with a whole damsel-in-distress act for Sukuna to finish up the job, though? He's not gonna lie...it was kind of cool. As much as he hates to admit it given what happened to that guy.
At least this version of you isn't crazy.
Like right now, you were just doing a little happy dance about finding a donut stand with your favourite flavour.
Yeah, you were totally sane. You're literally the last person he expects to go crazy. He bets that if anyone from your school were to go psycho, Fushiguro would be the first to go coo-coo.
You suddenly stopped in front of a small museum, finally catching his attention, "Ooh, lets go in! I saw a video about this place, its got artifacts from each period of Japan."
As you approached, the blondie at the entrance, who looked totally bored, held up a hand, "Sorry, we've closed early today. Private event and all that jazz."
Your face fell so dramatically it made Yuji want to cry, "But its only two. That sign says you shut at five."
"Rules are rules," The guard sighed with a shrug, "Don't wanna get fired."
You stepped closer to the guard, your face extra pouty and teary as you looked up at him, "I get it and all...but its my nan's birthday today, and a few years ago she had to sell her mother's necklace to this museum to pay for surgery since it's an expensive family heirloom that goes waaaaaaay back. It would mean the world to all of my family if I could get one last photo of it all dazzled up. She's...not doing well, y'know? This might be her last birthday and I'd love to do this for her."
The guard's stern expression softened immediately, his own eyes swelling with tears as you told your tragic story, "Well...I suppose going in for ten minutes wouldn't hurt no one. If anyone asks who let you slip through, tell them the guards name tag said Sasuke, okay?"
As you flashed him a grateful smile that could have melted Antartica and tugged Yuji inside, he couldn't help but realise that maybe you were more similar to the other you than he thought.
Should he be impressed? A bit freaked out? Since when we're you so good at tricking people like that? Is it a genetic thing or what?
"That story was like, fake, right?" Yuji whispered as you wandered through exhibits.
You laughed, not an ounce of guilt on your face, "As far as I'm aware. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do—like in Descendants. I just reaaallly wanted to come in here."
Yuji shook his head despite smiling like an idiot, "I'm sure you could convince Gojo to give up his sweets in a second. Which you totally should do, by the way."
"Ooh," You nodded in agreement as you examined an ancient sword display from different eras throughout Japan.
But Yuji couldn't focus. He found his thoughts spiralling again as the two of you continued to walk around the mainly empty building.
He can't really remember much of his parents asides from a few things here and there. His mum was beautiful, he knew that much. And his grandpa always told him he was almost a perfect mix between his parents. Although his hair was primarily pink, his roots were somehow always black (how that works he has no idea). Plus he's got the perfect ratio of both of their features as far as he can tell from that one photo he has of the two of them on their wedding day—his mother's eyes, his father's nose and a mix of their lips.
But that isn't why hes so focused on what his parents look like right now. It's because Sukuna looks suspiciously identical to his dad. Like, almost uncanny. If you slapped some glasses on him and trimmed his hair, he's just a buff and deformed version of his dad. Although half of his face is a bit hidden by...whatever it is on his face, he can still tell by the semi-normal part.
"Hello?" You waved a hand in front of his face as you finally managed to pull him from his thoughts, "What's up? You've been quiet for five whole minutes. That's probably a new record for you."
"Just thinking," He shrugged, attempting to sound casual, "About...stuff."
"Wow, deep thoughts for a Saturday afternoon," You teased, poking him in the side, "Wanna share with the class?"
Yuji hesitated, his brain doing backflips as he thought about how to explain the dreams in a safe, non-exposing way without sounding like he'd completely lost it and potentially spilling the secrets about you...to you. Such a weird mentality he's been forced to adapt.
"Just wondering about the past since we're here, y'know? How things were back then."
Smooth. Indescribably smooth.
You seemed to accept this explanation, turning back to a new display he hadn't even realised the two of you had walked over to with renewed interest.
"It is cool to think people used all of this stuff before eventually losing it. Like, some little girl was probably using this comb in her home—and maybe her home is even where our coffee shop is."
Yuji nodded, but his mind, yet again, was miles away. If only you knew, he thought as he watched you admire the ancient artifacts.
"You wanna get ice cream after this?" You asked, suddenly turning to him with that bright smile that made him forget his own name sometimes, "Gojo's treat."
Yuji grinned, the dreams momentarily switched to ones of ice cream and cones, "You better not judge me if I pick anything too weird for your tastes."
"Deal," You agreed, linking your arm through his, "But if you get dubai chocolate ice cream, we're officially breaking up."
"We're not even together!" He laughed.
Awh man, you're not even together. Hopefully that'll change soon once he gains the balls and finally asks you out. Preferably before the next special grade curse attempts to eat him. So the more he thinks about it, he realises he doesn't actually have as much time as he'd like to to prepare.
@zlinguss (ik it was forever ago but u asked to me tagged if i wrote more, soz if you didn't want to be)
a/n : took almost 3 months for another part but its fiine, plus i have so much to say rn. first, sorry for the random lore drop but in my head all of my readers are ocs with their own unique lore and i literally need to add. two, ik sukuna is yuji's grandpas twin brother but i prefer it being jin bc i just sort of like it more. trois this was meant to be longer but as you can obviously tell i can't write long fics for shit and thats why this is so bad and choppy and bad and bad. lowkirkuinely if i was any sort of video i'd be those tiktok videos where they're a 5 minute story split into 10 parts. also sorry if it's confusing! and bad! and just bad!
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