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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒: 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

For I will ever hold onto our secrets, the very kiss we share, I will take with me until my very last breath.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍

SYN: when two worlds collide underneath the same shadows, will love be restored or will it remain all by fate.

CW: vampire au. modern au. dark content. original characters within storyline. bone breaking. family drama. physical abuse. implied smut. blood being mentioned. public discrimination (humiliation, nsfw memories being shown) italics are flashbacks. multiple character x reader pairings. pet names: sweetheart. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

WC: 5.4k. edited (briefly) not proofread, here and there! SPLIT IN TWO PARTS!

vampire!fem reader + familiar!sukuna

NOTE: will be divided into parts ! i have a fear of this not working out how i want too :( this has taken me 4 months for plan out and write! all ideas and creations are made by me !! the poem is also mine as well!! the name underneath it is my writing alias! i don’t feel comfortable putting my whole government name in this app lol! SEND ASKS TO BE TAGGED ! DISCLAIMER: if you comment wanting to be tagged, i will ignore you :D

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𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐗 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

How come something so evil yet be so kind? I gave her my soul and she took everything from me. An opened wound, a darkened soul, with a tainted mind. She is the onyx rose, I will carry with me til’ the very end of time.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍

Thunder claps against the clouds, rain hits the pavements with a small bounce, strong winds cause you to draw the cloak closer towards your body as you run past the gated lawn. The gargoyles watched from their posts, flapping their wings out to you signaling you to take the west wing towards your room. The lights in the Saint Vladimir manor were all dimly lit, the candles’ flames swaying as the wind seeped through the small lingering cracks. You slam the cherry wood doors shut, the lighting clapping against the window, rolling the thick velvet curtains. Darting up the staircase, trying your best to keep your movements quiet as a mouse.

Luck wasn’t on your side, mice always end up getting caught by the head from the fangs of a snake.

“Where have you been?” a sharp voice echoes throughout the silent hall, their red eyes glowing in the dark, the shadowed figure slowly appearing before you.

Your boots skid to a halt, the gold and red rug scrunching up at the force, you ran your fingers through your soaked hair, shaking off the water droplets from your trench coat quickly. “I went out for a run.” you muster out quickly, avoiding eye contact with your mother, closing your eyes trying your best to push back the recent events far into your mind.

“At this wretched hour?” she questions, quickly making her way over to you, her cold fingers pinched the shoulder of the coat, shrugging it off in one swift movement. You watch it fall to the ground with saddened eyes, cupping your hands underneath your armpits, hiding yourself like a child.

You felt the burning gaze from your mother’s eyes, the feeling of disgust and anger lingering off of her easily—mother never knew how to keep her emotions at bay but here you were experiencing her rage once more. She waves one long painted nail in the air, causing you to turn around on your heels abruptly.

You felt her fiery gaze onto your figure, horror filled her eyes, a shaking hand ghosting over her plump lips. “No—“ she whispers in disbelief, her hands making their way over towards your face, fingers harshly pinching at the skin of your cheeks. “What have you done!” she yells, her voice echoing throughout the manor. She rips the straps of your silk gown, watching it fall off of the bone of your shoulders. Your hands rise up, quickly covering yourself as her widened crimson eyes start gazing over the markings around your skin.

Barring your fangs at your mother in an attempt to show submission, you bow your head down, not wanting to startle her even more. Your mother crept closer towards you, sticking her nose in between the crook of your neck, taking a long whiff. She flew back, her dramatic wails falling from her lips as she covers her face in horror, the thunder shaking against the manor. The iciness in your stomach starts to form into boiling sadness, walking over to your mother as you reach your hand out towards her.

“You’re unclean! My daughter has been touched by a human!” she wails, smacking your hands away from her, throwing you back towards the painted walls. You groan as your back comes in contact with the family portrait that was made centuries ago.

“What is all this fuss about, Seraphina!” your father, Alistar shouts, appearing in front of her, placing a concerned hand onto the shoulder of her robe. Your mother had no words falling from her mouth, it being agape in shock, that her daughter had gone against the treaty of the council.

Worry starts to fill her thoughts, shoving her husband aside, you shake your head violently at your mother. Trying to speak but she simply cut your oxygen off with the whisk of her hand as she sent you flying towards the ground. You seeth out in pain, feeling your fingers start to bend out of shape, you hold back the hot tears that form at your lash line.

