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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.

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 🧍‍♀️

Does it look better grey or just color?

I honestly just gave up coloring the sweater 😭

Just a doodle :P

Man I was stressing trying to draw something to not get art block tore up like 5 pages of my book trying to get a nice looking drawing and this was the work I came up with! TADAAA ✨️

Cutie pootie 😊 yuuji

Yuuji sketch 😛

MIKUUUU BEAMMMM!!☆

Also new watermark :D

Guys look at the mess I put my self into AAAAA WHY WOULD I DO THAT

I was just trying that 2000's gore anime render art style and now my finger is starting to hurt 😫 ITS FUN BUT ITS A DAMN TORTURE HAHAHAHA 😭

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!”

Happy boop day🥰

Kirara Hoshi 🤭

Honestly I was gonna do another character but she just came to my mind when drawing 😭

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

Kashimo fanart 🗣

Did it for someone on reddit who asked for a kashimo drawing. I did like a ask on redit for people to give me any jjk character, and ill draw them lol out of boredom

I finally finished 🥲

the clothes were giving me a hard time with rendering them 😭, but the outcome was a good 💕

Edit:

Had to fix the lighting in the drawing cuz it looked a Lil too bright around the face 🙏 that's why it might look a lil different than before

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

Just some art work that I'm doing of gojo satori from jjk

bungeoppang cat and jindo choco taco :)))

I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone (Yandere!Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader)

a/n: fasghadsa this is my thank-you fic for @poptartsthings for supporting my fics for the past year!!! thank you for the tips huhuhuhu ;;;—;;; hence, I wrote this diluc fic for *clears throat* "mommy milkers". Enjoy this self-aware yandere otome game!duke diluc ragnvindr!!!

unreliable synopsis: what if you got isekai-d in your favorite otome game and one of the Love Interests found out they aren’t a real person? (or, ya know, whatever the title said lmao)

"Bottoms up, Duke Ragnvindr!"

"No matter how enthusiastic you are, I remain inclined to think that this is a horrible idea, (Y/n)..."

Reluctantly swirling a small amount of fire-water while wearing gloves, the duke saw how the alcohol hardly made a wave. Unsatisfied, he diverted his attention and observed the NPC pour their drink.

"In all honesty, your grape juice is worth more than this, (Y/n)–"

"Shush!" With a flamboyant and dismissive wave, the generic common mob silenced one of the Main Characters. "Don't ruin the mood, now. I had to pull a few strings to get this bad boy right here. It’s such a shame that Mister “Best Boy” Albedo can't come, so we have to make sure I get my money’s worth off of these bottles. It’d be such a waste of francs."

"Wasted like the thousand francs wine you clumsily spilled last year?"

"Don't bring that up again, please."

"Why not?" He chuckled. "If you hadn't, I wouldn't have met you."

"If I hadn't, I would've been drinking with Villager B..." They muttered as they grabbed another glass from the cupboard.

He pretended not to have heard it.

They are both aware that their destinies follow different paths. No matter how hard one of them tries to walk next to the other, this cruel fate will separate them with a penalty that is even more agonizing than the last. All because (Y/n) was a real person, and Diluc was not.

Duke Diluc Ragnvindr is this game’s easiest route: the typical childhood friend who falls for the heroine– Princess Lumine– first. In this genre, he falls into the category of those love interests who are incredibly austere with themselves that they were unable to enjoy the small things in life outside work. Ultimately, he follows the cliche of protecting the heroine from harm until she remembers that they used to play together as children in the palace gardens. Which, in itself, is quite a feat since the duke was not a man many could befriend. Unless you count Chief Justice Ajax as his greatest comrade, then perhaps he could finally add item number 11 to his list of trusted people.

The “Duke of the South” only favored audiences for those he was willing to invest in— after all, he’s famously known for having a “good signature.” It may seem like a compliment for uneducated nouveau rich men, but those with an eye for Gaciean politics knew how much power he has as the head of the Department of Military Affairs. Tales about his on-and-off disputes with the Chief Ajax circled as frequently as Teyvat Time’s popular Paimon-The-Friendly-Fae’s comic strips. Some loved his obsession with national security whilst some were quick to call him a pampered weapon hoarder, but if there’s one thing everyone can agree it’s that they fear the southern duke.

Now, after introducing a political figure with crimson locks of hair and domineering combat prowess, it’s certainly a tough sell to introduce the last person left inside: (Y/n) (L/n).

