#anon requests

i hope this is what u meant, i’m not quite sure. you didn’t specify a character so i went with nerdjo !! :3

Definitely!

PART 2 HAS ARRIVED!

LOVE THIS IDEA! I got creative with it, mind you I’m no history major so there is definitely inaccuracies.

Word count: ~ 1.7k

A/n: not proofread (enough LOL)

The men fell to their knees, foreheads pressed against the cold stone floor.

“Mercy, Lord Sukuna,” one soldier implored, his voice trembling. “We beg you—do not strike us down.”

“We are unaware of what happened to the rest of our platoon,” another confessed. “One moment we marched as ordered, and the next… it was as though we had wandered into a waking dream.”

From his seat, Sukuna peered with annoyance at the weak men before him.

Ordinarily, he would have severed their heads where they knelt. Men who returned from battle empty-handed were of no use to him. Yet he was curious.

His soldiers had been made fools.

Their faces were gaunt, their garments torn, and exhaustion clung to them like a funeral. The wagons that were overflowed with grain, silks, coin, and tribute from the village they had taken, now held nothing of worth.

Within every chest; lay only dry leaves, common stones, and earth.

No mortal hand could have brought such mockery.

Only a yokai.

Some ancient spirit had toyed with them before stripping them of everything they possessed.

But which one possessed such insolence?

“If you return here with excuses,” Sukuna said at last, his voice low, “then you shall not return at all.”

The soldiers bowed until their foreheads struck the floor. “Y-Yes, my lord.”

Without another word, Sukuna turned for his private chambers.

The room was dimly lit by oil lamps illuminating the shelves lined with ancient scrolls, records gathered from conquered temples and forgotten shrines.

He unrolled one after another.

Spirits of mountain and river…

Celestials.

Holy shrines.

His gaze lingered upon an entry.

Kitsune.

“Ancient fox spirits - Masters of illusion and deception. They trap the minds of weak men, leaving them wandering whilst they relieve them of food, shelter, gold, and every earthly possession. They have no desire to kill; but a need for humiliation.”

His fingers paused. “…Impossible.”

He had not spoken that word in decades.

Only one creature had ever possessed the audacity to rob those beneath his command and leave behind nothing.

Only one laughed in the face of death.

Only one had vanished without so much as a trace.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Sukuna’s lips. “So…You have found me at last.”

———

*Nearly forty years earlier*

Autumn had painted the leaves in red and orange when Sukuna first marched into the village of Nara.

Word of his approach had spread faster than wildfire.

Castles surrendered before he reached their gates. Villages abandoned their homes. Shrines closed their doors.

None wished to stand before the General Ryomen Sukuna.

Yet within Nara’s palace, one soul remained strangely untroubled.

The youngest princess wandered the palace gardens as though no army approached.

She knelt beside a fox resting beneath a maple tree, stroking its snowy fur while servants whispered fearful prayers behind their sleeves.

“It is said Lord Sukuna has never known defeat,” one maid murmured.

“They say he is no man at all,” another answered.

The princess merely smiled. “Rumours are often exaggerated.”

The women exchanged uneasy glances.

There had always been something… peculiar about their princess.

Foxes followed wherever she walked. She disappeared into the forests without escort. Not once had anyone seen her fall ill or bear a scar.

Still, no one dared question the beloved daughter of the dynasty.

By dusk, Sukuna’s army stood before the palace gates. The defenders scarcely lasted an hour. Flames consumed the outer walls. Steel clashed against steel.

The cries of dying men echoed across the valley.

Then, through the smoke, the princess emerged.

Alone and unarmed.

Her silken robes flowed gently in the autumn wind as she descended the palace steps.

The soldiers fell silent.

Sukuna’s gaze settled upon her. She should have trembled, but she did not.

She met his eyes with quiet amusement. “So,” she said softly. “The great General Sukuna.”

His four eyes narrowed. “…You do not smell human.”

A laugh escaped her lips; bright, melodic, entirely unfitting for a battlefield drenched in blood.

“And you not smell alive.”

Before anyone could draw another breath, pale blue foxfire erupted around her.

The princess vanished.

In her place stood a magnificent white fox spirit, her five tails fanning behind her like drifting clouds.

Gasps swept through the ranks. “A yōkai!”

“A kitsune!”

Sukuna smiled. It was the first genuine smile any of his soldiers had witnessed in months.

“Interesting.”

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared once more.

His blade carved through empty air.

Only cherry blossom petals drifted where she had stood.

From somewhere above came laughter.

There she sat upon the palace roof, one leg swinging lazily over the edge. “Too slow.”

The roof exploded beneath his strike.

Yet when the dust settled…she was already standing behind him.

“You swing with strength,” she mused.

“But strength alone will never catch a fox.”

