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controller | sukuna x f!reader

thirteen: the sun pt. 1

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

chapter warnings: graphic depictions of violence, profanity, mentions of blood and violence, narcissistic parental abuse, terminal illness, death/loss of a parent, slight mention of body obsession, toxic family dynamics

a/n: 5.6k words. 1 month time skip! this may be a hard chapter for some of those that have dealt with abuse/lost a parent, so please read the chapter warnings!!! <33

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Mrs. Itadori was someone you’d stop and stare at whenever she walked into the room, the person you’d fixate on when watching people cross the street, the first face you looked at when looking at a group photo.

She was beautiful, very aware of it too. You’d assume that with the brief description alone, that she’d be too in your face, maybe even intimidating. But it was different with her. People would say she was warm and welcoming, her smooth voice drew anyone in.

A light in this world.

She was perfect— even her exits were graceful. No one ever realized that she was also the type of person who’d leave the room whenever someone attempted to take that away from her, dim her down.

The shift in her would be slight, but he caught on to it after a while. Her eyes would darken, she’d avoid looking at them to keep herself from making a face— like they didn’t belong there.

He chalked it up to insecurities at first, he wouldn’t have blamed her. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much pressure it was trying to keep up with some of the other wives in the circle.

He kept it to himself.

Then one day he realized it wasn’t just with women, which made him completely forget about it. It was probably just a clash in personality types. It was whatever— not like he exactly picked her out, this is arranged. Not every weird quirk of hers is going to be written down, she might not even be aware of it.

She was more than enough for him— they got along well, shared the same interests, had the same family values.

He was surprised that she even agreed to the arrangement at first, he was sure she could always go for someone better looking than him.

But he wasn’t complaining. He’ll always appreciate someone who didn’t go for just looks, it showed that she had a good spirit. Not like he’d actually know, he never asked why. Just a fleeting thought that he didn’t hold on to for long.

But if he asked her, she’d probably still lie. It’s a strange answer, he’d most likely be offended anyways. There was no point in hurting his feelings.

She grew to love him. He was kind to her, took care of her, was easy to get along with.

He was someone that made her feel good about herself.

Someone that blended into the background.

Then she eventually gave birth to two, healthy twin boys.

They were beautiful, the talk of the neighbourhood for the longest time too.

They took after their father the most, but she came in and refined them, almost as if she took his genes to the next level.

He looks at his boys and thinks of them as the highest versions of himself. He wants them to surpass him. He was someone who’d gladly step aside for them.

She’s relieved they’re not girls.

He noticed being a mother of twins added to the certain kind of attention that she enjoyed.

The kind of attention where others noticed and recognized exactly what it was that made her stand out from the rest. The compliments were so specific and she held them close to her heart.

Which he thought was fine. She probably just needed it, she felt off after having them. But he didn’t get it.

She’s probably one of the most petite women he knew.

Sure!

She had children, of course some parts of her body changed, but he’s not even trying to be flattering when he says it.

“Honey, you’re smaller than what you were before having the boys. I really don’t see what you’re talking about.”

She just nods in response, there’s no point in trying to explain it to him. He wouldn’t notice the difference, nobody looks at people like him in the first place, it’s why she married him.

It was never the same for her after that. At one point, she was able to look at anybody and they were already looking back at her.

But of course, she can’t bring that up. She’d be seen as selfish, vain, that her priorities were backwards and to go take care of her fucking kids.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting people to acknowledge me! I’m still a person.

Yet she’d never say that outloud, because some smartass would respond with something stupid like Yeah! So are we!

You probably already know how she’d respond to a statement like that.

You might also already know how she’d respond to another mother talking about how difficult having just one baby is.

It was only the days she took the twins out where she’d actually be approached for once— curious strangers wanting to see her boys, complimenting the full heads of fluffy pink hair and their chubby cheeks.

Always the same discussion too, slipping in the fact that they’re a handful… but she makes it work!

Then mentioning how much her back hurt carrying them, because she realized it leads to them saying, “I forgot to mention how good you look by the way!”

She really did enjoy it, motherhood and all.

Her babies are sweet. Sukuna’s more energetic, so she’d usually put him in the walker. He was lucky he lived in such a big home, he had more than enough space to go crazy.

Jin was more calm, he did not care for the walker. He was more content staying in one spot, playing with blocks or something.

Sukuna also recently just learned that if he yelled loud enough, his mother would magically appear, then bring him back to his brother, where they’d spend the rest of their day basically attached to each other.

Even as they got older, they stuck by each others sides. By the time they were 4, their personalities were loud and clear.