Unremarkably, they’re merely an NPC from Xiangling’s Seaside Restaurant. They’ve “reincarnated” into this world fumbling about like a newborn until the chef offered a job. Fortunately, they were not completely helpless in the kitchen. They had shown off their managerial skills from their old job since day one. Since then, Xiangling had hoped to train them as the new manager, but (Y/n) preferred to take on some responsibilities gradually. After a few days had passed, they abruptly realized that they were "Server C," an NPC with only a character sprite and a scarcely distinguishable name. The red ribbon-theme outfit from their restaurant was the only thing that distinguished them from the other faceless workers. According to what they can recall, one of their tasks is to give the princess's order of candies while she flees from her overprotective retainer, Dainsleif. It was a tense moment in that common route since all three of the princess’ potential suitors were customers from different ends of the restaurant, which were Dainsleif, Kamisato Ayato, and, of course, Duke Ragnvindr.

… Unable to snap out of their initial shock after recognizing that this was one of the game’s CGs and seeing three attractive men inside the restaurant they work at, (Y/n) accidentally broke the script by spilling the wine on Duke Ragnvindr’s coat.

Since then, (Y/n) had trailed and followed the characters whenever they could for their amusement– often helping their favorite love interest, Albedo, set up the scene so they can view his "CGs" in real life. Due to their apparent lack of stalking skills, they had another off-script encounter with the duke whilst doing so. Instead of heading straight to North Gaciea as he had done in the game, he was delayed seven hours after he weeded (Y/n)’s hair out of the bushes they were hiding in. Their first meeting was horrid, and their second almost went in a similar direction. Almost.

Since (Y/n)’s lies were as visible as their head peeking out of their hiding spot, Diluc had them drink a truth potion to uncover why they were stalking the chief alchemist, however…

… Does the phrase “the truth is stranger than fiction” apply in this case when both the earth and the sky are nothing but lies?

Diluc put on a convincing poker face when they babbled about the game they live in, demonstrating both their objectives and, more critically, their in-game omniscience. Albedo is the only love interest who changes into a feral (and subjectively "hot") monster toward the end of the novel, thus (Y/n) was adamant that he be Princess Lumine's ultimate endgame—but going any further in their explanations would be deemed a "spoiler." Additionally, Albedo’s route could only be unlocked once you finished another character’s route first… and that character happened to be Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

———

“In layman’s terms… We are living in a complex romance novel-esque system, correct? And I am the ‘book’ people often recommend to start the series with first before moving on to the sequel?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“… and I am just a stepping stone for a happier ending? A pawn? A mere puppet for someone chasing a momentary cure for loneliness?”

“Well, it felt real to me when I played your route—”

“Perhaps, but feelings do not change what is real and what isn’t.” Diluc sighed, unsheathing his dagger to break off the ropes that held the server down.

(Y/n) traced their wrists, appreciating now how gentle he had been when he could’ve gone rougher.

“Diluc…”

He bit his lip. It pained him to hear the server call his name as if they knew him.

They spoke as if they were friends the whole time right after they just revealed that his life is a self-fulfilled prophecy of unrequited romance.

And it was insulting.

———

The two have come a long way since then. He lost his faux feelings for Lumine. After gaining self-awareness, Diluc had begun avoiding what occurs in the game’s plot under the NPC’s guidance. To improve Lumine's chances of acquiring Albedo's route, (Y/n) was more than happy to assist him, so they started exchanging chats that ranged from oblique threats to routine discussions only friends could have.

Even so, (Y/n)’s attempts were futile when Albedo revealed to both of them that he knew he’s also just a character since the day he was “created”, and that “I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped attempting to produce an inorganic chemistry between the protagonist and me.”

…The chief alchemist was a smart one for sure and his confrontation had sobered (Y/n) fully. Although Albedo will never be the princess’ endgame nor will he turn into an apocalyptic dragon, (Y/n) had earned his friendship and started treating the rest of the cast as people and not just characters.

Diluc gazed out the window.

It was late into the night and rain was falling. There was not a single domestic sound emanating from nearby homes, which was a wise choice since annoying harpies would have gathered at the sound of human noises. Birds accosted the drying trees and roofs as fog swept through the streets. With the exception of this seaside restaurant, most stores were noticeably closed. The downpour buried the sound of crashing waves just a few meters outside, so no one would have known that this was close to the beach.

