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konpeitochodai · 1 month

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ˚ೀ⋆｡˚ ྀི 伏黒恵

caught in the midst of realization…

under the cascading cherry blossoms, fushiguro megumi found himself inexplicably drawn to the center of this floral universe where you stood, a serene figure amidst the storm of petals. the world seemed to quiet, save for the distant strumming of guitars that wove through the air like a lover's whisper.

as the blossoms danced around you, each one seemed to glow like a star caught in the gentle grasp of the earth's atmosphere, and megumi, with his gaze fixed upon you, felt a lightness that bewildered him. he moved with an uncharacteristic clumsiness, a testament to the turmoil within, bumping into the very fabric of the world as if he, too, were a petal caught in the spring's embrace.

each time his eyes met yours, his heart stumbled, tender and exposed. the things he did around you astounded him, for they betrayed a vulnerability he seldom showed. in your presence, megumi was stripped of his guarded composure, feeling himself aloft on the wings of newfound affection, soaring and tumbling like someone irrevocably, undeniably in love. as the cherry blossoms continued their silent waltz to the earth, a subtle shift in the air heralded his approach. megumi, with each measured step, drew closer to where you stood, a lone figure amongst the flurry of pink. your eyes lifted to meet his advance, and in that moment, the world seemed to pause, the distant guitars fading into a hushed reverence.

"fushiguro?" you called out, and the sound of his name from your lips cascaded over him like the sweetest melody, settling upon his ears with a warmth that colored his cheeks. the way you uttered his name, with such an effortless affection, unraveled the composure he so meticulously maintained.

he halted before you, the space between you charged with an electric current that pulsed with the life of the blossoms around. megumi felt the undeniable pull of your gravitational force, a gentle but insistent tug at the walls he had built. and there, under the shower of cherry blossoms, he surrendered, allowing himself to be drawn into the orbit of your presence, his heart conceding to the tender gravity of love.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ inspired by like someone in love by bjork ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⤙ ภ ꒱ྀིა

日本で桜がやっと咲いたね！

春の始まりを記念して、

ちょっとした小説を書きたいな〜૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა

with the cherry blossoms in bloom, spring has finally arrived⭐︎⭐︎！

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡まりこからやで〜#i love megumi #伏黒恵 #伏黒 #呪術廻戦 #伏黒と一緒 #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #anime #manga #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi #fushiguro megumi

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𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒: 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 両面宿儺

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ a potential series; sukuna x f! reader (tw (?): mentions of illness and violence) ; 1.3k words unedited; masterlist

in the tapestry of history, the heian period was a brushstroke of opulence amidst the canvas of japan’s past, a time when the court was a chalice of culture, brimming with the nectar of artistry and poise. the air was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms, and the rustle of silken robes was the music of the day as nobles engaged in the delicate dance of courtly life.

you, a bloom in the illustrious garden of nobility, were the quintessence of heian splendor. your family, a lineage as old as the cedars that lined the path to the imperial city, was revered, and you, their sole daughter and heiress, were the embodiment of their grace and honor.

yet, whimsy often has a shadow, and yours was a malaise that draped over your vitality like a silk veil over a lantern's glow. illness had visited you, an uninvited guest whispering tales of fragility through the corridors of your being. your days, once filled with the laughter of courtiers and the whisper of brush on paper, now passed in a quieter cadence, punctuated by the careful ministrations of healers and the hushed prayers of your kin.

in this realm where the fantastic and the corporeal waltzed in a slow, intricate rhythm, your path was as unforeseen as the flight of a dragonfly over a moonlit pond.

as dawn's light surrendered to dusk, a calamity unfurled its cruel wings over the village that cradled your noble house. Whispers of smoke curled into the sky, a prelude to the inferno that would soon engulf the homes and hearts of your people. the flames, like ravenous beasts, devoured the tranquility of your sanctuary, reducing dreams and legacies to embers and ashes.

in the sanctity of your chamber, illness had rendered you as immobile as a painting, a silent observer to the chaos that raged beyond the shoji screens. the urgency of evacuation stirred the air, yet it seemed fate had woven a different thread for you. your attendants, faces taut with fear, fled for their lives, leaving you adrift in a sea of solitude, your life's flame flickering in the oppressive heat.