“You have the nerve, girl!” she grumbles, snarling in your ear as her long fingers lace through your hair, pulling your head back. Your hot tears fall from your face, making their way down your cheeks. “I am going to send your brother’s out to get that human and there won’t be anything left of them!”

You muffled out a quiet, “No.” Wincing at the scorching pain she sent through your body as you kick yourself away from her.

Your father frowns at the sight, stepping closer towards his wife. “That is enough, we don’t need you killing her,” he states calmly, pulling Seraphina away from you. “The girl will speak with the council,” he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “As for you, my daughter, I want you out of my sight and you are going to fix this!” he seethes with a roar as the thunder booms throughout the sky, shaking the chandeliers above you.

Waiting until you no longer heard your mother’s cries, you gasp for air harshly, your right fist pounded against the flooring, hearing it crack underneath you. You stagger your way up, eyes not wanting to go look at the broken fingers your mother had given you. You lean forward picking the coat up in one perfect motion before trudging towards your room as you let it fall over your shoulder.

The silver dagger sat perfectly in between your lips, the sobs cutting deeply in your throat as you fixed the bones of your fingers in fast movements. Feeling the dagger cut into you each time you wanted to wail out in pain, makes you hit your stone tub in frustration. You spat out the small weapon, watching it cling down into the tub, your tired eyes traveling towards the mirror to the side of you.

Fingers tracing over the marks that Megumi had given you, the mark of a mate. Resembling what the humans called bruises littered your body. Something that slowly went away in time, your soul was now linked to his in a way not even by law could break. You swallow the ache in your throat, your fangs sit gently on top of your bottom lip, your mother used every fiber in her body to disrupt the process of your feed. The blood you had gotten from him had now vanished and you were now left starving.

With shaky hands you made your way towards your closet, yanking it open aggressively, hissing at the scent of the bags of blood that you kept hidden. Your eyes stung as your nostrils burn at the strong scent. You lunge for a bag, snarling to yourself as you rip one open. Even after years of practice, you still let your bloodthirsty ways crawl back towards the surface. A reminder that you: weren’t exactly human and you will never be. You suckle on the plastic immensely, feeling your throat clench tightly, choking on the blood before it went down your throat. You groan, wiping the leftovers with the back of your hand as suck on your fingers to make sure no drop went to waste.

Your mind travels back to Megumi, deciding for his own safety rather than your own, to stop seeing him in his dreams. Realizing that you’re a threat to him and everyone you’ve had encounters with. Your bottom lip quivers at the thought of your family slaughtering all of your mundane friends that had developed a bond called trust with you. You would slowly grow to hate yourself at the thought, another reason why you simply couldn’t stand your family and its treacherous ways.

“Just put me back to my sleeping sentence.” you utter bitterly, tossing the bag into the trash can before making your way over to your bathroom.

Word spread around quickly that one of the daughters of the 6 bloodlines had sexual intimacy with a human, the highest ranking family throughout history was now getting frowned upon. The Saint Vladimir’s were next to kin to the infamous vampire, Count Dracula. Your family were celebrities in the supernatural world and everyone bowed down to them—and their creations. The last scandal that had harmed your family's reputation led to death by the judgement of the eldest being, Astran Saint Vladimir, your grandfather.

Seraphina tugs at the corset laces, giving you a distasteful look as you huff out breaths of air. “Hold still!” she snaps at you, slapping the hand fan onto your exposed back, fixing your posture immediately. She hummed in satisfaction, her fingers work their way around the satin lace, giving it one final pull before tying it.

You feel your mother’s slender fingers button the lace choker around your neck, hiding away the marks from your little adventurous outing. She smoothed out the black thin lace that exposed your back out harshly, her nails rubbing against your spine making you wince at the rough gestures. Taking it as she was still upset with you and will be for the rest of eternity for what you’ve done.

Crimes that were broken in the supernatural world that surrounded humans either meant death or being held accountable for your sins; public shaming, exile, and many sentences to be claimed. You, on the other hand, came from a bloodline that wasn't so delicate even to the kindest humans that knew of your kind, they are the ones who break and bend the rules—it all depends if you’re the next in line to claim the throne.

“This is a bit much.” you spoke, feeling your lips tug downwards into a frown. Your mother scoffs out, fanning herself with the fan dramatically before shoving you out of the dressing room.