Well— maybe not Jin; he’s quiet, calm and shy. You can see it in his mannerisms, he walks slowly for no other reason than he’s just not in a rush. He has a gentle voice– sometimes people can’t hear him because of it, so he gets over his alleged shyness and speaks louder.

And after a while, he’ll realize he’s not actually shy, he's just not a big fan of people. He won’t have too many friends because of that, but it doesn’t bother him. That just means he has more love to give— it’s something that’ll save others in ways he’d never know.

Then there’s Sukuna— who may not be as quiet and shy as his brother, but he could be calm when you needed him to be. He is outgoing, he’s never had trouble meeting new people or going to new places, he’d be the first to wave and smile at others. He’s confident, walks around with a care in the world, holding his head up high. He’ll grow up to realize most people don’t like that and he won’t care.

People will try to break him down along the way. It’ll work at first, but then he’ll realize they were never going to like him either way, and goes back to being himself— each time he does this, he comes back angrier with less patience. It’s a constant cycle, but he’d do it as many times as it takes.

He was similar to his mother— always the first one to be seen, except he would never have to work for it in the way she did. It's just who he was. It was blatant and in your face— like the fucking sun.

And Wasuke will never see that slight shift in her after coming to the realization.

—

There are many things Sukuna is proud of.

One of them is being a hard worker— meeting deadlines well before their due dates, keeping an eye out for potential threats towards the company, being the team leader everyone needs him to be— not to mention the never ending amount of unofficial work he does for his father.

He’s great at, well, all of it.

There was actually one point in time where his father “jokingly” asked him if he’d ever be interested in taking over once he eventually steps down and retires. The only reason why he knew Wasuke was taking it into serious consideration is because he’d find a way to wiggle it into a conversation once a week for a good 3 months.

He eventually had to sit his old man down and tell him “fuck no”, word for word. He had to admit it to himself though, it had to be the nicest indirect compliment he’d ever received. One that told him he was competent and good enough to pass on the torch to.

But he’ll continue to say it again and again, as many times as he needs to— that was Jin’s fate, not his.

As for his own fate?

Sell all of his shares and retire at the same time his father does. He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life working. He might not have a rags to riches story like him, but he’s sacrificed more than enough for the family and company, whether others would like to admit it or not.

Another thing he’s proud of is that he’s a great son, brother, and friend.

Yeah, there maybe be some issues here and there, maybe even some fights— but one thing will always stand clear, fuck with his people and he’ll make the devil look like a saint.

But what happens when one of his people try to fuck with him?

He has no fucking idea, it’s never happened before. Out of all the people he knew, it just had to be one of the very few people he truly respected— Wasuke Itadori.

Jin would never do this to him. Hell— not even Satoru would pull this shit, and that says a lot.

And no, he still doesn’t know how to get out of this and he’s reminded each time the clock ticks away, mocking him, calling him a pushover.

And that brings him to another thing he was proud of, he’s never hit a woman before, ever.

That’s definitely not something he should be proud of, but Yorozu tests him every time she’s within his vicinity.

He deserves an award for every time he’s had to listen to her nasally voice. Bringing up the most random, irrelevant topics, all to try to get to know him better, completely unaware of the fact that he hates small talk. It’s something he makes clear to people when first meeting them.

Even if she did start to ask him deeper questions, he’d never take the extra time and energy to answer them. He’d rather tell the tabloids before telling her anything personal about him.

He deserves a round of applause for the restraint he’s shown each time she throws her arms around him whenever she sees him— something you’ve unfortunately had to see way too many times at work this month.

If only his family knew how much harder his life gets when you are forced to see that shit, you'll ignore him for a day or two, as if it was his fault— it’s fucking not. It’s her that comes into the office, attempting to mark her territory.

As if she were some ratty dog that miraculously got adopted and he’s the unlucky fire hydrant that she’s just been dying to reach— dousing him in piss that contains more than enough radioactive material to give the Elephant's Foot a run for its money.

And of course you’re sugary sweet with her, because you’re a traitor.

You’re nice to everyone.

Then you clock out and revert back to the little demon that ignores him— punishing him for things out of his control and he has to spend the rest of the day trying to make it up to you.

The person you really should be punishing is his father, but you won’t, because that’s your boss– who’s your own ticket to a better life. Having him as a reference will open any door you want in this country. But, that’s only after being able to say that you worked for him and made him happy… for over a year.

This alleged wedding would be happening before you reach that milestone— over his dead body.

He honestly thought that he’d calm down over everything and have a better head on his shoulders by now, but the inner turmoil has consistently stayed the same.