it was in this haze of despair and fever that a figure emerged, a towering silhouette against the backdrop of destruction. his presence was as enigmatic as the moon's path through a cloud-strewn sky. though your vision swam with the dance of your malady, you perceived the strength in his stance, the aura of power that clung to him like a shadow. this figure, a stranger amidst the chaos, stood as the only clarity in the blur of your world on fire.

his motives unreadable, his origins a mystery, he was the unknown variable in the equation of your fate, the last sight your weary eyes held onto as consciousness slipped from your grasp like the final petal of a season's last blossom.

in the thickening smoke, your voice, hoarse and weak, mustered the strength to speak through the veil of suffering, "end this... please, let this be my final reprieve." but the command, even in its plea, was met with a cold indifference from the towering figure. a command, no matter how faint, seemed to stir a distaste within him, a rebellion against the very notion of being ordered.

as the fire's light danced in his eyes, a revelation pierced the haze. he noticed the presence of a large curse spirit, its form twisted and malevolent, clinging to you with a parasitic zeal. this entity, unseen by the fleeing villagers, was a specter of malice, feeding off your life force, exacerbating your plight amidst the chaos.

his gaze, now fixed upon the curse that besieged you, revealed a new layer of complexity to the unfolding drama.

the curse spirit, drawn to the cursed energy that seeped from you, began to feed, siphoning your essence as you lay unconscious, lost to the world. and thus, a relentless battle ensued, a clash of wills and power. the figure, whom the flames seemed to bow before, engaged the spirit in a fierce conflict, each strike resonating with the intent to annihilate. the dance of their combat was as ferocious as the fire that consumed the village, a testament to the fury and the might that these beings wielded.

the battle that unfolded was a spectacle of raw, unbridled power, confined to the space where only the strongest curses dared to tread. sukuna, revered and feared as the disgraced one, found himself in an unusual predicament. he had only allowed a fraction of his immense power to surface, a sliver of his true capabilities, confident in his supremacy over any adversary.

yet, the cursed spirit that emerged from your body was no ordinary foe. it was a force to be reckoned with, its strength seemingly bolstered by the cursed energy it leached from your unconscious form. each exchange between sukuna and the spirit was a maelstrom of violence, a testament to the spirit's unexpected might. sukuna’s blows, usually decisive and fatal, were met with a resilience that bordered on the implausible.

as the fight raged on, sukuna couldn't help but entertain a thought, a morbid curiosity that gnawed at his pride. if you, whose body seemed so fragile and unassuming, were to perish, what magnitude of cursed energy would be unleashed? the spirit's tenacity hinted at a latent power within you, a reservoir of cursed energy that belied your outward frailty.

sukuna, engaged in this fierce struggle, found himself pushed to exert more of his power, to tap into deeper wells of his curse, not out of necessity, but to satisfy his own growing intrigue. what secrets did your weak body hold? what potential did it mask? these questions fueled his ferocity, driving him to dominate the spirit that dared challenge him, all while pondering the enigma of the cursed energy that lay dormant within you.

sukuna, in the midst of the battle with the malevolent spirit, decided it was time to end the charade. he unleashed a devastating increase in his power, amplifying it by a quarter, which sent shockwaves through the battleground. The spirit, previously feasting on your energy, stood no chance against such a formidable force.

the air itself seemed to shudder under the weight of his might, and the spirit that had been leeching off your energy recoiled, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught.

sukuna’s intentions were clear; he was poised to end not just the battle but also your life, to absorb the unique cursed power that had piqued his interest. as his hand reached out, the world seemed to stand still, the finality of the moment hanging heavy in the atmosphere.

but then, a flicker of change swept through Sukuna's domain. his senses, sharp as ever, picked up the approach of a multitude of sorcerers, their combined presence enough to cause even the disgraced one to take pause. It wasn't fear that stayed his hand, but rather a recognition of the opportunity that lay before him. the thrill of the chase, appealed to him the most.

