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[rroselle]

You don’t kiss them all day

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi and special guest… Toge !!

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[rroselle]

thinking about Heian era Sukuna sorting through concubines when, by his side, Uraume falls for a courtesan…… (Not proof read)

In an apothecary diaries mood

Among Silk and Blood

The brothel was lavish. Red silk curtains. Incense heavy enough to burn the lungs. Women adorned in fine robes lined the corridors—painted lips, glassy smiles, all trained to seduce, serve, entertain.

Sukuna had little interest in anything but cruelty and pleasure He lounged like a king among meat, choosing bodies as if selecting wine.

Uraume stood behind him. Silent. Steady. Watching.

Bored.

Until they saw her.

🌸

She wasn’t trying to catch eyes She sat near the edge of the balcony, her legs folded elegantly beneath her, her posture perfect and serene.

She wore the same amount of jewelry the others wore, same perfume, not necessarily standing out.

Her hair was coiled loosely, and her gaze…

Her gaze was calm.

Not seductive, Not afraid exactly. Just… quiet.

A porcelain figure etched in stillness.

And when she looked up—when her eyes met Uraume’s—they felt it.

Something sharp. Like ice cracking under moonlight.

🌙

It’s improper. Unthinkable.

They are Sukuna’s closest follower, his enforcer, his shadow. They do not want. They do not look.

But Uraume watches her longer than they should have

Long enough for her to notice.

She doesn’t blush. She doesn’t flirt. She simply tilts her head—studying them in return.

No fear. No false mask. No simpering flattery.

Just a quiet question in her eyes:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

And they hold no answer.

🌙

Later in the night

Sukuna selects few women, drunk on the performance of power.

He leans back lazily, waving them toward the carriage.

Uraume says nothing.

But when Sukuna gestures at her—the calm one, the porcelain one—the courtesan he hasn't even touched yet—

Uraume speaks.

“Not her.”

Sukuna lifts an eyebrow.

“What?”

Uraume’s tone is perfectly even.

“She’s not suited for you.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And then Sukuna laughs—sharp and brutal.

“You want her.”

Uraume says nothing. Doesn’t deny it.

“Fine,” Sukuna says, waving a hand. “You can have her. She looks too boring for me anyway.” 🀄️

Uraume offered a game of shogi, to which she humbly accepted. To their surprise, Uraume had loss the game….impressed by her intellect.

They don’t take her violently.

They don’t threaten or drag.

Simply offers her the choice:

“You may come with me, or stay here. You won’t enjoy what comes if Sukuna-sama changes his mind”

And when she goes with them, unwilling but dignified—he treats her like glass.

they doesn’t touch her. Not yet. They prepare a private space for her. Brings her silk kimonos, warm food.

He brushes her hair with slow, reverent hands.

Not because she asked. But because Uraume can’t help it.

They should have dismissed her like the rest.

But noticed, she looked at them without fear, she was quiet and distant and beautiful in a way that made them feel like nothing he touched before was clean.

And theywill keep her.

Even if they have to train her slowly. Even if they have to wait years for her love.

Because now, Uraume finally knows what it means to want.

──── ᡣ𐭩 ────

[rroselle]

Without you ?

Yan! Tomioka Giyuu x reader (she/her) I really like Giyu..not proof read TW: unhealthy themes, obsession, breaking a limb, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking

It was chilly, the red tomesode covering her body did little to keep the cold air of the winter breeze out. It felt unnatural to wear a tomesode, which was typically worn by married women of high status. But she supposed Giyu knew this when supplying her wardrobe.

Despite the cold, she ran harder than she ever had before.

The forest clawed at bare skin, branches snapping at her arms like fingers trying to drag her back. Her breath came in ragged gasps, bare feet slicing on stones and roots, but she didn’t stop. Not this time.

She wasn’t going back.

She had waited until nightfall, timed his sleep, and slipped out one of the tatami nail covers ( thin metal plates used in the flooring ) into the lock of the sliding door. Giyu was smart, he left no needles nor blades out, and hid her hairpins, so she couldn’t bent one into a lock pick. But as she carefully opened the door to freedom, her lips curved up into a smile of victory as she thought he underestimated just how badly she wanted to go home.

🌑

She wasted no time, running out, and away from that secluded compound house in the mountains. Her chest started to hurt, her heart aching, as much as it was fucking terrifying running in the middle of the night, it also felt so good, so reliving, the ache in her heart due to the hope, every beat screaming “go, go, go.”

The edge of the woods. She saw it. Just a little further—

Crunch.

That hurt like hell… tripping over a tree root, momentarily knocking her out of her running trance to land face first into a pile of snow.

Thankfully she was alone, and it was dark, so that saved her from any embarrassment, as she lifted her head, rubbing her face with the tomesodes sleeve.

🌘

As she opened her eyes—Giyuu stood just a few feet away, he wasn’t panting …

Still as a shadow. And unnervingly quiet.

Her blood ran cold.