It’s just as bad as ever.

There’ve been many days where he truly felt he’d finally snap, all of which have gotten triggered by you being a fucking brat for not trusting him.

It’s not over Yorozu either. It definitely annoys you when she touches him, but you’re not worried about him sleeping with her.

At all.

When you first met her at the small work event she decided to crash, he did what he thought was the right thing to do and pulled you aside— reminding you that there was nothing to worry about.

He should’ve just kept his mouth shut that day.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever hear you laugh that loud ever again. That was it for you, the joke of the century, there’s nothing he could ever say to top that.

Now what’s actually caused an argument or two is your lack of trust in the fact that he could get out of the arrangement. It drives him up the wall, everyone around him suffers because of it.

He wishes you’d be more jealous and territorial over him, at least then he could talk shit about her.

He can get extra creative with the insults, he’d be able to make you laugh just as hard as you did that one time— your heart would be filled to the brim with validation. But he’s given you enough validation, that much is clear from how you look at her more like an endangered bug rather than the woman who won’t call off the arrangement.

He’s convinced he could fill her hair products with nair, admit to it, and it still wouldn’t be enough to make her call it off.

He’s constantly fighting the urge to go on a rampage, expose all of his secrets— ones that make sleeping with his dad’s assistant look like a walk in the fucking park.

Sometimes he thinks that prison might just be a better route than the one he’s currently being forced to take at the moment. Then he gets brought back down to reality from something as simple as eating breakfast with you, or pouring himself a glass of top shelf tequila— neither he’d get to experience if he took everyone down with him.

“Hey Sukuna?”

He could just stuff you in a car and drive far, far away from here.

But he doubts you’d like that— your reaction is what would make the justice system view it as abduction, rather than some spontaneous act between two lovers.

“Sukuna?”

What if he switched your birth control out with placebos? Shoko could probably help him with that if he paid her enough. The kid would be cute too.

No— stop.

He told himself he wouldn’t get you involved. You wouldn’t want to get involved, even if he asked.

Good on you for being able to put your foot down though, not a lot of people can do that. Even if this is probably one of the worst times to practice setting boundaries— it’s literally the easiest way to stop this madness.

Not to mention you’d be set for fucking life?

It’s okay, he understands.

Including you in– any way– would increase the chances of you maybe needing to lean on him in one way or another. It would just set off warning signals in that paranoid little brain of yours— most likely learned from your family.

But he wouldn’t know, you don’t talk about them.

Some weird complex you have.

But you’ll open up about them… eventually.

It’d be easier for you to talk about your childhood trauma’s though if you just gave Yuji a fucking cousin, then you’d have access to the best thera—

“Sukuna.”

For fucks sake.

“What?”

“Will you pass the green beans, please?” Hideo immediately softens his tone after finally getting his attention, caught off guard from the way he went straight to glaring daggers at him after dozing off for god knows how long.

He thought he was high at first, but his ability to go from 0 to satan’s favorite fucking demon makes him think he’s painfully sober right now.

“Eat my shit.” He says, not sparing the man from his wrath. The steak he’s cutting into is too well done for his liking. If it were actually good, he might’ve considered responding to him with a simple “fuck off”.

He wouldn’t.

Something else would’ve managed to piss him off, like Yorozu’s face.

“Sukuna!” Wasuke slams his fist down. “I’m so sorry, he’s usually not like thi–”

“Yes I am.” He was quick to cut him off.

It would usually be paired with a smirk, but not this time. This steak’s gonna fuck up his teeth and he’s pretty sure he could find a way to sue this family into oblivion for it.

He turns his attention back to his “fiancés” father, “You have arms, reach for them yourself, pops.”

Wasuke’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He just gets worse. “I apologize once again, Hideo. He’s–”

“No, no— it’s okay.” He assures him, “We all have our bad days, Sukuna’s not immune to them.”

“Yeah! It’s alright, Itadori-san,” Yorozu attempts to back him up. Like father, like daughter– spineless. “I’m sure it’s been a long week for him.”

“The men are speaking.” Sukuna immediately shuts her down, trying his best not to cackle at the impeccable Zen’in impersonation.

He doesn’t know what’s funnier, that fact that he found a way to mock that clan while telling her to shut up or imagining how you’d react to that.

You’d probably throw your food at him, plate included, if he ever spoke to you like that— like the perfect little princess you are.

He starts to cut at the rough steak again, scratching up the ceramic plate without making it too obvious. Watching everyone clench their teeth from the sound brings him some satisfaction, but it’ll never be enough to ease the anger he feels towards everyone at this table.