"Huh," (Y/n) stared in the same direction. "Didn’t expect it to rain tonight. Guess you can't escape this cheap alcohol-tasting session, huh?"

In the course of his outdoor nightly training, the head of the Department of Military Affairs grew incredibly resilient against mere storms. "I don’t need an umbrella."

"Fair," they laughed, distinctly human compared to the usual polite chuckles he would hear from leeching nobles. "But oh, dear Duke, if you don't need an umbrella then why are you still here? Is it because you wanted to see me– w-wait hold on—I'm kidding— sit down!"

…

They reached for his arm, but try as they might—

their hand only passed through.

The two stiffened.

Diluc’s breath hitched.

That was proof.

Because of this scripted fate, a commoner like them can't even grasp his hand, let alone touch it. Not when the system outright denies the friendship they have.

An NPC like (Y/n) can’t remain friends with a main character like Diluc once they have fulfilled their role in their story.

Diluc was untouchable.

He closed his eyes. Just acknowledging this pains him.

They both sat back down.

Much like how Diluc had pretended not to hear their comment earlier, (Y/n) also pretended that nothing unreal occurred seconds ago.

"S... So, is there anything else you want with that?" They pointed at his glass. "We have a crap ton of limes and cranberry juice! Oh, but I'm not sure if it would taste that good if we mix it, haha."

He could practically hear them force that laughter right out of their throat. Diluc hurriedly swallowed the fire-water they offered him since neither could stand the awkward tension. Diluc cringed.

"Oh, sorry, was it too strong?" Many nobles who detained the duke with platitudes were met with sarcastic comments, but he never hated (Y/n)’s idea of small talk.

"It's fine." He spoke huskily.

"Does it need lime or any add ons–"

"It's fine."

"... Okay."

The silence was painfully awkward... Perhaps Diluc shouldn't have threatened Albedo to sit this one out. He wanted an opportunity to be alone with (Y/n), and this is far from what he had hoped would turn out. Diluc's forehead creased as he held back what could've been a long somber sigh.

"How's work?" He asked.

"Oh, it's been alright."

That doesn't sound promising. This was a trick up his sleeves to snap them back to a cheery mood. Usually, they’d start rambling about their regulars and watch how endearingly entertaining they are. There should’ve been a quip about Itto’s TCG losing streak or how Kunikuzushi and Kazuha were arguing again over where they should place their tent for their next travels. This time, (Y/n) barely uttered a phrase.

They continued, "I don't suppose I could ask you the same, given that most of your work is confidential–"

"The Holy Kingdom’s crown prince visited North Gaciea today."

"Oh?"

Finally, he could see them smile for just a bit. Of course, they’d be interested to hear about Zhongli since he was the poster boy for the game’s sequel. Fortunately for Diluc, (Y/n) never got to play the game.

"That's wonderful! I was waiting for an English Localization of the sequel for soooo long! Was he hot? I bet he’s gorgeous as fu–"

"No."

"No...?"

"I mean." Diluc cleared his throat. It's barely even a shot of fire-water and he's already getting impulsive. "I meant that I cannot discuss the matter further. I am not like Kaeya. This is confidential, like what you had said."

"Ah..." Their eyebrows furrowed "I see…"

Why did they sound so disappointed?

Is (Y/n)… bored of him?

Diluc digressed, "how's Dainsleif?"

"Dain?" Their nose scrunched. "I haven't seen that poor guy for weeks now. He’s probably escorting Princess Lumine to Justice Ajax’s territory like in the game. Why?"

"Kamisato Ayato?"

"Ah, he ordered a crate of Dango milk yesterday," they laughed softly. "I'm amazed at how that man is barely affected by the script. I mean, I guess that’s to be expected when your route can only be unlocked by choosing three unsuspecting dialogue options. I don't think he talked to the protagonist at all these past two years. You’d think Lumine would’ve raised her wits stat high enough to attract his attention, but alas, Lord Ayato’s still lounging around East Gaciea doing Venti-knows-what."

He wasn’t paying attention to their ramblings. All their names sound bitter in Diluc's mouth. Unlike Albedo and Diluc, the rest of the Love Interests are free to interact with them as an extra. Server C had also performed their last scripted interaction with them, hence, (Y/n) can never touch Albedo and Diluc again.

