heian!sukuna x Cinderella!reader
Once upon a time, in the Heian era, long-lived the King of Curses, a figure shrouded in terror and awe. Fabled for his immense power. He is believed to embody dark sorcery and the fate to find love. Unless he is hexxed.
A/N : mischaracter of kuna but let us be delusion.
I wasn’t taught about the heian era by school o parents soo my facts might not be updated
credits to all fanart and manga panels and the author of Cinderella themself.
In a quiet village nestled beneath the cherry blossoms, there lived a gentle soul overshadowed by misfortune. You were the daughter of a bureaucrat in the imperial court, managing tax records or overseeing ceremonies at Kyoto’s palace. But it wasn’t enough to protect him from tragedy. Unlucky for your father, he was relocated to a harsh area. A place where they sent criminals.
Lady Suzume, your stepmother, was a woman of polished cruelty. Her face was flawlessly painted in powder and cherry-red lips that would never soften into a smile. Daughter of a minor noble family, she had married your father for status rather than love.
Extensions of her will, Yeu and Elvina, were her twin daughters. Of course, you didn’t see them as your sisters. Why would you? They named you “The Servant who Sleeps Upstairs.” In that tiny yaneura.
Yeu was a beauty trained as a shirabyoshi by her mother, hoping that one day she would be able to marry someone of such honor. A dancer whose body moved perfectly through courtly routines despite being as shallow as lake water beneath moonlight.
Elvina’s personality was similar, you could say. She committed malicious acts alongside her sister and mother, but her heart wasn’t in it. She always admired you as the responsible, older sister.
After his death, two years prior, officially from illness. She inherited the estate and you as an obligation.
“I wish this thin futon would turn into a real bed,” you wished. Slumped onto the shikkibuton. It was only morning, and your back ached from the scrubbing pots and pans since dawn.
The morning sun spilled through the paper-thin shoji screens, casting warm golden squares across the polished wooden floors of the estate.
A single tattered blanket covered you, eyes fluttering shut despite the distant sound of Zori’s bustling towards your towers. “y/n!!” A loud whine comes from outside as your younger sister unlocks the door.
“Hey! Ask permission before you come in.” You scolded, sitting up to face her. The only sound she could make now was her soft footsteps on wood. She carried a high-collared kimono of indigo silk. “I can’t fit into my kimono. What will Yeu say!” She sits down on the bed and cries into simple cotton.
Elvina was 14 weeks pregnant. It’s surprising how busboy has found out yet. She was so dramatic with her mood swings.
“Everything will be fine! Go play ball with CiCi! She’s in the courtyard.” Please, please, please. Let me get what I want.
“But I want to stay with you.” She wraps two plump arms over your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug. Her exaggerated tears and sniffles stained your yukata.
Maybe you and Rodwave have the same origin story after all.
Considered a servant more than a daughter, Lady Suzume brought you and the stepdaughters to Sukuna Estate. Built of black volcanic stone and polished fire wood, it was not as grand as the imperial residence, but it carried weight. As the three went off to greet the imperial, you were ordered to stay in the courtyard.
The grands were vast: manicured rows of plants with blood-red camellias, bridges over koi ponds, and paths lined with crimson torii gates. Everything was coldly precise for a beast.
Two young palace pages, no older than twelve, darted through the garden. Giggling behind their sleeves as they spotted you kneeling in the dirt, planting a white jasmine in a sea full of red.
One boy, pink-haired and gap-toothed, crept up silently while his friend hid behind a tree.
A bucket of water tumbled from above right onto your head. Their prank? It was turning real childish.
Water dripped down from your face and soaked into the simple cotton yukata. It looked like your wet hair clung to your cheeks as wet ribbons. The kids bursted into laughter, unfiltered childish glee. They pointed at each other as if you were the joke itself.
“Look! The servant girl got rained on!” Then they vanished between bushes before she could even scold them, or worse: cry. A small, wrapped item. A maroon dusted artifact had fallen from the boy’s sleeve as he fled.