“I’m actually having a great day.” He eventually adds after letting the surprise Zen’in special take a minute or two to marinate deep into their souls. Making sure to flash her mother a smile before popping another slice of beef in his mouth.

There’s no way in hell this isn’t some form of revenge towards the Aizawa’s from his dad’s end. The only thing that comes to mind when he looks at this family is how this is the stupidest decision his father has ever made, unless this was some hitting-two-birds-with-one-stone situation.

It would still be fucked up, but at least he’d be somewhat impressed. He’d feel better about being sacrificed in the name of revenge, rather than being married off as punishment for stomping on a potential sex offender's face.

If it’s not some weird revenge thing, then it had to be the fact that this is probably the only family that would be willing to put up with him.

He just openly disrespected the patriarch of the family and none of them had the balls to say anything— not the parents, not Yorozu, and not even her sister, who’s apparently one of the city’s most aggressive lawyers.

He’s not concerned for Yorozu’s wellbeing in the slightest, but it’s amusing how her family is willing to put up with this, just so they could slightly climb up the social ladder— him aggressively showing signs of marital abuse this early on, that is.

But then again, she won’t back out from the arrangement, she’s allowing him to treat them like trash at this point.

Like clockwork, he finds himself comparing her to you, the girl who barged into his office and cussed him out for bothering her too much. You’d make him suffer if he gave you just a fraction of the treatment he gives her.

He really shouldn’t find it as attractive as he does, but he does. If anybody were to ask if he needed help, it’d be an immediate, clear and concise “no”.

He loves it here.

He’d even go as far as to say he’d rather have you fight him every day for the rest of his life than go another day having to pretend he’s actually going to marry this bitch. At least with you, he’d actually want to please you, make you happy.

His phone begins to buzz— speak of the devil.

You usually get hungry around this time and he can already feel the attitude radiating from whatever passive aggressive text you just sent him.

He should be on his way back right now— with the take out he promised you if you stayed at his penthouse and waited for him to get back.

But this family hired the world’s most incompetent chef– just so they could have something to prove, and what exactly are they trying to prove right now?

No idea.

Not only is he late, but they also fed him one of the worst meals he’s ever eaten in his entire life. All of which could’ve been avoided if they didn’t think they were too good for restaurants.

“Put your phone away.” His father demands through gritted teeth, clearly done with his antics for tonight.

Like he gives a fuck.

“Fuck off.” He calmly says as he begins to read your text.

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: i already ordered take out. ill probably be asleep by the time you get back too, so gn

| Sukuna Itadori: im almost done. can you wait 30 more minutes for me?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: no im tired.

Great, he lets out a sigh.

But he gets it, he’d probably act way worse if your positions were switched. He’s genuinely surprised at how much discipline you have in front of others, especially when this wench visits the office unannounced.

The rest of the dinner was quiet and like the last two he was forced to attend, Sukuna didn't bother saying goodbye either.

Another no-no in Wasuke’s eyes. You’re supposed to shake the host's hand and thank them for having you, at the very least— something he’s drilled into both his son’s heads.

Sukuna was the first one out of the two that perfected dining etiquette, but he obviously needs to remind him of again.

Except he’s done more than enough talking, the last 26 years have been nothing but verbal warnings.

So he starts this one off by smashing his fist on to the side of the boy's mouth.

A boy— no man would ever act that way at dinner, let alone someone else’s home.

“Quit fucking embarrassing me.” He says in a low tone, pointing his finger at him as if he were still a child.

He scoffs and shakes his head in response to the familiar taste of copper beginning to pool up in his mouth. Definitely not the first time Wasuke’s punched him in the face, can’t say he was caught off guard either.

He’s slow, doesn’t usually come marching up to him like that either. What always catches him off guard though is how strong his father is, safe to say he got the abnormal strength from him.

But watching him take a step back from seeing the inevitable aftermath proves his mind wasn’t as strong as his body.

He’s the last person that would ever file a police report or fight back, he knows he could keep going.

But he’s talking about his father right now, the same man who had multiple guards practically jump him for having a normal human reaction to having life changing news dropped on him suddenly.

He doesn’t get his hands dirty. He doesn’t want to see the aftermath either, especially if it’s from his own doing.

The adrenaline always kicks in the moment his brain recognizes pain, he can’t feel his face— allowing him to stare his old man down as he clicks his jaw back in place.

He wants him to know he didn’t just bust a lip.

It’s quick, takes zero effort— the only person it hurts is the man who did it to him. But sometimes he wonders what would happen if he showed some pain for once.

You used to cup my cheeks and squish them together.

