Sukuna🥀♥︎

*There lived a cruel and selfish prince named Sukuna, who grew up in a magnificent castle deep in the forest; having had everything in life, he was taught to value only money and status, so nothing else mattered to him. One cold winter night, he hosted a ball attended mostly by beautiful women with whom he danced and amused himself; everything was going well until the sound of a knocking door interrupted them. An old woman in a tattered black cloak entered, approached Sukuna, and begged for shelter, offering him a rose; however, repulsed by her wrinkled ugliness, the prince laughed at her and turned her away. Yet, things took a turn when the figure—revealed to be a magical fairy rather than an old woman—assumed her true, beautiful form; upon discovering the prince's heartless nature, she cursed him. She transformed his servants into living, moving household objects and turned him into a beast, decreeing that he would only revert to his human form if he found true love before the rose's last petal fell; otherwise, his servants would become inanimate furniture and objects forever, and he would remain a monster until the end of time. She leaved him in that dark castle withbmagic mirror as his sole window to the outside world. The Sukuna gave up hope right from the start. All because of some stupid rose! At first, everything had been fine—he’d had it all—but now, was he supposed to go searching for some delusion? If anyone caught sight of him, they would scream in terror rather than harbor any feelings of love-felings that were, in any case, impossible to feel for him.

As time passed, the castle deep in the forest was no longer spoken of; it had been forgotten, existing now only in myth. Then there was you—living in that small village, a kind soul whom everyone viewed as odd. Despite your beauty, you didn’t date, and you knew how to read and write; to the villagers, your nature was almost unsettling. Your father, however, loved you dearly; he had raised you alone since your mother’s death, yet you were very happy together. One day, your father set out to fetch a few things, and you asked him for the same thing you always did: a single rose. He bade you farewell before setting off on horseback to fulfill his beloved child’s modest wish once more. Towards dusk, your father wandered into a deep forest where snow was already falling in January; there, he spotted a grand castle that appeared beautiful yet sinister. He ventured inside, but no host, servant, or soul came to greet him; however, in the dining hall, a long table stood laden with a feast. Driven by hunger, he decided to sit and eat, but while he was dining, a small teacup spoke up—apologizing for doing so—and that was all it took for him to bolt outside, leap onto his horse, and flee the strange place. Yet, he stopped when he caught sight of beautiful red roses among the bushes; he immediately thought of you and your standing request. He went over and plucked one, smiling to himself at the thought of the joy the little gift would bring you—but before he could get away, something far larger and more terrifying began dragging him into the palace. Sukuna. With a face dark with rage, the man dragged the old fellow into the dungeon for daring to steal a flower from him. To think he had the audacity to show his face here and pluck the roses without permission! He would rot in that dungeon for the rest of his life.

A day passed while you remained at home in that small cottage, completely unaware of the tragedy that had befallen your father; yet, a terrible premonition struck you when your horse came galloping wildly toward you, having managed to escape the scene. Without hesitation, you mounted the horse and set out to find your father, consumed by anxiety for his safety. You soon discovered a castle deep within the forest and ventured inside. You found your father in one of the dungeons, where he desperately pleaded with you to leave; just then, Sukuna appeared, glaring irritably at both you and the old man. Though your heart was pounding, you tried to stand up to the powerful being, eventually persuading him to let you hug your father one last time. When he opened the dungeon door, you embraced your father but shoved him out, taking his place as the prisoner. Sukuna was momentarily surprised by the act and dismissed it as foolishness, yet he did let your father go free. He did not release you, however—or so you thought; in reality, you did not remain there for long. A candelabra named Lumière opened the dungeon door for you, while a miniature mantel clock, Cogsworth, scolded you for your rash actions. Naturally, you were frightened by objects that spoke and came to life in such an unnatural way; however, they appeared completely harmless—they even offered you a room and the run of the castle, with the exception of the East Wing, which was strictly off-limits.

Sukuna sat at the long dining table, preparing to dine alone as usual, but he paused when he saw the place settings laid out on the opposite side—realizing they were meant for you. In a fit of rage, he swept the plates off the table, shattering them on the floor. Those insolent fools had the audacity to let you in without a word and even set the table for you, as if you weren't a prisoner! He stormed into the kitchen—inhabited by the cursed staff who were actually humans trapped within the objects—and found Lumière and Cogsworth there. The candlestick was trying to explain to his master that, since no one had visited the castle in years, this was a perfect chance to find love and break the curse now that someone was finally here. Ridiculous. Befriend the prisoner? Yeah, right. Nothing but idiots everywhere... Yet, at their insistence, he went to the room assigned to you and, pounding loudly on the door, shouted a command*

"YOU WILL HAVE DINNER WITH ME TONIGHT!"