with a swift decision, sukuna altered his plan. rather than dispatching you and facing the incoming sorcerers, he chose to whisk you away, making an escape not out of necessity but as a deliberate act to fuel the narrative he reveled in. the chase would continue, and you, now an integral part of this high-stakes game, unknowingly was now caught in the eye of a storm, a valuable piece in sukuna’s grand design, as he led you both into the unknown…

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ hello !!! this is my first ever attempt at the prologue of a series !! but i’m sort of unsure if this is interesting enough to keep going lol…i enjoyed writing it but idk i like writing drabbles and such and would like to receive requests !!! maybe i should’ve put that into a formal post lol lol. but yeah, i hope you enjoyed and let me know if i should continue this series

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡まりこからやで〜#𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒: 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 #呪術廻戦 #両面宿儺 #宿儺 #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #heian sukuna

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konpeitochodai · 23 days

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𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒: 一 | 鵺 | 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 両面宿儺

肩の向こうにあなた・・・山が燃える

paring/s; ryomen sukuna x fem! reader

genre; josei; heian period, historical romance

word count: 2.3k; unedited

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tags: @shogunish @unnisumi

the sound of heavy footsteps creak against wooden flooring. as the shoji door creaks, a palpable shift permeates the air as sukuna steps through its entrance. a thrumming pulse, akin to the rhythm of a heartbeat, resonates through the atmosphere, sending ripples across the space. the sound of a bird's cry, raw and dissonant, pierces the silence—distorting the room before him.

the walls begin to warp as if reality itself bends. the very structure seems to breathe, expanding and contracting with the pulsating energy that now dominates the air.

reality seems to fracture, each piece a mirror to a splintering dimension. with the sound of your body creating a thud on the floor, the sound echoes catalyzing the disintegration. the room is suddenly engulfed in cursed energy, so potent it seems to dissolve its very walls.

the surroundings begin to rise and reform, the mundane giving way to the grandeur of a noble estate, adorned with the proud insignia of a northern clan. with timber frameworks and sliding panels—the shoji repaired, no longer barring holes.

as the transformation settles, it appears the cursed energy has been purged, leaving behind the serene opulence of the mansion. yet, the truth dawns on him; the cursed energy has not vanished but is now omnipresent, so fully integrated into the estate that it creates an illusion of purity—yet it’s brimming with it.

taking in the vastness of the estate, he recognizes it, as it was a place he became familiar with recently. yet, as his gaze shifts downward, there's a stark dissonance. your eyes, wide and filled with a certain terror, betray no recognition of the recent events, as though you've been abruptly displaced in time and space.

your hands are clenched tightly, the delicate crimson silk fabrics of your junihitoe crumpled in your grasp.

in this moment of confusion and surreal stillness, your voice cuts through, soft yet trembles, "who are you?"

"have you forgotten?" he begins, lowering himself to your eye level. the shrill cry of a bird pierces the air once more, its unsettling sound echoing around you. "nue?" he utters in disgust of the name.

"nue?" you repeat, the word feeling strange on your tongue.

in an instant, the world around you shifts, alternating between his grand estate and your own surroundings. the flickering back and forth between the two places creates a disorienting sensation, as if reality itself is being toyed with by unseen forces. the nue's presence, he speaks of, seems to hold the key to this perplexing dance between two realms.

his words hang in the air, a heavy accusation that doesn't quite fit together in your mind. a nue? you weren’t a nue. you couldn’t fathom why you were being accused as one—had this man been to disillusioned by folklore? although, upon further inspection, you were more perplexed by his appearance, one you tried to overlook. but the question still floods your head; had he been the conjoined twins overthrown by the yamato clan? however, he moved as if he were only one being, not two, his actions guided by a solitary conscience. but as you reel from the confusion, trying to piece together a response, his hands moves swiftly towards your face, the impact of his palms stark and jarring.

in that moment, reality splinters. you’re left with a split image—something that through untrained eyes one would think that this was a mere nightmare. within the feverish haze that clouds your senses, elongated figures creep around you in the confines of your room. they move eerily, making you come to the realization that each of your limbs were being constrained.

and there, amidst the memory, is the nue, its body a ravaged carcass. they bring it to you, insistently, as if in offering.

the putrid taste and smell floods your senses, as the feeling of its feathers brushed against your tongue, and its bones gazed against your esophagus. tears welled up in your eyes as you flail your body around in their grasp—but your efforts are fruitless as the figures continue to force its gelatinous body down your throat. the substance of the curse invading your being, threatening to corrupt your core.

but as quickly as it began, the vision dissipates, leaving you gasping back into reality. your surroundings have transformed; the mansion is marred with jagged cuts across the walls, almost like a broken mirror. the man who had struck you now looms above, looking down at you with a damning expression.