Retainer Dainsleif of the West, Lord Kamisato Ayato of the East, Chief Justice “Childe” Ajax of the North, Chief Alchemist Albedo of Who-Knows-Where, and Duke Diluc Ragnvindr of the South… Princess Lumine certainly had fine options.

The Duke just wished the otome game scriptwriters would’ve let him have his own choice in the matter as well.

(Y/n) rested their elbows down on the table as they gazed into Diluc's distant eyes.

"Why did you ask?"

Diluc frowned, He admits it— (Y/n)’s eyes are nothing to write home about. When compared to an ephemeral beauty like Princess Lumine, their ordinary (e/c) eyes and visage hardly qualify as "distinctive traits." Their vibrant red ribbon is the only thing separating them from the street's grey residents. Yet he can still tell it's them no matter how big the crowd is. No matter how much they look like an “NPC”, to him at least it was a face worth seeing. Even if they mesh into a blob of slime, he can sense their essence through and through.

Although he can now barely make out the features on their face, nothing on this false earth can convince him that he wasn’t talking to the love of his life.

"I..." Diluc loosened his collar, suddenly growing hot at the intensity of their stare. "I simply wished to learn how the two other Love Interests are doing. I’ve had a chat with Ajax, and he still acts like a quote-on-quote “yandere” as you had explained before."

“Is that all?”

Diluc nodded.

"Ah," They shrugged. "Got my hopes up there– I thought there are other “Wasureta: No More” CGs I haven't seen yet."

Diluc smiled and took a drink.

"Ahh..." He exhaled, his eyelids fluttering shut in the process.

"You okay there pal?" They asked. "I know I said we shouldn't let any of this go to waste but you know I can just store them back home right? Oh, you can have some too but I don't think you'd like so–"

"I'll take a bottle."

(Y/n)’s eyes widened.

"Y-You..." They stuttered, "You sure?"

"Yeah," Diluc mumbled, lying to himself. "It tastes okay."

They grinned. The sight makes his decision all the more worth it.

"Haha, great!" They fist-bumped the air "See? Told ya cheap fire-water tastes good!"

Don’t get him wrong, he's not taking one home because of its taste. He's taking one home because it might be the last memento he'll have of (Y/n).

"Hold on, let me get a ribbon." They opened their palms to stop him from leaving. "Can't give the great Duke of the South something that looks barely presentable now would I?"

They left him with a skip in their steps. Diluc smiled.

Now that he's left alone, he silently wondered:

Just how long can he last before he tells the NPC that he wants to ruin their friendship?

———

———

Along with the sounds of gutted flesh reverberating through the tunnel's dark passageways, a man's hysterical laughter echoed. It was mostly silence in the caves, and there is a strong sense of loneliness upon entering the vicinity. Humans and animals alike would feel as though there is no life inside those walls, but the joyous yet hollow laughter came from the end of the tunnel.

And on the other side, you'll find a red-haired man at his wit's end.

"Tell me..." His words dragged out in a low growl as he grabbed a fistful of the bloody and tattered blonde's greasy hair. The man whimpered from his touch. "Was it fun? Laughing at my misery this entire time? Were you laughing along with them? Lumine, Dainsleif, and all the rest?! Did I put up quite the show there?!"

Crown Prince Aether trembled.

Duke Ragnvindr had everything figured out.

———

“There’s one regret I have now that I’ve isekai-d in this game.”

“What was it?”

“It’s just that,” (Y/n) sighed. “I never really got this game to a 100% completion.”

Diluc raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by their obsession with Wasureta, “and why is that important?”

“Hey! It’s pretty damn important!” (Y/n) grumbled. "Tsk, if only I finished your bad endings… The guides say once you do that, you’ll be able to unlock a secret route.”

“A secret route?”

“Yeah,” they shrugged.

“I’ve read some spoilers from Otomekitten's blog and get this— the last route reveals where Lumine’s brother had been hiding all this time.”

———

The nerves on the back of Diluc's palms were more noticeable as he pulled the poor man closer. Simply put, their faces did not resemble what mankind should look like; rather, they were an animalistic representation of a predator and prey. Hitherto it had disturbed Prince Aether in his rests, but it was too late when he finally acknowledged that something unhinged lay dormant inside the duke.