“Should have thought of that before you went and slept with a human.” she coldly retorts, making her way down the hall of the manor not wanting to wait on you.

You flatten out the lace top, looking at it with narrowed eyes as you pick up the dress and follow behind her. Your mind starts to wonder towards the boy that the soul inside you claimed.

What was he doing? Did Yuuji come home at a decent hour? Did Megumi dream of you?

It was no use, you knew better to have ever put yourself in such a deeming situation, to even think you are capable of feeling such a thing. People will always think of you as a monster, you don’t deserve any of the sympathy you’re going to receive before your death. You just wish to see him one last time before you finally are taken back down towards the depths of hell. It’s for the best you tell yourself, even if that means going away and never returning.

“Behind those doors is where your fate will lie,” your mother quips, turning her head to look at you, taking you in one last time. “Tell them that it was all a mistake, you didn’t know—”

You laugh coldly, cutting her off like ice, you tilt your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes into small slits. “My fate has always been sealed since the day I was born, you know that, mother.” you sneer to her just above a whisper, your hand grips the long silver handle of the doors in front of you.

“Child, please, they will show you no mercy!” she exclaims, pulling onto your arm, tugging you closer towards her.

“Your actions last night showed me enough.” you bitterly scoff, yanking yourself free from her grip. You take your fingers through your hair, throwing out the pins and rattling out the Ruby hairpin. You let out a breath of air feeling relieved that your hair was no longer tied back.

You look back over at the door than back over at your mother as your heels clicked underneath the black marbled flooring with each step you took. “Just because I come from this wretched bloodline doesn’t define what I’m capable of.” you spew, pointing a finger in her face, your now red eyes showing her nothing but anger. You shove your mother off to the side, frowning at her dramatic plea she let out.

“If you go down that path again, child. They will have no other option than to kill you this time.” she says sadly, cupping her hand into her face trying to keep her composure together.

You chuckle out dryly, tossing the Ruby clip back into her direction with ease, “Temptations are rotten and so is my soul.” you croak as you turn on your heel.

You ignored your mother’s pleas, opening the heavy doors that led to the council, preparing yourself for the eyes and whispers you were about to receive. You place your hands in front of you, placing them on your stomach as you walk in. Keeping your head held high, eyes forward and posture straight, something your mother had taught you at a young age. A memory that tugs at the corner of your mind, showing you how much your mother has always tried to do right by you, but you were the vile one.

“Chin, up! Posture straight! My goodness child!” she yells, taking the ruler and slapping your back. Your mother circles you, trying to even out your posture with just one look.

“Mother, that’s enough. She is still just a baby.” your sister, Ophelia scolds.

You feel your sister’s cold fingers, wipe away the tears that fell from your small eyes. “Just relax and it’ll come to you, little one. Remember, we are Vladimir's, everything works in our favor.”

Everything works in our favor. Everything? That’s what cost her life.

The room grew silent, many of them turning their attention towards you, the sound of the cedar chairs creaking out from underneath them, gave it away, but they had no shame in looking at you. You kept your eyes forward, blatantly ignoring the eyes of the other bloodlines that were called in to attend, the smell of blood fills your nostrils. Many of them hissed at your rudeness, covering the naked human they were feeding upon with their robes. It makes you sneer in disgust, truly unraveling that they were bound to never change.

The red velvet curtains weren’t drawn back, candles hung from the silver holders, dimly giving everyone access to light. The portraits of all the council leaders scattered both walls, making you swallow the bile that wanted to come up. Looking at the men that sat on their high thrones, taking in the velvet cloaks that were draped around their shoulders, the emblems of each bloodline embedded into them along with the signature color of their bloodline house.

You did your best not to snicker at the pair of familiar eyes you once were enchanted with, knowing that it was lovely that the council had gathered a wonderful show for you. Once again, you were the star with the vicious intent on ending the bane of everyone’s existence. Yet, they were the same, all of them were devoting themselves to their beloved council. The other bloodlines in vampire history became slaves to these unfortunate mongrels, who called themselves the rulers. Imperially, your merit to become a part of the council, no longer was an option. Seemingly, noticing what they were capable of and were all hypocrites against their own laws, always baffled you.