"you’re one nasty curse,” he spat.

as he pieced together the puzzle, the eerie illusion of your estate began to make sense to him. the discordant cries of the birds, once out of place, now formed a sinister chorus that underscored the truth of the situation. his suspicions only solidified as he roamed around the halls of your original estate, where a violent encounter with one of your attendants led to an unexpected revelation. rather than falling lifelessly, the attendant exploded, engulfing the estate in flames—a clear sign of a nue's curse.

the northern [surname] clan, was once prominent in nagaoka, had been consumed by the nue's deception, its members replaced by illusions. initially, he assumed that you, the clan's heiress, was also a manifestation of the nue. but when the accusation left his lips, when he expected the facade to crumble and reveal the creature lurking beneath, nothing changed. your form remained unscathed by the suspicion that sought to unravel your existence.

fear was indeed there, evident in your eyes, but it did not dominate your features. instead, there was a serene beauty to your visage, one that made him understand why suitors from across japan traveled to be graced by your presence.

"i ate one," you confessed, the sound barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to reverberate through the silence with the force of a scream. "there’s one in me."

you break eye contact with him, as you utter once more, "i ate one..."

he raises an eyebrow to this sudden confession..

in the next breath, the illusion that once defined your mansion dissipates like mist. the world around you ignites with an intensity of color that's almost blinding. patterns swirl through the air, intricate and wild, mirroring the ones on your outer hitoe as they flutter weightlessly around you, as if caught in a silent tempest.

chrysanthemum blossoms begin to dance in the newfound space, their petals flowing in streams that weave through the air. they twirl and multiply, creating a living tapestry that moves with a life of its own, transforming the once-still mansion into a dynamic sea of color and motion.

the more you question the fabric of your existence, the more the world around you warps. with each thought of your attendants, their forms begin to take shape in this distorted realm, cursed spirits born of your memories and fears.

as each attendant solidifies, you were sure that these were your attendants, that each of them had been real. but before you can reach out, before you can grasp any semblance of the life you thought you knew, sukuna acts. with a casual flick of his power, he eradicates their forms, and you watch in horror as they burst, not just falling but exploding into nonexistence.

your eyes are widen in shock, the images seared into your mind. the life you lived, was it ever real? were you ever sick? where is your family in all this? who, indeed, has cursed you, and for what purpose? why did you eat a nue? who did this? but why? why you? the questions spiral, each one tearing a little more at the edges of the world you thought you knew.

a hint of merriment dances around in his gaze, realizing that the heiress of the northern [surname] clan may not even realize her own heritage—amused with how you were unaware that you bare these innate abilities.

“you were the only one in that mansion,” his voice reverberated against the walls, each syllable heavy with a mocking assurance, “except you and those pathetic men whom you killed some while ago, the ones who served you, unaware of their own deaths.”

he breaks you out of your trance. confusion being the only thing you’re familiar with, wondering what he was referring to—the men you killed? ‘the men’ several, that ‘you killed’’ repeats in your mind.

the chrysanthemum blossoms begin to wilt, as the images come flooding your vision.

images of those men, manifest themselves into shadowed figures before you—unable to tell which direction they were facing. they all bared resemblance to nobles, the silhouettes of their sokutai being the only thing you recognized. you watch as they gather around a distorted figure of yourself—her smile malicious, contrasting the garments she wore.

crimson spreads throughout these shadowed figures, as you watch your chest stretches and configures into spikes of skin piercing out as the nue attempts to merge with your very essence, you witness a chaotic burst of curse energy, as if your soul had tried to reject it out of your body.