It lies in a perfect circle of sunlight near your feet. You stared at it thinking, no one ever gave you things. Not since your father died. You slowly picked it up, turning the sacred capsule in your palm.
The laughter had long faded. You forgot what scrubbing floors felt like, your stepmother’s scolding, the feeling of being invisible. Just this tiny purpose that some prankster dropped and somehow made everything softer for just five seconds.
“This can do.” Enclosed in the small oshiire, it was too dark and cramped to do anything. But the curiosity took over you: that pure magical scent rose to your nose.
You popped off the top of the capsule, carefully discarding the small velvet tucked beneath the cloth. Inside? A bracelet woven from silver threads laced with tiny sapphires forming ancient protective charms. Fingers trembling as you slipped the sacred bracelet onto your wrist. The moment it clicked into place, something shifted.
A warm pulse traveled like sunlight breaking through bad weather. “I have to get out of here.” You muttered to yourself, emerging from the closet.
Hurrying down the quiet hallway towards the grand throne room. Noblewomen, including Yeu and Elvina were posing prettily for passing noblemen while Lady Suzume sips teas with other matrons.
“You’re late.” She whispers as you take a seat by the lacquered table. “Gomen.” You glanced down to check up on the bracelet. It glowed underneath your long sleeve, the silver shimmering faintly. Elvina flirted openly with one of the king’s advisors; mind you, she’s secretly engaged.
A satisfied Uraume, the king’s most trusted, whose face was strikingly ethereal. Pale skin kissed by cool tones. Their sharp eyes scanned the room calmly, then paused when their gaze landed on you. Not because you stood out, but that sparkly ornament on your wrist. Uraume approached slowly, the guests at the table fell silent when he stopped a few paces from your stepfamily.
“Honored Uraume,” she said sweetly, Lady Suzume bowing deeply. A gesture of respect for the king’s acquaintance. “My daughters and I are pleased with this event.” A friend flashed a smile meant for charm, but Uraume didn’t acknowledge them.
“You. Follow.” The teapot felt super heavy in your hands as your mind becomes blank. You set it onto the table and excuse yourself from the group.
Being summoned by the king himself? That was spooky. You followed behind Uraume into a red moon garden. A secluded courtyard beneath the night, despite it being afternoon. Black bones and stones paved the ground, silver-blue souls gliding silently across the shallow air, and at its center was a long figure sitting beneath a gnarled plum tree.
Tall. Still. Dressed entirely in black-sangria robes. He stared at something small held in his hand, but when Lord Uraume bowed deeply beside you. Sukuna finally lifted his gaze and looked directly at you.
His eyes weren’t cruel, but they weren’t kind either. A weight of judgement that made your spine stiffen. “Sukuna-sama.” Uraume’s soft hands encircle your wrist, sliding your sleeve down your elbow.
Each tiny sapphire embedded in the silver thread shimmered lightly, but when brought closer to Sukuna’s presence; its glow grew brighter. A huff is the only thing he can respond with. So sassy.
“Did you steal from my ruins?” Your uneasy mood changes swiftly to frantic as you tried to explain the situation of how you came across the jewel. Like he really gave two fucks. “Uraume explain.”
The smile on their face was so grand that it reached to their ears and closed their eyes. “What you have on your wrist belongs to the master’s forgotten bloodline.”
“A sorcerer’s soul is stuck in there. Hm, Sukuna who do you think it is?” Uraume brings your wrist closer to his eyes, tapping gently on the sapphire.
Sukuna didn’t respond. Instead, he crushed the human skull in his hands and threw it past you. You flinched and yanked your wrist away. “Like I said. I didn’t steal! I found it after some kid dropped it.”
“Also master, she wasn’t one of the contestants. Would you like her to join?” You couldn’t possibly compete against all the noblewomen in the kingdom. Right?
