God! Trueform Sukuna X Famous Tailor! Reader

God! Trueform Sukuna x Famous Tailor! Reader

Summery: The year is 1110 and Lord Sukuna is indeed of Tailor... Word count: 2K Warning: Blood, Killing, True form Sukuna ( he is a warning of his own) tell me If I miss something. A/N: this might be a little series and i had this in my mind after i remember The Blood of stars by Elizabeth Lim two book series (read it if you haven't it's really good) every pic is from pinterest but yeah i hope you like it and don't forget to drink your water pookie 💗😫✌️byeeee

Under the moon's gentle embrace, a geisha graces the stage, adorned in the exquisite elegance of a Susohiki kimono. With each step, the trailing hem sweeps like a whisper over the polished wood floor, a cascade of silk trailing behind her like a river of moonlight.

The Susohiki kimono envelops the stage with its breathtaking beauty under the soft glow of lantern light. Black fabric serves as a canvas for a mesmerizing tapestry of intricate patterns, each stroke a testament to the skilled hands that brought it to life. Gold flowers bloom across the expanse, their petals glinting in the gentle illumination, casting a radiant glow upon the darkness.

At the hem of the kimono, a magnificent tiger prowls amidst a sea of swirling patterns, its form rendered with stunning detail and precision. Its maroon eyes seem to gleam with fierce intensity, capturing the essence of raw power and grace. Against the backdrop of the rich black fabric, the tiger stands as a majestic sentinel, a symbol of strength and majesty.

As the geisha glides gracefully across the stage, her movements like poetry in motion, her gaze occasionally flickers towards Sukuna, the man for whom she performs. Yet, despite her captivating dance, Sukuna's attention seems fixed elsewhere. His expression is one of indifference, his hand idly resting on a plush cushion as his eyes wander over the intricate patterns of her Susohiki kimono.

"Lord Sukuna, is the dance not to your liking?" inquired one of the many men standing behind him, likely someone of importance to the city. However, Sukuna paid little heed to the question, his attention fixed solely on the mesmerizing tiger.

Turning to his servant, Uraume, he declared with disdain, "You lowly filths can no longer entertain me. I am not a Lord; I am a God." His words echoed through the room, shattering the silence with their cold intensity. Sukuna could sense the palpable fear emanating from the men around him, as he surmised that at least five of them had pissed themselves in their terror.

Rising to his full height, Sukuna observed as the men around him swiftly knelt and made way for him to pass. They were fortunate that he didn't choose to end them right then and there. Since arriving in this wretched city, nothing has pleased him—not the food, not the people, not even the opulent houses. He found little interest in the women either, save for the exquisite fabric of their clothing, which somehow managed to captivate him.

"I want to know who made her clothes, and I want them at my disposal in one week," he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of his authority.

The short and unusual figure trailing behind him bowed deeply. "Yes, Sukuna, as you wish," they responded obediently and followed him. 

As the word "demon" pierced the air, a chilling silence descended upon the room, every individual frozen in fear at the audacity of the utterance. But the quiet was shattered by the sickening sound of flesh being sliced, followed by the overwhelming stench of blood permeating the air. Sukuna's anger boiled over, his patience worn thin by the disrespect shown to him.

"WHAT!" he roared, the fury evident in every fiber of his being. With a swift motion, he tore off his upper garments, revealing his muscular frame, four arms, and the intricate markings adorning his forearms. His towering figure seemed to fill the room, his alabaster skin glowing in the dim light, and the ground trembled beneath his immense presence.

"I, with my forgiving heart, was prepared to leave, but your disrespect cannot go unpunished," he bellowed, his voice thundering through the room like a force of nature. "To call me a demon..." he trailed off, his laughter tinged with a dangerous edge.

Seizing the man who had dared not kneel all the way, Sukuna yanked him up by his hair, his grip firm and unyielding. "Who died and made you king, hmm?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly fire.

Sukuna's voice reverberated with a chilling intensity as he addressed the trembling figures before him. "I have been far too kind and tolerable to you all," he declared, his words cutting through the air like a razor-sharp blade. "You have forgotten who I am."

His eyes, ablaze with an ancient fury, bore into each person in the room, leaving no doubt as to the consequences of their actions. The weight of his presence hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of his power and authority.

