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lemurious · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ancient History RPF, Classical Greece and Rome History & Literature RPF, Dialogues - Plato Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Agathon / Pausanias, Alkibiades | Alcibiades (c. 450-404 BCE)/Sokrates | Socrates (c. 469-399 BC), (mentioned) - Relationship, Agathon & Alcibiades Characters: Agathon (c. 448-400 BCE), Pausanias (fl. 445-395 BCE), Sokrates | Socrates (c. 469-399 BC), Alkibiades | Alcibiades (c. 450-404 BCE) Additional Tags: Plato's Symposium reimagined, Theater - Freeform, Memory, Guilt, Agathon writes a play, Alternate History, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst Summary:

Alternate history, in which Agathon wrote a play on the events of the Symposium during his stay in Macedon, while being haunted by memories of both the living and the dead. And then returned to Athens to put it on stage for the Lenaia.

#lemur writes #my fics #lemur classicus #alcibiades #socrates #agathon #symposium reimagined #playing fast and loose with history #(but timing is just plausible)#unrequited love and all sorts of guilt #what do you do when dionysus is expecting to be invited into your house #will return to regularly scheduled rome and tolkien soon

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lunarrolls · 4 days

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listen so closely to me i think liliana temult is a fascinating character and she’s really fun to examine morally but also nothing will ever come fucking close catharsis-wise to watching ashton and orym fucking cross examine her ass in episode 92. the sexiest shit i’ve ever seen “your worst fear is probably my worst fear, and i think we just got a little sample (my worst fear came true because you weren’t fast enough, what will you do when it’s her head on the line?)” and “keep wrestling (you must bear the weight of their deaths on your conscience and know it will never be enough for what you took from me)” like holy SHIT you guys

#cr #cr3 #cr spoilers #liliana temult #ashton greymoore #orym #like. imogen was 100% valid for telling them to step the fuck off but also i lowkey just wanna see them scream at her #ashton and orym buried their families because of people like this woman #they have both killed people like this woman. misguided and lost and selfish people. but people nonetheless #they have borne that blood on their hands and neither of them have stopped wrestling with it because they know how much it hurts #so for liliana to constantly play fast and loose with her only daughter. to leave her husband a husk of himself.#of course it strikes home for them. ashton was that kid. orym was that husband. different circumstances #but it stings all the same. it’s insane. it’s SO good though #ONCE AGAIN. IMOGEN IS SO FAIR FOR TELLING THEM TO PLEASE NOT PUSH HER MOM OFF THE CLIFF OF FULL VILLAINY AGAIN #but ooouhjhhggggh #roll history

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existentialcrisisetcetera · 4 months

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kratos canonically fought in the trojan war (1194-1184 BC) and the battle of thermopylae (480 BC).

this is yknow a 700 year gap so im gonna say it's implied that kratos was actually fighting in wars in the guise of a mortal soldier while being the god of war for those 700 years, which is pretty cool and an implication that it took a Lot longer for zeus to finally kill him than was previously believed.

alsp bc itd be funny, im thinking the entirety of kratos swearing his life to ares, killing his family, GOW ascension and GOW I happened during the odyssey bc can you fucking imagine being odysseus, getting lost for ten years and by the time you get back you find out that young spartan general you met one time who also thought agamemnon was a bitch Killed Ares and is now the god of war

#kratos #god of war #yes i know gow plays fast and loose with history but i find that trying to line them up with real history is pretty fun #did you know a Massive earthquake hit sparta in 464BC that destroyed most of sparta and caused massive damage to the rest of greece too?

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ladyphlogiston · 4 months

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Dear script writer: the daughter of a Viscount is not a commoner. I don't know what you were thinking.

#Dear fic author #bridgerton #I know Bridgerton plays fast and loose with history #But I'm pretty sure this was just a mistake #Marrying a prince wouldn't be particularly above her station either

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sarcasticdolphin · 7 months

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Hii, i wanted to ask your opinion :)

in sisi (2021) s2 when marie saved baby rudolf from the abusive nannys and franz misunderstood her of trying to hurt the baby and threatened to severely punish her, he later understood the truth but if he didn't get to know the truth do you think franz would have carried on with the threat, what do you think he would have done, would he merely send her away from court or do something more severe?

A quick caveat before I start - I have good access to season 1 but very poor access to season two, so this will reflect that.

Also a note on Sisi(2021) as a show - it's more of a show that values storytelling over historical accuracy, and in particular I have some gripes with how it sanitizes the misogyny of that time period in particular. As it takes more of a storytelling route as opposed to a historical accuracy one, I'm going to go with that to a degree.