“I prefer that this woman works under me. Not besides me.”
A frown appears on your face. “I don’t work for anybody.”
For a long moment, you both stared at each other with disgust. Uraume reached out and tried to uplift the situation. “Y/N why don’t you feed the souls? They haven’t seen such divinity in so long.”
Your wide eyes snap to reality and you nodded without thinking. You walked around the secluded garden, hand feeding every spirit with cursed energy.
Carefully kneeling down on a tatami mat, you were in the presence of three soul lanterns. Each one hovered about the ground containing a wisp of captured soul.
The first one glowed in the dark, having the body of a jellyfish. You slid a handful of black rice underneath the tray. Then softly whispered, “For you.”
While doing so, Sukuna studied your face. How could you be so calm around things that wanted you dead? “Uraume, enter her in my draft. Mine eyes, they yearn to gaze more.”
After a few days, the king of curses sent you home with an invitation to his banquet. I guess you charmed him well enough to let you keep three orbed Lumas.
He had allowed it. Not out of pity, but because he found the idea of a servant girl handling something feral is appealing.
Each soul you tamed, resided in the lanterns. Your stepfamily thought you were crazy for bringing them home, but you saw them as babies.
This evening was the banquet. The whole kingdom was practically invited to party with the king finding someone to celebrate life with.
Your stepsisters had it easy. No chores, or making their own dress was on their mind. All they had to do was pose pretty and catch any of the noblemen’s attention.
Sitting on your futon, you watched as two of the star spirits create a dress right in front of your eyes.
It wasn’t bought from the market, or created by simple cotton. They carefully extracted their energy into soul light to infuse glow in the threads.
“I forgot. I have to name you all.” You glance down at your lap, the lazy Luma fake-sleeping on you. “Angel.”
The other ethereal soul, whose glow was pulsing to help untangle a thread gave you serene vibes. “My orbie can be named Tamaki.”
“Hmm and the last one?” The last one held a tomato for needles in their imaginary mouth. Bobbing their head to the side for entertainment as Tamaki tries to fix a stitch in the dress. “How about Ofelia?”
A careful finishing knot was the final touch to the project. You were so proud of the two, the bracelet glowing along with your happiness. “Hm. That’s surprising. It goes along with my emotions.”
You brought up your wrist towards the three curious souls, but they flinched due to how powerful the aura was. Uraume had told you it was from Sukuna’s forgotten bloodline.
“I’m so sorry. Here I’ll take it off to give you all a proper hug.” But the thing won’t budge. It was practically stuck.
It was no use, but this night wasn’t going to be ruined! You changed into the jūnihitoe, and it was so voluminous on you.
Now you realized, you could finally go to the royal event. Hair done, edges laid, yes ok! You slip on your asagutsu’s and run out the door.
“Please wait for me!” You exclaimed, running down the stairs. “Isn’t my dress lovely? Do you think it’ll do.”
“Oh no mother she can’t!” Yeu replies.
“After all we did make a bargain. Didn’t we Yeu? And I never go back on my word.” Your stepmother stated.
“How very clever. These beads. They give it just the right touch. Don’t you think so right Yeu?”
“No I don’t. I think she’s-“ she gasps exaggeratedly. “Why you little? They’re my beads!”
“Give that here!” She snatches the necklace from your collar bone, breaking it in half. The beads scattered across the floor and the Lumas hid behind the stairwell in fear.
“And you’re wearing my sash!” Called out by Elvina. She reached out and ripped your dress into shreds. She can change so fast.
“Girls, Girls. That’s quite enough. Hurry along now both of you. I won’t have you upsetting yourself.” The two sisters waltz outside unfazed.
“Goodnight.” Your stepmother said with a smirk. The door clicks-shut-and now you’re alone all over again.
Hands holding the tears running down your flushed cheeks, you sprinted into the courtyard.
You fell over the fountain, crossing your arms on the base of the fountain. Water pumps from above and you can see the Lumas hovering over you with concern.