"You will remember," Sukuna continued, his voice low and menacing, "for I am not to be trifled with. My wrath knows no bounds, and those who dare to defy me will face the full extent of my fury."

As Sukuna's words echoed through the room, a deadly silence fell upon the assembled men. Without warning, he unleashed his wrath upon them with a swift and merciless display of power. With a single flick of his hand, the room erupted into chaos as bodies fell, lifeless and bloodied, their screams silenced forever.

Each man lay slain, a testament to Sukuna's unyielding resolve and the consequences of crossing him. Blood pooled on the floor, staining the once-immaculate surroundings in a macabre tableau of violence and death.

Amidst the carnage, a scream pierced the air, emanating from the stage where the forgotten dancer stood witness to the horror unfolding before her. Sukuna's gaze turned towards her, his expression impassive yet filled with a chilling warning.

"Consider this your warning," he declared, his voice carrying a weight that brooked no argument. "Cross me again, and you will regret it."

With that ominous proclamation, Sukuna turned and left the room, leaving behind a scene of devastation and despair. The dancer trembled in fear, her world forever altered by the encounter with the godlike figure whose wrath knew no bounds.

Dear Y/N,

I trust this message reaches you in the highest of spirits. It is with great urgency and admiration that I extend to you a proposition from Lord Sukuna, whose discerning eye has been captivated by your unparalleled talent in the realm of design.

Lord Sukuna demands—yet respectfully requests—your presence at the shrine palace, where he seeks to enlist your services as his personal designer. Your unique flair and exceptional skill have not gone unnoticed, and he is adamant that your presence will enrich the palace with a newfound splendor.

It is imperative that you understand the gravity of this opportunity. Your contributions will be met with generous compensation and an array of benefits befitting your talents. Lord Sukuna expects nothing short of excellence, and in return, he pledges to provide you with an environment conducive to the realization of your artistic vision.

Your acceptance is not merely desired; it is expected. Lord Sukuna awaits your presence eagerly, and it would be unwise to disregard this summons.

Respectfully and with anticipation,

Uraume

As the letter was handed to you by your servant, you felt a sense of trepidation wash over you. The name "Sukuna" carried weight, known far and wide for his power and influence. Yet, you hesitated to immediately accept the invitation laid out before you.

Sitting in the dimly lit sanctuary of your office, surrounded by sketches and swatches of fabric, you pondered the implications of this offer. Sukuna was no ordinary patron; he was regarded as a deity, a being of immense power and wealth. His reputation preceded him, his four arms and four eyes were a testament to his divine status.

You had heard tales of his lavish lifestyle, his opulent palace, and his insatiable appetite for power and luxury. To refuse him would undoubtedly carry consequences, yet to accept meant entering a world fraught with uncertainty.

But as you considered the letter before you, you couldn't ignore the undeniable allure of the opportunity presented. To serve as Sukuna's personal designer was a chance few could ever dream of—a chance to showcase your talents on the grandest stage imaginable.

With a sigh, you made your decision. Though not without reservations, you knew that to refuse Sukuna would be to deny yourself a chance at greatness. And so, with a steady hand, you penned your acceptance, sealing your fate as one of Sukuna's chosen artisans.

As you prepared to embark on this new chapter of your life, you made sure to tie up loose ends at your shop, entrusting its operation to capable hands. With every order fulfilled and every detail attended to, you felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that your legacy would continue in your absence.

Your servants worked tirelessly to pack your belongings, carefully selecting the many beautiful garments you had crafted over the years. From delicate silk kimonos to intricate embroidered gowns, each piece held a special place in your heart.

When Uraume arranged for your travel accommodations, you were pleasantly surprised. It seemed that Sukuna's organization left nothing for unexpected complications or oversight, ensuring that your journey would be as comfortable as possible.

Dressed in a stunning white kimono adorned with green leaves, you felt a sense of excitement as you prepared to set out on your journey. The fabric flowed gracefully around you—a white bag to go with everything. 

As the journey unfolded, the hours seemed to pass by in a blur. Saying goodbye to your loyal workers and beloved servants was not easy, especially knowing that you would be leaving behind the shop you had poured endless hours into. Yet, deep down, you knew that you were leaving it in capable hands, and that thought brought you some comfort.

Sitting on the carriage as it rumbled along the road, you took out your papers and pen, ready to sketch new designs for your new employer. But without knowing anything about his preferences or even his appearance beyond mere rumors, the task proved to be a challenge. You found yourself grappling with uncertainty, unsure of where to begin or what direction to take.