First, the factors that need to be considered:

FJ's prior actions and general characterization: We see FJ punish Grunne for stopping him from striking a soldier who had disrespected FJ by having him beaten. Of note, Grunne is both a Count and one of very few people that FJ might just about call his friend. On the counterpoint though, the context was military.

FJ in general shows several times (starting with the executions that open episode one) that he's certainly not what one would call a lenient emperor and likes to project an image of strength. The show seems to be going the route of portraying FJ as a bit of a tyrant and then having him become a better ruler and less tyrannical under the influence of his wife.

Marie's Status: Marie seems to be somewhat based on Countess Marie Larsich, but with a few differences. The series' Marie is younger than Marie Larsich was when she became one of Sisi's ladies, and she's the daughter of a dead prostitute who was an accessory to treason. Marie Larsich was also the illegitimate daughter of one of Sisi's brothers. The series' Marie is very much utterly alone in the world - Sisi is basically all has.

The Crime: The Austro-Hungarian had a couple different versions of treason, but critically here the one that involved the Emperor was very specifically limited to trying to kill the Emperor himself. It didn't even cover the Empress. So there is no way this gets called treason, even if FJ thinks Marie is trying to kill Rudolf.

And now, onto some questions:

Would FJ let Marie explain? I don't think so. We've seem him be very quick to punish people (Grunne), and doing something that would harm the fragile and young Crown Prince, the Emperor's only son, seems to be the type of thing that would get a pretty quick reaction from FJ as opposed to anything else.

What would happen to Marie then? Well on the bright side she can't be charged with treason and Rudolf is fine. I'm not going to do a deep dive into Austro-Hungarian law regarding the age of criminal responsibility etc, but she's young enough that I think execution is off the table. What I would expect to happen is something along the lines of her being sent to a nunnery or the like, with any attempted intercession by Elisabeth only being able to change which nunnery rather than the fact that Marie is going to a nunnery. It is essentially a sentence of life in prison. I do think there would also be punishment for the people who were supposed to be supervising Rudolf as well.

All that being said, if word of it got out then FJ might do something harsher - I don't know if it would be harsher on Marie herself (mostly on account of her age), but I do think it would be harsher on those that should have been supervising Rudolf.

#this was done quickly and with pretty minimal research #mostly just my opinion #which given that the series plays fast and loose with history #in many ways #feels appropriate #there would also be an argument that ends #with Marie institutionalized #thank you for the ask #I'm writing this late at night so I hope all my thoughts make sense

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bibliocratic · 2 years

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Ok ok oK but what if in s2 Lucius Spriggs (obviously alive angst where) turns out to be related to noted historical pirate Francis Spriggs.

Lucius is super embarrassed about it. Spriggs Snr. is either a raging piratical asshole or, much more fun, very affectionate and boastful of his pride and joy. My boy, taking after his old man! And you draw - what an artist you are, such skill! And are these your chums, you'll have to introduce me!

Black Pete immediately starts just sweating.

#omfd #lucius spriggs #our flag means death #look the show already plays fast and loose with whatever history there is #why not throw in the whole ham

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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Her Feet Beneath Her Petticoat, romance

Her Feet Beneath Her Petticoat by Angela Acker

In her first London season, Elinor Carstairs enchanted the Earl of Ashby, but her father's death forced her to leave town before any intentions could be declared, leaving the Earl nothing to remember her by except one lost shoe.

When Elinor becomes a ward of her aunt, she is treated like a servant, forced to serve as a maid to her nearly identical cousin, Isabella. Elinor remains hidden away while Isabella goes into society, and her cousin attracts the attention of none other than the Earl of Ashby--who believes her to be Elinor. Isabella will do anything to continue the deception, and Elinor is forced to keep her true identity hidden as her cousin romances the man she loves. But as the Earl grows more suspicious, Elinor's lost shoe may be the key to unraveling this question of identity.