The horse, the hound dog, the mice, the lumas. All tried to warn you with any sound they can make. But with your head down, you couldn’t see who was besides you.
The sorcerer who was residing in the bracelet you had, escaped, but at what cost? His name was Satoru Gojo.
“No it isn’t true.” You sniffled. “It’s just no use. No use at all. I can’t believe not anymore. There’s nothing left to believe in.”
“Nothing? Now you don’t mean that.” Gojo uses his cloak sleeve to wipe your tears. “Nonsense child. If you lose all your faith, I couldn’t be here. But here I am!”
“Dry your tears. You can’t go to the ball looking like that!” He lifts you onto your feet and pulls out a magic wand. “We’ll have to hurry.”
“The Fairy-God Father!” The three soul lanterns unison. They swarm over your heads and sit on the tiers of the fountain.
“I say the first thing you need is a pumpkin.”
“Sal e me doo. A bippity boppity boo!” The pumpkin turned into a giant four legged carriage. “a thingamabob that does the job is a bippity bippity boo.”
The lumas dance around the magic. “Oh it’s beautiful!”
“Now a carriage is supposed to have horses!” Gojo turns towards the Lumas and points his wand at them.
“Just a wave of my stick and to finish the trick! A bippity-boppity boo!” The spirits transformed into armored horses.
“Oh goodness yes! The finishing touch! That’s you my dear.” He wavers his wand around and magic wraps around your ruined dress. It swiftly changes into a unique design, something never seen in the heian era.
The dress is the epitome of divinity. The deel sapphire blue of a gown is rich and sophisticated. It curves into a V neck bodice with long sashes over the dress. “Oh Satoru. This is too much!”
“Trust me sweetheart. I know Kuna’s taste.” He waves his wand again over your face, a mask appears. “We wouldn’t want your stepfamily to ruin this night. It adds character to you.”
“Hop in! Enjoy the night it’s still young.” He opens the door to your carriage, but you’re still admiring yourself from the reflection of the sparkling fountain water.
“On the stroke of twelve. The spell will be broken and everything will be as it was before.”
“Oh I understand, but it’s more than I ever hoped for.” He rushes you into the carriage as it moves forwards. You wanted to say thank you one last time, but he vanished with a swift movement of his wand.
The grand hall thrived with music and laughter. The king’s annual festival in full swing. Of course, he’d rather have a laidback one full of massacre. But this would do.
Among them, a line of noblewomen stood in their dais, Sukuna’s potential brides. Yeu and Elvina were in front row, showing off their synchronized dancing skills. That’s what the kingdom known them for as the youngest shirabyoshi’s.
You arrived at the Estate, the reception hall was quite busy. You picked up both sides of the dress; so it wouldn’t drag so much.
“I really hope Gojo’s plan is going to work.” You whispered to yourself, looking through the crowd.
Flashing a coy smile to Uraume, they were the only one who could tell who you were underneath the mask.
“Y/N you look very shameful.”
“I-I know! But I didn’t have any other dresses to wear! So I had to result in one my friend made!”
“It’s not a bad thing. It’s what Lord Sukuna is exactly looking for.” Uraume gives a reassuring smile before walking back towards the stage.
“Next is Lilys Riley. Daughter of General Simon.” A young British girl waltz up to the stage and bows deeply to Sukuna.
“She doesn’t even go here!” Yelled by someone in the audience. Sukuna flicks his hand upwards, dismissing the lady.
“Sukana-sama why aren’t you complying?”
“After many women, I find all hearts alike. I must find the woman that stands out.” Uraume looks at him with a blank face.
He stood up from his elevated throne and walked around the ballroom. Towering over most people, he wanted to see if any prospects could catch all of his four eyes.
Sukuna stopped walking entirely. His dark eyes sweeping across the sea of noblewomen and towards the front door.