I wish I could go back and show him this– us, right now—what our future together ended up looking like.

Paying thousands of dollars to have armed guards beat on the same body you spent years trying to protect, hoping to god I don’t break.

When did that stop being a fear of yours?

Some of the many thoughts he’d like to share with him, but he genuinely couldn't.

The words don’t come up. It’s more of a bunch of jumbled thoughts, filled with flashbacks and how he feels.

Jin was the one who knew how to organize them and say them in the correct order, calmly letting you know what he needed you to hear.

But he’s the good twin, he’ll never know what it’s like to be labeled as the bad one, just because he yelled and laughed a little louder. He’s sure he’d have just as hard of a time trying to explain how it felt having parents that made him bleed.

She made him feel loved, gave him a sense of importance— the perfect goodbye gift for someone like him, he’d never abuse it.

He probably would’ve spoken at the funeral too if she had left him the same gift, but who knows if that’d be enough. Those who knew her, knew that Sukuna never gave her a break.

Then there was Jin, who knocked over her favorite vase once.

She freaked out and checked his feet for any cuts despite having shoes on, then had him do breathing exercises because he was freaking out, thinking she was going to beat his ass.

If he did that shit, she’d actually beat his ass. Then call her friends for emotional support, because there’s always something with him.

He’d have to listen to them feed her endless amounts of compliments, saying how lucky he was to have a mother like her, all while he had to carefully pick shards of porcelain off his feet because he didn’t have shoes on.

And if she caught him cleaning his wounds, he’d get yelled at all over again, finding a way to make his shredded up feet look like a reasonable consequence for running around the house or something.

He was glad it was Jin who did that, she would have never done any further investigation and realized the stand was loose.

Now take that story and multiple it by like 5, then by 12, then by 11.

Now imagine your friend calling you that many times in the span of around 10-12 years, and you believe her every single time because you didn’t know her biggest talent is twisting the narrative.

On top of that, your brothers shy and quiet— his existence alone made every single over-exaggerated story believable.

Then after some time, you have your own solidified opinion of the kid because you’ve heard enough horror stories from your poor friend. You don’t hate him because it’s just wrong to feel that way about a child, but you really don’t like them.

You don’t get why can’t they just be fucking normal for once.

They didn’t see him as her child anymore, they saw him as her burden.

Don’t you get tired of getting yelled at?!

Just listen to your mother!

You only have one mother, you need to treat her better!

She’d act exhausted every time she had company over and they’d already know why. So, they’d give her a break and scold him for her, reminding him of all the things he should be grateful for, including her.

He never even bothered to ask them what he did wrong, because they'd insist he already knew— same answer she always gave him. She had them trained well and they didn’t even know it.

He spent those last 4 years filling his entire week up with sports and extracurriculars just to avoid her. Life would be easier, then break would hit, and she’d get on his case for staying in his room too much.

So he’d stay out of the house completely, at one point he practically lived at Satoru’s because his parents were never home. Things would be good, then one night he came home and was bombarded with questions.

“So what? You’d rather be a part of their family?”

“Is that your new family now?”

“You wish they were your parents instead, don’t you?”

Then later he’d overhear her crying to her friends over how she was always so worried for him and his safety. Jin doesn’t stay out that long! What is she doing wrong?!

He’s spent so many years just sitting down and trying to remember the last time she actually told her she loved him.

When he was 14, she became terminally ill. He doesn’t know why his psyche couldn’t have held on for just a couple more months, but he doesn’t blame himself.

The concoction of pain meds rolled in and she started telling him that the years of stress he put her through is what made her get sick.

He’s the reason why she’s dying.

3 days was all it took. He could only describe it as suffering from burnout, but towards just one specific person. After years of trying and failing and trying and failing, his brain finally pulled the plug for him. It didn’t even feel like he was avoiding her, he just didn’t care anymore, he had finally begun to live his life as she was already gone.

His dad couldn’t blame him. He was just now finding out about the way she’d treat him when he wasn’t home.

As much as it hurt Jin, he understood too. He spent his entire life trying to take the blame for the things Sukuna would get in trouble for and she’d just find another reason to get mad at him.

His dad and brother thought getting him to say his final goodbyes would be like pulling teeth, but he went down the moment they asked.

It’s something they spend the next decade talking about, wondering if that’s something they should’ve even done.

Even in her last days, it was clear that Sukuna wasn’t someone she was worried about.

He was just her daily form of entertainment, using him as a free punching bag stimulated some sick part in her brain. She had no use for him anymore.

All she did in those last moments with him was beg him to promise her that he’d take care of Jin— watch over him, protect him.