#imaginary book recs #answered asks #teabooksandsweets #stumbled on this one in a list of heyer readalikes #and the cinderella angle came as a delightful surprise #a light bright and sparkling retelling in the best heyer tradition #plays a little fast and loose with history but it's all in good fun #elinor's sweet without being saccharine #isabella's a fine austenesque villain #and the earl is an adorable little idiot #and i kind of loved how the story made use of the false bride trope #never realized how well that slotted into cinderella #it's rare that a retelling makes me rethink a fairy tale like that #much less one that's not even marketed as a retelling #good fun and i'm glad to have the chance to talk about it #(out of character for a bit: i loved this title from the moment it came in)#(it's so unique and evocative)#(but then i'd try to apply it to a plot and found myself stumped)#(until i finally came upon the cinderella angle and it fell into place)#(thanks for the wait)#(which i should say to everyone in this game)#(the imaginary book recs do not come on a prompt schedule unfortunately)#(one must be in the appropriate mood with the appropriate amount of imagination and time)

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groundcontrol21 · 1 year

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For the sneecember prompts-Dec 16th for Jonathan and Sarah?

You're not the only one who had this request; @perfectpaperbluebirds asked for it too! Hopefully both of you enjoy! Happy December 16th!!

(For context, this is practically how Sarah and Jonathan meet)

“Is the conversation really so boring for you, Lindsay?”

The man in question startled awake, snapping upright from his doze so quickly his knee cracked against the wooden coffee table, rattling it slightly. “Apologies,” he said quickly, rubbing hastily at his eye. “My apologies. Walton’s speech, of course, is as riveting as ever.”

It was clear the others in attendance picked up on the same subtle note of wry sarcasm as Sarah had, for a smattering of laughter rippled through the company seated at the table, before Walton returned to his belabored point with a thin-lipped scowl. Sarah could not say she blamed Lindsay; the day’s article in The Spectator which they were all gathered round to discuss was truly fascinating, but Walton’s round-about loquaciousness could make even the most compelling topic as dull as an unsharpened blade.

Even as much as she did not begrudge Lindsay the soporific prowess of Walton’s discourse, she could not help the little stinging nettle of bitterness which settled within her when she remembered Lindsay had similarly drifted off while she was offering her observations earlier. Though she liked the man, it was less the fact that he in particular had nodded off while she was speaking which bothered her, but rather the fact that any one of these fellows had. Sarah had just started coming to these coffeehouse sessions, all-but dragged there initially by the over-excited Kitty, but she quickly found herself craving the approval of the group more than she cared to admit. She liked, nay, she loved it here, where the men cast aside title and rank and the women spoke just as surely at their turns as they did, and Sarah desperately, desperately hoped that she fit.

When at last the discussions had concluded for the day, Sarah was stopped before she departed by Lindsay himself, sounding a good deal more awake than he had at any point earlier.

“Ms. Talbot!” he called to her. “I would like to apologize if I was a bit… inattentive while you were speaking today. I assure you it was no statement on the quality of your observations, which were astute as always.”

Sarah felt her cheeks color a tad and she smiled at the unexpected sincerity of the compliment. “Oh, it’s quite alright. I–”

Lindsay cut her off with a powerful sneeze, barely reigned under control with his handkerchief. “heh’TSCHOOO!” He wiped his nose with a neat pinch and then tucked the handkerchief back in his breast pocket. “Apologies, I’m afraid that’s the reason why.” He sniffled, his nose already turning pink, and somehow managed to make it all sound contrite. “I appear to be coming down with something and it’s making me exhausted.”

Sarah’s heart fell a bit at the admission, and fell still further as she took in the slight pallor of his cheeks, the darkness beneath his eyes, all these subtle signs of incipient illness which she was just noticing. “You certainly look it.”

As soon as the words left her lips, Sarah clasped her hand over her mouth with a strangled little gasp, but Lindsay forestalled the development of her panic with an appeasing hand, outstretched. “Peace, peace!” he said with a warm little chuckle. “I know what you meant. And it’s quite nice, sometimes, to know your appearance matches how wretched you feel on the inside.” He winked. “Gets you a bit of sympathy.”

“And it’s quite the worst when it is the other way around!” Sarah exclaimed, nodding. “Many times I am in such pain and I appear healthy, but I get no sympathy from anyone.”

Instantly, Sarah felt supremely foolish for having been so quick to share information which, by all rights, was the interest of no one else but her, the doctor, and the chambermaid. She opened her mouth to apologize, shame pooling hotly in the pit of her stomach, when Lindsay surprised her again by speaking softly, the corners of his lips pulling down into a unfeigned frown.

“Well, for that I’m truly sorry,” he said, and he genuinely sounded it. He held Sarah’s gaze intently for a moment more, before his eyelids fluttered and he groped madly to retrieve his handkerchief again. “Heh’RSHHH’uhh! Heh’KSHHH!” The first he missed slightly, but the second he was able to capture primly in his handkerchief. He cleared his throat. “Oh, excuse me.”