"P-please..." He coughed. Blood started drooling down the edge of his lips. He assumes that a few of his teeth are likely knocked in, and he can feel his canines prodding inside his throat. "H-have merc–"

With alarming ease, Diluc threw him in the direction of the shelves. The blonde fell and gasped violently when the splintered wood struck his shoulder. The gaping wound on his hips gushed out once more, bleeding onto his carpet and scattered notes. The duke was a monster. He intentionally missed striking his vital organs to prolong his suffering. More blood gushed from his mouth and the prince noisily wheezed out wet coughs.

His Highness has (Y/n) to blame for the hints they gave the duke.

If they hadn't had that conversation, Diluc wouldn’t have figured out that Aether created this “game” world out of grief for his dead sister.

———

“I’ve been alive here for a year or so but I can’t get used to how the harpies in this world look so tame.”

“Hmm? What else were you expecting?”

“Nothing much, it’s just that they look so different in the game’s beta.”

They shrugged. “Fun fact: did you know that “Wasureta: No More” was a fantasy-horror game before the scriptwriters decided to rewrite everything?”

———

"Tsk." Diluc spat and wiped his mouth with his last dirty palm as if there was a major difference. Both are equally soiled with oil and Aether’s blood; it wouldn’t have mattered.

The duke snarled aloud into a burst of savage laughter, "what's wrong, My Creator? Can't even muster up the courage to face your retribution?"

"F-Friend..." Aether called out, hoping to garner sympathy for the Diluc who once looked after both him and his sister at the royal gardens. Hoping to remind him that he was placed number 1 on the list of people the head of Military Affairs had trusted.

"Don't call me that," Diluc's grip on his claymore grew tighter until his knuckles paled.

"Du-Duke..." The blonde looked up. "I can't just... Rewrite this story again..."

"You can," Diluc spoke in a somewhat broken voice. His sanity may be waning, but he cannot deny that Aether was included in the list of the people the duke trusted. "We’re just characters you’ve written. You've done that before. You've done that to Lumine."

"And I r-regretted it!" He sputtered out, accidentally stronger than intended. The blonde scurried to lean against the wall as he feared Diluc would attack him for his offensive tone. "I regretted it. I thought I could revive my sister... I thought that would bring Lumine back into this new world. I thought it would bring her happiness if– if I gave her m-more options–"

"Forced options," Diluc grumbled, rightfully angry at the blonde's interferences. Based on his inference, three of the five suitors wouldn't have been whisked away by Lumine's whims if it weren't for her brother’s influence. And judging by his pained reaction, Diluc would be right.

"But she’s not my real sister.” Aether sobbed. “She never will be— she’s just an image I had of her. And I-I still ended up making this false Lumine more miserable."

"No shit." Diluc snickered with narrow eyes. "You made her miserable—"

The duke just wished he knew where Aether was from the very beginning. He would've had Prince Aether's head before this whole damn game even started.

"And you made me so fucking miserable, Crown Prince," Diluc muttered. 

“I just wanted to be with (Y/n).” He breathed in shakily, “is that so much to ask for?”

"P-Please, listen to me." Aether wept. "Ch-Changing someone's fate brings more harm than good!"

THUD.

Aether shook as a claymore thrust through the concrete just a hair beside his ear. He gulped under the towering gaze of those piercing red eyes. They glowered over him, and they were far from pleased. Aether was too terrified to look away as he saw how Diluc's eyes spiraled into the abyss. The air was thick with heat emanating from Diluc’s pyro-abilities. The sound of the metal rang in the prince’s ears like a warning, thus, the strength in his shoulders weakened and his muscles have gone mushed as he cowered down.

Changing fate brings more harm than good? What a joke. By the looks of it, letting fate run its course only puts the prince in greater turmoil.

Maybe Diluc should offer his head to Her Highness. It doesn't matter whether he lived or died, does it not? If she's so desperate to find the missing prince again, it wouldn't even matter what state his casket is in.

"Di–"

Aether couldn’t breathe.

"Don't struggle."

Diluc effortlessly slid the prince's entire body up the wall after grabbing his throat. Aether's feet curled up as he struggled to steal a breath. He tried to kick and claw Diluc's arms away, but the man stood his ground. Ruby eyes continued to pursue him with an icy rage that Aether was all too familiar with.

The fact that they both placed a lot of faith in one another was a mistake.

Aether's eyes started to tear up involuntarily. Diluc spoke those words as if they weren't threatening remarks, but a merciful command. Yet it doesn't change the fact that he intended to assassinate the prince with his bare hands. Aether began balling up his fists and striking him, but it was ineffective.