That is why you went against them many centuries ago, creating your own army of heathens. A path that your soul devoured so effortlessly, you had everything you ever needed before they put you in a coffin to rest. Times have changed and so did the council, many of them died by your hand or by the hunter’s that were outside these walls waiting. These new laws were set after your own sister had chosen to have hybrid twins in secret, a judgment that foresighted your family's reputation for years.

One of the councilmen grimaces at the lingering smell that was tainted on you, holding a cloth over his nose as he tossed an angry glare over towards your grandfather, Astran. You bow gracefully, tipping your head at the 8 of them before rising back up, relaxing your shoulders.

“The council has decided to hear from Miss. Saint Vladimir today.” The assistant announces from the side, holding her spectacle as she snaps at the three writers from the far left side of the room to begin scribbling. The assistant turns over to you, giving you a nod to speak your innocence.

You took a deep breath letting it linger in your lungs before exhaling, stepping away from the council, sending an annoyed glare over towards Astran. “Why would I speak? When you have already decided,” you spoke bitterly, you heard the crowd gasp. The sound of your mother exhaling out a small wail caught your attention, a small smirk ghosting over your lips. You had them all where you wanted them and all you had to do was cause a scene starting by not acknowledging them.

“How are you so sure of that?” Lucre Caelum bellows from where he sat, he grasps onto the handles of the solid black throne he sat on, like a pathetic king. You scoff, turning your back on them as you walk back down the stairs.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on us, my child!” Astran thunders, causing the crowd to grow silent causing many of them to cower into their seats.

Your steps came to a halt, crossing your arms over your chest, bringing a hand over your mouth as your fingers fiercely tap on your lips. “What are you gonna do old man? Kill me?” you taunt, turning sharply on your heel, colliding into your grandfather’s chest. You spiral away from him, snarling at him, “I claim that forlorn seat you sit your ass on!”

The crowd murmurs violently, their voices grow louder as your grandfather raises a hand above his head. You had no time to recollect yourself, feeling his cold hand strike against your cheek, the impact sent you flying further down the aisle. Your fists hit the carpet, wincing as the skin peeled from your knuckles.

“We forbid you to ever converse with another human, you will have a royal guard with you at all times.” Astran tells you, his voice never wavering an octave higher. He paces over to you, sticking his loafer in between your shoulder blades sending you back down to the floor.

You snarl, trying to force yourself up from his strength. “You may think you claim my seat as councilor of this nation but you haven’t grown out of that stage of fury, Y/n,” he continues, digging his heel deeper into your skin, you claw at the carpet, seething out breaths of air through your teeth. “I’ve decided as your grandfather, that you are to come back to our world for good and claim the only man suited for you.”

The air in your lungs grew cold, letting out an eerier laugh, you closed your eyes mumbling soft curse words to yourself as you brought one hand towards his heel. Without any thought behind your eyes, you snap his ankle in half, causing him to snarl out in pain as he stumbles off onto the ground. You watch your grandfather tremble, rolling back into the carpet, his hands clutching the foot.

You tilt your head, tsking along the way, glaring at anyone that dared come forth your way. “I will obey your rules this time, old man.” you rumble, placing a heel onto his foot, a loud painful yell rips through the room. The crowd grew silent as the trance that held them in, bound them to their seats. They were all witnessing the angered fatale of their bloodline wreck havoc. “Under one condition, I get to decide on who I want to claim as a mate.”

Astran groans, throwing his head back, blinking away the pain, “We object!” he howls in pain, jaw clenching as his eyes met yours. Of course they would, you were nothing but a pawn to them. Another reason why you wanted to kill them all, it was a desire you’ve held off for years but the bloodlust had now become unhinged. This was the push you needed, a shove down the narrow cliff and off into the waters. You were slowly becoming the monster they all claim you to be.

“Erix, now!” Lucre fumes from where he stood, hands across around his chest.

You swiftly turn around, hand meeting another person’s neck. You raise the man into the air, listening to him gurgle on his own spit as you tilt your head. “Erix, they got you too?”

Erix claws at you, “A-Anubis.”

You furrow your brows, not familiar with the name of the person he calls upon. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck grow still, dropping him to the floor as you feel your throat start to ache. A pair of hands grips the back of your head, sending you back towards the ground.