Deep down, he was hoping that she’d drop the act. She didn’t have to do anything crazy like admit she enjoyed hurting him all these years. Or that the sympathy her friends offered her for pretty much having him made her feel good.

Just talk to him the way she’d talk to Jin!

There’s people out there that actually believe he fucking killed her, all because she wanted them to feel sorry for her and believe that she was just a person that tried her best, up until the very end.

She didn’t even have to treat him like Jin, she could just treat him like the son she sacrificed in order to gain all the love and respect she received throughout the years.

That’s what he was anyways! Doesn’t he deserve a thank you for that?

He suffered his whole life just so more people would cry for her— so more people would remember her.

Can’t she just treat him like the person that helped make it all happen?

But she wouldn’t do any of that for him.

She spoke to him as if the years of struggle she went through were actually real. As if giving him her forgiveness was the final task that would unlock the gates of heaven for her.

He took a couple peeks into the room that they put her in, the doors were always open so he could hear the conversations that go on in there. She seemed like she’d miss them, the goodbyes sounded painful.

He got the complete opposite, she couldn’t wait to get away from him. He saw it in her eyes, that excitement and longing people had when they were finally going back home.

He drowned out the sound of her voice after that— waiting for her to finish taking away the last bit of love he had for her.

The story they shared together ended with his own mother truly believing that he had slowly killed her.

He wonders how hard she tried to make those last moments as ruthless as possible for him.

She tried to hand him a lifetime full of pain on a silver platter by refusing to give him any sort of closure. She wanted him to live the rest of his life having unanswered questions, constantly haunted by the thought of her.

It would explain why she asked him to take care of Jin in those final moments with her, she never had anything to say to him. It was a final fuck you, a reminder that he’d never compared to him in her eyes.

She wanted him to hate his own brother so badly, that would never happen.

He's the only person in this world he’s ever truly felt loved by, it’ll always make up for the missing pieces his parents took from him throughout the years.

And to think this shits still happening. There’s no fuckin’ point in hitting him if he’s just gonna instantly regret it.

He spits some out onto the polished driveway before finally murmuring a response.

“Are you happy now?”

a/n: sukuna said y'all thought I was bad?? HERE'S MY MOM!!

so his moms just fucking evil. she’s someone that thrives off being seen as unique and special, it’s why she loved that she had twins and holds on to comments like being a light in this world. she loved wasuke and jin because they both blended into the background, they never took away from her.

and then there’s sukuna, who just naturally has all these traits she either pretends to have or worked for. she even compared him to the sun, which is in contrast to her little light in the world thing.

in her eyes he just completely obliterates her and it’s not a situation where she can just leave. so to bring herself up and to put him down, she made up stories and blew situations out of proportion to paint him out as this terrible kid and she’s just the mom that’s struggling. which makes her “special” because her friends feel bad for her, they shower her in compliments. then on top of all of that she genuinely hates him for taking her “light” away, so it’s a way to punish him for it too.

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༝ ᭝ ༝ ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU — PART ONE ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi uchiha ⋆

⋆ note ; this was inspired by this post. credit to @majesticflyingwalrus ! sfw! small bit of angst!

⋆ note x 2 ; i believe this is going to have to become a miniseries…. so let’s say this is part one — centered around a small snippet of your connection with Itachi before, your feelings on the day of, and the first year of your marriage.

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You’d spoken to your husband maybe a dozen times before you were married.

Before you were thrown headfirst into a life long commitment with someone you could only comfortably consider an acquaintance for the sake of your clan.

Itachi Uchiha is polite. He’s collected, calm, rational. As children, he’d never been rude. He was a quiet boy, heir to the Uchiha clan. Someone who understood what it’s like to carry the weight of being the eldest child and all the responsibilities that accompany it, which you found comfort in.

Your families were close - ish, both high up on the social food chain. Whenever you’d been forced to spend time with him as a kid, he’d sit quietly nearby, working on a puzzle or reading some sort of book. Every now and then he’d invite you to join him and complete a puzzle, which featured pretty pictures of crows quite often, but you never spoke much outside of that.

Those memories you look back on with fondness, peaceful moments in an otherwise stress filled life.

As the years passed, and you reached your early twenties, your families renewed their bond, strengthened it. You remained unmarried, and so did Itachi. Your parents gave you grief over it, and when they brought up an arranged marriage, more than willing to give your hand away to Itachi, it didn’t surprise you. You’d been expecting it.

Itachi’s handsome, you respect him, and he’s kind, so you ignored the sensation of the ocean echoing in your ribcage and sucked it up. For your clan, you went along with the proposal. For your clan, you resigned yourself to a lifetime of loneliness.