“You’re here apologizing to me,” Sarah said with a little smile, feeling bold enough to tease the man a bit, “and yet did you not fall asleep while Walton was speaking as well as me? I haven’t seen you apologize to him.”

Lindsay made a dismissive noise and gave his handkerchief a wave before tucking it away. “It’ll be good for his ego, I think. Make him reconsider that what he says in a thousand words most men can say in five.”

Sarah laughed. “I’m very glad that you and I are of the same mind in that.”

Lindsay grinned and nodded. “Or women,” he added, voice taking on a serious note. “I daresay you and Ms. Longfellow reliably have the best contributions. Concise, and yet full of things to consider.”

“Thank you.” Sarah felt herself blush floridly this time, and she cursed the knowledge that this was the truth of what she had been so desiring from these meetings: to hear that her contributions were not only acknowledged but appreciated. A bit shyly, she added, “I’ve very much enjoyed coming to these past few meetings.”

“And I hope you continue to come,” Jonathan replied before turning to the side to release a sneeze. “Ihhh’TSCHHH! Oh…” He pressed his handkerchief to his mouth as he gave a few ticklish, rasping coughs. “Though I can’t say whether I’ll see you at the next one.” He sniffled morosely. “I have a bad feeling, what with how quickly this is coming on, I’ll be laid up in bed for at least a week.”

Sarah made a sympathetic sound in the back of her throat. “Well, then, you shouldn’t stay here any longer!”

Lindsay nodded, his eyes going hazy. “Hhh’RSHHHH’hhh! Snf!” When he spoke again, his voice already carried a tinge of gathering congestion. “Always a pleasure, Ms. Talbot.” He gave a slight, courteous bow in her direction, before smiling a bit cheekily and adding, “And if I return from my sickbed and find you absent from these meetings, I will be very disappointed.”

Sarah gave her own smile in reply. “I’ll be here,” she said emphatically. “That I can promise.”“Well then, I hope I see you again sooner rather than l-later. Hehhh’TSHHH!” Lindsay cleared his throat draggingly, with a wince. “For both our sakes.”

#for you historians out there: yes the spectator was a real thing #and yes it was published in 1711-1712 #and YES sarah and jonathan are 1750s #but i play fast and loose with history (sometimes) when it's a snz fic #that said #the world needs so much more historic snz fic #my writing #ocs: jonathan and sarah #december prompt fill #prompt fill #answered asks

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quill-pen · 1 year

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Oh, no....

Brain: So, like... you know how in Victorian times, people had to read for entertainment? Me: Mm-hmm. Brain: I mean, like, they didn't even have radio yet or anything! Me: Yup, that's true. Brain: And, like, I know they were still a number of things to do for entertainment, but reading was the main source of media-type entertainment, you know? Me: Yes, I'm aware. Brain: Well... you know the variety of books in the 19th century would be different than what you're used to, too. Me: Yeah, I figured--where are you going with this? Brain: Well... you know... you're not gonna be able to fall back on The Lord of the Rings as a book for people to read. ... It wasn't even written yet. Me:... SONUVABITCH!!!

#fanfiction #writing #time period #period drama #victorian england #history #history both baffles and intrigues me #it also infuriates me when it comes to writing historical-ish pieces #this is what i mean when i say I'll be playing fast and loose with the victorian time period #yay--more research...

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madseance · 5 months

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"waaaah the special effects are cheesy" "waaaah they play fast and loose with history" "waaaah it's full of progressive ideas" IT'S DOCTOR WHO BITCH do you go to an Italian restaurant and complain that there's pasta and tomatoes

#boring dudes on the internet: why is this basket full of bread #me: (stuffing breadsticks in my face as fast as I can)#fynn posts #doctor who

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huicitawrites · 9 months

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Patiently Craving

Yandere! Sukuna x Reader

warnings: major jjk spoilers (non/manga readers, or manga readers not up to date), assault, yandere behaviour

word count: 4k

It has been a long, arduous, night of study- you and Yuuji stayed up past twelve to finish a history group work. Jujutsu history homework was no easy task, for there were various curses, clans, battles, cursed techniques, and objects to recall. Still, the two of you managed to push through with the blessed help of some energy drinks and snacks.

Yuuji sighed as he carried over a blanket to your form that was passed out on the couch. The pink-haired boy felt a little bit guilty; he should be the one sleeping on the couch. It was common courtesy that he should lend you his bed if you were staying over at his dorm.

But you insisted, and ever so persistent, Yuuji could not get past you. So now here he was, gently placing down a blanket over your form to keep you warm.