You watch through low lidded eyes, a black haired girl gripping onto your shoulders, muttering a small spell makes you thrash out underneath her. Yelling out a jumble of words, you start to flutter your eyelids open, moving your head from side to side. You heard your voice in the background, unaware of the images that started to pour out of you. You heard the crowd remark out loud, many of them gasping at the visions they had seen before them.

“St-Stop!” you growl, hands making their way towards your head, pressing your fingers against your temples rubbing them nimbly.

Feeling as if your mind was burning, the last remaining events of last night came spooling out of you like a movie clip, you felt tears prick your lash line. “Pl-Please.” you mutter softly, looking up at the woman with softened eyes. You heard your moans in the background and the sound of the crowd, public humiliation at its finest.

You should have known they would have a witch by their side, a witch that could see events just by a simple mutter and a touch. Drawing out a tired breath, you heard commotion all around you. Making out the sound of your older brother’s voices and your mother’s sharp stern voice, you frown at the thought of your own family seeing your indecency. Feeling a wave of sleep come over you, knowing that your brother, Arden, had placed one of his charms on you.

The water drips off of the underground cell, it echoes loudly throughout the small prison as the moonlight shines through the bars. The air nips at your skin, stirring yourself awake, you blink away the drowsiness. Casually scoping out your surroundings, you let out a defeated sigh as you shake the shackle that was bound to your left leg.

The family prison was an underground confinement that was built just for you and your familiar, Sukuna. During your times of rampart, that is, you were a vicious being and no one knew who was poisoning your mind, so they built the cells to hold you both hostage. Except back then, they didn’t have cameras or armed militia holding you.

You pick at the lace choker you wore, counting how many guards there were. 10 on ground and another 10 outside of the area, your parents underestimated you but you weren’t going to put up a fight. You heard shuffling from the side of you, letting out a warning hiss before narrowing your eyes.

“Look who has finally decided to join us!” a voice chuckles deeply, you arch a brow, the voice ringing a bell in your head.

“Sukuna?” you ask, voice holding an automaticity of unsureness. You heard your old familiar laugh out loud, sticking a hand through the bars letting his tattooed skin hit the moonlight. You grew wide eyed as his perfectly tanned skin turn to bone, the rule of a familiar was set in stone. Sukuna was no one’s to claim and he had been locked away due to that reasoning, it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“That damned Anubis bitch cursed me.” he retorts angrily, pulling his arm back into his black robes. Poor Sukuna, if he only knew that it was you, who had done that to him.

“How long have you been down here? Th-They told me you were executed?” you whisper to him, moving closer over towards him.

He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “Long enough for me to find out that the ‘Princess’ of the bloodline slept with a human.” he reports, fingernails lingering on his lips before scooting himself closer towards you.

You grimace at the way he said, the word princess, hating the way it gave you no confidence but anger. “You do have a point.” you respond nonchalantly, bringing your knees up towards your chest.

Sukuna looks over at you, his red eyes staring straight into your soul, the darkness he no longer seeked had vanished. A small smile ghosting over his lips, he simply saw a growing light of pureness growing in your soul. Sukuna knew you’d find the mate that would bring your other half whole, he tried for many years to show you that. Ruthlessly, Gojo Satoru made sure to cloud your fate with his own greed, turning your soul into a black abyss. It took Sukuna years to bring you back out of the treacherous darkness, eventually having to remind himself that he was no saint either.

“Who is the lucky person?” he asks, giving you one of his signature smirks. You gave him a quick side glance before dodging the question by standing up from your spot. Sukuna watches you, rolling his eyes at your erotic behavior, you weren’t going to spill anything to him.

You lean your head against the rusted bars, whistling out lowly, keeping your eyes trained on the three guards a few feet away from you. Placing a heel in between the railing at the bottom, you hike up the dress, exposing a part of your thigh, eyes searching for the keys. The guards turn around, eyes darting at your exposed flesh, that showed the lace undergarment around your thigh.

You grew impatient at the way they waltzed over towards you, sticking your leg back into the cell, giving the three men a flirty pout. “Ah. Ah. Ah. Not that easy,” you mellow out, waving a finger in the air.

You lean closer, locking eyes with one of the guards, necklaces dangling out from your breasts, hands cupped underneath your armpits, trying to get them to look more prominent. It had to work, it used to be a trick you used to pull centuries ago.