Besides, you could do much worse than Itachi, right?

The planning was a breeze, over half the preparations being done for you. Your Mother, and Itachi’s, asked for your input considering certain aspects, but this wedding seemed more about the two of them instead of celebrating your union.

You have no clue if Itachi got a say in anything.

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The day of the wedding you sat alone. Your Mother had been droning on and on about “proper etiquette”, and the “importance of sticking to the itinerary”, when the reality of the situation crashed down on you. Hard.

Your entire body chilled, a rush of icy slush replacing your blood, heart caught in your throat. Sweat beaded on the back of your neck, palms clammy. Once your hands started to shake your Mother stared at you in bewilderment, her questions concerning your health muffled and far away to your ears.

You excused yourself without waiting for permission, locating the nearest vacant room to hide, crouch down, and to breathe.

Through the window you gaze at the small children from both families playing in the field. Jealousy burns hot in your chest at their carefree nature, the little ones living in ignorance and bliss. You squeeze your eyes shut to shake off the dark direction of your mind, allowing their high pitched peals of laughter to afford you a moment of calm. Reaching up you wipe the tears off your cheek with the back of your hand, careful of the delicate makeup that’d taken hours to perfect.

A soft knock on the door startles you, both eyes opening wide. You sniffle once and rise to your feet, smoothing out any wrinkles in your outfit, regaining your composure.

“Come in,” you call out, voice scratchy with the evidence of your recent crying. You clear your throat as the door opens and, to your surprise, it’s Itachi who steps in. The door swings shut behind him, not producing a single sound. Your eyebrows shoot up and Itachi gives you a small, comforting smile.

It’s silent as he walks closer, the air around you somber and achy. He sits down with enviable grace in the chair next to where you stand, patting the seat beside himself in invitation.

“I’m aware this day is…difficult,” he begins. He tilts his head up to meet your gaze, eyes warm and calm. “Your Mother told me you were in here. I wanted to be sure you were okay, so, are you alright?”

You sigh through your nose, resigned, and take a seat. Itachi reaches over and hovers his hand an inch above your knee, hesitant, before making the decision to rest it there. You stare at his hand, the lump in your throat returning, only this time it’s due to the sudden surge of affection swelling for the man.

“I’m doing well, all things considered,” you say light heartedly. You sneak your hand underneath his, thread your fingers together, and lift your head to lock eyes with Itachi, the corner of your mouth curling upwards.

Itachi laughs, and for the first time, you notice the movement crinkles the sides of his eyes. How endearing.

His expression switches to something more sympathetic, tender. “I apologize this has been forced upon you. If it helps, I’m very content with you being the one chosen for me. It’s comforting to me that I’m marrying someone who I’m on friendly terms with.”

“Yes,” you agree, eyes twinkling as his sweet words lift your spirits from the floor. “Although, I have to admit I’m heartbroken to be marrying you instead of Sasuke.”

Itachi’s jaw drops open, eyes going round like saucers before laughter bursts out of you, squeezing his hand tight as he rolls his eyes and joins in with you.

“A pity,” He teases. “I know for a fact my menace of a little brother would be ecstatic to marry someone as wonderful as you,” Itachi says, humming as he pretends to be in thought. “Don’t be surprised to find Sasuke waiting for you at the altar.”

You gasp in fake shock, leaning in to bump his shoulder with yours. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The sincerity of the statement leaves you searching for the right response, a small horde of butterflies demanding their presence be known in your belly. Things grow quiet between you once more, the silence comforting rather than awkward while you find your voice. “I am truly grateful that it’s you, Itachi. I doubt I could survive this with someone else.”

Itachi shifts his body to face yours, expression determined and serious. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make our life comfortable. Even if our relationship is not romantic, I’m grateful to be on the receiving end of your friendship. We’ll find our rhythm, promise me you won’t give up hope.”

You do promise, even going so far as to lock your pinkies together. Itachi exits first, and you follow his footsteps a few moments later.

When you leave your heart’s lighter than air.

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The first year of your marriage, Itachi lives like he’s your roommate. Nothing more, nothing less.

You sleep in different rooms, you’ve made your home in separate bathrooms, and Itachi keeps busy enough with clan affairs that his appearance throughout the day is sparse. Somehow, dinner happens to be the time you’ve both allotted for the other. It’s not in writing, and you don’t speak about it, yet Itachi joins you nearly every evening to share a meal.

You’ve created quite a comfortable routine for yourself within your new life as Itachi’s wife. That’s all it is though, comfortable. Just as Itachi promised.

