#pine posts

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Eons ago Sukuna met his downfall in the venom of his true love. Betrayed by his one and only was the one way that the jujutsu sorcerers were able to chop off his fingers and seal him away for a time. Now that he has awoken, so has his love. But this is a new era, and Angel has no intention of loving a monster.

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A/n; I'm giving the y/n a nickname (Angel!) bc writing y/n drives me nuts lmao. Otherwise they're gn, and as self-insertable as you can get :D also yea yea 'bride' is gendered but y/n is like a legend at this point of course they heterosexualized the story of Sukuna and his love.

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They woke with a start, air burning their lungs. They opened their eyes up to blue skies, fleecy clouds, grass tickling their arms and legs. A bee landed on their nose, and they sneezed loudly.

They stretched, feeling the sun sink into their pores. The grass stirred as their wings lifted slowly, shaking gently from the strain of being used after so long. Their wings curled up, resting against their back. They were in a forest, that much was obvious.

“Uhm,” someone said. They quickly sat up, locking eyes with two youths and a panda.

“Panda, how hard did you hit the shrine?” The green haired girl snapped.

“Salmon,” sighed the boy, pulling out his phone and beginning to type rapidly.

“Not that hard! Sheesh!” The panda shouted, hopping from foot to foot in a panic.

Laughter bubbled up in their throat, amused by the youths. They stood, brushing a bug from the simple white garment they wore.

“We don’t know if it’s a threat,” the green haired girl said, stepping back into a fighting stance and unsheathing her blade.

“Bonito flakes,” the boy said.

“Why didn’t you text Yaga?” The girl groaned.

“Yaga?” They spoke, tilting their head to the side. They didn’t know anyone by that name. Come to think of it, the last thing they remembered was…

Smoke filled air, their left wing torn off, useless in the ashes surrounding them and Sukuna. The king of curses cackling madly as they embraced him, skin burning from the wicked energy burning endlessly. A rising feeling of revulsion as they leaned in, preparing to brush their lips against Sukuna’s throat.

“You’re mine,” Sukuna purred. They opened their mouth, and bit down savagely.

“Oh? Who’s this?” A man with a blindfold asked. They jumped, knowing for sure that he wasn’t there just moments before. The man raised his hand in a gesture of peace.

“Satoru Gojo, and you are?” He asked.

“I’m…hm,” they shifted their wings uncomfortably. “I don’t…remember?”

“Well, that sure is unfortunate. How did my dear sweet students find an amnesiac at an ancient shrine with angel wings?” Satoru asked, turning to the three.

“Salmon,” the boy said.

“Toge!” Panda said, dragging his paws down his face.

“Ah, it’s all good. I really don’t think the elders give a damn about some rock,” Satoru said, waving the bear’s panicked expression away.

“Although, Yaga might feel otherwise,” he said offhandedly, causing the panda to collapse in despair.

“Anyways! Sorry for ignoring you,” Satoru said, clapping his hands together as he turned back to them.

“These are jujutsu high’s second year students. Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, and Panda. Do you really not remember your name?” He asked.

“No,” they confirmed. Satoru tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment.

“We’ll just have to call you Angel then! Don’t you guys agree?” he asked, beaming at the students.

“Shouldn’t they get a choice on their name?” Maki grumbled.

“Angel is fine,” they said, stepping away from the shrine. They glanced back, gazing at the rock and earth they must’ve sprung from. They turned their gaze back to the four standing in front of them. Their future laid ahead, surely.