“Closer.” you whisper, giving him a small flirtatious smirk. Ignoring the way Sukuna turned off to the side, placing a hand over his eyes, muttering to himself.

The guards started to salivate at the sight you were giving them, their eyes all showed admiration towards your breasts. One of them grips the bar, taking a whiff of your scent as another guard fumble for the keys from his pocket. You could feel their need for lust radiating off of them, it made you scrunch your nose up in disgust. Pulling away from the bars and adjusting yourself quickly as you hear a few familiar voices appear.

“These idiots fell for her trap!” your brother, Arden exclaims loudly, giving you a lazy smile as he makes his way down the stairs.

You shrug, throwing your hands back down your sides. The guards turn around in sync, too slow for them to react to your older brother’s punches and movements. You heard the sound of the cell door creaking out, the smell of the rust twisting against the bolts filling your nose.

“You can never stay out of trouble.” Zandre murmurs, he leans over slightly, yanking off the shackle in one motion before helping you out of the cell. Your other brother threw his blazer over you, buttoning it up before stepping away from you.

You shove yourself away from your two concerned brothers, going over to where Sukuna was kept. Not saying a word, you stuck your hand out, moving your fingers up to signal one of them to give you the keys. It didn’t take them very long to understand what you were meaning, Arden rolls his eyes at the familiar, wrapping a protective arm over your shoulder as you work to open the cell.

“Why’d ya wanna save that mongrel’s arse anyways?” Zandre questions, throwing you an annoyed look but you were consumed with the thought of having your best friend back by your side to entertain the idiocy of your brothers.

You let out a laugh of relief, popping open the lock before tossing it off the bar. You open it quickly, wasting no time to walk in. Sukuna dodges you, sticking a foot out in front of you, causing you to fumble to the ground.

You yelp, regaining your balance. “Sukuna!” you warn, pulling him by the back of his black robe. Sending him backwards to face you, you let out a shaky breath, knowing you had to do this.

Sukuna knows you can seal the contract again, all he was waiting for were the words to fall from your pretty little mouth. The goal to have you wrapped around his finger once again, to keep you balanced within your own goals and at peace with yourself. He hates to admit it, but he cares for you more than himself.

“I want to seal our contract,” you utter from under your breath, avoiding his intense eye contact. You heard your brothers grimace at the idea, Arden quickly throwing in his concerned vomiting spells as Zandre curses under his breath, turning away.

Sukuna smirks, just the words he wanted to hear as he places his hands onto your hips pulling you closer towards him. You swallow dryly, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his neck, flickering your eyes up at him and back at his lips.

“Never thought you’d ask, sweetheart.” he says softly, hooking a finger underneath your chin, pulling your face closer towards his. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, feeling the way his lips softly touch yours. Sukuna cups your face, gently, a different touch, you weren’t used to from him. His free hand squeezes the flesh of your hip, causing you to open your mouth, giving him access to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You sigh into the kiss, pulling yourself closer as Sukuna eagerly kisses you, like a hungry mad man. You felt the surge of electricity flow through your body, the contract had been sealed officially, but you continued to kiss him back greedily. You didn’t seem to notice the way his hand had started to untie the bow of your corset, not enjoying the way his nails drag across the exposed flesh. You hiss into his mouth, your teeth pulling on his bottom lip as you look up at him through your lashes, his gaze told you just enough. A gaze that he used to give you, a look full of lustful intent that only you were able to describe and see.

You pull away from him, ignoring the disgusted, pained looks on your brother’s faces, you turn away from them. Hands behind your back as you try to tighten the laces back up, Sukuna chuckles, letting out a low whistle. He comes up from behind you, taking the lace from your hands working quickly to tie the corset. Once he is done, he turns his attention back over to your brothers giving them a wide toothy grin.

You ignore their protests, looking down at your dirty and torn up dress, it could have been way worse. You look up admiring the way the moonlight glistened in the sky from the single window in the cell. Your mind starts to linger towards the black haired boy. You swallow hard, shaking off the guilt that had started to form in the back of your head. What would he think of you?

“Are you two about done gawking at each other’s faces?” Zandre quips, throwing you a scrunched up face of disgust. You move your head in small little movements, mocking him as you shove past them both.

“You’d think after so many years, they would learn.” Arden retorts, giving Sukuna a hard glare.

This is all for him. Everything was. The war for love had just begun.

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