You stood slightly apart from the other girls. Not because you wanted too, but because they were all avoiding how you were dressed.
It didn’t matter what they were thinking, Sukuna came after you like a wild beast. His two arms below struck out to reach you, but Uraume stepped in between you both. “Take it outside.”
Sukuna’s top eyes stared at your masked face, but his bottom ones glanced at your cleavage.
“sukebe!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I have a great personality too.”
“Why do you choose to wear a dress like this to my event. And why cover your face.”
“Do you remember how we met?” You asked, revealing the bracelet on your wrist. “Somehow that sorcerer became my Fairy-Godfather.”
“Ah. Satoru. That white albino son of a b-“
You slammed your gloved hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I can sense my children are here somewhere.”
His brow furrows. “How dare you place your hands on me.” His fangs sink into your silk-covered fingers.
Immediately pulling back, you shake your hand out. “I wanna dance!” You switched up as soon as you heard the biwa play.
“Yare ya.” He mutters, staring into your cleavage again. “Ugh, you’re acting like you never felt a woman before!”
“Because I haven’t. My first will reside with the future empress.” A smile is plastered onto your face as you took his rough hands in.
A language of the soul. Dancing.
The crowd didn’t dare to say anything. If they did, all would be slaughtered.
You guided Sukuna, but he was a natural. His movements were fluid yet commanding. He spun you once until wrapping four arms over your body.
So close-super close. The vibrations in his chest as he growled made you think of how Bonnie Blue gave birth to Ichigo to save the world.
“Suki, what’s happening?” You glanced down and your eyes widened at the sight between you and his hardcore abs. A tongue dripping of saliva escaped from the slit of his dark kimono.
“The young king bowing to the assembly. Suddenly he stops, looked up. There she stands. The girl of his dreams.”
“Who she is or whence she came? He knows not nor does he care for his heart tells him that here is the maid predestined to be his bride.” Uraume laughs as they tell the exact story of what was going on through Sukuna’s head.
“A pretty plot for fairy tale but in real life hah no! Doomed to failure! He is hexxed!”
As the musicians notice the king had chosen a partner, they swiftly switched to a soft, romantic melody. One meant for couples dancing below an eclipse.
A bellow moonlight. He led you outside, through open shoji doors. Dead petals drift like snowflakes in gentle breeze. The warm golden light from indoors casted a shadow of you both swiftly spinning each other around.
Down with careful steps, he held your gloved hand and pulled you down the stairs. And there. Under an ancient plum tree despite late spring, you began to dance again.
Sukuna didn’t follow formal court steps, or rigid waltz. Maybe because he wasn’t ever taught before. He moved with instinct; one hand resting on your back and the other on your shoulder.
Everything in the garden came to life. What was a dying black elephant ear, bloomed into a beautiful puppy. As you guys were about to share a kiss, a sound cut through. A clear chime of a clock tower.
Dong..Dong.. two strikes followed. You froze mid-step, your eyes widened with fear and realization.
“Oh. Oh my goodness!” You gasp.
“What ails you?” He lets go of your hand and brings you to sit down on the stairs.
“Yes, and verily, ‘tis true.”
“Goodbye.” You stand up in a rush, but he roughly pulls you back.
“Please tarry with me. Thou canst not go so soon. It’s only midnight.”
“Oh I must. Please please!” You plead, placing a hand on your chest. The clock strikes again and you back away in a hurry. “Forgive me.” He stated with a devastated tone. “I did not catch thy name of my okusan.”
You remember all the warnings from Satoru. Leave by midnight. And you were no different. As you sprinted down the hall, one step slipped beneath hurried footfall.
Thud. You stumbled, body lurching forward. The sacred bracelet was long gone due to the impact. It clattered to stop on one of the marble’s polished steps.
For half a breath, no one saw it. Not guards below, musicians packing up, the kids above. But Sukuna did. He was frozen for half an instant before walking slowly as you disappeared.