For the first time in many years…someone had made a fool of Sukuna.

And rather than anger…he found himself eager for the hunt.

———-

Three days passed before one of Sukuna’s scouts returned. The man collapsed upon one knee, breathless from the journey.

“My lord,” he panted. “We have found the culprit.”

Sukuna raised his gaze. “Speak.”

“There is an abandoned outpost to the west. The men stationed there have neither perished nor fled, yet none possess command of their own senses. They wander as if they are enchanted.”

The scout hesitated. “The woman dwelling there bids every traveller welcome.

A faint smile tugged at Sukuna’s lips. “A woman?”

“So it would seem, my lord.”

He rose without another word. No army. This matter belonged to him alone.

———-

The western outpost was hidden beyond the cedar forest where even birds dared not to sing.

Had it truly been you, you would already know he was coming.

You always did.

Decades had passed since the first encounter, yet never once had he succeeded in catching you. You appeared only when it pleased you, vanished when you grew bored, and delighted in leaving chaos in your wake.

It was never your beauty that lingered within his memory.

He had seen queens fairer than moonlight reduced to ash beneath his feet.

It was your insolence.

You alone possessed the audacity to laugh in his face, rob his soldiers blind, and disappear before his blade could so much as graze your sleeve.

No mortal nor spirit had ever toyed with him so shamelessly.

That alone made you… memorable.

As twilight settled over the mountains, the abandoned outpost came into view. The gates stood open. Oil lanterns glowed warmly within.

Almost inviting.

Several soldiers sat scattered throughout the courtyard. Each wore the same foolish smile. One hummed quietly to himself.

Another stared dreamily into an empty sake cup.

“They still breathe,” Sukuna observed to himself quietly. “How merciful of thee.”

Soft laughter drifted through the evening air. “My, my…”

“I had hoped more would come.” A woman’s voice sung, as sweet as honey.

Sukuna followed the sound toward the garden.

There, beside a weathered koi pond, knelt a young woman clad in robes of white and red. Her long hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, while moonlight kissed porcelain skin.

She looked up at him with wide, shimmering eyes. “Oh…”

She gasped softly. “Thank the heavens.”

She hurried toward him, her expression painted with practiced distress. “Good sir, you must help me.”

“My companions have abandoned me. I fear there are evil spirits within these woods.”

She stumbled just enough to fall against his chest. “I know not where else to—”

Sukuna did not move. “You have improved.”

The woman’s lips curved. “My lord?”

“The voice, the performance, and face” He lowered his gaze to meet hers.

“But thy eyes remain the same.” For a heartbeat, silence lingered.

Then…

You laughed.

Not the timid laugh of a frightened maiden. But the bright, mischievous laughter he had not heard in decades.

Foxfire shimmered around your feet. Golden light danced across the garden as illusions melted away like morning mist.

Though you retained the form of a beautiful woman, the disguise no longer sought to deceive him.

A pair of white fox ears emerged through your hair. Behind you swayed five magnificent tails, their silken fur glowing beneath the moon.

“I wondered how long it would take you.”

Sukuna folded his arms. “I knew before you opened your mouth.”

“How disappointing.” You sighed dramatically. “I spent hours perfecting this face.”

“It suits you.”

“Wow, a compliment from the great Lord Sukuna,” you teased.

“It was an observation.”

You smiled knowingly. “So cold.”

“And yet you came alone,” you maintain eye contact.

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Would you have preferred I sent soldiers?”

“I prefer they remain alive.” She gestured toward the enchanted men scattered throughout the outpost.

“I merely borrowed their treasures.”

“You humiliated me once more,” he crossed his arms.

“They stole from a village that offered them shelter.”

Silence settled once more.

“So…we disagree as usual,” you said at last, tilting your head. “Are you here to kill me then?”

“If I intended it…” Sukuna stepped forward “…you would already be dead.”

You stepped closer instead of retreating. “So you have missed me,” a devious smile.

His eyes narrowed. “Do not mistake curiosity for affection.”

“Mmm…I shall continue mistaking it.”

For the first time in years, someone laughed directly in Sukuna’s face.

Again.

You turned on your heel, foxfire swirling around your feet. “Oh, General…”

“If you truly wishest to catch me…”

You glanced over one shoulder, a playful smile dancing upon your lips.

“…then stop chasing my shadows.” The flames erupted, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard.

When the light faded…you was gone.

Only a single white fox tail hair drifted through the night air before landing at Sukuna’s feet.

He picked it up between two fingers.

The faintest smile touched his lips. “So be it…run while you can.”

Hey all! So, recently I have decided that I am not comfortable with writing smut if you make a request. Especially if it's on anon. Im so sorry.

I have no problem writing regular x reader though!!

I still write light smut here and there on my blog, just not for requests. I hope you all can understand and I do apologize.