SUKUNA'S POV*
Love is a fickle thing.
It's a trivial matter that is craved by all humans. Love of family, love of friends, love of romance it's all so... fleeting, so human.
The only time curses should pay any attention to such weakness, is because of the fact that love can easily breed hatred.
Hatred gives us life, hatred gives us power.
I don't remember much about my days as a human. But I do remember that desire, that craving for affection.
I thought that the day I became a curse was the day I was free of such desires.
Then I met her.
That cold, calculating witch.
The witch whose laugh stopped my heart.
The witch who makes me feel less like a product of hatred and more like a god-like power.
My goddess.
She is the one that did this to me.
I crave her touch, I need her affection. She is like a part of me now. When she is away it's as if the entire world goes with it.
She puts meaning to the chaos.
She can single-handedly change my moods instantly. A single caress of her hand and I and calm, a single look and I am captured by lust, a few words about another man and the insanity of jealous rage ensnares me.
She holds my heart in her hands and can control it as she will.
I should be angry. I should hate the fact that someone has such control over me. But I can't... maybe that is her doing as well.
I have only known her for a year or so.
How did I live before?
What could have possibly kept me moving before her?
I can't imagine life before her, but life after her is impossible.
There can not be an after Selene, where she goes I will always follow.
Honestly, when did I become such a bitch.
I know when...
The moment I burnt that stupid human village, the moment I decided to follow that fool of a leader, Tobio, that moment I heard her laugh at the chaos surrounding her, that moment I first saw her smile.
That was it, I am now and forever a witch's bitch.
Selene.
My. Selene.
My prize.
"If I didn't love you-"
I know that she said more after that but I couldn't hear it. My eyes went wide and my ears rang with the words.
She loves me.
I think I managed to mutter a mystified, "What?"
Truly, Sukuna... King of curses eloquent as always.
I watched as she realized what she said. I pulled her close.
I wanted to hear it again, I needed to hear it again.
I don't care if this burning desire made me too human. I don't care if it made me weak. I need her to say it again.
"Ryomen... I love you"
I kissed her, a coolness relaxed the fire that was my need for affection.
A cool calm washed over me, one I had never experienced before. Like the calm of the night itself, steadied my painful heart.
"Say it again."
and again and again. Say it always, Selene. Say it forever, Selene.
I know there can be no life after or before you, my prize. I worshiped her.
In every aspect.
Her power, her mind, her beauty.
AND OH MY GOD HER BODY!
Why is it that I waited so long to take that as well. I swear she has made me stupider. My brain all clogged with thoughts of her.
How is it that I looked upon other women with lust before? If I think back on them now it disgusts me.
They are flawed, they are sickening, they don't even begin to compare to my Selene.
My Selene was perfect.
Her skin, oh my god her skin. It was darker than most women in Japan, perfectly sun kissed. She made every other woman appear sickly to me now.
She was littered with marks, her marks were my favorite. The black cursed markings, similar to my one in theory but completely her own. The scars that decorated her skin, I know the place and story of every single one.
The stretch marks decorating certain parts of her body were works of art. She once told me that she doesn't like them.
HOW?
I will never understand her insecurities. I loved stretch marks even before Selene, the feeling of tracing such natural art. Then Selene. She is a goddess. Those marks have only accentuated her beauty. They created a road map to my favorite parts.
Her breasts, her hips, her ass were all traced by her body's natural lines.
She truly is a work of art.
Love is a fickle thing.
It's a trivial matter that is craved by all humans. Love of family, love of friends, love of romance it's all so... fleeting, so human.
And I am a slave to it.
"I love you, my Sukuna"
I am not worthy of such words, my heart.
"I love you, my prize."
TOORU'S POV*
My allies have called upon, the sorcerers of their clans.
They now know that Selene is innocent, trapped by a monster who is only capable of hatred and destruction.
We know where they are currently, a scout I sent on the night she was taken, took to the skies on a broom and found my dear Selene bruised and tied to a chair.
Oh, how scared she must be.
I want to save her.
I couldn't save my clan, my family. But I can save the first woman to ever give me these feelings. To ever hold such unbridled love in her eyes.
We will be there by tomorrow night.
Just hold on Selene.
We will save you.
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The Sun and The Moon (Sukuna X OC)
Fanfiction"He was the day, She was the night. He lived for misty mornings, She lived for crazy midnights. He was the sun, She was the moon. They were opposite souls. Yet both waited impatiently For the rare days when They might coexist peacefully." ________...