He reached for the bracelet where it laid. The moment his fingers closed around it, the silver threads grew brighter. A quiet moment of his ancient magic recognizing him too. His dark eyes widened slightly when the powerful presence behind him came to life.
“Do you perhaps think we are enemies in the universe?” Satoru’s voice rings out. “Or just this one.”
“You locked me in a bracelet for years. All because I was considered the strongest.”
Sukuna turned around to face him with a strict face. It curved into a smirk and he begans laughing uncontrollably. “You? The strongest? I am the king of curses.”
“Let’s say this. If I help you find that woman, I am allowed to roam freely.” Satoru sidelong glances him with a deep smile. “One more time.”
You rushed through the palace corridors, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You had slipped out of a servant’s passage near the west wing. Your bare feet padded softly against wooden floors; no one saw you go, but as you fled, things started to change.
First: your pink yukata dimmed. The soft shimmer that had clung to it vanished entirely. It became just a simple cotton garment again: worn at elbows, slightly too long for your frame.
Then, the gold hoops in your ears? Gone. Poofed into nothingness like they were never there at all…
And most terrifying of all? The warmth on your wrist was nowhere. Just bare skin where magic once lived.
Soon the carriage crumples into that old pumpkin and the horses that were once beautiful and strong changed into the spirit lanterns Sukuna gifted you. You walked home barefoot to Lady Suzume’s estate. three souls tiredly flying around you.
“I’m sorry. I guess I forgot about everything. Even the time, but it was so wonderful. And he was so handsome and when we would dance, Im sure that even the king himself couldn’t have been more, more, more evil.”
“Oh well it’s over.” As you wiped a silent tear from your flushed cheeks, one of the Lumas’ Ofelia, pointed at your empty wrist. “Mama!mama!Mama! Bracelet?” You sighed and carried the three home. Back to being invisible again lmao.
“Everyone is talking about it. The whole kingdom! Oh hurry now, he’ll be here in a minute.” Your stepmother says, opening the curtains to the bedroom where your step-sisters slept.
“Who will?” Asked by Yeu, yawning. “The grand duke. They have been hunting all night for that girl who lost her bracelet at the ball last night.”
You walk into the bedroom with a tray of tea and asa gohan. It’s only been one night to recover from everything that has happened yesterday.
“They said he was madly in love with her.”
“Who?” Elvina sleepily replied with.
“The king?” You gasped and dropped the tray, alerting everybody in the room. As instinct, you went onto your knees and gathered the broken pieces. “You clumsily little fool! Clean that up and help my daugher’s dress up.”
“If he’s in love with that girl, why should we even bother?” Elvina questions, pulling the covers over herself.
“Now you too listen! There’s still a chance one of you could be married to him. If the bracelet glows the perfect amount, it is destined that Ryomen Sukuna is your husband!”
Hearing all this information made your head woozy. I mean, since it was your bracelet, you should be able to enter the contest?
That option was ruined by your stepmother as she locks you in your bedroom. “Oh please no you can’t!” You pleaded, pulling the door knob harder than before. “Let me out, you must!”
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The Strong Biwa was stroked thrice when Sukuna’s grand arrival was here. Held securely in a velvet-lined box carried by Uraume, was the bracelet withholding a powerful sorcerer.
They demanded entry into the household. That’s how Sukuna was that desperate. Gojo spoke to him with such pride last night, it didn’t make him want to give up that easily.
“Let me present you to my daughters. Yeu, Elvina.” They both bowed deeply with respect, but they came with one purpose.
Uraume opened the jewel’s box. It still glowed faintly, but the magic hadn’t fully faded. Satoru recognized this place, or somebody nearby.
Sukuna ignored the formalities, stepping past the three in their own home. “We seek one of your household members. The woman who wore this.”
Lady Suzume stiffened, her mind racing. ‘If this belonged to y/n, then how did Sukuna have it’ she forced a polite smile and replied, “Which girl? I only have two daughters. Yeu and Elvina.”