this power, raw and untamed, spills forth uncontrollably, its wrath consuming the men in its path. as they fall before you, their forms grotesquely twist into those of your trusted attendants—leaving you petrified with horror.

sukuna finds himself absolutely enthralled by the idea of you. the notion that someone could be so audacious, so seemingly foolish, to attract his attention is intriguing to him. he wonders if this trait runs in the [surname] clan or if you are an outlier. the apparent eradication of the clan leaves many questions unanswered, but your actions have piqued his interest.

as he gazes upon your frightened expression, a rare moment of contemplation washes over him. he finds himself pondering the peculiar sensation that has taken hold, wondering if this enthrallment—this intense fascination—could be akin to what people call love at first sight. something so foreign to him, yet your presence has stirred something within him, a curiosity that goes beyond mere interest.

he contemplates the idea of your self-inflicted amnesia, pondering whether it's a mere temporary blindness or if the deluge of past memories has already begun to seep through the cracks of your mind.

“are you going to kill me?" your voice slips through, as he carefully calculates his next move. the raw emotion on your face, so at odds with the latent strength of the power you've inherited, only serves to deepen his intrigue.

"please kill me," you implore, almost resembling your first encounter.

however, it would be such a waste to end your life here, and now. if you couldn’t understand your powers, and utilize them while being conscious—there would be no point in killing you for your cursed technique.

a technique that had the ability to not fool only a village, but an entire nation—even himself into believing the [surname] clan was still alive. that its heiress to its vast lands and nobility, had fallen ill was seeking suitors.

how the infamous tales of the heiress captured the attention of many japanese nobles—challenging them to see if they could win the heart of an heiress who was rather picky in her choice of men. an heiress who’s rejection led suitors to vanish in complete air—embarrassed, hiding themselves from society after being rejected in her court.

how in actuality, it was her who had killed all these men.

how could he kill you now?

on that fateful night, as the flames consumed the original [surname] mansion, the truth was laid bare. the illusion was shattered, revealing the depth of your deception. even if it was unbeknownst to you, for such a beauty to possess such wit, and for such a beauty to see him in a light no one else did, there was no way he was going to kill you—not when your very existence had become a curiosity too intriguing to snuff out.

"i won't," he speaks, his voice a velvety whisper that seems almost kind, yet you can't shake the feeling of dread that clings to his every syllable. you’re trembling, not just from the fear of the man in front of you but also from the fear of the person you're becoming under his gaze. yet, you can't look away; you can't stop listening to him.

with each word he utters, the reality you meticulously crafted for yourself begins to crumble. you’re unaware of how deeply your heart has started to trust him against your better judgment. but he sees it, clear as day, and that knowledge only broadens his malicious smirk.

"believe me, i could never bring such a fate to someone as... precious as you," he says, the lie rolling off his tongue like honey. "for you’ve captivated me, and it would be such a waste, a world devoid of your presence.”

his words are as hollow as the echo of a bell, yet they ring with a truth you want to believe. and as your facade shatters, he watches the realization reflect through the glint in your eyes, his smirk growing ever more triumphant at the sight of your unwitting trust.

his lips press against yours with an urgency that startles you. the scent of burnt cedar invades your senses, intertwining with the roughness of his kiss. as he deepens the embrace, there's a slight bitter taste, yet it's intoxicating, a heady concoction that you can't help but savor—as if it was an aphrodisiac.

you can feel the greed in his movements, as a warm hand brings you closer to him. but amidst the intensity, there's a fleeting moment where the kiss softens.

underneath the guise of a passionate kiss, a deeper covenant was being forged, unbeknownst to your conscious mind. the nue within your soul stirred from its slumber. as sukuna’s lips pressed against yours, the nue’s soul intertwined with his, creating an unspoken contract sealed by the fervor of the moment…

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡まりこからやで〜#can you guess who you’re the ancestor to #okay that was the basis #i promise there will be more actual dialogue #sorry i’m really imagery based #呪術廻戦 #sukuna ryomen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime #jujutsu kaisen x you #manga #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader

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