"..."

Diluc coldly watched his stomach bleed out like a student dissecting a frog.

Aether's vision clouded. As he flailed his limbs like a wild animal, dark blotches started to appear in his line of sight. His fingers are unwittingly clawing at everything as the adrenaline starts to kick in. Aether never wished to harm a soul, but at that moment he was aiming for Diluc's eyes.

His survival instincts kicked in.

He can't die.

Not like this.

"Si–..."

Lumine. Sister.

Aether needed to apologize to his sister.

He still hoped to say sorry— sorry for leaving her to run a kingdom alone— sorry for not being able to save her in the original timeline— 

sorry for resetting and rewriting the game just to see her alive and happy again.

Aether had so much unfinished business piled up. So many discoveries he has yet to pen down. He can't die here. He mustn’t.

He grabbed something. A fleeting crimson near his assailant's collarbone.

Was it Diluc's hair?

He pulled harder. All his strength was wasted on that sliver of red hope. Anything that would get his assailant to stop.

And Diluc did. His grip on Aether's throat loosened as the prince fell back on the floor. Aether wheezed, his vision slowly returning to him. His bated breathing echoed inside the room as his eyesight returned to him. When the prince's eyes finally focused sharply, he saw silk.

This wasn't Diluc's hair, it was–

"(Y/n)’s ribbon."

Diluc used the very same ribbon (Y/n) to decorate a bottle of fire-water with to tie up his hair.

Aether shivered.

"It seems like you wanted to choose your death."

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Aether looked up. He shouldn't have looked up.

Duke Diluc Ragnvindr's face was red with a grin uncannily reaching his ears to a degree that shouldn't be possible. His expression was akin to a lovesick young adult twisted to its extremities. He appeared to look excited. To think that he burns up by just a mention of this person’s name makes Aether sick to his stomach.

"Allow me to heed your last wish, Your Highness."

The prince felt his whole body tense up as Diluc wrapped the ribbon around his neck.

Diluc did not give him any more room to breathe as if his body was moving automatically.

This wasn’t Diluc Ragnvindr anymore.

His eyes were empty. 

This was a man possessed.

"Ch...de..." Aether forced out his last words as the ribbon quickly wrung around him.

"S..ve... my... s....ter"

———

———

Diluc only pulled out of his trance after he started washing the blood off his hands. Elzer subsequently informed him that the duke had entered the manor bloodied and unkempt with no recollection of how he got there and that he had strolled carelessly to the restroom like a corpse. There was a commotion across the entire Ragnvindr manor and rumors that he had lost an unpleasant duel quickly circulated. Better that than the truth, he supposed. Even his memory of what transpired in Aether's basement is hazy. Diluc only had their red ribbon and the idea of winning in his mind. He refused to let things continue as they are.

It wasn't until he started drying himself with a towel that he realized that the crown prince perished by his hands.

To think that Diluc used to be so terrified of offending royalties– of accidentally slipping a lese-majeste out of his lips– but now he let a royal's soul slip out of his wrists.

It's invigorating.

Diluc not only tied his fate with theirs, but he successfully managed to cut their ties with those disgusting vermin they call their “regulars.” They can't have them anymore, and they won't even intend to reach out. No one remembers who Server C is. They are now alone together with him. He’s the only person they can depend on. Diluc's breathing heaved lower. Just thinking about their inevitable dependence excites him.

He quietly closed the door behind him.

"Good evening, Server C." He smiled. "Or, should I say, my beloved?"

Just the two of them.

They won't look at anyone else. They can't. The whole world will now feel what he felt when he was unable to touch (Y/n). Only HE has the privilege to hold them now.

It's just the two of them in this world left. After all, there is no statute of limitations once you learn how to play Creator.

Diluc Ragnvindr had successfully rewritten this game’s script.

He no longer carries any in-game responsibilities, much like how there is no Lord Kamisato, Justice Ajax, Retainer Dainsleif, and Chief Albedo that exists in this “script.rpy” file.

It’s just him and his beloved server, alone.

Diluc wiped his mouth. He's practically dro– no, his mouth is literally watering at the thought. Diluc's heart is pounding, almost threatening to break free from his ribs.

"I’m all you have now, (Y/n)." Diluc's gaze softens. "Isn't that wonderful?"

His hands reluctantly traveled under their blanket where their hands should be, scared that when he reaches out, he'll feel nothing there.