As the carriage came to a halt, you glanced out of the small window and realized that you had arrived at your destination, the shrine palace where Lord Sukuna awaited your presence.

As you stepped out of the carriage, you were greeted by the sight of towering trees and breathtaking scenery stretching out before you. The lush greenery surrounded you, casting dappled shadows in the soft sunlight. In front of you, a grand staircase stretched upward, seemingly endless in its ascent.

At the foot of the stairs stood a figure, small in stature but radiating an undeniable presence. Their short white hair contrasted strikingly against the vibrant green backdrop, and the splash of red in their attire added a bold accent to the scene. Clad in exquisite clothing, they stood with an air of elegance and poise, their demeanor commanding attention despite their diminutive size.

As you approached, the figure addressed you with a quiet yet firm voice. "Welcome, Lady Y/N. Lord Sukuna is waiting. This way," they said, gesturing towards the grand staircase with a graceful sweep of their hands. 

With a nod of acknowledgment, you followed the figure up the imposing staircase, your anticipation building with each step. As you ascended, you couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of your surroundings, the majesty of the palace, evident in every detail.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the figure led you down a corridor lined with intricately carved doors, each one hinting at the luxury that lay beyond. They stopped at a particular door and turned to you once more. "Your belongings will be transferred to your private chambers," they informed you, their voice calm and reassuring.

"Lord Sukuna will expect to see you at dinner," they informed you in a composed tone, their demeanor remaining professional yet courteous.

With a nod of understanding, you watched as they retreated down the corridor, leaving you alone in front of your chamber door. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you reached out and turned the handle, stepping into the sanctuary of your new living quarters.

Process so far, I'm scared to render the clothes 😭

XOXO, YOUR BIGGEST FAN

As per the results for my vote, here it is! But I never said it wasn't going to be angst~~~

Please leave a comment! It'll gimme motivation to score well in my exams swear UwU

I saw you and I just knew, one day you'd be my man. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his suave talent on the screen, for the thefts of more than hundreds of drama fans’ hearts everywhere, for his signature shark grin and trademark tattoos.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his lead role in the fantasy series Malevolent Shrine, directed by his half brother Kamo Choso, together with the uprising star Gojo Satoru.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for the tragedy that ruined his life forever and kidnapped him within its dark, depressive grasp to never let him go and completely vanish from the public eye.

I'd kill for you, over and over, I will and could and can. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna’s name was once known to cause crazed stampedes at any store, restaurant or mall he blessed with his presence, but now when he walked hunched and slumped into his stained sweatshirt barely anybody batted an eye at the man who was more dead than alive now.

Ryomen Sukuna's figure was formerly spotted immediately everywhere he went, especially with YOU, his dearest darling angel at his side, a magnet attracting eager, frenzied paparazzi and die hard fans. He couldn't have been more proud to show you in all your glory off to the crowd, to lay claim on you and just prove his undying love for you in front of everyone…once upon a time.

Ryomen Sukuna's expression of easy, lazy smirking from his acting days officially disappeared to be replaced by a face with an emptiness that rivaled the void and had completely forgotten any other emotion long before everyone saw the photo at his final interview on a subject he had no wish to talk about: you and your death.

I know she's hurting us, but don't worry, I've got a plan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna whose answer to the Jujutsu Tech Weekly’s question of what he regretted most was turning down directors Jogo and Hanami’s offer to collaborate in a movie together, but really? He regretted ever convincing you to stop hiding your secret marriage and step into the limelight with him.

Ryomen Sukuna who can boast about his natural acting talent, charisma and success with all the proof in the world to back it up, but he would never say he was one for observance, not after he missed all the signs of an obsessive, insane stalker tailing after him and his precious, pretty wife.

Ryomen Sukuna who wonders what would've happened if he had just BOTHERED to reply and open the thousands of fan letters he used to get - would he have seen the letters his so-called number one fan had sent him, seen the signs of a despairing delusional madness that drove her to start hunting them both down from the shadows? Would he have paid more attention to the way doors seemed to always be unlocked when the both of you headed home, the missing personal items, the defaced pictures online of his wife?