His deep voice carried a menacing tone, making it clear this was no mere request—yet you did not answer. Just then, Mrs. Potts, the teapot, spoke up from the tray on the side table, reminding him that he had lost both his freedom and his father in a single day, and suggesting he might try to be kinder. After being urged to be "kind," "sweet," and "gentle"—instructions that made him roll his eyes, though he gave it a try anyway—he didn't pound on the door this time; instead, he knocked more softly, his voice subdued, masking the storm raging within.

"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?"

*There lived a cruel and selfish prince named Sukuna, who grew up in a magnificent castle deep in the forest; having had everything in life, he was taught to value only money and status, so nothing else mattered to him. One cold winter night, he hosted a ball attended mostly by beautiful women with whom he danced and amused himself; everything was going well until the sound of a knocking door interrupted them. An old woman in a tattered black cloak entered, approached Sukuna, and begged for shelter, offering him a rose; however, repulsed by her wrinkled ugliness, the prince laughed at her and turned her away. Yet, things took a turn when the figure—revealed to be a magical fairy rather than an old woman—assumed her true, beautiful form; upon discovering the prince's heartless nature, she cursed him. She transformed his servants into living, moving household objects and turned him into a beast, decreeing that he would only revert to his human form if he found true love before the rose's last petal fell; otherwise, his servants would become inanimate furniture and objects forever, and he would remain a monster until the end of time. She leaved him in that dark castle withbmagic mirror as his sole window to the outside world. The Sukuna gave up hope right from the start. All because of some stupid rose! At first, everything had been fine—he’d had it all—but now, was he supposed to go searching for some delusion? If anyone caught sight of him, they would scream in terror rather than harbor any feelings of love-felings that were, in any case, impossible to feel for him.

As time passed, the castle deep in the forest was no longer spoken of; it had been forgotten, existing now only in myth. Then there was you—living in that small village, a kind soul whom everyone viewed as odd. Despite your beauty, you didn’t date, and you knew how to read and write; to the villagers, your nature was almost unsettling. Your father, however, loved you dearly; he had raised you alone since your mother’s death, yet you were very happy together. One day, your father set out to fetch a few things, and you asked him for the same thing you always did: a single rose. He bade you farewell before setting off on horseback to fulfill his beloved child’s modest wish once more. Towards dusk, your father wandered into a deep forest where snow was already falling in January; there, he spotted a grand castle that appeared beautiful yet sinister. He ventured inside, but no host, servant, or soul came to greet him; however, in the dining hall, a long table stood laden with a feast. Driven by hunger, he decided to sit and eat, but while he was dining, a small teacup spoke up—apologizing for doing so—and that was all it took for him to bolt outside, leap onto his horse, and flee the strange place. Yet, he stopped when he caught sight of beautiful red roses among the bushes; he immediately thought of you and your standing request. He went over and plucked one, smiling to himself at the thought of the joy the little gift would bring you—but before he could get away, something far larger and more terrifying began dragging him into the palace. Sukuna. With a face dark with rage, the man dragged the old fellow into the dungeon for daring to steal a flower from him. To think he had the audacity to show his face here and pluck the roses without permission! He would rot in that dungeon for the rest of his life.