The blanket was slowly descending when it happened again.

For just a second, an extremely dangerous second, Yuuji’s body shook. His face contorted uncontrollably, his eyebrows trembled, and a wicked grin plastered itself. Out of his own bodily command, Yuuji’s eyes widened and the hidden eyelids in his cheekbones popped open.

The monster threatened to come out.

But then, Itadori Yuuji’s contained him, again.

Yuuji’s hand had tossed the blanket. He bent over to pick it up. His lips were tight against each other and he flared his nostrils to get a good breath of air. He opened his mouth wide and as he exhaled, he tried to let his body loose and ignore the stiffness of his muscles. He settled the blanket on you, and this time, he was hesitant to touch your body or get any closer.

His face showed despair and signs of concern, and his heartbeat fast and climbed in his throat.

He was afraid, but he better not show, not let the monster know. Yet Yuuji knew of such to be naive, for the curse is one with his body, a parasite- and Yuuji is his vessel.

“Don’t be a fool.” A voice, deep, rumbly, and cunning spoke. Its words laced with the venom of mockery as a soft, condensing, chuckle vibrated after.

A voice, a tone, Yuuji was familiar with. The one he despised the most, Sukuna Ryomen.

He glares down with his four eyes from the comfort of his skull-throne, a tall phantom tori-gate framing his body and painting him in a royal manner- The King of Curses, of course.

Itadori clicked his tongue and blew air against his lips his eyebrows, furrowed, and with much annoyance he faced his enemy forth.

“What do you want, Sukuna?”

He is not scared to say his name, if anything, he is tired of saying it. He spits it out without any hint of respect, the King's antics have grown old and bothersome on him. Sukuna’s grin twists into a cheshire smile and he scrutinizes Yuuji with his hellish crimson irises.

“You know well what I want,” His head cocks to the side and lands on his clawed palm, the other set of fingers tapping rhythmically on the throne’s armrest.

Usually, Yuuji tries to keep his cool. The pink-haired boy is aware of the manipulative tactics and shenanigans of the curse, so he knows better than to give in and be played by his words to physically maintain him at bay.

Albeit, this is not the case, not when it is about the life of a friend. More so when it is about his unexpected and inexplicable obsession, he has with you. Yuuji does not know how or why, but you have caught the eye of Sukuna.

“Fuck you,” Yuuji spat at him, and Sukuna simply laughed, “I will never let you, ever.” Yuuji looked up at him to challenge him, meeting his piercing stare with one of his own dark eyes.

Sukuna’s cheeks puffed, only to explode into wild laughter. Yuuji simply stand still, tall, and straight- unfazed. He must not lose his cool, not let him grasp the reigns.

He must not take over, not with you here so close and vulnerable.

Surely, people have priorly done this- the feat of impressing the King. Gojo, who is the strongest and Sukuna's biggest threat, and Megumi for some reason Yuuji has not yet deciphered. In any case, it is their power and potential that beckons Sukuna, and which made them appear worthy, he guessed.

With you- it is completely different. You are not a particularly strong sorcerer; you are at the same level as him and Kugisaki. You also lack any inherited technique. heavenly pact or extraordinary mumbo-jumbo from the jujutsu world.

And yet- you caught his interest. Somehow, your presence grew on Sukuna. At first Yuuji did not notice, for it was subtle. Like a little gut-feeling whenever he was around you, like he could suddenly feel Sukuna paying attention and listening with keen ears,

After a while, it became more obvious, but not obvious enough. If Yuuji happened to walk away from you, be it because he was heading somewhere else or something, his body protested. His legs became a bit heavier, and his torso and shoulders tried slightly to twist in your direction. Even further- Sukuna's mouth began to pop out randomly but in your presence. Sometimes, the curse would tease you or mock you, or smile wickedly at you- all which made Yuuji apologize profusely.

The last, most prominent, bright red flag which slapped Yuuji into the implications of Sukuna's undivided attention occurred in a mission two months ago. The four of you had been sent to exterminate a couple of small grade curses, and unfortunately the lot of you miscalculated the situation. A special-grade curse, a cursed womb to be precise, rose within the shadows and overwhelmed the team. Yuuji was out of breath, Kugisaki had only a few nails left and Fushiguro had already spent more than half his arsenal, and you were far from them, snatched by the throat by the curse. You were passing out on its claws as you thrashed through your last breath. Yuuji recalls vividly how your writhing form made the curse inside of him snap.