He felt their warmth.

Diluc grinned tearfully. He can finally touch them again. He felt their fingers crossed miraculously against his own.

"You’re so warm..."

He gently rubbed their calloused hand against his cheek.

No matter how overworked or ragged these hands were from washing the dishes, for him, they were silk to touch. So soft. So vulnerable.

Diluc swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. God. They’re so vulnerable right now. So peaceful. So fragile. His breathing increased in volume. He could just take them right here–

His bottom lip started to bleed. He was doing everything in his power not to cave in but his throat was starting to get parched. He breathed in deeply.

Not now. Please, not right now. Not when they probably don’t remember who he is.

Diluc wanted to see the look on their face as he finally kisses them. What expressions will they make? It's not fair to both of them to steal such a moment when they’re asleep. That's not what he had been waiting for. Not what he's been craving.

"My beloved, you're a beauty from afar, but you're even more flawless in my arms," Diluc muttered over their ear.

"And I'll do everything in my power to let it stay that way. Fate and the entire world be damned."

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A/n: want to read more of this in a visual novel form? It's here :)

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Little Project

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Reader

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You felt sore.

So incredibly sore.

No one said giving birth would be easy.

Mayuri warned you even before you got pregnant, but you didn’t care.

And you still don’t.

The pain was worth every bit.

Holding your son in your arms was worth every second.

Even if your marriage with the 12th Division’s Captain was arranged, you somehow found love in him.

Stockholm syndrome? Possibly.

But you did love him.

And you wanted a baby.

Mayuri said he will create one for you, but you wanted to give birth. You wanted to go through all of it.

It did take some convincing but in the end, he agreed.

You entered the bathtub with your son in your arms.

Letting the warm water take your soreness away while you held him to your chest.

The little boy was only born a day ago.

When you woke up in your room, you were alone, you had to go and search around only to find Nemuri looking after him.

You told her that she could leave and attend to her duties.

The sweet girl ran off excitedly.

You did have a deep affection towards her. But you also understood that she had duties.

And a lovely bath was definitely on your list of things.

So this is where you were now. Enjoying the warm water as your son slept on your chest. 

The little boy resembled his father a lot.

His hair was dark blue, and his skin was also more like his and his eyes, undoubtedly Mayuri’s.

You were a bit sad, seeing how he resembled your husband instead of you. But he was just so unbearably cute.

You smiled at him.

“Please don’t turn out to be a mad scientist… one is already enough.” you said to the young boy who slept soundly.

Then the door to the bathroom opened suddenly, making you jump, thankfully your son didn’t wake up.

“What are you doing?” it was Mayuri.

“Taking a bath.”

“Get out, it’s not healthy, I have tests to run on you both.” he turned around to leave.

“No.” you said, making him stop and turn to look at you.

“No?” he asked.

“I’m taking a bath, then I will get something to eat. No tests.”

“Then give him to me.” but your hand tightened around the baby. “You would think I would hurt him?”

“I have seen you do things.”

“Then why did you want to have my son?” he was very calm.

“Because I love you.”

“But you don’t trust me?”

“I don’t want to let him go. He is so small and fragile.”

“I will just put him to bed for now, I just wanted to check his blood for any… discrepancies.”

“He is not your project!”

“I know, but he might have inherited something, and I want to be prepared.” Mayuri’s voice was so low you felt bad for snapping at him. “It is good to know though that your mother instincts kicked in! Very well! I will stay with you for the rest of the day. Akon can cook something for us to eat.”

After he left you quickly got out of the bath and got dressed.

Putting a very cute onesie on your baby, you headed to the living room. 

“I’m sorry. I do trust you. I just worry.”

“Nothing to apologise for, you are the mother protecting their baby.” you walked over to him and placed your son on his chest.

“And you are his father. I’ll cook something for us.” you smiled before leaving him and heading to the kitchen.

Mayuri looked at his sleeping son.

“I guess you are kind of cute… Your mother doesn’t know but you are my project. My most precious project, my son.” he placed a kiss on the little boys forehead who stirred in his sleep before he calmed down again.

Little did the Captain know that you have heard and seen everything.

Here’s what my upcoming fic will be about. based on the screenshots I took from episode 213! 😂

*plays elevator music*

Did you get the hint? 😅

*It’s now done and it’ll be posted this week! 🤭 stay tuned!