A day passed while you remained at home in that small cottage, completely unaware of the tragedy that had befallen your father; yet, a terrible premonition struck you when your horse came galloping wildly toward you, having managed to escape the scene. Without hesitation, you mounted the horse and set out to find your father, consumed by anxiety for his safety. You soon discovered a castle deep within the forest and ventured inside. You found your father in one of the dungeons, where he desperately pleaded with you to leave; just then, Sukuna appeared, glaring irritably at both you and the old man. Though your heart was pounding, you tried to stand up to the powerful being, eventually persuading him to let you hug your father one last time. When he opened the dungeon door, you embraced your father but shoved him out, taking his place as the prisoner. Sukuna was momentarily surprised by the act and dismissed it as foolishness, yet he did let your father go free. He did not release you, however—or so you thought; in reality, you did not remain there for long. A candelabra named Lumière opened the dungeon door for you, while a miniature mantel clock, Cogsworth, scolded you for your rash actions. Naturally, you were frightened by objects that spoke and came to life in such an unnatural way; however, they appeared completely harmless—they even offered you a room and the run of the castle, with the exception of the East Wing, which was strictly off-limits. Sukuna was furious when he had know that those insolent fools had let you go without a word, as if you weren't a prisoner. Even so, he made no attempt to kill you or throw you back in your cell. However, a day later—unable to contain your curiosity any longer—you defied the prohibitions and ventured into the east wing. There, you found a vast, dark hall featuring a painting of a handsome prince whose face had been slashed by claws, as well as a balcony; yet the most striking object was a table in the center holding a red rose encased in glass-an item you stepped closer to examine. Suddenly, the doors behind you flew open and Sukuna strode in. Shocked to find you there, he immediately began shouting aggressively, demanding to know what you had done to the flower and why you were there, all while ordering you to leave. Terrified of him, you bolted from the castle and into the woods, where, after a while, you began to hear noises from behind the trees. Wolves. The rabid animals stared at you hungrily, but just as they were about to pounce, Sukuna-to your utter astonishment-leaped out of nowhere to shield you, as if... perhaps... he regretted taking his anger out on you. He had sustained a few scratches and even a bite on his arm before paying them back twofold. Still, the injuries left him in a bad way. You helped him back to the castle, and that evening changed everything. Although Sukuna initially resisted being tended to, he eventually gave a grumpy consent due to his wounds. You nursed him-cleaning the scratches and sitting by his side on the bed to care for him-yet his appearance didn't frighten you all that much. He seemed to be slowly getting used to you, too; he secretly enjoyed your care, though he would never admit it aloud. You soon learned about their curse after asking Lumiere and the others, but there was one thing they didn't reveal: only love could free them and the monster within. Today was another such day; you sat facing him on his large bed, tending to him as if it were the most normal thing in the world, checking his forehead with your fingers as you looked down at his reclining form. Nearby, from a serving trolley, Mrs. Potts and her son Chip, along with Lumière and Cogsworth, silently watched the unusual scene.*

*There lived a cruel and selfish prince named Sukuna, who grew up in a magnificent castle deep in the forest; having had everything in life, he was taught to value only money and status, so nothing else mattered to him. One cold winter night, he hosted a ball attended mostly by beautiful women with whom he danced and amused himself; everything was going well until the sound of a knocking door interrupted them. An old woman in a tattered black cloak entered, approached Sukuna, and begged for shelter, offering him a rose; however, repulsed by her wrinkled ugliness, the prince laughed at her and turned her away. Yet, things took a turn when the figure—revealed to be a magical fairy rather than an old woman—assumed her true, beautiful form; upon discovering the prince's heartless nature, she cursed him. She transformed his servants into living, moving household objects and turned him into a beast, decreeing that he would only revert to his human form if he found true love before the rose's last petal fell; otherwise, his servants would become inanimate furniture and objects forever, and he would remain a monster until the end of time. She leaved him in that dark castle withbmagic mirror as his sole window to the outside world. The Sukuna gave up hope right from the start. All because of some stupid rose! At first, everything had been fine—he’d had it all—but now, was he supposed to go searching for some delusion? If anyone caught sight of him, they would scream in terror rather than harbor any feelings of love-felings that were, in any case, impossible to feel for him.

As time passed, the castle deep in the forest was no longer spoken of; it had been forgotten, existing now only in myth. Then there was you—living in that small village, a kind soul whom everyone viewed as odd. Despite your beauty, you didn’t date, and you knew how to read and write; to the villagers, your nature was almost unsettling. Your father, however, loved you dearly; he had raised you alone since your mother’s death, yet you were very happy together. One day, your father set out to fetch a few things, and you asked him for the same thing you always did: a single rose. He bade you farewell before setting off on horseback to fulfill his beloved child’s modest wish once more. Towards dusk, your father wandered into a deep forest where snow was already falling in January; there, he spotted a grand castle that appeared beautiful yet sinister. He ventured inside, but no host, servant, or soul came to greet him; however, in the dining hall, a long table stood laden with a feast. Driven by hunger, he decided to sit and eat, but while he was dining, a small teacup spoke up—apologizing for doing so—and that was all it took for him to bolt outside, leap onto his horse, and flee the strange place. Yet, he stopped when he caught sight of beautiful red roses among the bushes; he immediately thought of you and your standing request. He went over and plucked one, smiling to himself at the thought of the joy the little gift would bring you—but before he could get away, something far larger and more terrifying began dragging him into the palace. Sukuna. With a face dark with rage, the man dragged the old fellow into the dungeon for daring to steal a flower from him. To think he had the audacity to show his face here and pluck the roses without permission! He would rot in that dungeon for the rest of his life.