Itadori was surprised to find himself detached from his body as he watched from a spectator's standpoint. His body launched at top velocity and obliterated the curse with one swipe of his hand. Merciless, unbound, and wild- yet delicate when he held you. This had never happened before, Sukuna would never help someone else, Yuuji was testimony to that when Sukuna laughed cruelly alongside Mahito at Junpei's tragic predicament.

But there you were, unharmed on his arms, passed out, and Yuuji swore he even felt Sukuna clutch you tighter. Heck, his clawed hand carefully caressed your face and nudged aside the hair strands. Oh, this was fucked up, he realized. So, he did what was entrusted to him, and regained control of his body. Kugisaki and Megumi observed with widened eyes and slacked jaws. The silence between the three of them was loud and spoke volumes. That day the three of them expressed their concerns to their teacher and decided to hide this incident from you- in their version of the tale, Yuuji saved you, which was half-the-truth in the least.

After the incident that almost cost you your life, Sukuna got worse. He was unbearable and unashamed, the curse attempted to take over his body numerous times. Anytime, anywhere. In Jujutsu High, during missions, in the streets even. It was tiresome, but Yuuji would not budge. He even tried to distance himself from you, but your friendly self was too naive to notice.

Each day, Yuuji fights to keep his body to himself and protect you, and Sukuna fights to break free and do whatever he wants with you, which terrified Yuuji.

Yuuji didn't realize how close Sukuna got to him whilst he was lost in thought and memory, but realization had been too late by the time the Cursed King delivered a blow right to his gut. The two-eyed salmon haired coughed in pain and fell to the ground, and his counterpart used this opportunity window to press the sole of his foot on his face, harshly. Yuuji's skull resisted, and the palm of his hands went to both sides of his chest, but he couldn't pick himself a centimeter up. His face was flushed and rubbed onto the mysterious watery floor, and Sukuna chuckled devilishly.

"Just what exactly do you plan to do to stop me? You cannot even pick yourself up, idiotic brat" The force pushing him into the floor got stronger, the foot twisted deeper into his cheek. Yuuji opened his mouth in any way he mustered, but before any words came out of his mouth, Sukuna fully stomped his feet and Yuuji sank into the water.

He woke up on the tatami of his dorm in cold sweat and rushing heartbeat, a dry throat to top it all. '(Y/n)!', Yuuji snapped his head to glance at the coach. He stood up desperately, his legs stumbling, and he fell on the coach's armrest. His own eyes scanned your sleeping form; indeed, you were resting peacefully.

Itadori Yuuji's body collapsed on itself slowly. He fell on his rear, and then tired on his back. He faced the plain ceiling. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. Once he gathered himself, Yuuji glanced out the window and distinguished the light and smooth colors of dawn.

Fuck, it was late.

Naturally, he sought out the clock hanging on his dorm wall and his hand came to his forehead, where it damped. He brought it up his hair before it slid down to cover his eyes, and a series of swear words and curses left his mouth in a hush manner.

Time, he was running out of time.

“Fushigoro?”

Itadori Yuuji asked with a cracked voice. As an answer, he only received the distorted laughs of his friend, Megumi Fushigoro - no, of the curse possessing his friend, Ryomen Sukuna.

‘Fuck, fuck! How could this be?!’

Both you and Yuuji stood frozen in place, shocked. The tables had turned drastically, never had you entertained the thought of Sukuna switching into another vessel, least of all Megumi.

You took a quick glance at Yuuji. He looked heartbroken. Sukuna looked delighted, joyous, ecstatic. He ran his hands on his new hair, feeling the black locks of Fushigoro Megumi.

“Stupid brat, you didn’t really think through our Binding Vow,” he blurted in between laughs, his voice alien to his body as the red eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

“Die.”

You saw Megumi, no, Sukuna, incoming, and you picked up your stance, you looked sideways to Yuuji, and -

“Yuuji!!! Dodge!!!” You cried out for your friend, your arm desperately reaching for him, your body ready to sabotage its survival instincts to push him out of the way.

But you were too slow, and he did not move a muscle. He just stood there and took the powerful blow.

Eyes widened; you saw him spit out blood. With a single blow to the gut, Sukuna blasted Yuuji away, and his body crashed through several buildings, far from your sight.

It is about damn, fucking time. That Itadori brat has had his use, and at this point, he was becoming more of a prison than a vessel. Although dumb, weak, and naive, that brat did only one thing right.

He could restrain him.

Every.single.fucking.time.

