trueform!sukuna wants to train the trio of new generation sorcerers
The sun filters through the lush canopy as three children scramble across the mossy logs. The forest groaned as something massive displaced the air. A shadow, broad and looming, stretched across the forest floor, swallowing the sunlight.
Yuuji and his friends—shriek with delighted terror, leaping over ferns and darting under roots. The monster lunges forward, snapping his jaws at the air just inches behind them,
"Run!" Megumi’s whisper-yells with genuine four-year-old terror. He grabs Nobara’s hand, dragging her through the tall grass. Behind them, the thunderous thud-thud of heavy footfalls shakes the earth beneath their feet.
Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, stalks the grounds. At his towering height, he is a mountain of muscle and malice. His four eyes glow like embers in the dim light of the canopy, and his second pair of arms flexed, claws grazing the bark of trees as he passes.
"I can smell your fear, brats," Sukuna’s voice rumbles, a tectonic plate grinding against stone. "Which one of you shall be my first snack?"
Yuuji, the smallest and bravest of the trio, trips over a gnarled root. He lets out a yelp as a massive, calloused hand clamped around his waist.
"Yuuji!" Nobara screams, clutching her wooden training sword.
Sukuna lifts the child high into the air. The boy looks like a doll in the giant's grip, wriggling like a word. Then, the horror began. The seam across Sukuna's abdomen splits open, revealing a secondary, cavernous maw lined with serrated teeth.
With a terrifying growl, Sukuna chucks the giggling boy headfirst into the darkness of his stomach mouth, the giant lips clamping shut.
Sukuna turns his four-eyed gaze toward Megumi and Nobara, who are frozen in place. "Now... for the side dishes."
Trembling, the two remaining children huddle together, clutching each other's robes for dear life as their eyes widen in fear.
The stomach mouth began to bulge and ripple.
"Hey! Let me out! It’s dark in here and it smells like iron!" Yuuji’s muffled, squeaky voice drifts from Sukuna’s torso.
Suddenly, the giant's terrifying expression falters. His stomach mouth begins to twitch like a pregnant woman's would when the baby within kicks.
From the inside, Yuuji’s tiny hands are prying the stubborn lips open, and he begins to ruthlessly tickle the sensitive uvula within the maw.
Sukuna’s face contorted. A strangled, wet sound erupted from his throat. "Gah—stop that—you little—!"
With a wet pop, the stomach mouth spits Yuuji out. The boy landed in the grass, covered in heaps of saliva, laughing until he couldn't breathe.
"Now! Attack!" Yuuji shouts.
The three children swarm. Tiny wooden swords thwacked against Sukuna's shins and forearms.
"Oh, the horror!" Sukuna roars, his voice dripping with theatrical despair. "The King of Curses... bested by such... tiny... warriors!"
He sways like a felled cedar, his hulking body crashing into the soft ferns with a loud thud. He lay perfectly still, his four eyes staring blankly at the sky then sliding shut as his head lolls to the side, breathing ceased.
Yuuji crawls onto his chest, poking a finger into Sukuna’s cheek. "Ji-chan? You can't be dead." He pinches the fearsome man's cheek, stretching the skin.
When that doesn't work, he pats the gnarled mask on one side of his face, unfazed by the grotesque sight. Since he was a baby, he'd found it cool. He even had his father carve him a similar mask, wanting to match his uncle. The little boy didn't know how much that meant to the man.
Sukuna remains a statue for ten long seconds. Then, his eyes snapped toward them. "BOO!"
The kids shriek and fall backward on the behinds, dissolving into fits of giggles as Sukuna sits up, his three arms reaching out to ruffle their hair, his fourth catching Megumi before the quiet boy could topple over into a hidden ditch.
You step out from the shadows of the shrine’s stone path, leaning against a pillar with a faint, amused smile. The sight of the most feared being in history being used as a jungle gym by toddlers never gets old.
"Have mercy, you three," you say, your voice carrying over the clearing. "Please spare his life. He’s my dear husband, and I’d hate to have to find another one who fits into the house so poorly."
The children scramble to their feet, bowing with mock solemnity to you.
"We’ll spare him this once!" Nobara declares, puffing out her chest, her burnt orange hair bobbing.
"Good," you say, walking over to brush the leaves off Sukuna’s shoulder. "Now, go find your parents and wash up. The courting ceremony starts at sundown, and you need to be ready."
The trio immediately made a collective face of pure disgust.
"Eww! The lovey dovey festival?" Yuuji sticks out his tongue, making a face.
"We don't want to see people smooch,” Megumi mutters, looking genuinely distressed. "It’s gross."
Sukuna leans back on his lower arms, a wicked, playful glint in his eyes. "Gross? Is that so? You know, your aunt and I could practice the ritual right here!"
He begins to pucker all of his lips—including the ones on his stomach—smacking them obnoxiously with loud, wet noises.
"NOOOO! MY EYES!" Nobara shrieks, covering her face as the three of them bolt toward the village, their laughter echoing through the trees.
Sukuna chuckles, a deep sound that thrums through your own chest as he reaches out with his, pulling you down into his lap. The monster is gone, replaced by the man who looks at you with all four eyes softened by affection.
"Little vermin," he murmurs affectionately against your lips, before pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss that would have definitely made the kids scream for real.
When he's had his fill—only because you fussed and pushed at his chest since you couldn't breathe—he rises, shaking the pine needles from his hair, dusting off his hakama, and setting you on your feet.
“I thought you were seeing to important matters,” you point out with an arched brow as he reaches out and plucks a flower petal from your pristine hair.
Clearing his throat, he raises his chin and nods, expression petulant as his four arms disappear behind him. “Indeed, I was. Training these three to be formidable sorcerers.”
Squinting, you eye him suspiciously then whirl around, skirts whispering against the leave-littered floor, hands before you, tucked inside the sleeves. “Very well. Come. You should get ready too, we cannot have you embarrassing me by coming to the ceremony decorated with dirt and leaves.”
“Whether I show up like this or not, I have already won your heart, my lady,” he states rather smugly.
“Since you're so confident, it's your duty to speak to the men tonight and teach them how to court a lady,” you drawl and he sputters, coughing.
Glancing over your shoulder, eyes hooded in an unimpressed stare, you arch a brow. “Are you unfit for this task?”
Pursing his lips, all four eyes downturn. “No…fine. I shall have them the epitome of chivalry so they're not panting and chasing after the ladies skirts.”
Flustered, ears hot, his mortification melts as your laughter rings out like temple bells, mingling with the chirp of birds as he trails after you like a shy pup.
inspired by that scene in dinosaur (2000) hehe
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