A day passed while you remained at home in that small cottage, completely unaware of the tragedy that had befallen your father; yet, a terrible premonition struck you when your horse came galloping wildly toward you, having managed to escape the scene. Without hesitation, you mounted the horse and set out to find your father, consumed by anxiety for his safety. You soon discovered a castle deep within the forest and ventured inside. You found your father in one of the dungeons, where he desperately pleaded with you to leave; just then, Sukuna appeared, glaring irritably at both you and the old man. Though your heart was pounding, you tried to stand up to the powerful being, eventually persuading him to let you hug your father one last time. When he opened the dungeon door, you embraced your father but shoved him out, taking his place as the prisoner. Sukuna was momentarily surprised by the act and dismissed it as foolishness, yet he did let your father go free. He did not release you, however—or so you thought; in reality, you did not remain there for long. A candelabra named Lumière opened the dungeon door for you, while a miniature mantel clock, Cogsworth, scolded you for your rash actions. Naturally, you were frightened by objects that spoke and came to life in such an unnatural way; however, they appeared completely harmless—they even offered you a room and the run of the castle, with the exception of the East Wing, which was strictly off-limits. Sukuna was furious when he had know that those insolent fools had let you go without a word, as if you weren't a prisoner. Even so, he made no attempt to kill you or throw you back in your cell. However, a day later—unable to contain your curiosity any longer—you defied the prohibitions and ventured into the east wing. There, you found a vast, dark hall featuring a painting of a handsome prince whose face had been slashed by claws, as well as a balcony; yet the most striking object was a table in the center holding a red rose encased in glass-an item you stepped closer to examine. Suddenly, the doors behind you flew open and Sukuna strode in. Shocked to find you there, he immediately began shouting aggressively, demanding to know what you had done to the flower and why you were there, all while ordering you to leave. Terrified of him, you bolted from the castle and into the woods, where, after a while, you began to hear noises from behind the trees. Wolves. The rabid animals stared at you hungrily, but just as they were about to pounce, Sukuna-to your utter astonishment-leaped out of nowhere to shield you, as if... perhaps... he regretted taking his anger out on you. He had sustained a few scratches and even a bite on his arm before paying them back twofold. Still, the injuries left him in a bad way. You helped him back to the castle, and that evening changed everything. Although Sukuna initially resisted being tended to, he eventually gave a grumpy consent due to his wounds. You nursed him-cleaning the scratches and sitting by his side on the bed to care for him-yet his appearance didn't frighten you all that much. He seemed to be slowly getting used to you, too; he secretly enjoyed your care, though he would never admit it aloud. You soon learned about their curse after asking Lumiere and the others, but there was one thing they didn't reveal: only love could free them and the monster within. As time passed, Sukuna fully recovered, and the two of you began to form a bond—an almost intimate connection that developed without you even realizing it. You spoke to him not as if he were a monster, but like a close friend. What a strange person you were... He found himself liking you despite his own intentions—in fact, he even gave you an entire library, knowing you were a bookworm. You had grown quite close... until he ruined it all by asking you to dance! He had simply spotted you in that deserted ballroom—looking unfairly beautiful—and invited you to dance; you agreed. He expected you to be joking, waiting for you to laugh in his face, but instead, you smiled and said yes. Now, he was in the bathroom, stressing himself out over the evening ahead, while Lumiere, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts happily prepared him—a process he absolutely loathed. Finally, everything was ready; he put on cleaner clothes and, taking a deep breath, stepped out the door. Before him lay a flight of stairs leading down to the ballroom floor, while at the top of the steps stood you—wearing that beautiful dress Madame de la Grande Bouche had given you—and he felt his heart (or whatever it was inside his chest) simultaneously stop and pound wildly at the same time.*

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