Sukuna had tried more than a couple of times to catch you off guard. When you turned around, when you were too focused to notice your surroundings, when you stayed over to sleep at the brat's, when you were too weak and exhausted to fight, or simply anytime Ryomen Sukuna desired.

And each single fucking time, the damn brat stopped him.

But now, now that was a thing of the past. A nuisance he no longer had to deal with. Not as he had the body of Megumi Fushigoro under his control, and with a single punch to the gut, that weakling was done with.

Sukuna laughed, his eyes wide and mad, his pupils dilated, and his toothy grin wicked.

About. Damn. Fucking. Time.

Horror painted a canvas on your face, and despair formed a pit in your chest, but despite it all, you managed to cast a spell. Even with a tight lump inside your throat, you brought your hands together in a seal - your last two fingers crossed each other and the first three touched each other.

“Caladrius!” You conjured a white owl Shinigami big enough to carry you. You grasped its feathers to propel yourself upwards and climb it, but a tough arm grabbed you by the ankle.

“Oh, no, you won’t.”

He pulled you down, and you failed to resist his strength, but you were quick to command the owl to set off on its own. It was more important that it reached Yuuji, for his sake, yours, and Megumi’s - if he was still there, he had to be there, deep down.

With the usurped body of your friend, his black hair thrown back out of his usual hairstyle and sinister signature tattoos invading his skin, the ‘borrowed’ arms went around your waist, and his sharp claws slightly tore the layers of your clothes, prodding at the skin below.

“Do you like my new host, [Y/n]? I sure do; it feels refreshing,” The usurper said nonchalantly in your ear as you struggled against his frame. He chuckled at your struggle, finding it cutely futile if anything.

Sukuna lowered his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. He was slow, painfully so, taking his sweet time in tormenting you.

"So sweet," he whispered in your ear, but blood did not rush to your face nor taint the tips of your ears. No. That intimidating aura, that immeasurable amount of cursed energy so close to you.

You froze.

You could die here and now.

Only when you felt a slim sensation up your neck, dangerously close to your jugular, did you wince. Snapping out of your shocked state, you began to thrash in his hold.

Sukuna merely chuckled; you could feel his chest and abdomen rising and falling against your back. He laughed and laughed, baring his teeth and fangs, his four eyes brimming with joy. He dragged his maniacal display until it ended with a satisfactory sigh. His expression fell, his grin fell flat, and his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t have any idea how much I wanted out from that Itadori brat." the King of Curses sighed.

His arms began to snake around your waist, and his clawed hands grasped your skin. His sharp nails dragged tightly against your skin, leaving a thin reddish trail behind, but you were too focused on his words. “All this time I have been looking at you, woman, my woman. My future queen.” Such a passionate confession would leave anyone stuttering with a mad blush, but this was Ryomen Sukuna, the enemy of all enemies, the worst of curses, a threat to any living being - he couldn’t be serious, this just could not be real.

This was madness.

“You made friends with two weak and idiotic boys, did you know? But I must admit, at least that damn Itadori brat did quite the job in restraining me.” His nails began to feel tighter on your skin and were threatening to tear into you at any moment.

“All this time, I’ve been craving you.” He parted his lips and brought out his tongue, lapping it all the way up your neck. Sukuna relished it - he could taste your fear, and he loved it.

It was addicting.

He continued, “Now, now [Y/N]. If I had to tell you something with all my years of experience, is that I do not like being bothered” The King of Curses could sense people coming, and while he normally enjoyed torturing and murdering his enemies, just for this time he would rather be left alone, with you.

Utilizing the body of the Fushigoro boy, he moved his grasp from your waist and brought them together in a seal, in front of your abdomen - of course, silly, he would not let you go.

"Nue," his deep voice vibrated against your ear, and a wave of cursed energy flooded the area. You shot up your head, and your jaw dropped. Megumi's bird Shinigami had turned into a colossal predator, at least four times its usual size, and it even developed a tail. With the flap of its wings, thunder and lightning surged, attacking the neighboring area around you and Sukuna.

The sight of the beast made you snap out of your haste. You had to do something. Although you were powerless against this demon, Megumi was still there. He was being held prisoner in his own body, but he could break free. If you could just reach out to him, "Megumi! I know you are there! You can snap out of it, just like Yuuji! C'mon Megumi!"

Naively, your eyes sought for eye-contact. Only to see the four red irises of Sukuna, his tattoos shifting along with the grin on his face.

"Megumi? Really? He may be able to hear you, [Y/N], but I assure you, he's not coming back," Sukuna purred, his grip on you tightening. "Don’t make me jealous now, calling out another man’s name... I’d rather you call out mine."