Loneliness is your shadow from day one. On your wedding night, you’d harbored a shred of hope that you’d share an intimate night with your new husband. When you’d kissed Itachi in your bedroom, fumbling to undress him, his response was to break the kiss as gently as he could. He declined with a strained smile and manners that never seem to abandon him.

Crying into your pillow, alone, was not what you expected to be on the table.

Itachi sat prim and proper at the table the next morning when you tried to apologize for making him uncomfortable. He assured you that wasn’t the case, but asked that you didn’t bring it up again, as he felt that enough had been pushed onto your shoulders already. He refused to add sex that you wouldn’t enjoy to the list.

You swallowed your pride and respected his wishes, assuming it was his way of letting you down easy and that Itachi had no real desire for you besides that of a simple companion. Yes, the situation was a blow straight to the gut, but you agreed to this life, so did you really have any right to complain?

Ever since, a distance remained between you. Day after day, you took up new hobbies, doing anything to fill the hole in your heart. As ironic as it may seem, you found yourself spending tons of time with Sasuke of all people. As if you did marry him instead.

You’d decided to start going on more walks, eager to explore and appreciate the beauty the Uchiha compound had to offer, and that’s where you discovered Sasuke.

Halfway through the journey you spotted him relaxing on a stone bench, watching koi fish swim circles in the pond, peaceful as you’d ever witnessed him. You’re sure Sasuke heard you approaching, because he was not surprised in the slightest when you took a careful seat next to him.

Quiet small talk about koi fish flowed through the air, and you mentioned your wish to tend to the gardens nearby. Then, on a whim, and before you could regret it, you asked him if he’d be interested in joining you on your daily strolls. The shock must have shown on your face when he accepted, because he snickered in response.

So that’s how you filled out your days. Occupied with different things such as drawing, gardening, baking, and going on walks with Sasuke. It shocked you to the core as you found a friend and confidant in the younger Uchiha.

A month after your one year anniversary with Itachi, you join him for dinner one night. He sits stiff as a board, shoulders tense when you arrive. A quick uptick of his lips becomes your singular greeting after you say hello.

“Is everything alright, Itachi?” You ask, tone weary as you settle down in your spot across from him.

He nods once, a quick jerk of his head. “Of course, I’ve just been meaning to speak with you about something. Before that however, tell me about your day.” Itachi sets his hands in his lap, waiting for your answer with an unreadable expression.

“Oh, well it was fine. Sasuke helped me —,”

“Sasuke?” He interrupts, voice tight.

Your eyebrow raises. “Yes,” you answer slowly. “I’m sure I’ve mentioned before we go on walks together.”

“Oh, yes. You’re right. I fear I’ve been quite forgetful today.” Itachi does seem distracted, which is odd in of itself. You’re certain you’ve discussed your walks with his little brother before and he never had an issue with it. You blink in Itachi’s direction, the atmosphere turning tense and unsettling. You’re able to hear to the crickets chirping outside.

The silence is awkward. “Is there something you needed to tell me?”

Itachi’s brows pinch together, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “Forgive me for being so out of it. Yes, something important. I spoke with my Mother and Father today, they’ve informed me the elders have been pressuring them to tell me that I need to fulfill my duty and…,” he pauses to clear his throat, gaze firm. “That you and I need to have a baby, to produce an heir.”

Your stomach drops, body flashing white hot, and your cheeks become hot to the touch within seconds. “Are you serious?”

“I wouldn’t lie.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. Once again you’re smacked in the face with the life you signed up for. If you’re honest, you’d forgotten about having children over the course of the past year. It’s inevitable you suppose, making little Uchiha babies with Itachi, you’re his wife. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Itachi opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Itachi. I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to be your wife. All I ask is that you be gentle, I’m not so experienced after all,” you try to joke, but it falls flat.

His gaze softens, posture loosening. He remains quiet for a moment, thoughtful. Then guilt appears to be written all over his face. “I’m a virgin as well, so know you’re not alone in this.”

No beating around the bush with Itachi. At least he doesn’t apologize again. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, voice soft. You suck in a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and let it out slowly, steadying yourself. You’ll find time to spiral over this when you’re alone. “When are we going to start?”

Itachi shoots you a small smile, the same one full of comfort and reassurance he gave you on your wedding day. You hadn’t even realized your shoulders were hiked up with tension until they relax under his gaze. “In order to answer that, I have to ask you another uncomfortable question. When does your next cycle begin?”

⋆ ⋆ should this mini series arranged marriage au continue? lemme know what you think! ⋆ ⋆

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