As they all like to say, into the fire from out of the pan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna's temper his frequent viewers, family and friends were more than familiar with that made itself known when he publicly threatened whoever was breaking and entering into your shared home with something more physical than lawsuits; but how was he to know she'd take it the wrong way and somehow convince herself that his wife was putting him up to it, to make his one and only out to be the villain of this imaginary love scenario between her and him, to declare herself his “saviour”?

Ryomen Sukuna's decision to move to a new, more private and secure manor by the coast was supposed to protect you from the strange unknown figure lurking outside the house and everywhere you went. Supposed to. Somehow they found out his new home address anyway, and the only one who knew it was Choso, who swore up and down he told nobody and nobody could have possibly known.

Ryomen Sukuna's management (namely, his irritated manager Kenjaku) who finally succumbed to his harsh insults and furious demands and investigated who's been following them around lately: the truth shocked everyone to the core (could it possibly EVEN be the truth?!) when Fushiguro Tsumiki was arrested.

She might bear your son but you and I will start a clan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna ignored all the warning signs, the final letter with the ominous words of “I'll be the one to teach you love” and the Fushiguro’s protests of her innocence in favour of announcing the big news to the press and celebrating the new beginning in his and yours romance story, this time with a new addition to the family.

Ryomen Sukuna rarely slept before, preferring to stay up late memorising lines and terrorising the crew, but now was just operating on caffeine and quick naps in his worry during your pregnancy. Did he cry when baby Yuuji was born? Yes, and in his delight - although he pretended otherwise - he never noticed that one guest at every one of his conventions with an agitated expression and a hysterical, hateful grudge against you.

Ryomen Sukuna thought the business with his crazy fan stopped when he had his loyal Uraume taking care of his family on the rare occasions you didn't insist on coming to watch him work and hired a secretary to go through and filter all his letters, or maybe he was just preoccupied with watching Yuuji grow up and showering you with all the love his rough, rugged self could give…because he certainly didn't notice the new “security cameras” being set up at his house.

What a fatal mistake.

We'll be alone eventually, a couple and no longer a ban. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who staggered back and nearly killed the messenger when he heard the news, who raged internally against whatever cruel god had decided to deal him this fate: you and Yuuji had somehow disappeared when driving back from the park and even though police searched high and low you both were nowhere to be found.

Ryomen Sukuna whose world shattered when the two most important people in the world to him were declared dead. Despite Choso’s frantic persuausion and attempted comforts he vowed to never return to the world of stardom, not after his celebrity status got you both killed. He disappeared into the sea of ordinary lives, all signs of vibrancy and life gone right down to his iconic pink hair; he dyed that black, black as his heart and as black as the sky the day his darling went away, the day the letter arrived.

Ryomen Sukuna who imagined the police might make your deaths more real and not so nightmarish when they found your body, but never this way - what sort of sick bitch would send him a parcel containing the severed fingers of you ans Yuuji with a heart signed “Always your girl, Yorozu.”

I'm yours, you're mine, your wife's gone, just say she ran. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who now wanders the world, alive but alone, so ready to once love what he had had. A fate crueler than him has revealed itself, for they never did catch whoever had done the deed. The last time anyone had ever seen Sukuna at all was at the trial where Tsumiki was released.

Ryomen Sukuna who's played his fair share in horror movie of twisted endings and gruesome grief, but nobody ever told him real life was inspiration for the dark content. Everybody's long forgotten him as he slid into the role of background cameos but he never forgot how even with his fame and money he could never save you and Yuuji, much less avenge you both.

Ryomen Sukuna's half assed attempts at suicide never seemed to work out and he's nothing more than an angry shell of his former glory now. He even tore down both your photos in a fit of rage once; the man in the mirror wasn't him, surely?

They hunted in my basement but never searched my van. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who is now known for his infamous brutal homicide of one Fujiwara Yorozu with his bare, bloody hands who approached him at a shady bar and whispered she had done away with the devil, won't he ascend to Heaven with her now?

“FXXK YOU, I'D RATHER FALL TO HELL WITH HER THAN BE DRAGGED TO ‘HEAVEN’ BY THE LIKES OF YOU!”

Was scrolling on reels and found this account I could help but draw them their outfit reminded me of the j-fashion decora :3

This is their account: t5nity on instagram

Was bored and just started drawing on some study cards 🧍‍♀️

Man my back hurts like hell from hunching over drawing this 😭