Desperation and fear surged through your veins, but you refused to give in to Sukuna's taunts. Summoning every ounce of courage, you had left, you clenched your fists and glared defiantly at him.

"You're wrong! Megumi is strong, and he won't let you control him forever. I believe in him, and we will find a way to break your hold on him!" You retorted, determination shining in your [e/c] eyes.

Sukuna's laughter filled the air, echoing around you like sinister bells of doom. "Oh, how amusing! Your faith in him is laughable. But I'll humor you, my dear [Y/N]. Let's see how long you can hold on to that hope before I make you mine entirely."

As Sukuna's laughter subsided, you felt a surge of raw energy emanating from him. The air crackled with malevolence as Sukuna prepared to unleash his Nue’s full power. But before he could strike, an unexpected presence intervened.

A figure emerged from the shadows, radiating a powerful aura that seemed to challenge even Sukuna's might. Itadori Yuuji, battered, bruised and with several cuts from the earlier blow, stood tall with a determined glint in his eyes.

"Leave [Y/N] alone, Sukuna! This is between you and me," Yuuji declared, his voice steady despite the pain.

Sukuna's lips curled into a sinister grin. "You still think you can stand up to me, boy? I'll enjoy tearing you apart, scum."

Yuuji's resolve only strengthened. He clenched his fists and channeled every ounce of cursed energy he possessed. "I won't let you hurt [Y/N], and I won't let you get away with what you've done."

Using another set of Megumi’s shikigamis, Sukuna conjured the monster serpent (now, a full, intimidating horned cobra) and it curled tight around you- rendering you immobile as it drained you of your cursed energy.

The battlefield crackled with tension as Sukuna and Yuuji faced each other, locked in an inevitable clash. Meanwhile, you struggled against the shikigami’s tailed hold, trying to summon every ounce of cursed energy within you to break free. The ground trembled beneath your feet as the battle commenced.

It soon became clear that Yuuji was no match for Sukuna's overwhelming power. Despite his valiant efforts, Sukuna's strength and cunning proved to be too much to handle. With a single devastating attack, Yuuji was defeated, lying unconscious on the ground.

“Yuuji!!!” You screamed and tears welled up in your eyes.

Sukuna stood triumphantly over Yuuji's fallen form, a sinister grin stretching across his face. "Pathetic brat," he sneered, "You were never worthy of her attention. But now, she's all mine."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you faced the monstrous curse before you. Sukuna's eyes bore into yours with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and desire. He took a step closer, and you could feel his cursed energy suffocating you.

You clenched your fists, trying to muster the courage to stand up to him. "I'll never be yours, Sukuna," you retorted, your voice wavering and cracking but determined.

Sukuna's grin widened, reveling in your resistance. "Oh, how delightful. The more you resist, the more enticing you become," he said, circling you like a predator eyeing its prey. With a chask of his fingers, the shikigami which held you vanished, and you fell on Sukuna’s arms. One of his clawed and tattooed hands reached out to grasp you by the chin, forcing you into eye-contact and squeezing your cheeks- bringing your lips forward.

Your heart raced with fear, and Sukuna's grin only grew wider. His face inched closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. "My love," he whispered, his voice laced with a possessive edge. “I will not let you escape me. You are mine, [Y/N], and I will gladly be yours " he murmured, pulling you closer to him. Anticipating his actions, you focused your remaining strength in struggling against him. Regardless, Sukuna leaned in and succeeded in sealing his lips against yours.

Ryomen Sukuna kissed you with a passion you would never expect, or experience- a profound hunger and impatience that had been finally sated. A tongue, thick, slimy, and intrusive that relentlessly claimed a pair of lips it had been craving for so long, a desire long fulfilled.

His onslaught was merciless; he wanted more, but when he looked at your flushed face and shut eyes, and attention to your weakening fists against his chest, he chuckled against your lips and broke the kiss. You gasped for air and breathed frantically, as Sukuna admired the trail of saliva that bridged his lips to yours.

"You are mine, [Y/N], and there's no escape. I have been waiting for so long; I have been so patient. I think it’s time I deserved my reward."

His lips peppered and trailed up your neck, climbing across your jaw, past your lips and near your ear. He whispered, hungrily and husky “I’m just so hungry for you.”

A/n: I’ve literally been trying to write this a LONG time ago, and finally broke through! I hope you like a normal dickhead sukuna that is a hard simp for darling. One more sukuna fic that I’ve been saving to go!

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