𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐄 / jujutsu kaisen x reader anthology

𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ✧ 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

pairing : ryomen sukuna x curse!reader
word count : 552
prompt : "Did it ever occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?"
gwyn's note : you have handed me a concept and told me to commit violence with it and i shall indeed. Basically the idea for this was Sukuna's s/o and a fellow curse was in part almost exorcized in order to antagonize him out or something like that? Lowkey this is a continuation of the fic "breezeblocks" but shhhh. also sukuna angst in general, fucking scrumptious I love it please send me all the sukuna angst this is so cryptic and kinda lazy but i did my best with the smooth thing that is calling itself my brain.

It was strange, out of all the emotions you could have been feeling it wasn't sadness it wasn't anger or hate, rather there was simply nothing. You'd heard someone once describe the opposite of love not as hatred, but rather as indifference. Perhaps that was what it was now. Indifference, indifference to the pain in your cut as the blade that had embedded itself into your gut nothing but a dull sensation in comparison to the symphony of chaos that surrounded you.

It was far from enough to exercise your being, and with a hiss you pulled the blade from its sheath in your gut. It was excruciating, the place wasn't a simple straight edge, no it was rigged, like the end of an arrow and pulling it out meant tugging each one of those dreaded ridged from the depths of your being from where they had embedded themselves. Blood poured from your wounds, staining your white kimono scarlet as the blade fell from your hand, and you stumbled forward. Even now, your thoughts were not of yourself, rather fixated on one singular being in a fervent desperation to secure his safety.

Sukuna was strong, he wouldn't fall with ease, but that didn't mean it was impossible. Because your dear lover, that was truly the only word that wasn't one of cruelty you had to describe the curse, was for all his power and pride, a foolish thing at times. Unable to see humanity in the brilliance and credit they perhaps deserved, and if a king cannot see the power of his people then he won't see the axe until it's at his neck and the crown stolen from his head.

Oh dear gods Ryomen..." you sighed, a singular tear traced its way down your face, it was a simple matter, but to think that the corpse before you had once been The King of Curses only brought sorrow to your being. His fingers were cut and the body while strong lay cold. The shamans had left it for a moment, a singular moment as it had been bound in seal after seal, the bloodshed of the slaughter around you a fitting carpet for such an occasion. They wouldn't have seen you any how, even with all the eyes in the world somethings will forever be unseen and you had long since resigned yourself to that fate.

"Did it ever occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?" You murmured, reaching out to cup his face, only to be burned away by the seals. There were so many, countless enchantments and curses piled on one after the other in some foolhardy attempt to keep the inevitable at bay. You wanted to laugh, how naive you'd been, to think it was impossible for this day to come until it was too late. "I would have been more than happy to rot in the same thing that gives me strength if it meant you might live. To die out of what brought me into this world would have been a fitting punishment, but to know that it is because of my own failings that brought around your demise, is far, far worse. I seem to be constantly over or underestimating humanity, never can I simply estimate it, and neither could you."