“No,” she gasped, her arms went back, dragging her body back as well. “No, no, no—please—”

He stepped forward. One step. Then another.

She got up fast, stumbling as she tried to run but he was faster. Inhumanly fast. She didn’t even make a stride before he tackled her to the ground, the breath knocked clean from her lungs.

“You lied to me.” His voice was quiet. Empty.

“Giyuu, please—don’t—” she sobbed, struggling, kicking.

“I asked for one thing,” he murmured, straddling her. “One thing. That you never run again.”

She clawed at the ground, desperate. “You said you’d get better—y-you said—”

“I did.” His hand reached out to gently push her hair back. Tender. Loving.

Then, just as softly—

Crack.

She screamed.

As she was struggling beneath him, he shifted his knee onto the back of her thigh, pinning her to the ground.

With one smooth, brutal movement, he slammed his full weight downward, pressing the joint into the vulnerable bend of her leg—forcing the femur to snap clean from the tension and pressure.

Her body convulsed from the pain. She tried to crawl, to drag herself away, but her leg twisted behind her uselessly, like a ruined puppet string. 🌗

It hurt, it hurt so much, she couldn’t even bare to look at her leg, the twist felt so sickening. But it happened so quickly she couldn’t process, nor try to stop it.

“….”

As the pain took over her body, her mind froze…it was so easy..so easy. As if a hairpin was being snapped in half to make a key. He didn’t even use his full strength, Giyu never used his full strength when it came to her. So when he leaned over her, pulling her head gently to his chest while she shook in agony, whispering

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “I really, truly didn’t. But you left me no choice.”

She had no reason not to believe him.

voice strangled by sobs.

“You can’t run now,” he said gently, stroking her hair. “You’re safe. No more fighting.

He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“I love you. I love you so much, I’ll never let you leave me again.”

And with that, he lifted her in his lap arms like a bride—her broken leg dangling uselessly and carried her home.

🌖

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[rroselle]

thinking about Heian era Sukuna sorting through concubines when, by his side, Uraume falls for a courtesan…… (Not proof read)

In an apothecary diaries mood

Among Silk and Blood

The brothel was lavish. Red silk curtains. Incense heavy enough to burn the lungs. Women adorned in fine robes lined the corridors—painted lips, glassy smiles, all trained to seduce, serve, entertain.

Sukuna had little interest in anything but cruelty and pleasure He lounged like a king among meat, choosing bodies as if selecting wine.

Uraume stood behind him. Silent. Steady. Watching.

Bored.

Until they saw her.

🌸

She wasn’t trying to catch eyes She sat near the edge of the balcony, her legs folded elegantly beneath her, her posture perfect and serene.

She wore the same amount of jewelry the others wore, same perfume, not necessarily standing out.

Her hair was coiled loosely, and her gaze…

Her gaze was calm.

Not seductive, Not afraid exactly. Just… quiet.

A porcelain figure etched in stillness.

And when she looked up—when her eyes met Uraume’s—they felt it.

Something sharp. Like ice cracking under moonlight.

🌙

It’s improper. Unthinkable.

They are Sukuna’s closest follower, his enforcer, his shadow. They do not want. They do not look.

But Uraume watches her longer than they should have

Long enough for her to notice.

She doesn’t blush. She doesn’t flirt. She simply tilts her head—studying them in return.

No fear. No false mask. No simpering flattery.

Just a quiet question in her eyes:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

And they hold no answer.

🌙

Later in the night

Sukuna selects few women, drunk on the performance of power.

He leans back lazily, waving them toward the carriage.

Uraume says nothing.

But when Sukuna gestures at her—the calm one, the porcelain one—the courtesan he hasn't even touched yet—

Uraume speaks.

“Not her.”

Sukuna lifts an eyebrow.

“What?”

Uraume’s tone is perfectly even.

“She’s not suited for you.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And then Sukuna laughs—sharp and brutal.

“You want her.”

Uraume says nothing. Doesn’t deny it.

“Fine,” Sukuna says, waving a hand. “You can have her. She looks too boring for me anyway.” 🀄️

Uraume offered a game of shogi, to which she humbly accepted. To their surprise, Uraume had loss the game….impressed by her intellect.

They don’t take her violently.

They don’t threaten or drag.

Simply offers her the choice:

“You may come with me, or stay here. You won’t enjoy what comes if Sukuna-sama changes his mind”

And when she goes with them, unwilling but dignified—he treats her like glass.

they doesn’t touch her. Not yet. They prepare a private space for her. Brings her silk kimonos, warm food.

He brushes her hair with slow, reverent hands.

Not because she asked. But because Uraume can’t help it.

They should have dismissed her like the rest.

But noticed, she looked at them without fear, she was quiet and distant and beautiful in a way that made them feel like nothing he touched before was clean.

And theywill keep her.

Even if they have to train her slowly. Even if they have to wait years for her love.

Because now, Uraume finally knows what it means to want.

──── ᡣ𐭩 ────