Something in Sukuna’s gaze could pierce through that polite lie. Then without warning, he walked past them entirely and began moving towards your room. Like a string connected you both.
“That hallway leads to the servant’s quarters!” Lady Suzume called urgently in action, but he kept walking with Uraume by his side.
He reached your small room and pushed it open with full force. And there, on a thin futon, you slept in simple cotton clothes.
You’ve been lying awake. Rethinking and replaying all the moments of the ball. The three souls were rapidly moving in their lanterns as soon as they saw Sukuna.
The space usually quiet and lonely, now crackled with tension as he walks further in. “Pray, leave us. A moment of peace.”
Sukuna closed the door roughly behind him with precise. Kneeling down besides your bed. “Wife, the sun climbs high. Wake.” You peeked at him with one open eye, but he immediately clasped the bracelet around your wrist. The moment it appeared, light flared faintly between them, soft sapphire reacting to your appearance.
Lost? Now returned. “Oh Sukuna.” Your hands twitched under the blanket. He reached out, taking the trembling limbs and placed it on his cheek.
It was not grand as he thought it would be. You weren’t spoiled due to the environment you grew up in. He didn’t care for tradition that much anyways. And so your marriage ceremony was simple: a private affair held in a moonlit garden behind the palace. Guests were a few. Only those closest to them.
Uraume stood solemnly as witness. The one who had first noticed something special that day you arrived at the palace.
Sukuna’s only family that he actually found fond of, lived in the century of 2000’s, modern day Japan. Somehow with wicked sorcery, he made all of the Itadori clan travel thousands of years back in time to visit the wedding they won’t remember.
Satoru Gojo came too. He was a bit chatty during the break of dawn, but he was so happy to be out of that stupid bracelet you still wore on your wrist.
And then, there was you. Radiant despite simplicity. You wore white, a color not common among the heian brides but it suited you perfectly.
Somehow, Gojo’s wedding gift was to present you and Sukuna with kids of your own. He turned each of those soul lanterns into fat, chunky babies that were the size of watermelons.
The exchange of vows were quiet, spoken in nervous truth. “Mine heart hath chosen thee above all others. Lady y/n, my empress, I choose you.” The silver ring slid onto your finger perfectly. And the moment it was placed on, the bracelet on your other wrist glowed bright, responding to its twin piece.
The Grand Duke gave an approval nod. Then Sukuna leaned down and kissed you. It was a satisfying gesture until your stepsister Elvina, the only family member you invited, was weeping of awe and joy.
When you finally parted, he rested his forehead against yours. Briefly closing his eyes and breathing you in. “I’m not hexxed. Finally.” He whispers and they lived happily ever after.
A year passed, pages turning in a well-loved book. Your three children grew up to be strong and giant. All of them were two years old and could lift the futon altogether.
You and Sukuna’s marriage settled into something warm, private, real. You didn’t live in the palace anymore, but moved to a smaller estate in the outskirts of Heian-Kyo: surrounded by forests, orchards, and mountains.
Every morning, you were forced to wake up before Sukuna due to how hungry he gets. It’s like his first instinct is to smell what was for breakfast.
“Oi.” He barks, walking into the kitchen. His heavy build breaks the top of the doorway and he stands besides you. “I crave a change. Make my heirs human flesh.” His immense gluttony was shocking as you quickly refused, but like he would listen.
Sukuna already sat at the low table, three kids neatly tucked in their seats. You slid the plate of the infamous meat mountain towards him while giving the kids steamed rice and fish.
“I said, to prepare them, human beings.” He plucked flesh out of a limb like a seafood boil and hand fed one of the kids closest to him.
You nearly gagged and walked away, hoping the kids would follow you. But since they loved their papa so much, they started to act just like him.
The same eating habits, the way he talks back at you, how he fights or trains them. It was like he was fluff!kuna.
