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mewtwoevolution · 6 months

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Rue picked a daisy. Lost in her thoughts she missed what Runty had said and looked over with a short, “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Runty asked again, “You haven’t really been paying attention at all today…” she was on the path her chair could roll through, watching Rue gather daisies. The human watching them a couple yards back.

She hesitated. That image flashing in her mind again of the mass of muscle being brought out of the tank and cut upon to that tiny face, “I… Has… Has no one told you what happened last night?”

Runty frowns a bit confused, “I was in the labs last night. They’re looking at why my hips hurt so much. I’m hoping it’ll get me a better coushion… so no, I don’t know…”

“…” Rue looked away to the flowers in her hands, “You uh… you’re an aunt. Maybe… or at least you were for a bit.”

The blue mewtwo blinked at her. She blinked again and rubbed her eye divot a bit as it ached again…

“Runty?” She asked the other cautiously, “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have gone snooping.”

She shook her head, “Stop. Stop… it… It’s okay. I just…” she looked up from the rubbing to reveal she wasn’t just the ache it was to wipe tears, “Is he still okay? Did he make it?“

“Oh, oh yes One is okay. They were already talking about him stable before I went back to the room,” Rue assured her.

Runty nodded, “…so… my big brother had a baby? How?”

“…they had to cut it out…” Rue shivered at the memory.

“No, no I mean how could that even be possible? We’ve always been called infurtile. Cause mom is, cause we were cloned from parts of her and she is…”

“Oh… I had no idea…” Rue didn’t know what to say other than that before looking at Runty surprised as the crying mewtwo started to laugh.

Runty stopped even wiping her eye, “A baby. My brother had a baby… it wasn’t a terrifying tumor it was just a little baby… C-can you believe I wished it would go away? I wonder if he did the same… Sage always would say she could talk to him. I never could so I haven’t in decades…”

Rue stepped over to kneel down and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t dare say something just yet.

“E-even if it didn’t make it… even if it was too weak. I-I can’t believe it. He had a baby. But there hasn’t been flowers, Mom said they only can grow when a mew wanted a baby and could have one… but, they haven’t been around… but there had to be one right?” She sniffed and smiled as it was dawning on her through the overflowing emotions, “I think Sage brought him his flower…”

Rue thought a moment, “… let’s go visit him…”

Runty wiped her eyes and nodded, “Y-yeah. Okay… bring the daisies please?”

Rue nodded and they started back for the building…

•••

The room was mostly empty as they had managed to time it for the lunch break. Only Tyler was there talking to the mew on the screen but paid them no mind.

Runty stopped in the doorway, her eyes fixated on the loud black stitches on the soft green and how odd the yellow tint was to the liquids of the tank, “…He’s okay… but where…?”

Rue spotted it first and pointed out the counter, an egg incubator was humming away. A tiny green ball was inside.

Runty hesitated looking over but with a supportive hand on her shoulder she dared to get her chair closer…

The usual energy that’d suspend an egg so it wouldn’t get bumped had the tiny thing floating a few inches from the bottom. The tank as a whole swallowed it just how large the tank was and how small it was.

Runty reached up a hand to touch the glass, closing her eye and looking at it…. Just the smallest winking of that white outline and a soft shifting color inside it… it was so weak. But it was there, “Hey little nibbling… I-it’s your aunt…”

Rue watched a moment before something came to mind and she slipped out while Runty was enamored with the baby…

She looked at the beanbag chair and picked up the simple teddy ursa toy. It had helped her that first night and been such a nice soft thing to hug besides the fuzzy pillow she loved. One last tight hug. She was sure Annie wouldn’t mind but even if she did there was a little baby that was no bigger than her thumb bulb that needed a friend even more.

“Hey Runty, can I scoot by?”

The little mewtwo looked up and smiled before wiping her eye again, “It’s such a fighter. Every time the colors try to get really small they push them right back… it’s… it’s really amazing… scared me…” she pulled her chair back a bit, “Is that a toy from Annie’s room?”

“Yeah, I think they need the company from it more right now,” Rue offered, she looked at the teeny thing. She could see what Runty mentioned, it matched with its struggle to figure out breathing. It really was way too tiny, but it was figuring it out. She had hope they would figure it out completely, “Here you go little one. It helped me sleep, now it can help you….”

Runty took Rue’s hand, “they’ll have good dreams now no matter what…”

Rue smiled and watched the baby a little while before tugging Runty’s hand and then going to put the daisies beside One.

Tyler looked over as he noticed his break was over, “Oh! Perfect I was supposed to get you Rue. You’ve got to go through one last test before I walk you to the portal department. Say goodbye to our Rue,” he smiled with his metal filled teeth.

“What? Really?” Rue looked to Runty worried, “…Are you going to be okay?…”

Runty seemed to have shrank in her chair, her hand squeezed Rue’s, “y-yeah… I will be…. I-I’ll miss you though….” Her voice was small and uncertain.

Rue’s voice caught in her throat, “I don’t want to leave…”

“I’ll be okay… I was glad to meet you,” she forced a smile for her friend, “We should meet again sometime…”

Rue looked down. Silent a moment before Runty let go of her hand. She looked to the small mewtwo. The lump now stopping words.

She all but just fell down into a hug. Squeezing Runty. Only one short whine getting out.

Tyler scratched his head feeling bad but, “Come on, we shouldn’t be late okay?”

Rue stood up and rubbed her red eyes, “…o-okay…” she squeaked out. Looking back at Runty before reluctantly following Tyler. The last thing she made sure to look at was the tank, that bear set beside it with that teeny baby inside. Hopefully it would make it… it was struggling, but it was a fighter. Surely it would make it…

Surely…

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kenjakusbraincum · 6 months

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Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #soft sukuna #ok hear me out #im not sure how well i did the “jealous” prompt justice #bc i just struggled to conceptualize how sukuna would even be jealous #when hes in control the way he is in this little universe #(which i write in by default bc i know it best as it lives rent free in my head)#sooo maybe the jealous part got lost along the way #and maybe this ended up exploring gift giving as sukunas love language further #but i hope you like it anyways!!!#also> i have no ideas how to use tumblr in other words line break and stuff like that is maths to me #im also not sure and welcome any input is it better to post writing directly in the answer to the ask #or should i post it separately and just add that it was requested by anon/other person

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